The Wolf and the Lioness - A Dragon's Roar. (Patreon)

Aegon Targaryen, Grimmauld Place – England.

Fury.

There was no other word to describe what the young wizard felt, now that the moment of truth had arrived, the moment he had been practicing like a deranged maniac for his entire life.

All the hours of training, the hours of study, all the sacrifices.

Everything came down to this moment. This was the trial by fire.

The Wild Hunt.

Numerous and physically imposing, many of them were even taller than Aegon, with bulky bodies and relentless armor made of magical metal, undoubtedly enchanted.

They were the elite of the elite of Tir Na Lia, Eredin's elite warriors, feared and ruthless judging by the words of his wife, shadow executioners who could appear out of nowhere, hunting dogs trained to follow their master's orders.

But…

What were mere hounds before the fury and power of a dragon? Aegon thought with satisfaction as he wielded his sword in one hand, his spell in the other, and his Thu’um in his throat.

Preparing himself for the slaughter that was approaching.

Generally, he was not a person who enjoyed violence, but these creatures had hunted his wife like an animal, with the sole intention of using her as a broodmare.

Therefore, in Aegon's opinion, they had already forfeited their lives.

"WULD!" Aegon spat, and the universe obeyed, moving the wizard's body and bringing him within less than the blink of an eye of the nearest enemy, while the edge of his sword kissed the Elf's neck.

The young dragon could see with satisfaction through the metal mask as those blue eyes widened for an instant in realization, just before the head was separated from the body.

Around him, the rest of the soldiers looked at one another in surprise at the sudden action, including the commander, but Aegon spared them not a single thought. He was already thinking about his next victim.

His sword danced in his hand once again, delivering three precise cuts to the nearby enemies, severing another head and a pair of legs from the nearby Elves before they could begin to respond.

Or at least attempt to, since… while Aegon danced among the enemies in a frenzy, the Frost Atronach he had created was wreaking considerable havoc.

The young dragon watched as his creation seized the body of one of the Elves and used it as a club to attack the others. They tried to flee, but the presence of the White Frost around them severely limited the Hunt's movements.

They were cornered, exactly as Aegon had planned from the beginning, preparing them for the slaughterhouse.

"STOP HIM!" the enemy commander roared, using his staff to launch a dangerous blast of magic toward Aegon, who simply responded.

"WULD!"

The universe obeyed once again, and Aegon's body moved at an absurd speed toward the other side of the room, causing the commander's attack to strike his own men while Aegon continued the slaughter.

In his right hand, he wielded his sword, the one he had forged specifically for this moment, designed specifically to extinguish the lives of Elves indiscriminately, so sharp that the powerful armor of the Aen Elle, famous for resisting magic, was pierced like butter.

Behind him, the young dragon could hear Bellatrix's laughter as she unleashed chains of spells indiscriminately toward the hounds and straggling soldiers, but Aemon's attention was completely focused on the commander, who was preparing another attack.

"ENOUGH!" he roared, striking the floor of the hall with his staff and releasing a wave of ice magic toward Aegon, not caring that several of his men were also caught in it.

The dragon responded instantly, staring directly at the attack and, channeling his magic toward his throat, roared.

"YOR TOOR SHUL!"

And a second after those words left his mouth, an inferno emerged ferociously from Aegon's throat, a magical explosion that incinerated the Aen Elle before him and collided head-on with the enemy leader's magic.

The result was… curious, to say the least. The clash of ice and fire unleashed such a powerful arcane explosion that every Elf around them was thrown to the ground, completely stunned, with the exception of Aegon and the enemy commander, who looked at him with surprise and even a hint of respect in his eyes.

"Your arcane prowess is admirable, Dh'oine, but your effort is futile," the Elf said before moving his staff again, this time with even greater speed. The creature's skill was more than evident to Aegon.

Alas, the young dragon was not someone who cowered easily, so without any fear, he focused completely on his enemy and spat out the next Thu’um.

"Wuld Nah Kest!"

Unlike the previous times, Aemon moved at a simply absurd speed. The young Dragon closed the distance with the enemy commander so quickly that he was barely able to respond.

"Stop this," the young Dragon spat, inhaling deeply, his gaze serene. Aegon prepared his throat and spat out the Thu’um.

"FUS ROH DAH!"

The moment Aegon gave the order, the Universe obeyed, causing a monstrous magical force to emerge from the young dragon's throat directly into Aegon's enemy's face.

