"Bent" Presentation

It was hardly a sight he expected returning to her at this hour, but all the same it was not an uncommon one. Ayahleh said nothing. A flick of the ear, a soft smirk, a heavy gaze- that was all it took. She melted his exhaustion and her smirk turned sly as she saw him visibly excite.

Of course, they way she flicked her tail didn't hurt. Every fling and curl swayed her rear subtly and invitingly. Vraeryn was mesmerized in an instant- he felt himself growl in a carnal hunger as he made his way to her. She mirrored that growl, as if daring him to mount her. Tonight she wanted to be taken, and she sensed Vraeryn had quite a bit of tension to relieve.

He balked for a moment as he approached, however. As she became aroused, he saw not her usual slit but a long tapered shaft begin to erect. Vraeryn blinked in confusion, only now noticing a curiously shaped, and empty, bottle haphazardly laid on its side near her claws. Vraeryn had heard of these. "Potions" they were usually called, something peddled for couples to spice things up for a night.

He was thrown off for a moment, he was so ready to mount her the same way that he always had that he was left completely dumbfounded for what to do now that she sported a temporary shaft of her own.

All the same, the confusion quickly gave way to excitement. He was always eager to find new ways to explore his love for her. An opportunity to experiment with her as if it were their first night again proved tantalizing, and Vraeryn began to approach her with a certain saunter. Who better to show her just how it felt to be a male than a male dragon?

He even found himself wondering if she had more potion. He much preferred mounting to being mounted, but what was the harm in seeing what it was like to reverse the roles entirely- even if only once?