Breaking Down Walls

He watched her squirm, trying to assess if there was any meaning within it. What he had with ignita… he didn’t want to share that with anyone else. “Don’t be coy, Ignita, you know what I mean.” he leaned closer to her, close enough that he could touch his nose to the underside of her throat. He pressed his large fangs gently against the skin there, either side of her trachea. His tongue lashed out, and licked against her throat.

“You can teach, just never forget who you belong to.” he told her, snaking his head away before either of them can start down that road again. He knew how treacherous that path was. His Wyrm was suddenly there, fanning out her wings as she smacked him in the face. He grimaced. He’d forgotten the command he’d given her shortly after their trip to the mines. He shook his head and took a step back, only then did Larimar relax her posture. “Go on then Ignita, explore the tunnel.” he suggested, changing the subject swiftly.

"Basilisk"