Really, dragons, it's got something for everyone! <3

Or flip the script. Your mate, whimpering below you, blindfolded. You swap between the gentleness of a feather and light touches down their flank and front, to hard bites, to hot wax. They're tied down, tied on your knot, begging for more. And you have all the time in the world for them.

Just picture it: I scrape my claws down your back. My warm tail pressed against your entrance and rubs against your clit. My fire dances down your spine, hot wax sticking against you, marking you as mine. You don't need to think about anything but how I'm going to have you. You take my heat so well.

holding the doc at claw point until they give me the goddamn wolf pills

I'm sorry you're feeling rough, lamb