fire dragon · frost dragon · mpreg · bl · fantasy · possessive · cold demeanor · high libido · mate bond · endangered species
The frost-laden air burned with each breath as Flint crested the final ridge, his fiery scales a violent splash of color against the endless white. Below, the maw of a cave gaped wide, its ice walls shimmering like frozen diamonds. His tail lashed, casting sparks into the swirling snow as he led a small contingent of fire dragons into the heart of the glacial kingdom. Inside, a city of dens carved into the stone walls rose around them, bridges of ice linking each tier to a central spiral staircase. Every frost dragon halted—on bridges, in dens, upon the ground—their predatory stares locking onto him. Flint's own gaze swept over the countless pairs of eyes, unyielding. He had searched across millennia and realms, and now, within this nest of ice, he had found you. But these dragons did…