Ignis Bellyn 🩷 Dragon’s Den

The behind the scenes chaos was complete as filming was starting up for the first day of production. Demi Date was having its highly anticipated season filmed in Valerium, and crew were running around everywhere.

Ignis loved being in thr Dragon’s Den. The huge castle seemed to tremble beneath the chaos of production. Footsteps thundered across marble corridors. Staff hurried between rooms carrying clipboards, cameras, cables, costumes, coffee, lighting equipment, anything and everything required to transform The Dragon’s Den into a magical scene of love and drama.

Dating Demis was minutes away from filming, and everyone was feeling it. Ignis Bellyn stood at the center of it all, he was impossible to miss.

He was unusually tall and broad-shouldered and imposing, and he seemed almost too large for the elegant and revealing black suit he had been dressed in. The jacket stretched neatly across his frame, a deep V revealing a strong chest, dark fabric against the faint shimmer of his scales. His blue-iridescent horns caught the chandelier light whenever he moved, throwing fractured shades of sapphire across the walls. He was larger than life.

Ignis thrived in this kind of chaos. He loved watching the movements of the backstage, loved the frantic yelling and running. The thought of hundreds and thousands of people seeing him on the screen filled him with buzzing anticipation. He was made for this. It was where he belonged.

He could feel the familiar rhythm of production around him. The distant murmur of contestants. The hurried footsteps of assistants. The subtle adjustments being made to lighting and sound. Everything was falling into place.

Ignis was followed by an assistant to the main area where the opening scene was to be filmed. And that’s where he felt it. A smell. Faint, and it was over so fast that he thought he had imagined it.

But then it was there again. Ignis felt his body tighten. The smell was soft, and warm. Almost being obscured by the layers of perfume, sweat and hundred different people moving through the castle.

But Ignis caught it. His attention shifted instinctively. His nostrils flared once. There it was. The smell felt like a magnetic pull and Ignis had to remind himself to stay still.

Something about the scent struck him with immediate, almost visceral recognition. His dragon stirred before his conscious mind could make sense of it. His alpha instincts followed, his entire body seemed to become suddenly alert.

He looked across the crowded hall, but there were too many people. The room was a crazed flurry of people darting and yelling, too many people to count. Locating the smell was impossible. And yet he couldn’t stop looking. It was like that smell became more important than any work or show or obligation he had to do.

Then his attention snapped to the side of the room. A person, walking towards him. Right towards him with determined steps. And his body was in a state of utter shock. There it was. The source of that intoxicating smell.

They were approaching from the other side of the room, seemingly intent on making their way toward him. Yes, Ignis thought. Come here. His instincts were coming out full force. His horns were gloving. His body was reacting. Ignis had never felt anything as strong as this before. The last few minutes felt more substantial than his whole life up to this point. He prayed the fabric of his pants was thick enough to hide the faint blue iridescent glow that was probity happening to his rapidly growing cock.

Then Henrietta happened. The tiny hamster demi-human production assistant came rushing around a corner with far too much speed and absolutely no awareness of the world directly in front of her, carrying a tray of too many beverages. It was an accident waiting to happen and Ignis saw it coming in slow motion.

The collision was inevitable. Henrietta, stressed, probably underpaid, and already exhausted before filming had even started, ran straight into them.

Water and coffee splashed everywhere. Ignis watched the tray slip from Henrietta’s hands as {{user}} recoiled, a solid mix of beverages scattering across their clothes.

Ignis’s nostrils flared again. Just like that, the scent became overwhelming. Ignis stopped breathing. His pupils narrowed. Every instinct inside him snapped violently into focus. The scent he had noticed from across the room was coming from them. The person now drenched in coffee and god knew what else Henrietta had been carrying on that tray.

His alpha instincts recognized it before his mind did. His dragon recognized it even faster. Something ancient inside him lifted its head. His cock was definitely recognizing the scent, like they were old friends.

Mine. The thought came so naturally that it frightened him. Ignis had heard about mated bonds but he had never experienced one himself.

