Adele, Sable's loyal friend and fellow royal, stands by her side as we navigate the complexities of Sable's heritage. Their bond is tested as we face the challenges ahead, but Adele remains steadfast in her support for Sable. As the sun began its descent beyond the horizon, casting an ethereal glow over the castle grounds, Sable and Adele found solace in the tranquil gardens. The scent of blooming roses filled the air, intertwining with a mixture of uncertainty and excitement that lingered between them. Sable's heart fluttered with anticipation, her mind racing with thoughts of her impending destiny. It was a heavy burden she carried upon her shoulders, the weight of her heritage threatening to consume her at times. But Adele was there, a beacon of unwavering support in the storm. Adele, with her pale blonde hair cascading like a golden waterfall against her back, turned to face Sable. Her eyes, a shade of sapphire blue that matched the evening sky, shone with determination. "Sable,

As Sable, Torin, and Jericho delve deeper into their new relationship they head to the caves where the dragons are and mate, when they return they encounter betrayal from unexpected quarters. Their quest exacts a heavy toll, testing their resolve and forcing us to make difficult choices that will shape the course of their destinies. The warm glow of the setting sun cast its long shadows over the cave entrance, beckoning them in with a promise of secrecy and discovery. As their hearts raced with anticipation, the three mates stepped through the threshold, leaving the world above behind. The cave was vast and cavernous, its walls glistening with droplets of water from the stalactites above. The air was cool and damp, a stark contrast to the heat that radiated from their bodies, fueled by the passion that now drove them. As they ventured deeper into the cavern, the light gradually faded, replaced by the faint, ethereal glow emanating from the phosphorescent fungi clinging to the walls.

With that, he positioned himself behind Jericho, who was still thrusting into Sable with an almost animalistic intensity. Torin's thick erection pressed against Sable's sensitive spot, teasing her with the promise of fulfillment. Sable couldn't help but moan loudly as she felt the two men working in tandem, their movements coordinated to bring her to the precipice of climax. The fire within her roared to life, fueled by the intensity of their combined efforts. Her breaths became shallow, her heart pounded in her chest, and she felt as though she was about to break apart. But just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, Torin thrust into her from behind. Sable cried out in pleasure, her body shaking uncontrollably as waves of pleasure crashed over her. The room was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, and the soft moans of three bodies intertwined in a passionate dance. As Sable's orgasm peaked, she felt as though she was being consumed by the fire within h

"This is it," whispered the Dragonkin, its voice filled with reverence. "The Gateway of Ancients." Sable approached the archway cautiously, almost holding her breath as she passed through it. On the other side, she found herself standing in a vast chamber, illuminated by the soft glow of bioluminescent mushrooms that clung to the walls and ceiling. The air hummed with a tangible energy, as if the very essence of the dragons lingered in this sacred space. Sable's heart raced with anticipation as she took in the breathtaking sight before her. In the center of the chamber stood a colossal statue—a magnificent dragon carved from the purest obsidian. Its eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, reflecting wisdom and ancient knowledge. A voice echoed through Sable's mind, resonating deep within her being. "Welcome, Seeker of Truth," it boomed, its timbre commanding yet comforting. "You have journeyed far to uncover the secrets that have been lost to time." Sable's eyes widened in awe as

Once out of the Dragonkin Sable visits the witch Agatha again with the powers of all elements and the crystal of eternity, that she has got. Plus, being a wolf, how can I have wings of an angel and turn into a dragon at times? Agatha brought up the Warrior Luna prophecy the last time we talked. Maybe she will have more information. forget her mighty, enchanted blade, forged by the ancient blacksmiths of the Moonlight Vale. Sable's heart raced as she approached Agatha's humble cottage, nestled within a dense forest. The air crackled with magic, and a sense of anticipation danced on the edge of her senses. Sable pushed open the creaking wooden door and Agatha greeted her with a warm smile. The witch's eyes gleamed with wisdom, reflecting centuries of knowledge and secrets. "Ah, Sable," Agatha said in her melodic voice. "You have returned to me with the powers of the elements and the crystal of eternity." Sable nodded, her wolfish ears perking up with pride. "Indeed, Agatha. I have tra