Breeder For The Villain Dragon

SEVEN

Faelyn wants to cry. She wants to scream, but her throat feels dry and tight, and all she can do is stand there, frozen in horror.

Weren't this dragon's ankles supposed to be chained to the wall? How was it possible for him to move this close to the door?

If the dragon can move freely, then… had he been pretending all along? Had he only been playing weak to fool the guards? The kingdom is in danger!

Her thoughts scatter like dead leaves when the heavy chains drag across the stone, echoing through the dark chamber—and suddenly, a burning arm coils around her waist and drags her hard against his chest.

She feels it immediately—his body, hot like molten stone, so hot it almost burns her skin. Steam rises from his bare shoulders, thick and rolling, as if his whole body is alive with fire.

Her heart stumbles when his burning breath brushes over her ear.

"Did you not poison me to shatter my core?" Amendiel growls, his voice deep and cold but shaking with something darker. "To strip away my flame and leave me helpless?"

But there is no helplessness in him now. Only rage—and something worse.

Heat and desire roll off his skin like a storm about to break. His dragon core, instead of fading, burns wilder and hotter.

His sharp fangs bare in a low snarl, wild and untamed.

Faelyn lets out a small, broken cry when his rough claws tear at her tattered robes, ripping the silk apart like thin paper, cold flushed through her naked body.

"Wait—please, don't!" She cries in horror.

Then she remembers her half brother's remarks. The potion should have destroyed his core, made him weak, broken his strength, and it is also meant to drive him into a mad heat. A dragon's heat, a side effect of the potion 

The air fills with his scent—sharp and wild like scorched earth after lightning, thick like the smoke of burning forests. It wraps around her, choking and overwhelming, filling her nose and mouth until she can hardly breathe.

The heat from his body steams against her skin, so hot it feels like it will melt her bones

Faelyn feels dizzy, her head spinning like she's drunk on poison. Her chest rises and falls in sharp, uneven breaths. No matter how much she tries to hold on, her body slips away from her control.

The dragon's scent is too strong.

It crashes over her like a wave—wild, burning, and ancient. The heat rolling from Amendiel's body is so intense that sweat breaks out across her skin, soaking the remnant of her clothes which he just ripped and her hair.

Her lips part on their own, and panting gasps escape as her body begins to betray her. The heat had also spread to some other part.

Then she realizes, with a sickening jolt—she is reacting to him.

To the raw, violent heat pouring from his dragon core.

No!

Her weaker omega fae side, buried deep inside her fae blood, is rising against her will, drawn helplessly to his overwhelming dominance.

A dominant dragon could force lesser creatures into heat just by releasing his heat.

And now, for the first time in her life, Faelyn is burning with it too, something she'd only heard in those horrifying stories.

A strong hand grabs her by the hair and forces her cheek hard against the cold, rough stone wall.

Through the corner of her vision, blurred by fear, she sees him.

Amendiel's pupils are blown wide, leaving his golden eyes nearly black, the sharp eyes of a beast barely holding back from tearing her apart.

Then with a last sharp rip that echoes in the air, her clothes are completely torn from her body, leaving her completely exposed in the shadows of the dungeon.

Her mind goes blank.

She watches in horror as his sharp fangs glisten, drooling with thick saliva.

And then she understands.

He wants to mark her.

A colder fear seizes her heart, stronger than any terror she's ever known. Her blood runs cold, her chest tightens painfully.

But worse than fear is the craving.

Her body aches for him, burns with the desperate need to be claimed.

It is an omega's curse, to crave ownership, to beg for a bond. Both her human and fae side is too weak to resist.

A mongrel who is weaker than all creatures.

If Amendiel marks her, their lives will be bound together. Their blood and souls chained.

And when his rut ends…

He'll kill her to break the bond.

"W-wait!" Faelyn gasps, her voice thin and trembling as she struggles again, though her strength is already fading.

But to him, she is nothing more than a weak, trembling creature.

Amendiel's mouth waters like a beast standing over helpless prey.

He grows tired of her noises, and with a growl, he shoves her harder against the wall, not caring as the jagged stones bite cruelly into her skin.

"Please, w-wait!" she cries, her voice cracking with tears.

"Enough, half-breed," Amendiel snarls, the ancient weight of his power crashing over her like a storm.

And without meaning to, her head lowering in submission with her neck exposed in the oldest gesture of surrender.

Her pride is gone. Her body knows its place beneath the ancient dragon's will.

Amendiel sees red, his hunger sharpening and his heat burns hotter.

Amendiel's mind darkens, filled only with lust and heat.

His hand slides between her trembling thighs, finding the proof of her betrayal, her body slick and wet, ready to be bred.

He no longer sees a fae.