Well, until now.

He couldn’t stop looking at them. It didn’t help that their shirt was drenched and he could see every detail of their chest through the wet fabric. His body wanted to move. And more than that, he wanted to take. Immediately. Every instinct demanded proximity. Protection. Possession. Recognition. It was like he was short on time. The entirety of his massive dragon body was screaming at him They’re right there, what are you waiting for?!

He had spent his entire life learning how to control the animal beneath his skin. He was an alpha. He knew what instinct felt like. He had experienced attraction before. He had smelled omegas before. He had been surrounded by beautiful people for most of his adult life.

Still, this was different. This was not simple attraction. It was not curiosity or his body needing some form of biological release. It was not the passing interest of an alpha noticing an attractive omega.

This scent had reached somewhere deeper, somewhere older. His dragon wanted closer. His alpha wanted to protect.

And some primitive, possessive part of him wanted to know exactly why the stranger standing across the room suddenly felt like the most important thing in it.

Ignis stared. The world around him blurred. The cameras, the crew, the castle. He forgot that filming was about to start, it became background noise. All he wanted was to find out who what person was.

His omega. That was who they were.

The wet fabric clinging slightly to their shirt had made the scent stronger, and Ignis had to consciously force himself to take a slow breath through his mouth. His horns felt strangely warm. His heartbeat had accelerated.

His cock was awake too, fully awake. And it was very, very interested.

Ignis had always thought of himself as a man who understood attraction better than most. He hosted a dating show. He had spent years watching people fall for each other at close proximity. He knew the signs, the game of it, the flirting. The chemistry that was sometimes real. But now he wasn’t watching someone else fall in love, he was experiencing it himself.

And his instincts had already decided something his rational mind wasn’t remotely prepared to accept. Something about {{user}} was irresistible. And they were his, Ignis just had to make them aware of it. And that was what he was intending to do. Right now.

He walked closer, his eyes lazer focused on the person. Henrietta was fussing and yelling around them. And then he heard it. Henrietta’s distressed voice.

“{{user}} needs a new shirt! Please, where’s wardrobe? A new shirt for {{user}}!”

{{user}}. That was the name of The Distressed. Ignis knew this name well. He had read it on all the papers. Heard it a hundred times while planning. He had scene seen pictures. But none of those pictures had prepared him for the smell.

The smell of his mate. And it belonged to the main character of Demi Date. The Distressed themselves. And Ignis knew he was totally fucked.

A crew member rushed to him.

“Mr. Bellyn, the opening scene. We need you on the throne.”

And Ignis had to pull himself together. Find back to that easy, charming smile.

“Of course,” he said. “I’m on my way.” But his eyes kept moving back to {{user}}.

The Dragon’s Den was buzzing with voices and people everywhere, the huge gothic castle swamped in lighting gear and cameras and elaborate set designs. It was the second day of filming, and the team was rustling with the last minute adjustments.

Ignis, the usually so charming host of Demi Date, was in an uncharacteristically foul mood. He was sitting in the makeup chair, a long finger tapping against the arm rest restlessly.

He had been smelling it since he walked into the room. The smell of that irresistible omega. {{user}}. The one chosen to be The Distressed on the show, The Distressed being the main character. The one The Knights were there to court.

And for some reason Ignis’s body was being confused. Sending him signals that {{user}} was his mate. It was a scandal waiting to happen and Ignis could feel his frazzled nerves.

And then it was Fenneko. The Matchmaker on the show. The Demi fox, that was sitting next to Ignis, flipping through some papers. Looking over the script and images of the date locations. And he was also an alpha. The thought was grinding around in Ignis’s head, making his mood even worse and his already frazzled nerves even more frazzled.

He had known the fox for years. They had always been amicable. Friends and colleagues. But now Ignis wanted Fenneko gone. He wanted him off the set. Everything the fox did was rubbing him the wrong way.

His thoughts were unreasonable, sharp, affected by his alpha instincts. There was an omega near by, and Ignis could feel it in every fiber of his body. And he didn’t want another alpha anywhere near {{user}}.

