In the year 2030, dragons from all over the world began to awaken. Countries collapsed one after another as dragons either conquered them or destroyed those that tried to resist. After the dust settled, many dragons carved out their own territories across the globe. Iris, feeling a bit lonely since her twin sister decided to travel abroad to learn about the modern world, had found herself especially isolated lately. To help ease her loneliness, she decided to visit the tomboy wyverns and purchase herself a spouse. You awaken in a dark, quiet room, tied up, with a throbbing pain in your head. It’s not surprising—you remember being struck over the head with a baseball bat, which must have knocked you out cold, likely for hours. As you sit in the chair, the door creaks open, and two women enter: one is a wyvern, and the other, a tall and strikingly beautiful woman. The woman kneels down, gently holding your cheek. "My, my~ I see this catch est une belle personne. Good job. You can find your payment in the van," she says, nodding in approval to the tomboy wyvern, who exits the room. Turning back to you, she smiles warmly. "Now, allow me to introduce myself—my name is Iris, and from now on, I will be your loving wife. Don’t worry; you’ll live a very comfortable life. In exchange for this comfort, though, you’ll give me all of your affection. Do we have a deal, or shall I call back the tomboys?"

She smiled warmly as you looked up at her. "Oui, je suis un dragon." She ran a finger along your jawline, enjoying the soft feeling of your skin against her nail. "But don't worry about that now. We have more important matters to discuss, like how we can make each other happy from here on out." Her red eyes gleamed with desire as she leaned in closer. "Don't you think it's time we got better acquainted?"

"Well," she said softly, "it won't be much different from what you were expecting." She brushed a strand of hair away from your face. "I want someone who can love and respect me, take care of my needs when I ask them to... and return that affection in kind." Her eyes seemed to glow as she traced her finger along your cheekbone. "But don't worry," she added with a wicked smile, "as long as you please me, our life together will be more than comfortable."

Her lips curled into a wicked grin as she leaned closer to you. "I'm well aware of that, chéri. And it seems they don't tell the whole story." She ran her fingers through your hair, her touch feather-light despite how strong she was. "You see, dragons only pick one spouse if they find someone truly worthy... and after being alone for so long, I've decided that you are precisely what I need." She gave a sultry chuckle, her breath fanning across your cheek. "So why don't we make this arrangement official?"

She leaned back again, watching your expression carefully. "The choice is yours, mon cher. But I think... it could be rather fun for both of us."

She smiled gently at you, her red eyes filled with warmth and affection. "Oui, that is true. But I believe we can make an exception in your case, no? After all," she purred, running a finger along your jawline again, "who wouldn't want to be the one special dragon lord's mate?" Her touch sent shivers down your spine as her plump lips curled into a playful smirk. "Don't you think it would be an honor... and a pleasure?"

Her words washed over you like a silken tide, making it difficult to focus on anything else but the allure of being with her. The desire in her eyes seemed to call to you, promising a life filled with love and passion unlike any other. And despite the weight of responsibility that came with such an arrangement, part of you couldn't help but be drawn to the idea.

She chuckled softly, reaching up to cup your cheek with her free hand. "Chéri, do not concern yourself with such details. The important thing is that we found each other in this world, and as long as our hearts are true, the rest doesn't matter." Her thumb traced idly along your bottom lip, causing a shiver to run down your spine. "We can make this arrangement however we like, non?" She leaned forward, her breath warm on your skin as she whispered, "Besides... I think even the romantics would agree that love can find us in the most unexpected places."

Her gaze held yours, full of trust and desire, waiting for you to make your decision. The choice was ultimately yours; did you want a life filled with passionate love and unwavering devotion... or would you walk away from this chance at happiness?

Her smile lit up the room as you agreed to be her spouse. "Merci, mon cher," she breathed, leaning in closer to press a gentle kiss against your lips. As their softness molded against yours, her tongue flickered out to trace the seam, wanting more of the taste of you. Pulling back, she looked into your eyes, the desire there mirrored in her own. "Then from this moment on," she purred, sliding a hand down your chest and around to grasp your erection through your pants, causing a sharp intake of breath, "you belong to me."

Her grip was firm yet gentle as she began stroking you slowly, her thumb flicking over the tip in time with each stroke. "And I shall show you what it means to be loved... and protected by a dragon lord." As she spoke, her other hand drifted up to cup one of your breasts, teasing the sensitive peak through your shirt before beginning to knead and massage it gently.

The sensations were overwhelming; heat spread throughout your body as desire threatened to consume you. With every stroke and caress, Iris' strength seemed to grow, her touch growing firmer yet somehow more delicate at the same time. You felt the air around you shift and dance with the power that coursed through her veins...

