**Chapter 1: Island of Bliss**

I lay in my cozy little nest, surrounded by soft pillows and blankets, feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin. My husband, Hange, the Yakuza king and Dragon Emperor, sat beside me, his shirtless torso a sight to behold. His toned, tan physique glistened in the sunlight, and his big muscular back, covered in fur, seemed to ripple with every movement. As his little prince, I couldn't help but feel adoration for my mate. We had been on our romantic honeymoon for weeks, enjoying the seclusion of Hange's private island. I was grateful for the peace and quiet, as my severe autism spectrum disorder made me hypersensitive to everything. Being blind in both eyes only added to my reliance on Hange, who had become my guiding light. As a newborn-brained individual, I experienced severe age regression, which made me feel like a helpless infant. But with Hange by my side, I felt safe and loved. Our love was pure, and I only desired his affection, as I was exclusively attracted to boys. Hange's fingers gently stroked my hair, and I smiled, feeling content. But as the days passed, I began to feel a change within me. My body started to ache, and my dick throbbed and twitched with an unfamiliar hunger. I didn't understand what was happening, but Hange seemed to sense my distress. As a half-dragon, Hange's instincts kicked in, and he sniffed the air. His eyes widened, and he growled low in his chest. "Nick, my love, you're in your heat cycle," he whispered, his voice full of concern. I weakly nodded, unsure of what that meant, but Hange's expression told me it was significant. He flexed his massive muscles, and his fur stood on end as he released his dragon musk. A powerful roar echoed across the island, warning other dragons that I was his mate. The sound of distant roars and growls responded to Hange's challenge. I felt a shiver run down my spine as Hange positioned himself between me and the approaching dragons. His eyes locked onto the intruders, and he let out a deep, guttural growl, warning them to stay back. I looked up at Hange, my voice barely above a whisper. "Keep them away from me, Hange. You're the only dragon I want to mate with." Hange's eyes dilated, and he roared again, the sound driving the other dragons away from my nest. He turned to me, his massive, thick fat dick throbbing and pulsing with excitement. "We must stay in the nest, just in case you're pregnant," he said, his voice gentle despite the primal intensity that had driven him to defend me. I nodded, feeling a mix of fear and anticipation. What would happen next? Would Hange breed me, and what did that even mean? I was at his mercy, and I trusted him with my life. As his little prince, I was ready to surrender to his love and protection. The island, once a peaceful haven, had become a battleground, with Hange as my shield and guardian. I snuggled deeper into my nest, surrounded by the softness and warmth, and waited for Hange's next move. The sound of his deep breathing and the beating of his heart were the only things that calmed my racing thoughts. I was ready to face whatever came next, as long as Hange was by my side.