When I’m horny, I too wish my ideal husband would just appear to fuck me whenever I desire. A husband who would become just as muscular and virile as desire. A dragon so virile he drips from his slit all the time in constant anticipation of a submissive gay bottom to breed. A husband who couldn’t speak so I have no idea if he has hopes and dreams beyond what I want—no your purpose is to satisfy ME!
And when I’m not in the mood, you dissolve into a mist until I’m ready again.
Never mind the serious story going on in the background, about class warfare and how the human world interacts with the netherworld. Nah, all I want is a muscular dragon husband to use me whenever I desire and who dissipates into ether when I’m not in the mood.
But oh yeah this is a scholarly study of history, isn’t it?
Yes, it’s a textbook. Whoever got hard reading a gay story about historical dragons fucking?
Minus one star for the lackluster study group questions. The author took the cowardly way out of acknowledging the significance of the empty bowl by letting readers "decide for themselves."