She screamed as what seemed like an impossible length of the dragon’s tongue buried itself deep within her womanhood. “I will become a prince.”
She looked down at him for a few moments and then said, “We have an agreement.” Then she reached down to pick him up. It was the invaders with their turtle shells who took the practices of Dark Night back to their homeland. Your name shall be Medb.”
And the rest, as they say, is history… “I am no longer their little lamb.”
“No,” the dragon said, “now they will call you the intoxicating one. The tongue curled around her right breast and squeezed slightly. Lie down upon the soft grass of this hillside.”
She lay down on her side along the dragon. Would it be to some brave soldier in her father’s army? = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
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