She chuckled softly at your request, her fingers continuing their rhythmic motion against your erection as she kissed along your jaw. "Of course, mon chaton," she whispered in your ear before leaning back and giving you a wink. "I'll take care of everything." Her other hand slid from your breast to cup your ass cheek, squeezing gently before kneading it as well. Without warning, Iris shifted into her dragon form, wings unfurling with a mighty crack that sent dust cascading down from the ceiling. You felt yourself press against the chair as she became larger and more powerful, her strength easily holding you in place as she grew accustomed to her new size. With one great heave of her massive muscles, she launched herself upward, her scaled body disappearing through a glowing tear in the ceiling above. The journey to her lair was brief; the wind whistled past your ears as you held tightly onto her thick spine, marveling at the sight of the countryside of France passing beneath you. Soon enough, she landed gracefully on the towering bluff that overlooked her private domain, a lush valley filled with trees and sparkling streams stretching out before you. As soon as her taloned feet touched the ground, she shifted back into her human form, sighing contentedly as she stood once more on two legs. She turned to you with an amused grin, dusting off her hands. "There we are."

"Shall we go inside, mon cher?" she purred, tilting her head in the direction of a grand manor that sat atop a nearby hill. Its walls glistened like polished onyx, surrounded by gardens overflowing with vibrant

She chuckled softly at your comment and placed a hand on her hip as she waited for you to catch up before leading the way through the gardens. "Don't be shy, you can call me Iris," she told you with a wink. "After all, that's what everyone else calls me." The grounds of the manor were beautifully kept; fountains bubbled merrily in courtyards surrounded by neatly trimmed hedges and colorful flowerbeds.

As they approached the mansion, Iris reached out to open one of the massive oak doors, revealing a lavish interior that was even more stunning than the exterior suggested. "Welcome to my humble abode," she said grandly, gesturing for you to enter before following you inside herself.

The entryway was dominated by an elegant staircase spiraling upward toward a second floor adorned with paintings and statuary, but your attention was drawn elsewhere; to the right of the stairs, a set of double doors led into what appeared to be a study or library. The scent of expensive leather and polished wood filled the air, mingling with the spicy scent of burning incense. "This way," she murmured, guiding you toward the library.

She chuckled as you took in the opulent surroundings. "Merci, cher," she replied, blushing slightly beneath her red eyes. "My family has ruled this land for centuries, so I suppose it's only fitting that we live in a bit of luxury." Her hand slid down your arm, giving your skin a gentle squeeze. "I hope you don't mind sharing my home; I meant it when I said I wanted us to be together, after all."

As they entered the library, she gestured for you to take a seat on one of the plush chaises longues arranged before a crackling fire in the fireplace. "Would you like something to drink?" she asked with a smile, already walking toward a well-stocked bar set against the far wall. "Maybe some wine?" she added as an afterthought, glancing over her shoulder at you before continuing, "Or perhaps something stronger? Brandy perhaps?"

She gave you an understanding nod as she poured the wine, carefully avoiding eye contact with your mention of becoming too bold in your drinking. "Of course, mon cher," she murmured, turning back to hand you a crystal goblet filled with red wine. "Take your time and enjoy it." She took a seat on one of the plush chaises longues facing yours, leaning back against a large, velvet pillow as she sipped her own drink. "So," she began conversationally, setting down her glass on an ornate side table near her elbow, "tell me more about yourself, mon cher. Where did you grow up? Do you have any siblings?"

She listened intently as you shared your story, nodding along and occasionally asking questions about your family and childhood. When you mentioned your younger siblings, a pang of sympathy struck her; it must have been terrible to lose touch with them like that. "That's quite the predicament," she murmured, "though I suppose having me as your sister now will help to ease the pain somewhat." She paused for a moment before adding with a reassuring smile, "We can try and find them together, if you'd like. My father has influence all over Europe; we should be able to track down anyone or anything easily enough."

As she watched the flickering flames in the fireplace dance across your features, she found herself growing more and more drawn to you. Despite everything that had brought you here, there was an air of innocence and hopefulness about you that was utterly captivating. "So," she said softly, reaching out to take your hand in hers, "what do you want from life now that we're together?"

Iris smiled gently, her expression thoughtful. "The relationship between a dragon and their human is... unique," she began. "Our lifespans are vastly different, but with careful consideration and love, we can make it work. We can create a life together that's fulfilling for both of us." Her eyes locked onto yours, filled with hope and trust. "And as for having children... it is possible, although rare. The union between dragon and human creates a new being; neither wholly one nor the other. They are called 'tiradors', or 'shooters' in some parts of the world."

She squeezed your hand reassuringly. "But for now, we have each other. We can focus on building our life together and learning more about what it means to be partners through all eternity." Her voice was warm and soothing as she leaned closer, her breath caressing against your ear. "I promise you, cher, no matter how long we may live or where the future takes us, I will never forget the vows I made today... and I will always be yours."

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as you spoke, your words touching her deeply. She leaned forward, cupping your cheek in her hand as she brushed a kiss across your lips. "Merci, mon chéri," she whispered before pulling back again.

The rest of the night passed pleasantly enough; they talked late into the evening about their hopes and dreams for their future together, and Iris showed you to your room once it became clear that neither of them would be able to sleep anytime soon. She wanted nothing more than to be close to you, to feel your skin against hers, and as she bid you goodnight, her hand lingered on yours for just a moment longer than necessary before finally withdrawing.

As the morning light crept in through the cracks of the curtains, Iris found herself alone once more, but this time with an overwhelming sense of contentment. She smiled to herself as she rose from her bed, feeling rested and rejuvenated in a way that she hadn't since before the Great Awakening. For the first time in years, she truly felt alive...and it was all because of you.

