Two weeks later, Xavida and Asura sat eating a barbecued meal of roasted wolf and potatoes in gravy. Despite the assessment being hard, both of them looked rather good.
'Xavida seems to have changed since that day.'
Asura watched the lovely dragon sitting between his legs with her tail wrapped around his waist. Her hands took the best meat while humming a strange song. "Husband, are we going hunting late again, or do you want to go to bed?"
Not that it was bad, though.
However, she became more aggressive in the bedroom, no longer as shy. Also calls his husband in a sugary voice. Her actions wouldn't be worrying if in battle, she wasn't so ferocious and violent.
"Do you want to hunt monsters or get hunted?" Asura whispered into her ear.
He enjoyed the colour of her pink scales darkening when embarrassed. In contrast, Xavida swallowed the last of her food before turning around.
