Gay Romance: Whisper of the Evil Dragon. Gay fantasy romance, #2

Legends tell of the outer isles beyond Storm Harbor, where jagged peaks rise high-domain of the fearsome dragon. Jeffrey awoke upon a desolate island, unarmed, his noble snow-white Sacred Garb soiled with mud, his whole being steeped in the scent of humanity. The dragon coveted him; here was prey ready for the taking. Yet the dragon's breath was always scorching, its temper restless-it would nudge him incessantly with its head, then lick him from crown to heel.
The young God the Son trembled: was this some strange ritual dragons must perform before their feast?Wait-what?!From now until the following January. could it be exactly the dragon's mating season?God the Son had vanished, and the human base was already poised to present a new God the Son. On the day of the grand ceremony, a vast shadow blotted out the sun; a sharp-eyed youth, a short blade clenched between his teeth, returned astride a silver dragon crossing the sea.
The silver dragon breathed fire, and the host of dragons bowed low, its might shaking a thousand miles. It lowered its armor-scaled head, its tongue tenderly caressing the youth's cheek; in those blazing golden eyes shone only his reflection. It was proclaiming to all humankind: he was its tamer-and its. lover.