warning: nsfw
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The room fills with the wet sounds of passion. Clothes tossed aside, skin flushed against skin, Cassander drinks in the wanton heat as his mind simmers with need.
It's not enough, he wants more. It isn't just for anyone that Cassander would part his legs but he feels so terribly desperate for the one who looms over him.
In the throes of passion and brewing desire, Cassander feels that there are parts of Yinan's skin that begin to shift. Soft flesh becomes coated with scaley plates around his shoulder blades, the top of his thighs, forearms too. His nails form claws, gliding gently across Cassander's skin, as though fearful of hurting him.
Horns grow from his scalp, a long draconic tail rears up, flicking from side to side.
