[Poppy]

Ceral had to laugh because dick drunk was definitely the phrase he could use to describe his... condition? Was it even a condition? When he'd gotten taken once more by Ivy, he couldn't care less about the other dragons in the vicinity; he hoped that the nest was above them, far enough that maybe they wouldn't hear his moans of pleasure and the way he whimpered out Ivy's name with each passionate thrust into his body. It was a shame cave dragons were such isolated creatures because Ceral wanted to hit himself over the head for not having tried this earlier. But then again, maybe this was all well and good because he didn't have to experience the promiscuity of his kind, and would be more willing to stay with Ivy and only Ivy.

When they'd finished their second go, Ceral laughed, seemingly out of breath. He could just barely register the rays of the sun behind Ivy's figure through the canopy of trees above her. His eyes were on her. "I'm gonna be limping tomorrow," he said jokingly, his mouth opened into a sickeningly sweet smile.