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As soon as their enemies have been vanquished, Essek floats up to press a lingering kiss to the snout of the enormous gold dragon before Caleb even has a chance to resume his natural form. Perhaps it is that he has grown to love his partner regardless of what he looks like. Perhaps his body has been conditioned to feel the eroticism in Caleb opening combat by incinerating eight zombies with a single fireball. Regardless, he can't quite help raising a hand to caress the elongated jawline now covered in scales where a beard would normally be.
Caleb obligingly lowers his head until Essek can hover just above the leafy mould of the forest floor. A mighty rumble of pleasure, like a cat's purr multiplied manifold, rolls from his chest. A scratch under the chin is all it takes to make the great beast turn accommodatingly belly-up.
"What are we doing?" Essek wonders aloud, even as he continues to explore what reactions his touch can evoke from this novel anatomy.
"Whatever we desire, I think."
"You're not afraid that it's…a bit weird?"
"My dear, I believe one does not become a wizard of our level by worrying about whether things are weird."
"I suppose that's true." Essek frowned. He didn't stop roving across that sinuous neck with lips and fingertips.
"I could change back to something more familiar without ending the spell. Transmutation of this level allows for a certain fluidity of form within its duration. But I would not be able to reacquire the dragon's robust health after a second change…and there may be more enemies nearby."
"Perhaps we shall simply have to improvise."
"Perhaps so. Besides, I will admit to a curiosity as to what I might be able to do with this." Caleb flicks out his long, muscular tongue to land a hit squarely on the tip of Essek's ear. A promise of what might be.
JPlash Thu 27 Nov 2025 01:13PM UTC
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