MARVEL I AM DRAGON GOD

It was the soft murmur of their names, the familiar touch of their lips, that truly began to pull Arthur back from the precipice of his untamed dragon's lust.

The golden, arcane light in his eyes flickered, the intense glow receding slightly as the primal haze began to dissipate.

The scent of ozone, which had been thick in the air, softened to a faint whisper, like the dying embers of a potent fire.

Azula, still beneath him, watched the scene unfold with wide, disbelieving eyes.

The fear that had tightened its grip on her heart began to loosen, replaced by a bewildering mix of awe and a strange sense of… relief.

She had called for him to mark her, to claim her, but the intensity of his awakened state had been a force she wasn't sure she could withstand.

Now, seeing these two ethereal women, radiating power and serenity, bring him back from the brink, a different kind of surrender bloomed within her – a deeper, more complex understanding of the being who had so fiercely claimed her.

Arthur pulled away from Ophis, his gaze now steady and clear, though a lingering warmth simmered in their depths.

He looked down at Azula, the primal possessiveness still evident in his posture, but now tempered with a tenderness that hadn't been present moments before.

His hand, which had been gripping her hip with bone-crushing force, now softened, his thumb gently stroking her skin.

"Azula,"

He rumbled, his voice still deep, but without the guttural edge of before. It was a question, a statement, an acknowledgement all at once.

Her breath hitched.

"Arthur,"

She whispered, her voice still hoarse, but laced with a newfound vulnerability.

The room was no longer filled with the frantic sounds of their raw union, but with a palpable, almost sacred silence.

The air, though still warm from their exertions, no longer crackled with untamed energy.

Great Red remained behind Arthur, her arms still loosely encircling his torso, a silent pillar of support.

Ophis, in front, had lowered her hands from his arousal, her perpetual expression unchanging, yet her presence exuded a quiet reassurance.

Arthur slowly shifted, easing his weight off Azula, though he didn't move far.

He remained above her, propped on his forearms, allowing her to breathe, to simply be. He watched her, his gaze unwavering, as if seeing her for the first time, truly seeing the woman beneath him.

The marks of his passion were evident on her skin – the faint redness, the crescent imprints of her nails on his shoulders – and a flicker of something akin to remorse crossed his face.

He reached out a hand, his fingers tracing the curve of her jaw, gently pushing a strand of damp hair from her face.

"Are you… alright?"

He asked the question soft, almost hesitant, a stark contrast to his earlier commands.

Azula swallowed, her throat dry.

"I… I think so,"

She managed, her voice a fragile thing. Her body still thrummed with the aftershocks of their union, but the fear had receded, replaced by a profound exhaustion and a burgeoning curiosity about the two beings who had just intervened.

Great Red's voice, rich and melodic, broke the silence.

"His dragon blood is powerful, Azula. It is a force that demands respect and understanding, even from him."

She stepped back fully from Arthur, her gaze warm and knowing as she looked at Azula.

"But he is learning to wield it, to balance its intensity with his own heart."

Ophis, ever succinct, simply nodded.

"Chaos and silence. They balance."

Azula looked from Great Red to Ophis, then back to Arthur.

"Who… who are you?"

She asked, her voice barely a whisper, directed at the two divine figures. Arthur had never told anyone about them before.

Not because he didn't trust any of them but he didn't have a reason to. But now Ophis and Great Red could manifest it was another matter.

A gentle smile touched Great Red's lips.

"I am Great Red, the True Dragon God. And this," she gestured to Ophis, "is Ophis, the Ouroboros Dragon."

Her eyes then settled back on Azula, a thoughtful glint within them.

"We are… part of Arthur's harem, just as you are now."

The revelation hung in the air, a momentous declaration that redefined everything Azula thought she knew.

Gods. Dragons. They were being intertwined with forces beyond her wildest imagination.

Yet, surprisingly, the fear didn't return. Instead, a strange sense of destiny, of being swept up in something truly grand, began to settle over her.

Arthur shifted again, finally pulling himself fully off her.

He then reached down, gently helping her to sit up. Her body protested the movement, every muscle aching, but she pushed through it, her eyes never leaving his.

He pulled her into his arms, a possessive yet tender embrace that felt both familiar and utterly new.

He didn't speak, simply held her, his chin resting on her head, her body pressed against his still-sweaty chest.

She could feel the steady beat of his heart, no longer a frantic drum, but a strong, calming rhythm.

The room remained hushed, save for the soft sounds of their breathing.

Great Red and Ophis stood nearby, their presence a quiet assurance, a testament to the profound connection they shared with Arthur.

The raw, primal heat that had consumed them had subsided, replaced by a tender warmth, a comfortable intimacy that spoke of new beginnings and uncharted territories.

Azula, nestled in Arthur's embrace, felt a profound weariness settle into her bones. Yet, beneath it, a tiny ember of something else sparked to life: curiosity, a burgeoning understanding, and a strange, powerful sense of belonging.

She had been claimed, truly claimed, not just by a man, but by a force that transcended the ordinary.

Arthur tightened his hold on her, a silent promise in the gesture. He had found his balance, for now, guided by his companions.

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