[Tristeza]

"Ah yes, horns, scales and white eyes, the epitome of human sex-appeal." It was Mirrin's turn for sassy banter, wiggling his scaley brows for effect. The comment still hit the soft spot for adulation shared by all dragonkind, but the wyvern was far more interested in observing Liang for the moment rather than basking on the praise. The interest was further sparked by the ex-hacker's active advance to touch him, Mirrin's smile mellowing into a softer, less toothy expression. His tail, that had been waving around elegant yet restlessly behind him, even seemed to calm, settling in a arch around them. "Sure." Mirrin acquiesced, lowering himself to close the distance. Maybe a bit too close for comfort for two perfect strangers, his face a mere foot from Liang's, even if turned sideways with a purple cascade covering half of it. Upon closer inspection, the dragon's mane wasn't just purple, it had a sort of iridescent sheen to it, like an oily film in a glass of lavender water. It wasn't hair either, instead a strange mix between fur and very fine feathers.

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"Fuck yeah I'm a tough guy..." Jude moaned, half-riding Shoba's large member and rubbing against him, the leaking precum dripping over the centeer's meat. His senses were going through the roof, drunk on the scent of the other male, even stronger now that he was under Shoba. "I wanna taste that cock first though, shit..." The notion of blowing the centeer was a conflicting one, yet Jude's libido won in the end, the convict kneeling lower to take Shoba into his mouth, putting his best effort forward to take it all into his throat.