I once again drown in the feelings of my mate. Delicious, exquisite rapture.
I know time has passed, I’ve seen the sun come up and the sun go down. I know that our emotions caused the elements around us to react, having seen the waterspout spinning around us, as if I was on the ground looking up at it. And then there were the flames that danced around the waterspout, heating me with steam that caressed my skin in the few places that Ancalagon wasn’t.
Time passed and we might have returned back to the Academy already, but Ancalagon was worried about me getting pregnant.
“Baby, you need to tell me if you’re ready to have my baby, because you are FULL of my sperm.”
“I…”
Do I want Ancalagon’s baby? Absolutely, the idea of carrying his child sends a different kind of pleasure rolling throu
