"That's gladdening to hear."
Mavislin quickly turned her head around, facing Zenos' half-lidded eyes with shock.
"What... Do you mean?" squeaked the poor creature, swimming towards the Prince of Darkness.
"I mean what I say. It's refreshing to see that you're not overly impressed by my natural form, unlike those drunken women who only care about my body. Most of the women I've been with have been more interested in my physique than anything else."
"So, it's nice to know you're not quite as enamored. However, you've managed to catch my attention again with your last remark..." stated Zenos as he used both hands to scoop the little creature from the water.
Eliciting a little yelp due to the temperature change, Mavislin was starting to regret her choice of words.
"So, do enlighten me, my dear little beast... What do you seek from me?" murmured Zenos as he brought the shy creature towards his face, gently kissing her back.
Unfortunately, that was the last straw that broke on the dragoness' back as an explosion of purple and black light occurred. As the Viceroy's vision gradually cleared, a flicker of surprise crossed his face, but it quickly gave way to a look of satisfaction.
There, perched comfortably on his lap in her familiar form, was Mavislin, her presence both unexpected and strangely fitting.
"I couldn't contain my emotions and was forced out of my tiny body..." pouted the dragoness as she figured out where to place her hands to get out of the new situation she was in.
Instead of letting the girl move off his lap, Zenos had other plans. He swiftly wrapped a possessive arm around her waist, holding her firmly in place on his thigh.
The dragoness felt a surge of heat rise to her cheeks; her scales provided modest coverage over her most private areas, but the position was still undeniably compromising.
Her heart raced, caught between the embarrassment of the situation and their undeniable tension.
"I thought your tiny form was your most natural form?" wondered the Viceroy, not caring that Mavislin was a blushing mess as of the present.
"Nay, it is simply a form that I use when I feel like it. My true form is much different. But never mind that, let me go!" exclaimed Mavislin as she squirmed in her place, only to have Zenos smile.
"Why should I? Have you forgotten something?" quizzed the Viceroy as he nuzzled his nose on the crook of her neck.
"I have not..."
Mavislin sucked in a sharp breath, her hands pressing against Zenos' chest in a feeble attempt to push him away. Unfazed, he responded with a soft kiss on her neck, eliciting a startled, high-pitched yelp from her.
With a firm but gentle movement, he maneuvered the blushing dragoness to sit between his legs, her cheeks flushed with a deeper shade of red.
The blonde rested his chin on her shoulder, his warm breath lightly tickling the shell of her ear, sending shivers down her spine as she struggled to steady her racing heart.
"Are you forgetting that you are still my prisoner?" whispered Zenos, pulling the blushing mess close to his chest.
"How am I still your prisoner?! We are allies..." protested the little dragoness, choking down a little moan as the Viceroy ran his fingers up her side.
Since when did the Viceroy learn of such sensitive spots on her body?! This isn't looking too good...
"I agreed to this alliance solely to prevent my father from making me kill you on the spot. I have my own plans and intentions regarding you, and they extend far beyond this temporary truce..." purred Zenos, placing another kiss on Mavislin's neck.
The dragoness felt a shiver down her spine as his words struck her to her core.
"However, don't mistake me for a savage beast who cannot control his urges. I have my own sense of restraint and purpose," replied the Viceroy as he lifted his head and reached out for something behind him.
Mavislin heaved a sigh of relief as she moved away from his grasp, only to have a strong arm to pull her back.
"Oi!" yelled the dragoness.
"Calm down, I simply wanted to try something," said the Viceroy, as he poured out a white, semi-solid liquid from a small bottle.
Mavislin opened her mouth to argue, but the words caught in her throat as Zenos began to wash her hair gently, his fingers expertly massaging her scalp in soothing circles. The tension in her body melted away, and she couldn't help but relax into his touch.
A contented sigh escaped her lips, and her tail wiggled happily behind her, betraying her enjoyment despite the initial resistance. The calming rhythm of his hands lulled her into a serene state, making her momentarily forget her earlier embarrassment.