The season have turned. Autumn is back upon them and its nearly saturated in the hormones of copulation. Lior had been no different and had swept his woman up under a night sky glittering with stars as the gods watched them profess their love in warmth, heated panting and soft grunts. God, he loved Nayl and it felt so freeing to call her to him whenever the moment swept them up. No more crowns, no more chains, no longer watching and bating for a quiet, intimate moment shared away from on lookers.
Now the beast lays out upon an open rock, sunning himself, in a rare moment where he was not on guard and stalking the out layers of Loess. The blue-grey dragon is unfurled lavishly, sides heaving in a slow labor as she slept shallowly, small tendrils of smoke pouring from the scaled nostrils. Lior had learned to relax since being in Loess, his son's watchful eye never far, and it was a sense of relief he had never felt before. Lior takes these moments to steal away a grip of solitude as the autumn leaves fell on and around him from drifting on the autumn wind. The dragon occasionally twitches, a brow furrowing from time to time, as he began to dream.
but i can still remember just the way you taste