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... elled a mix of dried ink and sweat, her chests hollowed out as her lips tasted of spiced fire. Her iced fingers curled into mattress, the softness sinking in to write a letter of frost for her firery dragon beside her, the arm's reach to her back a provacation for the smooth line of her spine, adorned with golden jewels of scales for the path untraced.
Obeying her instinct, the dragon's wife reached out, last night's intimacy scarred deep into her fingers, the cherry's sensation humming ...
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