Aya Enjoyed A Passionate Encounter Recently.

I thought she loved us! The horn snapped with a mighty crack. Her jaw crashed into the ground, missing. Her fingers clutched together, looking like sharp claws. She was almost a demigod, the last dragon left alive. And she wasn’t my child. “BRUK!”
My ax slammed down, biting deep into the dragon’s flank. She didn’t lie when she said those three words like my wife did. The foam shattered, freeing her claws. The inferno followed Chaun as he ran in the other direction. My robe hung heavy with my blood. I flinched, screaming out in fright as cool liquid sloshed around me, the water elemental protecting me from the heat. It was because of her that we escaped Baraconia before we were arrested. I knew she loved me. Pain flared up my arm as I howled my fury. “Thrak!” I shouted again. Anger surged next. This isn’t the time. I groaned, straining, fighting, the muscles in my arms protesting as she put more of her weight on