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His shaft shrank within me and then, easily, it slid out my hole, a
small rivulet of fluid following down my leg as we lay together, awaiting
the return of our strenghts. "Oh, Ryu," I sighed.
"Darryn," he breathed. "I love you."
I nodded, pulling myself up and kissing him under the chin.
Our tender moment was broken, partially, by our teacher. [Tell me
what you have done.]
"Nothing," I replied, and again repeated what I had learned about
Dragons and how they grow.
He listened closely, attentively, his monstrous head turned in an
attitude of careful thought. When I was done with my report, he looked at
Ryuchia. I know not what exchanged between them, but when it was over Desa
looked to the ceiling. [Darryn, Ryuchia, you have made an old
Dragon pleased. It is good. I shall see you both in the morning.] With
that, he took to the sky, leaving me and my beloved Ryu to our soft cradle
and familiar caress.
The winter passed with little excitement; days of study and nights of
sleeping. Ryu and I slept together in happy contentment, and by day I
studied. Now my
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