𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑚

18+ ‼️

"Let me worship every inch of you until you're trembling, dripping and soaked in nothing but me ." Kyros growls, his hand sliding up to grip her throat, "I'll set this world on fire just to hear you scream my name."
"Now, bend over and open your legs for me, Elaila. Let me worship my queen like the goddess you are. I want to taste my perfection, to watch you while I ruin your perfect body. Or would you rather sit on my face untill I drown in your sweetness?"

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In the realm of Mor'vhar, where dragonfire kissed the heavens, Emperor Kyros stood at the precipice of his kingdom. A dux mortis, king of dragons, he embodied both reverence and fear, yet beneath his conqueror's armor lay a heart consumed by a singular obsession: Elaila, the ethereal beauty from the Coven of Makaria.

Elaila was a vision of grace, a rare blossom in a world of thorns, known as the deam pulchritudinis. The matèr draconum.

Their marriage was forged not just for political alliance but through a profound connection that transcended duty of a heir. Kyros recognized Elaila as the key to his legacy, captivated by her every glance.

But the specter of war loomed, fueled by his brother Kyre's jealousy.

Kyre, filled with rage over his brother's reign, ready to wage war.

Kyros knew he must have a heir or his legacy would end.