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... pure Dragon Bloodline to my sisters, but I still managed to steal some time during his rest. I can't wait for my turn, so I can finally connect with him and deepen our bond.

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Yesterday, it was finally my turn. Standing before him, I could feel the power and warmth emanating from his body. I expected to be left alone to refine the Bloodline Essence, but he surprised me with his gentle touch, pulling me into his embrace instead. I completely forgot about our purpose as his lips ...

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