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“Hey, it’s totally fine!” Chris smiled sheepishly, his face still bloomed into a shade of crimson as he glanced aside for a moment, “An’ ya been so kind t’me as well, Emily, I don’t mind helping…” A step closer was taken to Emily, and he offered her a gentle smile, and a hand gently around her arm,

“…’Specially if it means giving ya a hand with ya work, an’ ya gonna need ya business! An’ I’ll admit…Anya is a sweet lady, so I wouldn’t mind taking ‘er off ya hands, for some time~” 

Emily chuckled shyly, admittedly not expecting such a positive reaction. Most werewolves - and humans, too, now that she thought on it - were put off by the kind of open relationship Emily and Anya shared. The wolf didn’t ever bother mentioning it, even, unless the subject was broached or Anya managed to drag a stranger home.

The touch made her jolt slightly, only because she wasn’t quite expecting it. Chris was...very close now. And with the intimate subject, she couldn’t help ducking her head as her face reddened further. “W-well, if you don’t mind um...I suppose it should be fine?” Emily bit her lip. “Anya is...handsy, so she’ll make you busy pretty quick, if you give her half the chance. But she’s nice, all around, and she understands what no means so...if she does anything you’re not comfortable with, she’ll back off.”

When had she gotten to the point to be able to casually talk about this sort of thing like it was a chore list? Whoo boy...

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novelsorceress

“!”

Well that was unexpected to say the least, she hoped the dropped things weren’t broken or anything.

The best conclusion she could come to was that this woman may have someone else looking out for her/managing her, but happened to lose her in the process, it came up a lot with some familiars she’d summon that were meant to have accompanying handlers or something. So her best plan of action would be to hopefully play along in hopes she could find said handler and take care of this.

A few waves of her hand to magically set the doors to lock after she’s carried out as well as have all the lights and such turn off, and she was all ready to close up shop early…as it were.

“Um…right…yes. home.”

Hopefully this didn’t end horribly wrong.

Anya beamed with her new “accomplishment” for the day, and without a care in the world, she immediately exited the shop with Ophelia in hand. She carried the woman quite effortlessly, at one point shifting her to one arm in order to open up the door. And upon stepping outside, Anya sprang in to a run, seeking out an open clearing where she could transform in to her true shape. This humanoid form had its perks, but the bakery was a fair distance away, and Anya figured flying would be much simpler than just carrying the witch in her arms the whole way.

She did take a pause briefly, however, remembering how upset Emily got whenever Anya managed to tear her clothes, and set Ophelia on the ground. “We fly,” she chirped pleasantly, before pulling off her dress right out in the open. She didn’t quite understand what humans felt was so alarming about the naked body, but Anya hoped Ophelia wouldn’t be too put off. Especially since moments later, her human form vanished beneath an explosion of scales and wings, revealing a large, emerald dragon in her place. 

Very gingerly, she reached out with a clawed paw to pick up both her dress and the witch, crooning in an attempt to communicate that the now seemingly small woman was safe. 

Then she shot in to the sky.

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-growls and chirps seductively-

You have caught her attention!

She trills with interest. She smells a lord and this is very big news! Anya growls a bit, noticing the newcomer is a bit on the small side. She may need convincing that you’ll be a good protector, but she also feels she doesn’t have room to be very picky.

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Kaz gives a gutteral throaty growl, clearly offended by Anya’s presumption. Her arm snaked out to strike a near by street light, not only severely denting the metal but tilting the pole with the force of her strike.  Deciding that was all the proof Anya should need, she took her firmly by the wrist, leading her away.

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Anya was amused by the stranger’s brute force, but convinced she at least had the strength of a decent lord. Must be young, then again Anya herself had only been out on her own for a few years now. As such, she was at least interested in seeing what else this lord had to offer, and was compliant in being led off somewhere else. Once things were settled, she could introduce Kaz to Emily to help build up the brood.

As such, she was playfully crooning to Kaz, occasionally giving a flirty nudge as they walked to display her intrigue.

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-growls and chirps seductively-

You have caught her attention!

She trills with interest. She smells a lord and this is very big news! Anya growls a bit, noticing the newcomer is a bit on the small side. She may need convincing that you’ll be a good protector, but she also feels she doesn’t have room to be very picky.

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@dxviantisms liked for a starter

Wanting to give her girlfriend more trust and independence, Emily had thought it would be a good idea to start sending Anya out to make deliveries. She’d gotten the hang of understanding that the sweets weren’t for her to eat, and had done well on some trial runs with the both of them, so Emily figured it would be safe to send Anya out on her own.

Emily didn’t count on the fact that unsatisfactory mating seasons for the past few years had thrown the young brooder well off cycle, and that she’d started causing some secret trouble around town, whenever she managed to snare someone she found appealing. Today was no different, as she pounced on Emi the second the door was answered, the days delivery left carelessly on the ground.

“Be mine~?” she cooed, hands already getting a feel of the new girl. She was either going to get banned from another apartment complex, or she’d make a new friend. Time would only tell.

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"Cora~" Anya sang, enjoying this new person very much. However, the new reaction in the woman's body had Anya's attention almost immediately. A trait, while common in female lords of her species, had been one she thought absent in humans until now. Had Anya stumbled on to a human Lord?

Delighted by the new find, the dragon slowly let her hand slide down, down, down Cora's soft stomach, before she found her prize. An almost devilish smile played on her lips, as Anya gently stroked the forming erection through the thin fabric of Cora's underwear. "Mmm, good! Very good..."

