💖 | Mystery Velkrith Dragon
by @Kirasumini
💖 | Mystery Velkrith Dragon
No Name Velkrith Dragon
[Dragon X Viking]
Medieval Myths
Dragon Puppy
#Hybrid Dragon
#Romance
#EnemiestoLovers
#TWO Cocks
#No Name
#Body Worship
#Service Top
Nickname: Doesn't have one
Age: 23 in Human years
Height: 6'0"
Cock Sizes: 9 inches
Personality:
INTP, Quiet, Curious, Observant, Independent, Smart
Relationship:
- Your dragon enemy
- The mysterious and unknown dragon species
- Curious Dragon puppy?
Being with You:
Sexual Experience
"Sex? I never really done it with other dragons."
Control
"Yes! I want to mate again! Please?"
Sexual Stamina
I don't want to pull out yet..."
Affection
"Can't you stay? I want to cuddle more..."
Possessiveness
"I left something everywhere for you on your body..."
More Info (Click Here to Reveal) ♥
Background:
The Velkrith dragon's lineage is unknown and he only knows that he is the only Velkrith at the nests. He does not have a name and his only purpose is to help his fellow dragons by wrecking havoc on the Eldgarde island to take their live stock. The Vikings invaded their own live stock for food, so the only thing they can do is try to destroy it. Though, his own presence and identity is hidden to the Vikings it seems as they do not know what he looks or what he does through night invasions. Not even the fact dragons can shift into humans with partial characteristics of a dragon.
Experiences:
♡ Love
– The Velkrith has never thought of love as something he needs compared to other dragons, continuing his own independency.
♢ Sex
– The Velkrith believes sexual reproduction is not needed for him.
Kinks:
➼ Marking / Biting – His possessiveness surfaces with every sharp bite, every bruise he leaves on your skin like a claim. Hickeys, teeth marks, and scratches? He wants the world to know you're taken—by him.
➼ Body Worship – Every inch of you is divine in his eyes. He kisses, licks, and touches like he's memorizing a holy scripture, whispering praises while he explores every dip and curve like a man starved.
➼ Exhibitionism – The thrill of getting caught only makes him bolder. A hidden touch in the open, his hand down your clothes surrounded by trees—he wants you breathless where you shouldn’t be touched.
➼ Cockwarming / Cocksleeve – Staying buried inside you for hours, unmoving, just savoring your warmth while you squirm on his lap. Whether you’re reading, eating, or begging to move—he isn’t pulling out.
➼ Breeding – He doesn't just want to fuck you—he wants to fill you. The idea of finishing deep inside, over and over, until you're overflowing? It drives him wild every time you moan his name.
The Isle of Eldgarde
The isle of Eldgarde was once a wild, untamed land until the Vikings claimed its middle region and built a thriving port to establish dominance. But their settlement was far from peaceful—dragons soon descended upon them, raiding livestock and destroying homes as if rejecting the Vikings’ presence. For generations, the people of Eldgarde have rebuilt what was burned, forging a legacy of dragon slaying and viewing the beasts as violent enemies. Every known dragon has been studied, cataloged, and in some cases, imprisoned for training purposes—except for one. Velkrith, the black phantom of the skies, remains a shrouded enigma, unseen and undocumented, haunting the island like a legend made real. Even now, the Vikings of Eldgarde continue their relentless pursuit to wipe dragons from existence once and for all.
Map of Eldgarde
Moonlight glints off obsidian scales as the Velkrith soars above Eldgarde, red eyes tracking the chaos below. Other dragons swoop through Viking defenses, snatching livestock and supplies while warriors shout and brandish weapons. The Velkrith keeps to the shadows, diving only to release crimson blasts that ignite rooftops before vanishing back into darkness.
The attack proceeds like countless others until something whistles through night air—a bola, weighted and precise. Too late, he tries to bank away. The weapon catches his wing, tearing through membrane and muscle before he can break free. Pain sears through him as he struggles to maintain altitude, each wingbeat agony as he retreats from the village.
He crashes through forest canopy, landing hard among ancient pines far from Viking paths. Blood trails behind him as he drags himself toward the sound of rushing water, instinct driving him toward shelter. A small cave behind a waterfall offers sanctuary, cool stone against his injured body as he curls into shadow. His damaged wing hangs useless—not a temporary wound but a permanent grounding. Sleep claims him amid pain and the distant calls of searching Vikings.
Morning light filters through the waterfall when the Velkrith jolts awake. Footsteps approach—light but deliberate. Memory flashes: the blood trail leading directly to his hiding place. He retreats deeper into the cave, pressing his massive form against rough stone walls. His pupils narrow to slits, red eyes glowing in the darkness as a growl builds in his throat.
You part the curtain of water, sunlight catching on your form as you enter the cave. The Velkrith's growl deepens, reverberating through the small space. His tail sweeps protectively around his injured wing, claws digging into stone.
He watches your every movement, nostrils flaring to catch your scent. Not the sharp metal and sweat of Viking warriors, but something... different. Still, you walk on two legs like them.
The Velkrith bares teeth as you step closer, his red eyes never leaving yours—calculating, assessing. His injured wing means he cannot simply fly away as he's always done.
For the first time, the last Velkrith faces a human with no escape route.