[Flayme]

"I'm Demus." Demus scoffed at the obvious look of displeasure that came across the other seeder's face. "Hey, I didn't ask to be dumped in here." He said flatly. He wasn't actually interested in breeding either. The smell of this carrier's heat was sweet, and enticing, yes, but he'd been here for literally less than half a day... And he'd been left here because he had been causing 'issues' not because they wanted him to be part of there out of whack breeding program.... Or at least he didn't think so.

"But..." Demus continued. Listening to Ky's hesitant offer. "I'd take him up on that if I were you, carrier.. Unless you want to feel like death for six days straight."

Nym did his best to ignore this new, overly pushy dragon. Ky didn't seem to be frightened by him... So he wasn't going to flip out either, but he did want him to stop talking. He wasn't helping.

"What about Ivan?" Nym asked Ky. "He's bound to you, isn't he? I don't want to interfere..." He trailed off as Ky took his face in his hands. Really at this point, he was becoming rather desperate to do something before this heat cycle got any worse. Already it felt unnatural, like the shot he had been given had thrown him right into the middle of of instead of letting it start slowly and taper off like it was supposed to. He really didn't want to find out how much worse it got... And Ky was so soft, and felt so strong against his own languid body. He'd sworn that he was going to avoid this... But he wasn't sure that he was going to be able to hold out.

"Hey, if this guy has a hang up or something.... With whoever Ivan is." Demus spoke up, looking from Nym to Ky. "I'm happy to help out." No he wasn't interested in breeding, but he was interested in being... Playful, so to speak. Besides this carrier looked like he needed something, anything, in a dire way.

"What?" Nym felt himself bristle, which caused some pain to shoot through his stomach. "No!" He didn't want this random stranger to touch him... He barely had known Ky for longer than a couple days, but at least he could probably consider them to be friends. He made Nym feel safe... "Ky, no, please don't let him touch me. For the love of god, if I have to do this, let it be you." His breath caught in his throat as he realized what he was saying. The words had spilled out, and there really wasn't any way he could eat them again.