Only a mate to be claimed

He grabs a handful of the half-breed's hair, his lips twisting in dark triumph just before his mouth lands and sucks hard against the Omega fae's exposed neck. The sweetness in her flesh pours into his mouth like fresh nectar, rich and wild like forbidden fruit.

Faelyn bites back a sob. This shouldn't be happening. This isn't how her story was supposed to end.

His thick tongue savours and claims every inch of Faelyn's neck with a slow, wet lick, sending shivers crawling down her spine.

Shame burns through her chest. She should be fighting harder. She should be resisting. But instead, her body trembles—betraying her over and over again.

Then his sharp teeth clamp down on her thin collarbone. His canines claw at the delicate skin, pricking deep enough to draw blood, threatening to crack the frail bone beneath.

She whimpers, unable to stop herself, soaking further wet.

No, no, no—her mind screams—but her body doesn't listen.

The dragon's scorching warmth wraps tighter around her like chains. Every breath fills her lungs with his heat, dragging her deeper into the fire.

Her omega fae instincts, weak and starving for dominance, drown under his scent.

She hates herself for wanting it. For craving it.

Her senses dim further in lust as her eyes flutter closed against the throbbing ache spreading through her body—burning, drowning in his dragon heat.

And somewhere deep inside, a terrified voice whispers:

When this is over, he will kill you. Who would want to mate with a half blood by their own will

The air is thick and oozing with sexual tension, burning hot and suffocating. Faelyn's chest rises in harsh, desperate breaths. She can't fight it anymore. Her body, still trapped under the spell of the dragon's heat and burning core, craves more. She aches to be rutted, to be filled, she is drowning beneath his power.

A savage snarl tears from Amendiel's throat, sharp and wild like thunder. And then—she feels it.

Something sharp, hard, and merciless pierces into the soft flesh of her neck.

"MINE. MINE. MINE!"

The dragon's voice roars through the chamber, dark and feral, claiming her with every brutal word.

He ravages the spot where his fangs sink deep, ripping at her tender flesh, leaving no part untouched.

Faelyn can't breathe.

She trembles violently, her screams filling the dungeon walls, the pain crackling through her blood like lightning.

This is it. 

The mark of ownership, the moment when his power brands her as his.

Her throat burns raw from crying out, voice breaking apart into small, pitiful gasps. But her sounds are drowned beneath the dragon's low, vibrating growl—a sound thick with crazed hunger and violent need.

Tears blur her vision, but her body won't stop responding.

When his sharp canines finally retract, leaving deep punctures behind, Faelyn lets out a weak, broken moan.

But there's no mercy.

Amendiel's burning tongue sweeps over the wound, devouring it with slow, possessive licks. His heat seeps into her skin, making her body burn hotter, melting what little will she has left. Calloused fingers fondle her breasts, and then she feels his hot burning tongue on a nipple, devouring her.

The Dragon's eyes are still pitch dark, completely under the effect of the drug.

Faelyn's skin and mind are fogged with stings of pleasure and the fire of need that pours heat through her veins.

Her legs are forced apart by a large rough hand. Faelyn sees the Dragon undo his animal skin breeches to spring out an engorged meaty flesh that makes Faelyn become clear-headed momentarily.

Penis that is almost like the size of her arm; covered with horrifying looking dragon scales, there is no way it's going to fit! Unless her insides are torn up, Faelyn can already imagine the excruciating pain. She has never even mated with her kind, now a beast is going to claim her virginity.

The Dragon spins Faelyn around again, and his large, powerful grasp on the back of Faelyn's neck forces Faelyn's face to be pressed against the rough walls yet again.

A pitiful moan ripples from his mouth when her legs are spread further apart by the Dragon's knees. 

The Dragon's cock, which is dripping with pre-ejaculatory juices, doesn't enter her as anticipated. Instead, he impatiently buries his cock in between Faelyn's thighs and starts to thrust, glueing Faelyn's legs tightly and using her soft flesh to pleasure himself.

His thrust is relentless. 

Every act of it is savage. Barbaric. Primitive.

Amendiel is thrusting at a cruel pace, his pelvis ramming hard against Faelyn's ass each time he slams his hips forward.

This position is beyond uncomfortable for Faelyn, her spine is screaming, threatening to crack open from the force of each thrust.

Her thighs are hot, chafed and raw. Yet, each time the Dragon's much larger cock glides in between.

Amendiel's brutal hiss and growls of pleasure dominate Faelyn's cries for mercy, and then, the Dragon suddenly shoves her to the cold, hard floor. 

His body is still molten hot, his dragon wing threatening to rip from his spine like explosive lava.

As he exhales, steams of hot smoke pours out of his nostrils.

The beast within is raging, waiting to plant its seed.