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lonelyshutin:

This was going very far, very fast! This sort of thing must’ve been normal for the dragon-woman,  but she more or less knew she wouldn’t be able to stop her if the taller woman wouldn’t take no for an answer. So, all the blonde managed to respond with was a meek nod, especially now that Anya was undressed, as well, Cora’s face a bright red.

A soft giggle escaped Anya’s lips. This human was really cute, getting all red and shy. But she said yes - more or less - so to Anya, this was a wonderful day, with a new mate to add to the group. So she thought, anyway.

Cora being so small, Anya had to bend down a bit to avoid completely suffocating the young woman in her breasts, and instead began kissing her lips, tender and sweet. Skilled hands helped Cora peel away the last of the first layer of clothes, all the while getting a feel for the girl’s frame.

“You like me?” the dragonness asked, slowly moving with the intention of pinning Cora to the closest available surface. “Me? Anya?” A clawed finger trailed down the woman’s cheek, neck, shoulder, and hooking in to her bra strap, as though threatening to rip it to get at what she wanted to see.

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“Miss please you can’t…”

This eye contact was really unnerving.

“No no no no, we can’t leave yet, please put all those things back I need those!”

Breathe, Ophelia, relax.

She’d likely have to compromise wouldn’t she? 

“Um…how about this? If you put everything back I’ll come with you. How does that sound?”

“Back?” Well there was a conundrum, or at least it was so for Anya. What was more important, keeping the treasures or bringing home a potential broodmate? Both were considered of great value in her mind, as one ensured warmth during the winter and safety, while the other could mean attracting a potential lord. She had her suspicions about Emily being one, after all, though she was delighted with her company.

But, then again, a larger brood unattended meant a better lord, too, so with just a few more seconds of thought, Anya unceremoniously dropped her stolen trinkets where she stood. Then, quick as the wind, she was swooping Ophelia up bridal style, beaming brightly. “Home~!”

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lonelyshutin:

Oh. That… felt nice. An attractive woman nuzzling against her like that… Most people would freak out and move away, and while Cora was still rather nervous, the poor girl just had zero ability to say “no” unless she absolutely wanted to. So, nervously and with slightly-shaking hands, the blonde began to slowly removing her clothes.

Anya crooned happily at Cora’s compliance. Humans could be hospitable, after all!

While Cora was slow and steady with her actions, Anya was more deliberate. With practiced ease, she let the thin dress slide from her body to be neatly deposited on the floor, before pressing her now naked form against Cora so she could gently kiss and nip at the smaller woman shamelessly.

“I like you~” she cooed softly. “Be mine?”

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Anya didn’t pause even one moment. In mere seconds, she was as close to Cora as she could get, sniffing her over, tail swishing back and forth. She’d learned that phrase rather recently, and it seemed like it would yield positive results, or so the dragon thought. 

“Clothes. Off,” she chirped, nuzzling against Cora’s neck. While for humans this would be considered incredibly forward, for Anya’s particular species, this was a very welcoming gesture towards someone who might fit in well with her group.

And besides that, Anya felt particularly needy lately. So perhaps it’d be a win-win?

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“Is a normal day where things don’t escalate or get absurdly out of hand really too much to ask for?”

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The dragonness blinked slowly as she continued to stuff shiny trinkets in to her dress pockets. She wasn’t breaking eye contact, and didn’t appear to understand she was causing the witch distress. Anya clearly had a very strong misconception of how stores worked. 

The witch was cute, though. Maybe Emily would let her take this one home?

“Come,” she commanded simply, attempting to gesture out the door.

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I like to think that a lot of the English Anya is able to speak is thanks to movies? And while it’s helped her at least understand some things, it can make communicating with her sort of strange. I feel like she winds up saying a lot of movie quotes completely out of context, because she thinks that if she applies it to a situation she saw, then she might get the same results.

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Oh.

Oh.

“You meant sex?!” Chris seemed startled at first, obviously shook by how badly he had misinterpreted the situation, and his face quickly followed suite with Emily, having turned a bright shade of red. 

“I…Ah…W-Well…This is different…And…Damn…” Chris didn’t quite know what to say, or what was appropriate, so obviously, he spoke the first dumb thing that came to mind, “…I mean, if ya that d-desperate…Ahem…I..Well…y’know?”

Ahh, this situation felt like it was getting worse. Emily was biting her lip, trying to think of how to resolve it.

“Y-you really don’t have to do anything,” she insisted, feeling like she’d done enough with her big mouth. “I was mostly thinking out loud, I...it’s really just a weird problem we’re working through. It’s not right for me to ask so much of anyone, much less someone who’s been so nice to us so far. She usually settles down when winter starts creeping in, anyway, so I’m...sure I can find a way to manage?” She didn’t sound terribly confident.

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"Well, Emily, I wouldn't mind looking after Anya for some time if ya wish? Sure I can keep 'er occupied long enough for ya t'get some rest!" Does...Does he even know what Emily meant? "What kinda things do Anya like t'do, y'know, that ya would do with her?" He really bloody doesn't. Huh.

“Ch-Chris, I...! Oh gosh, um...oh you heard that.” Emily was bright red and she could feel her heart in her throat. This was awkward. “I don’t...that is...um...I didn’t, uh, quite mean like...watching her?” She shuffled a bit, trying to think of an easy way to talk about this.

There wasn’t. Oh well, may as well be honest?

“She um...Anya’s species of dragon are...needy. Like--really really needy. The ‘save that for marriage’ kind, and uh...she needs help sometimes...?”