Sol's breath caught. "Divine?"
"We call ourselves gods," Korin said softly. "And we are, in our own way. Immortal. Powerful. Feared and worshipped by lesser beings. But even we have not achieved what you could achieve."
"Your ice is not merely ice," Pyrran said. "It is moonlight made solid. Starlight crystallized. The cold between worlds given form. When you swallow the moon—when you draw that celestial power fully into yourself—you will not simply be a dragon queen."
He leaned closer, his silver eyes blazing with an intensity that stole her breath. "You will be a goddess in truth. The embodiment of winter itself. Eternal frost given consciousness. You will be able to freeze time. To halt the stars in their courses. To bring endless night or endless cold to any who dare oppose you."
Sol stared at him. "That's. . .impossible."
"Nothing is impossible for what you are," Korin murmured. "You simply haven't learned to believe it yet."
"We will teach you," Pyrran promised. "Slowly. Carefully. We will unlock every chamber of power within you until you shine brighter than any moon in any sky."
Sol lay there, trying to process words that didn't fit in her mind.
Goddess.
Celestial power.
Swallowing the moon.
It was too much.
Too vast.
Too impossible.
And yet. . .
Her dragon heart stirred.
Yes, it whispered. This is what we are. This is what we've always been. The cold between stars. The silence before snowfall. The eternal winter waiting to be born.
"The moon," Sol tested the words. "I would. . .consume it?"
"Not the physical moon." Korin gave her a gentle smile. "The essence of it. The power it represents. Dragons have always been tied to celestial bodies—my brother and I draw our strength from sun and moon respectively. But you, little queen. . .you are something different. Something new."
Pyrran actually trembled next to her. "An ice dragon has not existed for millennia."
"Until now," Korin finished. "Until you."
Sol's mind reeled.
But even as she tried to grasp the enormity of what they were telling her, the dream crept back.
Insistent.
Relentless.
Korin's ridged dragon cock stretching her open.
Pyrran's cool thickness claiming her from behind.
Both of them thrusting in perfect unison.
Her body didn't care about moons or power or celestial transcendence. Her body only cared about them.
"We should let you rest." Pyrran ran his fingers through her hair. "The ripening takes time. Your body needs to recover from the first shift."
