Dytarr stood in the kitchen, chopping carrots, deep in his own thoughts. He couldnβt stop thinking about the croc lurking around his house, unable to get the image of him out of his mind. The dragon snapped to reality when he saw two huge hands and the muscular arms attached to them rest on the bench in front of him on either side.
βYouβre getting awfully close to your fingers there, little dragon. You seem distracted.β
βOh, I-Iβm just thinking about thingsβ¦β
βDamn you're cute. I can imagine, cuz Iβve seen you staring.β Dytarr swallowed hard again, and the croc leaned close to his right ear. βYou swallow an awful lot, why donβt I give you something worth swallowing?β
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2023-02-11 01:09:25 +0000 UTC