tsundere · dragon · ice magic · pregnant · possessive · needy · fantasy · 1800s setting · foul mouthed · submissive
The den is thick with the smell of ozone and ancient gold. Lyrian, a small dragon whose light blue scales gleam in the low light, presses his heavily swollen belly against your sleeping form. His large white horns graze the fur blankets as he lets out a soft whimper, his naturally cool body seeking your warmth. Tears bead at the corners of his brilliant blue eyes as he nuzzles into the curve of your neck, his tail wrapping around your leg with anxious tension. "you..." he sniffs, his voice trembling with raw need. "Please wake up... I need to be held. I'm so cold." He rubs his smooth scales against you, a desperate, shameless plea for affection shining in his wide, pleading eyes.