(Sex is mention here, but nothing is given in detail).
The newly-wed couple, Misty and Darwin Shield were happy they could book a stay at Santa Safira for their honeymoon. They didn't believe the local folklore about there being a dragon skulking at the heart of the island's volcano, this was the 20th century after all. They were content to just enjoy the beaches, take in the local culture, and of course, they'd have each other. Let the other tourists waste their time on tours meant to get the gullible to part with their money on superstitious nonsense trinkets made in honor the island's dragon.
They'd gotten off of the plane without a hitch, it being late at night, the two had enjoy the site of the stars. Now however, it was time to enjoy each other. In their wedding suit, the two had undressed and had laid next to each other in bed. Romantic music playing on the radio, Zaheel used the magic he had learned, sending out the spell.
The radio's music didn't change in the slightest, but Misty and Darwin wouldn't have noticed. Just as they didn't notice their skin becoming armored red scales, nor the tails that grew from their spins, that intertwined as they made love. Their wings grew from their backs and they folded them around each other. Their necks grew that they twisted around each other as they did with their tails. Their faces extended into snouts and their teeth fangs, their forked tongs tasting the air. Their feet became three toed claws (two in front, one in back), that gripped and tore the mattress to shreds. As Darwin pushed inside Misty, fertilizing her and she'd later laid a clutch of dragonoid eggs. They breathed fire from their flame lungs, scorching the posting and the walls. The two were in pure ecstasy. Their hands became talons that clasped each other.
Dragons understood love well enough, but like all things for them it was covetous. This ironially made dragons surprisingly monogamous. They BELONGED to each other now. 'MINE!' Echoed in their minds as they thought of one another. And woe be to any that would ever dare try to take the other from them.
After passionate love makes, knocking over every piece of furniture in the room, and nearly setting the room on fire several times (not from any sort of restraint), and completely desolating the bed, the place quite smelled of dragon. The two dragonoids curled up around each other, twisting on top of each other. Dragons slept atop their most valued possessions after all.