The enemy's body, even with that sophisticated and imposing armor, was unable to withstand the power of the Thu’um, being relentlessly hurled away with the elegance of an old rag and smashing into an enchanted wall of the room with such force that part of the armor shattered.

Aegon had all his attention focused on the defeated creature while his Atronach and Bellatrix continued wreaking havoc among the disorganized troops. The portals of the Hunt had begun to fade as the young dragon slowly began walking toward the defeated creature, preparing his sword to deliver the finishing blow.

The commander's condition was… sad and pathetic. Aegon had not measured his strength at all, and apparently, ever since he had begun training with Lily and Bellatrix, his magic in general had become much stronger and more ferocious.

The Elf tried to stand, an act that was proving quite difficult. The armor plates on both of his arms had been destroyed, while his breastplate and helmet had been severely damaged. Aegon watched with satisfaction as blood ran down the Elf's chest and now-visible face, the Elf looking at Aegon, to the young dragon's respect, without a single trace of fear.

The Elf tried to reach for his staff, to which Aegon responded by stomping on his hand, making sure to channel his magic through his boot, attempting to inflict as much damage as possible upon the despicable creature.

"AHHHHHG!" the Elf screamed, instinctively moving his other hand toward the dagger at his hip, attempting to catch Aegon off guard.

Something that, evidently, was destined to fail.

Without flinching, the young dragon made an elegant movement with his hand, using his sword to stop the dagger and, in the same motion, severing the invader's arm.

And now, the Elf's face no longer held the fury from before, but had changed into a single expression.

Agony.

"SHIT!! AHHHG!" he spat in pain, moving his bleeding stump toward his chest, though Aegon did not care. His mind was already focused on ending this threat, so he simply prepared his sword to deliver the final blow and let his blade kiss the Elf's neck.

He wanted to finish this once and for all. Ciri had told him about these navigators, difficult to train and replace, so losing one of this caliber would give him the necessary time until he reunited with the rest of his women.

However, just as the blade was about to descend, Bella's voice, filled with urgency and desperation, alerted him.

"WATCH OUT AEGON!" the mature but beautiful Black witch said, startling the young dragon, who felt the hairs on his body stand on end in the face of imminent danger.

He was unable to detect its origin, but it was obvious that it was quite close, so without wasting any time, the young dragon disappeared on the spot, appearing beside Bellatrix.

Just in time to see an enormous metal mace, carried by an immense warrior of the Hunt, strike exactly where Aegon had been moments before. The force had been so great that the enchanted floor had been completely destroyed.

The immense man merely directed his gaze, hidden beneath a metal helmet, directly toward where Aegon and Bellatrix stood, while giving an order for the regrouped soldiers to assist the wounded commander.

The young dragon watched the entire scene with a cold and calculating gaze, deducing that this new intruder was someone important, perhaps another one of the Hunt's generals and warlords.

The imposing colossus merely stated:

"The King will not forget this, Dh'oine," he said in a voice filled with contempt, to which Aegon merely frowned and replied.

"Good. Be a good dog and tell Eredin that sooner or later, I will put his head on a fucking pike and burn Tir Na Lia down to the fucking ground," Aegon spat, his blood roaring, the ancient gift of the Dragon Lords demanding satisfaction and demanding that these insolent creatures be put in their place.

Aegon's words caused caution among the enemies, who looked at one another warily, although the most interesting reaction came from the new general, who gripped his enormous mace in fury, taking a step forward and spitting out with hatred.

"Impudent worm! You and your disgusting inferior species! We—"

Alas, Aegon was in no mood to listen to this idiot, so taking advantage of the distraction, he quickly drew his wand and chanted.

"Expelliarmus!" while channeling all his magic through his new wand.

The result was instantaneous. The enormous mace flew from the Elf's hands, leaving him completely stunned by the action, allowing Aegon to cast the next spell.

"Accio!" he spat, causing the mace to fly toward him.

Aegon guided it, moving his wand around his body and making the imposing and powerful weapon follow the same trajectory, making it gain speed before directing it back toward the Elf and ending the attack with a…

"DEPULSO!" the dragon roared, causing the imposing object to move at a simply absurd speed. The enormous mace looked like a fucking arrow, moving so quickly that the Elf could only widen his eyes in realization before the object struck his chest.

The result was simply devastating.

