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Tale of the Wayward Dragon, chapter 3: Fulfillment

Rynthara dipped her snout through the surface of the caramel colored liquid and began to gulp down the frothy ale breathlessly, keeping one silvery eye on Malik for a few seconds before her head slowly lowered into the barrel as she emptied it progressively. Although she had taken it slower with the previous two, this time around she gulped the ale in mere moments, scraping the droplets residing on the bottom with her tongue, rocking her neck back and forth in an attempt to slurp every remaining trace of ale, lathering her fur with residual froth.

Malik simply laid down on her haunches, staring at her, an expression of utter awe plastered upon her face. Given how much she had struggled against her proposal, Rynthara sure enjoyed the human beverages.

In her rush to get her head out of the barrel, Rynthara bumped it, her lower jaw sticking against its rim. With a swerve or her neck, she hurled the recipient against the palisade, trying to roar her victory, but releasing the mother of all burps instead.

"What was that? This one, the one with the fruity flavor, so sweet and..mmmmrrrrrr...satisfying."

Rynthara lurched slightly to the side in her attempt to lower herself onto her haunches, running a muddy forepaw over her face to clean the froth, and replacing it with grime instead. Not her brightest of moments.

Malik flexed her wings, stretching a forepaw forward, but Rynthara emitted a thin meep, narrowing her eyes.

"No. I don't need your help. Got my own paws."

And such a marvelous job she did with them. She almost succeeded in turning her whole face brown with mud.

"Besides, my head is fine. No swirly feeling, nothing, but I sure loved the taste of it."

"That's ale," Malik said, eying the other four barrels. "The first was lager, second was stout, third cider."

"Have them bring more!" Rynthara's wings spread to their fullest, her balance wavering as she hurtled towards the gate. "Humans! Bring moooore!"

Her reverberating roar forced Malik to lower her ears to the sides, the white dragoness stifling a giggle. Rynthara was the kind of dragoness that liked to put on a tough façade, but at her heart, she was still a hatchling, innocence still coloring her voice, or the strut in her steps.

"If they don't come back, we should fly to them. Raid their larder. Claim the bounty hidden within and roast some bandits as payment. It's what you normally do, yes?"

Malik was about to reject that ridiculous proposal, but Rynthara charged her before she had the chance to get on her fours. Strong, violet forelimbs hugged her, Rynthara's weight doing the rest in dragging them both to the ground. Although Malik squirmed, fluttered her wings and pushed at Rynthara's belly gently with her hinds, the violet dragoness began rubbing her cheeks against Malik's neck, either as a token of affection or to wipe that grime off.

What a lovely brat! She even purred in glee!

"That's out of the question. None of us would fit into their larder."

"Then we ask them to," Rynthara said, touching Malik's snout briefly before bouncing onto her fours. "They can't refuse you, especially when you haven't even had a drop of their gift."

Yeah....gift...

Malik smiled sheepishly, surprised that Rynthara actually bought that. "I'm fine, my dear. I've sampled everything there is to sample."

Rynthara tilted her head to the side, giving Malik a provocative look. "Even the males?" she drawled, her silvery eyes shining with fiery intensity. "What did you ask of them? To fondle your paws? Or perhaps go a bit lower down your belly?"

A shudder rippled through Malik, tingles sweeping through her fur. She did experience that side of the humans as well, but not in the way Rynthara implied.

"Lofty thoughts from a virgin who moistens from mere paw licks."

Curses! Malik's jaws snapped shut a moment too late, the words having already sailed towards their destination, a tipsy dragoness who blinked as often as a drowsy puppy and who clawed at the ground impatiently.

Rynthara registered Malik's words after several seconds. Her ears stood up, and her lips raised into a toothy grin.

"I humbly accept your offer."

That being said, Rynthara turned around, waving her tail back and forth as she walked towards her den, her steps slow and methodical, keeping each hind paw suspended in the air for a few tantalizing seconds.

The mesmerizing movement of her colorful tail, together with the enticing shape of her violet paw pads, tugged at Malik's instinct, filling her with warm sparks of excitement, butterflies fluttering within her stomach. She had been waiting for this moment, eagerly anticipating the day when Rynthara invited her to bed.

Not in the erotic way, gods forbid, even though that wanton thought spurred Malik's heart into a gallop.

"Come along, now," Rynthara said, pausing to stretch the toes of a hind paw, Malik's breath catching in her throat at how those bean-shaped formations fanned out, the silvery fur between them creating a stark contrast. "This will be the highlight of the day and, depending on how skilled you are with that tongue, I may decide to stay and sample more human beverages and everything that follows afterwards."

Once the roof of Rynthara's den blotted out the sun and furs cushioned their steps, the violet dragoness flopped onto the side, nibbling on the toes of a forepaw while she raised a hind for Malik to take care of.

Malik grumbled in protest, grabbing a pelt in her maw, throwing it over Rynthara's awaiting hind paw, and settling on her haunches to free her forepaws, so that she could rub the grime off Rynthara's foot.

Although it was meant to remove the layer of grime off her pads, the massage elicited snappy growls from Rynthara. Her haunches quivered, the muscles within her tail tightened, and her wings twitched in their sockets, the dragoness clearly enjoying herself.

"It's not what I expected, hrrrr, but it sure feels good."

Malik allowed her fingers to work along Rynthara's padded toes, directing the soft, squirrel pelt up and around then, encasing her sensitive buttons of flesh in a soft, protective layer. Through it, she applied a modicum of pressure, enough to make Rynthara's paw twitch, a gasp following shortly after. Her back melted with euphoria, her toes clenching around Malik's, claws kissing her white fur.

