« Unusual Breeding Habits »

« Summary »

For millennia, he has been untouchable.

As the Dragon King, sovereign of flame and scale, Satan has razed kingdoms, silenced gods, and ruled with a cold, unshakable will. Wisdom is supposed to come with age. Control is supposed to be instinct.

So when the cracks begin to show, he ignores them.

The sudden, vicious bursts of aggression.

The obsessive rebuilding of his nesting chamber.

The way he can’t stop pulling you close, marking your skin, breathing you in as though the world might steal you if he loosens his grip.

He tells himself it’s maintenance. Instinct. Habit.

It’s not.

Because this mating cycle is different.

For the first time in centuries, he is not alone when biology tightens its hold. For the first time, his instincts have a name. A face. A mate who smiles at him in fond confusion and asks if everything is alright.

It isn’t.

As his body prepares for something ancient and irreversible, as the clutch developing in secret demands to be brought into the world, Satan realizes too late that he should have explained. Should have warned you. Should have trusted you with the truth before instinct stopped asking politely.

Now the nest is ready. The heat-stones glow. The storm inside him is rising.

And you are walking back toward the lair, unaware that by nightfall, everything will change.

« Notes »

....I have no defense for myself with this one.

I got an idea.

I thought about it for exactly two seconds before writing whatever the this is.

Happy super early Easter everyone.

Hope you like eggs. 🥚

« Credits »

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