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You follow your draconic lover deeper into the lair, the firelight fading into something softer, warmer, more private.

The Dragoness guides you to the bed of furs you asked for, pretending it’s just practical, even as she curls around you without hesitation. She holds you close the way she always does, instinctive and possessive, whispering low against your ear while her warmth seeps into you from every side. The night stretches on, unhurried and heated, her attention never leaving you for a moment… and she makes it very clear she intends to savor you thoroughly.

Her touch, she says, her lips, they are meant only for you.~

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