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| sexual fantasy story of Akari Yamasaki : |
| me any time to think about working the spike out of the ground. I came out of the match a singed mass of bruises. Syrin, like all dragons, took too long and was too obvious about breathing fire. His flames never more than licked me while I flipped aside and inside his guard to stab at him. Once he quit bothering with his fire, his style of fighting was just too solid for me to defeat; he had too much reach over me, too much strength, and enough speed and skill to be invincible. He pinned me once, honestly, at about twenty minutes into our fight, his needlepoint teeth pricking my neck until I slapped the earth. He pinned me again once by yanking on my chain, but at the end of the match, panting for breath, he almost walked right into my horn and I had to pull back to keep from killing him. That ended combat practice for the day while V'heress went about cleaning up the nicks, scrapes, and punctures the dragons had accumulated. At least I knew that if I could tire Syrin out by somehow surviving the first half hour of combat, I migh |