CLAANNK

A metallic impact so powerful that Aegon watched with satisfaction as a dent the size of a fucking head appeared in the Elf's chest, the result of the weapon's lethal impact.

The enemy could only gasp with difficulty, taking a couple of steps forward as a final act of defiance toward Aegon, who merely moved his wand again, this time guiding the mace into a vertical position and letting it fall with all its force upon the Elf's head.

The impact was so devastating that the enemy's helmet was buried into his own body, and like a marionette whose strings had been cut, the creature simply collapsed onto the floor of the room, dead on the spot.

And at the sight of one of his commanders humiliated and broken, the now-recovered wizard spat out urgently.

"RETREAT!"

An instant later, several portals began to appear, while the survivors dragged the wounded commander back toward the hole from which they had emerged.

And within seconds, Grimmauld Place fell into complete silence, Aegon's workshop filled with blood, steel, and death.

And the dragon within him roared at the triumph before him. The trial by fire had been a success. He had measured his strength against the Hunt, and he had triumphed.

The Dovah within him roared with joy, making Aegon look toward the sky and open his mouth, releasing a powerful roar of triumph, so powerful that it caused the entire structure to tremble beneath the strain of the Draconic magic.

"KREACHER!" he roared, his blood still pumping fiercely, and an instant later, the Elf appeared, looking at Aegon with a single emotion in his eyes.

Devotion.

"Dragon Master call Kreacher! How Kreacher serve!" he said excitedly, while looking at the slaughter throughout the room with a radiant expression.

Aegon merely responded, his gaze completely focused on Bellatrix, who swallowed upon recognizing the young dragon's eyes, clouded with lust.

"Clean all of this. I don't want you to leave this room until all the blood has disappeared. These beings were enemies of House Black. Make sure their bodies are desecrated in the most humiliating way possible. You are free to make trophies from their pathetic corpses. Anything that is armor, weapons, or arcane objects, clean it and leave it in one of the empty chests for the future. Understood?" Aegon spat, slowly walking toward Bellatrix, who could not stop trembling, even letting out a moan the moment Aegon's hand grabbed her ass.

The little Elf seemed to jump in place before nodding and answering.

"Yes, Dragon Master! Kreacher will obey! Kreacher proud to serve such a powerful and ruthless heir! Kreacher will begin now!" the Elf said with more life than ever, though Aegon paid him no attention. His only focus was Bellatrix, whose pupils were dilated with desire.

"Perfect. Now I will fuck Mistress Bellatrix until dawn. If my father returns, tell him I will speak with him in the morning. It is time for the dragon to begin creating new little Blacks," Aegon said, still lost in the influence of using so much Draconic magic.

Although, judging by the guttural moan and the expression of desperation and longing on Bellatrix's face, the notion of spending the night being fucked and impregnated did not displease her in the slightest.

Aegon merely grabbed the Black witch by the neck with just enough force to remind her that she belonged to the Dragon and whispered.

"Let's go to my chambers. I'm sure my beloved wife has tortured Lily enough already," he said with amusement, filling Bella's gaze with intrigue.

However, before the Black witch could respond, Aegon disappeared alongside Bellatrix, both appearing in the young Dragon's chambers.

And upon doing so—

"OOOOHHHH, MERCY, MISTRESS! MERCY! I'M YOURS AND MASTER AEGON'S!"

Aegon laughed upon seeing Bellatrix's shocked face, as she stared at a submissive Lily, who was levitating in the center of the room with her ass exposed and her hands behind her back, her face contorted with pleasure and pain, while behind her, Ciri watched her handiwork with satisfaction, holding a Daedric whip in her hand.

Lily's ass was red hot, and her body was trembling, her legs were shaking and her pussy was leaking with need.

Upon noticing their arrival, the Silver Lioness looked toward Aegon with a radiant smile before making a gesture of promise upon seeing Bellatrix.

"Another toy, my love?" the lioness purred before letting out a little squeal, followed by laughter, as she felt her body fly toward Aegon's waiting hand, the Dragon lost in lust.

"Less talking. I've missed your tight and wet cunt, my love," the Dragon spat, causing Ciri to shudder and respond.

"Then take me, my love. Satisfy your lust with your wife and your pets, and get us pregnant once and for all," Ciri challenged, just as lost in desire as Aegon.

The night had only just begun.

And today...a new lineage of Dragons would be born.

That was a promise.