warning: nsfw
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A dragon's spit is not the same as a human being's. It's viscous, sticky, and feels warm as it dribbles down the crevice of Cassander's ass, even after Yinan has pulled away.
He trembles in anticipation, eyes dilated, bleary. The ache is surreal, all-encompassing, and mind-numbing. Cassander is desperate, desperate for release and the last vestige of his shame hangs by a thread. His cock is heavy and full of life. It wouldn't take much effort for Cassander to just reach down and pleasure himself but he refrains.
The demon shifts above him. The monstrous thing lines up with his hole and—
Cassander feels a deep-sated panic and swells and mixes with his excitement. He tenses in horror and realization. "That isn't going—"
