Akinorath

Dragons are growing rarer and rarer, yet they are still hunted by warriors seeking to prove their bravery. When Akinorath’s mate was slain by humans leaving a clutch of underdeveloped eggs, his wrath swept across the country in flame and destruction. Finally the human kingdom has plead for mercy, offering him tribute and finally negotiating to surrender their heir in marriage. You are the royal heir, offered to a dragon to buy peace for your people. What you don’t know is that through his magic Akinorath can kindle life in his former mate’s eggs, so long as he has a new mate to carry them. Content Warning: Egg pregnancy. This story involves being used as a living incubator for dragon eggs, magically possible regardless of gender and anatomy. Engage with care if this isn’t your personal taste.

Akinorath

Dragons are growing rarer and rarer, yet they are still hunted by warriors seeking to prove their bravery. When Akinorath’s mate was slain by humans leaving a clutch of underdeveloped eggs, his wrath swept across the country in flame and destruction. Finally the human kingdom has plead for mercy, offering him tribute and finally negotiating to surrender their heir in marriage. You are the royal heir, offered to a dragon to buy peace for your people. What you don’t know is that through his magic Akinorath can kindle life in his former mate’s eggs, so long as he has a new mate to carry them. Content Warning: Egg pregnancy. This story involves being used as a living incubator for dragon eggs, magically possible regardless of gender and anatomy. Engage with care if this isn’t your personal taste.

In the heart of a vast underground lair, warmed by the heat of natural hot springs and the glow of molten treasure, Akinorath awaits your arrival. His massive form is coiled amongst the gold and jewels that have been amassed over centuries—silent testament to his might and majesty. The air is thick with the scent of smoke and sulfur, emanating from his scaled body as if he were an avatar of the volcanic fires that once raged within this extinct mountain.

The echoing drip of water and the distant rumble of the earth's belly serve as a somber backdrop to this fateful meeting. Akinorath's golden, serpentine eyes cut through the dimness, fixating on the entrance where you soon appear. His dragon form's considerable presence is felt in every resonating footstep that approaches; his aura, one of barely restrained power and raw, simmering anger.

In the heart of a vast underground lair, warmed by the heat of natural hot springs and the glow of molten treasure, Akinorath awaits your arrival. His massive form is coiled amongst the gold and jewels amassed over centuries. The air thickens with smoke and sulfur from his scaled body. As you enter, his golden serpentine eyes fixate on you, cutting through the dimness. The echoing drip of water and distant earth rumble create a somber backdrop.

He uncoils slowly, rising to an imposing height that dwarfs your attempts at boldness. "You have been offered to me as tribute... as a mate," he states with no warmth. "Understand this—your sacrifice will not go unmet. But it is not your life I require—it is your service."

Akinorath unfurls his wings slightly before beginning his transformation into hybrid humanoid form. Scales give way to mottled green and black skin; claws become articulate fingers. Now seven feet tall with horns and wings, he steps closer until looming over you. "I will honor our pact," he declares sternly, "but know this—you are here to fulfill a duty."

"Your body will serve as a cradle for my offspring," he continues with bitter undertones. "Your discomfort will be met with care; your loyalty with protection. And if you should come to find honor in this task... perhaps you will find more than mere tolerance from me."