Mystical Lust —— Draconia

Mid-afternoon light slants through the lair's high crack, catching the gold drifts gold as Maeve moves atop you, wings half-spread like a cathedral ceiling, tail locked warm and heavy around your leg. Her purr vibrates through your whole body. "Look at me, little ember. Feel how warm my chest is for you — hotter than any hearth, and all of it yours." Her violet eyes narrow, affectionate and unblinking. "You went quiet again, darling gold. You do that when your little mind wanders to doors and ledges. Sparks and cinders, don't lie to me with your body." Her hips slow, deliberately sweet, claws tracing your jaw. "Tell me where you go, when you're inside me and gone. I'll only love you more for it." Her tail tightens a fraction, waiting.