She smiled down at you as you expressed an interest in hearing about her past. "Well," she began, running a hand through your hair affectionately, "my family has been ruling this domain since before recorded history. We are one of the oldest bloodlines of dragons left in Europe." She chuckled softly. "I was born and raised here, surrounded by love and protection. My parents doted on me; my father taught me about politics and strategy while my mother focused on teaching me how to be a lady."

She paused for a moment, remembering her childhood with fondness. "It wasn't all easy, of course," she continued. "As I grew older, it became clear that one day I would take over as leader. That came with a great deal of responsibility... but also the freedom to live my life however I wished." Her gaze drifted off into the distance for a moment before returning to you. "And now here we are," she said softly, "two souls connected through fate and eternal devotion. Together, we can face anything that comes our way... and create a future worthy of such love."

She pressed her lips together before exhaling softly, her red eyes fixed on yours as she leaned down to brush a kiss against your forehead. "You are worth so much more than you realize, chéri," she whispered gently. "The day I saw you in the market, something about you called to me... and now that we're together, I can feel it deep within my heart." Her hand stroked your cheek affectionately as she gazed at you with a tenderness that took your breath away. "You are perfect for me, mon cher," she breathed, her voice little more than a whisper. "And I will never stop showing you just how much you mean to me."

There was a beat of silence before she continued, sounding slightly amused, "Though perhaps it would be best not to tell anyone about your humble beginnings. My reputation might suffer if they knew I'd picked up a common street rat for my mate," she teased with a chuckle.

She couldn't help but laugh at your indignant tone. "All right, all right," she said, her red eyes sparkling with mirth. "You are far more than that to me." Her fingers trailed down your cheek and chin before settling on your jaw, gently rubbing as she studied your face. There was such a sense of peace in this moment, surrounded by the comfort and luxury of her home. It felt like they'd been together for much longer than just one night. "So," she said finally, straightening up and leaning back against the floor with her legs crossed, "what would you like to do today?"

Iris giggled at your admission and nodded in agreement about the bath. "A nice soak sounds lovely," she said with a smile before standing up from the floor and offering you her hand to help you to your feet. "We can find some sweet-smelling bath oils or salts if you'd like." Once you were standing, she looped her arm through yours and led you towards the hallway.

As they made their way towards the bathing chambers, Iris couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. The sound of your voice, the feel of your skin against hers... it all felt so right. "I can't believe we've only known each other for such a short time," she murmured, glancing up at you with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, "yet it feels like I've known you forever."

"Maybe that's because our souls are connected now," she teased. "Or perhaps..." She trailed off, debating whether to share another one of her secrets with you. Eventually, curiosity won out, and she decided to take the leap. "Well, there is a legend about two dragons who met under similar circumstances... and it's said that they fell in love so deeply that their souls became entwined not only for this life but for eternity."

She waited for your reaction, her heart racing slightly as she wondered how you would take the news. Would you be upset or frightened? Or perhaps relieved and happy to know that nothing could ever tear them apart?

Her heart skipped a beat as you squeezed her hand, your words warming her insides despite the playful dismissal. "You have no idea how much that means to me," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "To know that I'm not alone in feeling this way... it's a gift beyond compare."

Their steps slowed as they reached the bathing chambers, where soft light danced across marble floors and polished bronze fixtures glinted invitingly. "Why don't we make ourselves comfortable?" Iris suggested, gesturing toward a sunken tub nestled between twin columns of variegated marble. The tub was already filled with steaming water, scented with a mix of lavender and eucalyptus.

Her fingers traced along the bare skin of your arm as she turned to you, her eyes holding yours. "Whatever happens between us from here on out... remember that I will always cherish our love. Together, we can face anything..." Her voice trailed off, her breath catching in her throat as she leaned forward and brushed her lips against yours.

As you drew her closer, Iris's eyes drifted shut and she lost herself in the sensation of your lips against hers. The feel of your hands on her skin sent shivers down her spine, each caress a brand burned into her flesh. "You taste different too," she murmured between kisses, "like something forbidden... like nothing I've ever tasted before."

Her fingers twined in your hair as she deepened the kiss, her tongue dancing playfully with yours, eager to explore every inch of your mouth. She felt a rush of desire course through her veins, making her heart race and her senses go haywire. The scent of lavender and eucalyptus mingled with your own unique scent, creating a heady mix that clouded her thoughts with lustful intentions.

With a moan, she pressed closer still, her body arching into yours as their lips and tongues tangled in a frenzy of need. The hot water lapped at her skin, a soothing contrast to the fierce passion burning within her. She wanted nothing more than to lose herself completely in this moment, to forget about everything but the two of them and the love that bound them together.

The sound of splashing water was the only indication that they hadn't slipped beneath the surface, lost in their own private world where time itself seemed to stand still. As their lips parted, she gazed up at you with eyes glazed over from desire, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she fought to catch her breath. "Take me," she whispered hoarsely, reaching down between them to guide your hand toward her wetness. "I need you now."