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... The shower room's steamy silence was hanging by Demond's sanity, the warm water tapping a symphony with their breaths, rising and falling like a crescendo of desire. The witch, still with her back against the dragon, now pulsed a heartbeat to match the drums of this musical tension. Her thoughts, a swirling cauldron of lust and spite, boiled under the promise for the dragon's 'naked night', and the distant humming of Adrei's amusement.
The former old man sighed, she dipped her palm into ...
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