**Chapter 1: Island of Bliss**

As I lay on the soft, white sand of Hange's private island, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. My husband, Hange, the Yakuza king and Dragon Emperor, sat beside me, his shirtless torso a testament to his impressive physique. His toned muscles rippled beneath his skin as he smiled at me, his eyes shining with adoration. I was his little prince, and he was my everything. I was a bit of a fragile soul, to be honest. Severe autism spectrum disorder made me hypersensitive to the world around me, and blindness in both eyes made it difficult for me to navigate the world in a traditional sense. But with Hange by my side, I felt safe and loved. And as a bonus, I was mentally equivalent to a newborn baby, which made life a simple and joyful experience. As a gay man, I only had eyes for boys, and Hange was the most handsome, masculine creature I had ever laid eyes on - even if I couldn't actually see him. My love for him was pure and true, and I knew that he felt the same way about me. We had been on our romantic honeymoon for a few weeks now, and every day had been a blissful adventure. Hange would take me on walks along the beach, holding my hand and pointing out the wonders of the island. He would feed me delicious foods, and we would spend hours simply cuddling and enjoying each other's company. As I gazed up at Hange, I couldn't help but notice the impressive muscles that rippled beneath his skin. His back was particularly impressive, with thick, corded muscles that seemed to shift and flex as he moved. And then there was the fur - a soft, downy layer that covered his entire back and shoulders. It was a trait that came with being a half-dragon, and it made him look like a powerful, mythical creature. Hange noticed me staring and chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You like what you see, little prince?" he asked, his voice low and husky. I blushed, feeling a little shy. But before I could respond, Hange leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. "Don't worry, my love," he whispered. "You're safe with me. Always." As the days passed, I began to feel a subtle shift within myself. My body was changing, preparing for something that I didn't quite understand. I felt a growing sense of restlessness, a throbbing in my dick that seemed to pulse with an energy all its own. And then, one morning, I realized what was happening. I was in my heat cycle. I weakly cried out, feeling a sense of panic wash over me. Hange was instantly by my side, his face filled with concern. "What's wrong, little prince?" he asked, his voice urgent. I tried to explain, but all that came out was a series of babbling, incoherent sounds. Hange didn't seem to mind, though. He simply nodded and said, "Don't worry, my love. I've got you." As I looked around, I realized that I had built a big nest using soft pillows and blankets. My dick was throbbing and twitching and pulsing, and I knew that I was ready to be bred. Hange's eyes scanned the horizon, and I could sense his unease. He knew that my pheromones would attract other dragons, and he was determined to protect me. With a flex of his impressive muscles, Hange stood up, his fur standing on end as he released a powerful roar. The sound echoed across the island, a clear warning to any other dragons that might be lurking nearby. As other dragons began to appear on the horizon, Hange let out a deep, guttural growl. His massive, thick fat dick was throbbing and pulsing, and I knew that he was ready to defend me. "You will not get past me," he snarled, his eyes fixed on the other dragons. "Nick is mine to claim." I looked up at the other dragons, feeling a sense of fear. But when I looked at Hange, I knew that I was safe. I weakly said, "Keep the other dragons away from me. You're the only dragon I want to mate with." Hange's eyes dilated, and he let out another powerful roar, driving the other dragons away from my big nest. I was his, and he was mine. And as I gazed up at him, I knew that we were in this together, as mates and as partners in every sense of the word.