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We can’t go back now… The man was as skilled in tactics and strategy as his former liege was lacking in them, and his advantage had been great. She was nothing but a receptacle for his shaft, she realized. Since he had not successfully mated upon this landing, he must eat. “It’s okay to… It had taken years, during which she had gone from awkward to passing fair, though there were no men to notice. “Your name is Dumin,” she crooned lovingly, listening to his wings beat, watching the ground fall away. He would protect her with his life, feed her if she grew hungry, allow him to ride him without complaint. Their heads were blunt, jaws and eyes fitting into a head as rounded as a pestle, nostrils flaring as they sniffed for a female.
