𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝕸𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 •.╼❦

❛ 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚, 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. . ﹂𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘴𝘴, 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚. . ! ❜ ⎯⎯⎯『❦』⎯⎯⎯ 𝘈 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩. .﹁ 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵. .

. . Small ? / Small / — ? . . One way to get a Drake that carries around a weapon double her size - Very, very angry.

‘ Pervert. ’ Throwing him a small bag of coins. She’s feeling generous after her last quest.

Drake dick. Slapped on the table — .

Maybe if he can stop talking about her ass and talk about her as a real person, he wouldn’t be stuck in the air right now. 💢

Calm down ? Surely he saw those few — . Calm isn’t a word right now. And he better stay out of the way. 💢

He’s next if he keeps it up - .

He gets air jail.

It was an accident . .

Maybe he wasn’t so weak — . Stupid dog. Weak dog. Actually, she’s gonna pick him up.

. . Finally, pulling away the little clothing she had. That member finally properly exposed. Twitching, each throb giving off a blue wave of energy through each vein. An ember fueled huff. . ‘ Are. . You sure - ? ’ She’s still so nervous. . But she needed this. . Badly.

. . . She did it again. All there other party members. Limping into the guild hall. . . Dripping with blue fluids - .

Her gaze resting upon the others, before finally. . ‘ Fine. . I suppose, it couldn’t hurt then. . ’ Finally yielding. Giving her body a long deserved rest. Let alone her equipment. . And not the one between those legs. She should learn to rely on friends more.

rolling against those lips. Much, much cuter.

Can make you, purr - .’ She’s think aloud, as funny as the thought was it wasn’t quite possible. She seriously didn’t expect him to get hard from being called a her cute little kitty of all things, but. . ‘ Who’s a good boy ? ’ She’d question, cupping his cheek. Thumb -

‘ Hm. . I wonder. . - . ’ Who knew she could seriously be such a tease ? Though there’s a stead, growing stiffness of her own. . Not to mention, glowing beneath those thin shorts of hers. But it was ignored to continue rubbing between those ears. ‘ I wonder if I —

A twitch - Just her touch got her so jumpy. . ‘ . . . What should I do then - ? ’ She’s finally relent. She couldn’t argue - Let alone win. . So, instead. . She’d finally submit to her fellow Drakes pleas. A soft sigh. Even so, what could be done about it ?

matter to you anyways ? ’ She’d huff. Stella’s gaze finally resting on her properly. It was tough. . Without trailing along her body. Only to give up a jest on her now jagged blade instead. . . Maybe it has gotten bad. .

Every one of her words were a needle poking into her side. . Because — She’s correct. . ‘ I’m sure. . Someone in a party, wolf be willing to help. .’ . . Just the thought of it was enough to make her things start to grind. Before catching herself. ‘ What’s it —