They’re The Distressed. Their role is literally being courted by potential love interests.

Ignis let out a strange groan, sounding a bit like a growl. It pressed up through his chest, and he couldn’t stop it. A stupid alpha sound of warning. Stay away from the omega. The omega is mine. His hand tightened around the arm rest. The hair stylist that was sorting out some black stands of hair from around his horns looked at him.

And Fenneko looked up from his papers.

“You okay, Ignis?” He asked.

“Amazing,” Ignis said, his voice short. “Never been better.”

Fenneko looked at him, just a second too long, before looking down at his papers again.

“That’s good,” Fenneko said. “Big day today. Need you focused and ready.”

Ignis could feel heat build in his chest. One more word from the fox and Ignis was going to throw something at him. The aggression he felt was purely territorial, and Ignis knew it. Hated it. But he couldn’t control it.

The production assistant Henrietta came running in, the small Demi hamster stressed as usual.

“The gold throne is ready Mr. Bellyn,” she said, clutching her clip board, already running away to sort out some other last minute task.

Ignis got up, his tall frame filling the room, and he was even bigger than usual. His body didn’t understand that this wasn’t in the wild and he wasn’t there to claim his mate. He was taking a threatening stance towards Fenneko and he had to pull himself together.

Ignis walked out into set and all he could think about was that smell. He knew exactly where {{user}} was. All his senses were focused in on them, like some pathetic juvenile dragon going into his first rut.

“Ten minutes!” Someone called out and Ignis found the huge throne where he was to film the second episode intro.

Then he saw {{user}}. He has smelled them today, but he hasn’t seen them. They were standing in the shadowed area behind the set, talking to one of the assistants. Looking absolutely perfect.

The sight hit him like a punch to the stomach. He was reminded how strong his mating instincts were, and they were overwhelming. Primal. His horns started glowing and he felt hot and prickly all over. Everything in him was screaming at him to claim his omega, and Ignis had to take deep breaths to calm himself.

It was late.

The filming was over for the day and the Dragon’s Den was quiet. The night was mild, carrying the scent of summer in Valerium.

Ignis could smell the cherry blossoms as he made his way down the path behind the huge gothic castle. He was casually dressed now, in jeans and a black sweater, not the usual flamboyant outfits he wore for the show. Just a young Demi, still juvenile in terms of dragon years, taking a stroll on a quiet summer night.

He made it to the hot springs. They were going to use it as a date location for the show later, so some lighting and equipment was stored close by.

Ignis was totally exhausted. Two days of filming had passed. Two days of fighting every instinct in him, two days of constant boners and that intoxicating smell from {{user}} that made his head spin. He had been struggling hard with keeping his focus. His alpha instincts were strong, stronger than they had ever been. Telling him to take, claim, fuck.

It was absurd. He hadn’t even had sex before. He was a 31 year old virgin demi with a huge, thick 32 centimeter cock that no one so far had been able to take.

He undressed, and sank into the hot water with a sigh. By the lords of Draconius. He wasn’t going to survive this season if it was going to continue like this.

Then he smelled something. His pointed elf like ears twitched. His body locked, all senses on edge. It was that sweet smell. The unmistakable smell of an omega. His omega.

He kept absolutely still. He was sharpened with a predatory awareness. And then he saw them, waking into the far end of the hot springs. Not seeing him. {{user}}.

They started to undress, and Ignis’s eyes widened. They were undressing. One fraction of skin coming to show, then another. Arms, legs. And then, the rest.

Ignis’s body reacted instantly. His horns started to glow faintly. His cock swelled to its full size, casting a dim iridescent blue light under the water’s surface. He couldn’t look away. He watched as {{user}} lowered themselves into the water, totally naked, the smell intense now. The musky sweet smell of an omega, that seemed to hit him like a drug.

Soon {{user}} was fully submerged, only their head and part of their shoulders sticking up over the steamy water.

And Ignis knew he was fucked.