an adder made her home within the dragon's den, useful to many yet, bound to one. deny all she might, she bent into where she belonged, an ache of sweet venom kindling to brightest flame. it gathers in heat and slicks beneath layers of finery, the ode to a ravenous need she could not keep in secrecy. her honour a distant blur, for how could propriety be measured in fate? a virtue long spent, every tendril of pliant silk held in the heart of his indurated palm. ❛ my attention is yours, you know this. ❜ his intentions bleed into her skin, dragged by his hungering maw she covets more than any other earthly indulgence. jewels, gold, extravagant confections, all nothing in comparison to her silver prince and the obscenity of his devotion seared into her flesh. isyla’s arms curled around him, a serpentine writhe in softness against scale and sinew wrought of iron. ❛ -- aerion. ❜ little else to muster, amber gaze sought corners edge, scanning for passerby. so quickly all care is lost in the heated lavish of his saurian tongue, dipped between the plush bind of her racing heart. curves arcing, velvety fingertips twist in tufts of silver-gold, free hand slithering between the press of his demanding frame.
isyla offers the hum of a salacious sound, pride in how he shares this affliction, cock strained, hardened in want for her alone. ❛ prove it, and more, keep me to your bed. ❜ unwise for most to taunt such things, but she held claim in his lust, his ire, all of him the same as his claim upon her. her lips to his temple, silks gathered and rucked as she finds the fastenings of his breeches. her hand slips beneath, palm curled around the thick length of him, honeyed cunt wept to the promise of how he would stretch her – complete her. isyla begs the taste of her dragon’s mouth, a wrench of pain to the nape of his neck, a grin dispelling all sentiment of coyness. teeth graze his bottom lip, a lick of her tongue to sooth. the crown of his cock aligned on her fervent insistence. madness of her devotion darkened in her gaze and so quickly, her haughty spirit trembles with a starved little whining. ❛ please, ñuha zaldrīzes, fill me. ❜ her voice an echo off stone she attempts to stifle to a whisper, it strains in her throat.
