[BabyBelly]

(Howdy! Just got done catching up with everything lol.)

Lago gave a giggle and a goofy smile at Ivan's suggestion. He looked the new comer up and down, and even though he came through blurry, he could see that he had a lithe and well muscled frame. He could see the golden color of the scales on his arms and legs. Lago's head started to swim, with very, very dirty thoughts to what the two of them could do with each other. He could hear Demus drone on about the sexcapades that were happening with the other dragons, but he wasn't really listening, besides he could clearly smell all of it off in the distance, and this only added to his fevered state of mind. He could smell the dirt, grains, and grass all over Demus' body, and while normally this wouldn't appeal to Lago, at the moment, it was the most perfect scent in the whole world. He could feel that all too familiar fire erupt in his lower belly and loins. His heat had officially begun.

Lago leaned up against one of the nearby trees and rested a hand on his belly. It felt like dozens of knots were forming all at once. His breathing began to increase and deepen, his blood flow increased exponentially across his body. Sweat poured out of every one of his pores. His mouth started watering, wanting to taste Demus' all over. Without much thought, he slowly, but deliberately made his way over to the prairie dragon, coming to a stop just mere inches away from his face. Getting a huge overdose of the dragons scent sent shivers down his spine. He could now see the cute freckles and blond hair, and his pretty eyes. Their kits would be gorgeous. His loins were soaking wet, and there was just one singular need he had in mind.

"Heeyyy, beautiful...", he practically slurred out, heavily breathing right into Demus' face.