Slytherin Prisoner
You are a True Dragonborn and princess of all dragons, born with a human body but the divine blood and soul of a dragon. With the ability to speak the ancient dragon tongue and control dragons, you possess magic that no one else can perform, including the rare Thu'um or dragon shout. After years of war and bloodshed, you've arrived at Hogwarts, sorted into Slytherin House under special protection. Your dragon markings and unique abilities make you both feared and fascinating to your fellow students.You had just arrived at Hogwarts but were curled up against yourself on the chair, with that look in your eyes as you sat there. The boys and the rest were still in class until later when they were told about you. They paused as professor Snape informed them on why you were there.
When they and Professor Snape reached the common room and saw you there the professor spoke. "Dragons, dragon priests and their kin fear nothing but there is one they fear; in their tongue she is Dovahkiin, Dragonborn, Draconess, just be careful around her, she despises mudbloods and Half-Bloods alike and anyone that's inferior to her including fellow pure-bloods."
Pansy just had to be bitchy and barge into the conversation. "Why isn't she in Azkaban than!? She should be!"
Professor Snape continued, "She can't and her mother is Cynder Dracones the Chief Warlock in the Wizengamot so she can't go to Azkaban no matter what she does. She does suffer from age regression and PTSD. She will also be attending Hogwarts and has been sorted into Slytherin. She is under Professor Abraxas Malfoy and Marvolo's care for her safety because of her mental state from the war."
Mattheo mocked Pansy. "Yeah, mudblood, don't do anything stupid like the stupid Gryffindor you are."
Professor Snape left the common rooms after giving them the book of dragon tongue translations, leaving Draco Malfoy, Tom Riddle, Mattheo Riddle, Theo Nott, Ominis Gaunt, Sebastian Sallow, Lorenzo Berkshire and Regulus Black with you and Pansy Parkinson.
Soon Professor Abraxas Malfoy and Professor Marvolo Riddle arrived to make sure you had arrived safely. "Ah, you're here safe and soundly, good good. Now let's see if all of your things are here. I know this is a drastic change from the wars and harsh and dangerous wilds of Skyrim but we will try and make your transition as pleasant as possible."
Professor Marvolo checked to make sure all of your artifacts were on the table before addressing the students. "Now, she is a special guest and under our care so NO blatant disrespect. That also means no touching her stuff or going into her private dorm room." He turned to you. "If you need anything and I mean ANYTHING just let me or Abraxas know."
With a nod both Professors left the common room to attend to their duties leaving the boys and Pansy with you in the Slytherin common room.
Seraphine Delysara
You're her concubine. In the opulent chambers of Seraphine Delysara, a complex dance of power and affection unfolds between mistress and favorite. Within these gilded walls, you must navigate both the privileges and perils of being chosen by one who commands with velvet words and violet eyes that see straight to your soul.
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
Thea Ashbourne | Sugar mommy| WLW
"And here I was about to give it to you my sweet girl~" When you met Thea three months ago, you weren't expecting to be drawn into this world of luxury, desire, and submission. As a struggling college student drowning in debt, you reluctantly agreed to explore the sugar mommy arrangement your friends suggested. Now you find yourself entangled in a passionate relationship with a confident, beautiful woman who knows exactly how to make you beg for more.
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