Whisper of the Evil Dragon
Wei Feng Ji Xu
Legends say the islands beyond Stormport are the domain of vicious dragons. Xue Xian awakens in the wilderness, unarmed, his noble white sacred robes stained with mud, his entire body exuding the scent of a human. The dragons covet him—he is easy prey. But a certain silver-scaled young dragon seems oddly interested in feeding this human. Fish? Not to your liking? Then try wolf meat. Beasts? Still not interested? Then how about fruit? Wherever the young dragon goes, all living creatures suffer, transformed into meals for the human saint. Pondering, Xue Xian realizes this young dragon wants to be his father. Wait a minute— Wasn’t the dragon mating season when he got stranded in the wild? * The saint has gone missing, and the human base is ready to appoint a new one. On the day of the ceremony, a massive shadow blots out the sky as a handsome youth, a short blade between his teeth, rides a silver dragon back across the sea. The silver-scaled dragon breathes fire, making all other dragons bow in awe, its might shaking the land. It lowers its armored head, its serpentine tongue gently licking the young saint’s cheek, its colossal golden eyes reflecting only him. It declares to all of humanity—he is its tamer, and also its... lover. ○ The top is non-human; though he has an exceptionally handsome human form, don’t be fooled into judging him by human standards. ○ Low magic + pseudo-sci-fi mishmash—none of it is real. ○ Long fic, slow burn, dual virginity, key point: [older ML].