Zephirion's POV

After dinner, Valerian and Caelum retired early, leaving Aeris and me alone.

She walked ahead, oblivious to what I had planned.

The moment we stepped into our shared chamber, I locked the doors behind us with a soft click.

Aeris barely had time to turn around before I scooped her up, throwing her over my shoulder.

"W-WHAT ARE YOU-?! PUT ME DOWN, YOU BLACK LIZARD!!" she shrieked, kicking her legs.

I smirked, ignoring her struggles.

Instead, I carried her to the bed and pushed her down, pinning her wrists against the silk sheets.

She looked up at me, eyes wide, chest rising and falling quickly.

I hovered above her.

For once, she didn't have a witty comeback.

I could see it in her eyes-shock, confusion... and something else.

Something deeper.

Something I had been waiting for.

I took a breath, my voice low but firm.

"I won't let you go."

Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

"You are mine, Aeris," I murmured, leaning closer.

"I have tried-gods, I have tried-to be patient with you. I let you prank me, mock me, push me away... because I thought maybe... maybe one day, you would come to me willingly."

I pressed my forehead against hers, closing my eyes.

"I can't hold back anymore."

Aeris's breath hitched, and I finally saw it-the truth in her gaze.

She felt the same.

A trembling hand reached up, brushing against my cheek.

Then, in a voice softer than I had ever heard from her, she whispered-

"I don't want to leave."

My chest tightened.

She continued, her voice stronger this time.

"I thought I wanted to escape... but I was wrong. My place is here, with you."

I pulled back slightly, staring into her eyes.

She wasn't lying.

She had chosen me.

And that was all I needed.

I let out a low chuckle, brushing my thumb over her lips.

"Good."

I leaned closer, my breath hot against her skin as I smirked.

"Now, about your pranks..."

Her expression shifted immediately from emotional to cautious.

"W-What about them?"

I traced my fingers down her jawline, watching her squirm beneath me.

"I've noticed something, my little blossom," I mused. "You love children."

Her eyes narrowed.

"...So?"

I leaned in, lips barely an inch from hers.

"So why not make one?"

Her face exploded in color.

"...WHAT?!"

I smirked, relishing her reaction.

"I wasn't joking earlier. Valerian and Caelum really are going to be uncles."

She was speechless.

I didn't give her time to argue.

Instead, I captured her lips in a kiss.

At first, it was soft, careful-as if I was memorizing the taste of her.

But as her hands trembled beneath mine, as she slowly relaxed into me, I deepened the kiss.

Hunger replaced hesitation.

She gasped as I devoured her, our bodies pressed flush against each other.

She was mine.

And now, she finally knew it too.

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(Aeris's POV)

Zephirion's eyes smoldered with intensity as he approached, his gaze locking with mine, and in that moment, I knew I was his. With a swift motion, he untied the silk sash of my dress, his strong fingers brushing against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Beautiful," he growled, his voice deep and hungry.

In an instant, he was upon me, his hands claiming what his eyes had desired. My breath caught in my throat as he tore my panties away, leaving me bare and wanting.

"Please..." I whispered, my body already aching for his touch.

He didn't tease, not with his tongue, as it swirled and flicked, fucking me with a relentless rhythm that had me bucking against his mouth, my cries filling the room. His hands roamed, squeezing and caressing my breasts, fingers tugging at my peaks, eliciting moans that turned to high-pitched screams as pleasure spiked.

Then, he was inside me, his manhood a force of nature, claiming me with powerful thrusts. The wet sounds of our union filled the chamber, a primal rhythm that drove me to the edge. I screamed, I moaned, I begged for release, my body trembling as Zephirion's passion consumed me, leaving me utterly satisfied and spent.

But just as I thought it was over he flipped me over and lean down."You are mine.Only mine, little blossom." He whispered and with a strong force he jerked me.

"AHHHHHHHHH",I screamed as he continues fucking me relentlessly from the back and then I felt something hit inside me.

With a deep moan he released,he released inside me.

I looked at him,"Zephy, I think we should stop-" before I could even finish the sentence he kissed me, he kissed as if trying to devour me raw. Then he pulled back and said "it was just a beginning, little blossom" and he smirked. Oh god I know that smirk the same arrogant, infuriating yet charming smirk whenever he has a plan.

And the next thing I knew was being getting fucked by his mouth,then with his fingers and how can even forget his little guy.I was shock to see a size this big, but he was dragon afterall.

All night I was fucked like a slut and he was the relentless monster but I would be lying if I said I didn't quite enjoyed it and soon we both lie down on the bed and then he suddenly got up and bought a wet towel and starts cleaning me.

"Zephy,what are you-"I gasped and he shushed me"I am doing my work,it is my basic job to at least clean you up after making you a mess" he said with a smile. God,that smile ughh-but I didn't argue and let him clean me up and then I dozed off.

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Zephirion's POV

Aeris lay beside me, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm as sleep finally claimed her. The moonlight spilling through the windows bathed her in silver, making her look ethereal-almost unreal. She had given in to exhaustion after a long and relentless night, her body curled slightly toward me as if seeking warmth even in sleep.

I let out a quiet sigh, brushing a few damp strands of hair from her flushed face. My fingers trailed lightly down her arm, feeling the softness of her skin. She had been so full of energy earlier, teasing and tormenting me as always, but now she lay utterly spent, her usual fire dimmed into a gentle glow.

Carefully, I cleaned her up, making sure she was comfortable. Even in sleep, she shifted slightly, murmuring something incoherent. A small smile tugged at my lips-she truly had no idea how much she affected me.

After making sure she was warm, I lay beside her and pulled her into my arms. She fit perfectly against me, her head resting against my chest. My grip tightened slightly, an instinctual need to keep her close, to make sure she was safe.

As I pressed a light kiss to her forehead, I whispered, "Sleep well, my little blossom."

And for the first time in a long while, I allowed myself to drift into sleep-holding onto the one thing I never wanted to let go of.