Hywel shook and the whole room rattled and trembled and laughed with him, gold and books and jewels jangling in their cases, his grin broadening. I would like to taste you, blodyn bach, he answered, his tongue sliding higher, rubbing and looping near the top of my right thigh. His tongue squeezed, and I fell back on my elbows with a gasp. But I should like to feed you, not myself. My head fell back, a moan trapped in my throat, my eyes squeezing shut. I'd served and enjoyed many a monster in my lifetime, but never a dragon. "I'm…I'm not sure I could reciprocate," I managed, biting my lip.
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