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“That’s quite some ego your neck is supporting, Commander,” I taunt. “Explains why you’re so big though—gotta have plenty of room for all that shit you’re full of.”
“Who.” Aeson takes another step. “Did.” And another. “This.” Tahir scrambles back, and several drakes shout orders for everyone to move out of the way. “To.” Blay charges. At first, I think he’s going to tackle Aeson, but he streaks past, diving for one of the massive archways instead. A mountain-sized purple dragon erupts out of him, the beast launching itself off the outer lip of the tower. An enraged roar reverberates through the dragon stone floors, walls, and ceiling as Blay’s dragon streaks away. “You.”
“I don’t understand,” Seza clucks testily. I turn to her. “You don’t know what pants are?”
Am I so bereft of genuine love and affection that I can’t tell when it’s counterfeit?
“Cut me. Hurt me. Destroy me. I’ll happily bleed for you, Ever. Every drop is yours already.”
“This could have been you, Spare,” I taunt as I ride my own fingers. “Don’t worry, I’ll send a wish you were here postcard to your blue balls when I’m done.”
my vagina starts buying merch that says Property of Aeson “Fucks Like a God” Noctis.
