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Devon had no great conviction she could keep Nephthy’s calm for a long period of time. She usually had no such effect on others, weren’t the person to keep them at ease or relaxed. The fact that she was currently succeeding did seem to be some sort of lucky coincidence rather than skill. However it was not for a lack of trying. This wouldn’t be the first time when Devon succumbed to pleasing a master or mistress, knowing she could get something out of doing so. Usually that was her main motivation for behaving civilly and calmly with them. This dragon made her curious though, made her want to learn more, see more. She liked her and thought of her as more of an ally than an enemy. So she didn’t wish her any ill will. Had no desire to watch her fall apart. That might change if this encounter turned violent. “I would have given a lot to see that, though I am sure you had to look absolutely stunning. No wonder you had a range of people to play with. Why thank you. I was the Big bad wolf. My boss wanted me to be a match to her Red ridinghood costume.” Walking up the steps, Devon noted how wild the nature and plants around the house of the dragon was. The smell of pine trees had the wolf wishing she could linger outside, though she didn’t falter in her step. Once she found herself pinned to the wall, Devon could not help but smirk flirtatiously at Nephthys. “You do whatever you want with me. Though I will admit I have yearned for you to fuck me since the day we first met.”Â
“Of course I looked stunning. I look stunning in everything darling.” Nephthys smiled cockily at the werewolf before she was studying her face up close, the dragon’s more feral nature purring at the woman’s expression and voiced thoughts. While Nephthys had been alive for thousands of years, and for the most part she was a reasoning creature, there were days like today where instinct and a more animal like nature took over. Devon’s desire to be fucked by her was thankfully enough for her needs shifted fully from bloodlust to simply lust, the dragon growling lowly before her lips captured Devon’s in a heated, passionate kiss. She needed the bond of being with someone tonight, and for tonight she’d decided that companionship would be Devon.








