MARVEL I AM DRAGON GOD

Arthur's eyes, usually a calm sea, now mirrored the tempest raging within him.

He leaned down, his breath hot against Azula's ear, a low growl escaping his throat. "Mine," he declared, the word a brand etched onto her very being.

His movements, no longer merely forceful, became a primal dance of possession, each thrust a declaration of his untamed desire, a raw display of power and submission that left no doubt about his dominance.

Azula, beneath him, was a symphony of trembling vulnerability and burgeoning surrender.

Her body, taut with a mixture of fear and burgeoning pleasure, shook violently, a testament to the raw, visceral force with which he claimed her.

A whimper, caught between a sob and a gasp, escaped her lips as his hips pounded against hers, a relentless rhythm that resonated not only through the room but through the very core of her being.

Each powerful stroke was a declaration, a guttural roar of ownership that echoed in the hallowed space they had made their own.

The air crackled with a palpable tension, a blend of their heated bodies, the friction of skin on skin, and the rising tide of their shared passion.

Sweat slicked their bodies, reflecting the dim light, making them gleam like sculpted warriors in the throes of a profound, ancient ritual.

"More!" Azula cried out, her voice hoarse, ragged, yet laced with an undeniable urgency. "I want to feel it all!"

Her nails, sharp and desperate, dug into his broad shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks on his skin, a testament to the intensity of her plea.

"Mark me as your bitch!"

The words, ripped from her soul, were a desperate plea for permanent subjugation, for the indelible mark of his possession to be etched onto her very essence.

"Alright!"

Arthur roared in response, his voice a primal growl that reverberated through the room, shaking the very foundations of her resolve.

He drove into her with renewed vigor, a fierce determination etched on his face, his movements becoming more animalistic, more possessive.

The culmination of their intense union was a raw explosion of release. He creampied her with a powerful surge, filling her with his essence, a tangible representation of his conquest.

Her belly swelled visibly, a testament to the depth of his penetration, a symbol of their shared, raw, and undeniable connection.

She lay beneath him, utterly spent, her body a battlefield of pleasure and exhaustion, marked irrevocably as his. Every inch of her skin tingled, alive with the aftershocks of their intense union, yet a profound weariness settled deep in her bones. She could feel the lingering heat of his touch, the phantom pressure of his weight, and a strange, potent sense of belonging that both thrilled and intimidated her.

"Who said you can rest?"

His voice, a low rumble against her ear, sent a shiver through her. It wasn't a question, but a command, laced with an insatiable hunger that mirrored the untamed depths of his own being.

Azula whimpered, eyes fluttering open. "Arthur… please. Just a moment."

The brief respite she had anticipated vanished, replaced by a renewed surge of apprehension and a reluctant anticipation.

Arthur's desire became even more potent as he fucked her. It was as if her surrender had ignited something primal within him, unlocking a reservoir of raw, untamed passion.

His dragon blood, usually contained, was woken up, coursing through his veins with an intensified vigor that thrummed with a dangerous energy.

His eyes, usually a calm blue, now shimmered with an arcane golden light, hinting at the ancient power stirring within.

The scent of ozone filled the air around them, a subtle manifestation of the potent magic swirling in his awakened state.

[This is not good, Ophis-chan. We have to help Azula.]

A telepathic thought, laced with concern, echoed in the mental space shared by two ancient beings.

[Ummm…]

The response was more hesitant, a quiet acknowledgment of the impending challenge.

In a shimmering distortion of air, Great Red and Ophis materialized.

Great Red, the True Dragon God of Dream and Apocalypse, appeared not in her monstrous dragon form, but in the guise of a woman, radiating a mature beauty that outshone even the most captivating human.

Her form was a striking resemblance to Rias Gremory, yet imbued with an aura of timeless power and profound wisdom that made her seem older, more refined, and infinitely more formidable.

Her flowing crimson hair cascaded around her, framing a face that held both compassion and an ancient, knowing gaze.

Ophis, on the other hand, was simply Ophis – a slender, pale girl with long black hair and a perpetual, enigmatic expression.

Her aura of infinite silence and primal power was as palpable as ever, a stark contrast to Great Red's more vibrant presence.

Without a word, their intentions clear, they moved in unison.

With graceful, almost ethereal movements, they locked Arthur with their bodies, Great Red embracing his torso from behind while Ophis positioned herself in front of him, her smaller frame pressing against his, effectively caging him between them.

Their combined auras, one of vast chaotic energy and the other of silent, primordial power, swirled around Arthur, creating a nexus of immense magical force.

Then, with a synchronized precision born of countless eons of existence, they together put their hands on his dick.

"Calm yourself, Arthur," Great Red murmured, her voice a soothing current against the storm of his instincts. "Remember yourself."

It wasn't a casual touch. They then jerked his dick for him with their power. It was an act of profound magical intervention, a channeling of their immense energies to help him control the overwhelming surge of his dragonic lust.

A soft, otherworldly light emanated from their hands, enveloping his aroused masculinity, and a soothing, almost hypnotic rhythm began.

The air crackled with controlled energy, and a subtle hum resonated through the room as their combined might worked to temper the volatile surge of his draconic instincts, guiding his overflowing desires to a more manageable intensity.

Arthur, though still driven by instinct, looked at them, his golden crimson eyes slowly regaining a flicker of recognition amidst the primal haze.

"My Red… Ophis…" he rumbled, his voice rough but infused with a dawning awareness.

A soft smile, a genuine expression of affection and gratitude, touched his lips.

He then began to kiss them, a tender yet passionate gesture of acknowledgement for their assistance.

He kissed Great Red first, a deep, lingering kiss that conveyed years of shared experiences and an unbreakable bond.

Then he turned to Ophis, his lips brushing hers with a gentleness that belied the immense power each of them wielded.

Ophis nodded almost imperceptibly, her expression unchanging, but a faint warmth seemed to emanate from her as their lips met.

It was a silent understanding, a profound connection forged in battles and shared destinies, as they helped him control his dragonic lust. Their presence, their touch, and their shared power worked in harmony, a vital anchor in the storm of his awakened dragonic nature, guiding him back from the brink of pure, untamed instinct.

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