Malik shuddered from the way those sharp tips pricked her, but she dug her opposable digits deep into that broad, central pad, hissing in unison with Rynthara as she felt the violet flesh mold around her, rippling like the waves of the churning sea under her strokes. Rynthara allowed Malik to know her satisfaction by letting out little purrs of satisfaction, her toes curling with each circular motion of Malik's fingers. She worked her way down, kneading on one toe, insisting on it for a little white before shifting to the one sitting next to it, and finally returning to the bottom pad, so huge compared to those little and squirmy toes, where she forced her opposable digits into Rynthara's most sensitive of paw pads.

She leaned even farther back, sprawling her wings, moaning and rolling onto her back, kicking her paws at the air playfully as her pleasured sounds faded into a constant hum. The squirrel pelt washed over her inner haunch, expertly falling over her slit. Malik moved a forepaw to grab it, but Rynthara's tail swatted her away, her clean hind paw shoved into Malik's face, Rynthara's gaze persistent, pleading almost.

"I'll need the pelt to clean your other paw," Malik tried her luck, but Rynthara crooned sarcastically in response.

"That won't be necessary. One's enough for the time being. More than you can handle."

Malik poked her forked tongue tip at her, which the dragoness took as the cue to poke her hind paw forward and give Malik a taste of that sharp, fragrant smell, specific to Rynthara's paw pads and sex.

"That's better," Rynthara half said, half growled, eyelids blanketing her eyes halfway. "Lick it. Fondle it. Suckle it. It's all yours, to do with it as you please."

Warm shudders traversed Malik's back, Rynthara's voice slowly drowning into her purr. The alcohol removed some of her inhibitions, opening her towards a world of desires that she had always known, but seldom sought to understand. A virgin's innocence never failed to delight Malik, and Rynthara's paws practically quivered in anticipation.

She began by nuzzling the paw pads of the hind paw she wiped clean, feeling their texture, mewling excitedly at how soft and cushy they felt against her nostrils.

"What if I just rest my head against them? They would make a great pillow that also happens to ooze warmth."

"That can wait for a later time. Now lick my paw, just the way you have licked it before."

Malik brushed her tongue over Rynthara's toes, feeling the tremors rippling through her violet flesh. It surprised her, how a dragoness' feet could be so receptive to licks. A few strokes later, and Rynthara already began wiggling her toes, the slow, undulating movements hinting at where Malik should lick, and how to do that.

"I've never felt so relaxed, so...fulfilled," Rynthara said. She let her head roll back and began to purr thunderously. "My tongue isn't as flexible as yours. It can't get between my toes as easily as yours does, and the way you cup them...mrrrr...like the embrace of a mate, only slicker and warmer."

Malik blinked, hesitating for a moment. She suddenly had the urge to give Rynthara more--a lot more than just a foot massage with the help of her tongue. She had never known the touch of a mate, never cuddled, never mated. Now that she was calmer than a lake, Malik used the opportunity to press the tip of her snout against the top of Rynthara's belly, licking and nuzzling along one of the silvery lines that marked her violet fur.

Rynthara tensed up, grumbling in protest at first, before a forepaw fell upon Malik's head, forcing her jaws to sink into the downy fur lining Rynthara's chest.

"I don't know where this came from, but it sure feels nice."

Malik drew her tongue out and dragged it through the soft fur of Rynthara's tummy. She passed over her flanks, her hot breath rolling over Rynthara's ribs, licking and rubbing her nose against Rynthara's wing joints, her eyes always on her face. As she licked and nibbled at the base of Rynthara's wings, the violet dragoness shivered again and her purring increased, her feathers ruffling and shaking with pent-up desire.

"There have been many things I expected to find throughout my journey here, to the highlands. I wanted to meet great and new civilizations. To get along with the various sapient species, perhaps improve my mastery over the arcane with their help. Yet here I am, tucked in a stables built by humans, belly up like a hatchling, enjoying tongue baths instead of despising them."

Malik chuckled, lifting her head to look at Rynthara. "Never took you for the type."

"Well, you had more than enough time to get to know me. Licking's just not my thing," Rynthara cooed, kicking a hind paw at Malik's haunch playfully. "Lucky for you, I feel too relaxed to do anything about it, so I may as well try and relish that blue-tipped tongue of yours."

What a young and sweet creature. She might twist her words and convince herself that grooming didn't do much for her, but Malik only needed to suck in a deep breath, filled with her fragrance, to know that she was more aroused than ever. Malik considered tucking into that delicious slit and help Rynthara understand more about her sexuality, but at the same time, easing her into it seemed the best course of action.

"That's curious," Malik said, nibbling at her feathers, polishing them with her tongue. "And here I thought you were the hatchling who was the first to dash under a wing and offer your four paws to your parents. I know I had done that on multiple occasions."

Rynthara purred, running her forepaws along Malik's neck, petting her ears with her soft, warm pads. "That wasn't me. I never appreciated what I had, until I no longer had it. Afterwards, I started to hunger for it, but no more than I thirst for knowledge. Finding a mate and building a nest together seemed a dull affair, so I kept to the skies throughout my heat, only landing when I was too tired, too numb to notice the fire burning within my sex. I wouldn't have coped with it otherwise..."

Malik said no more. This moment was dedicated to Rynthara, and she wanted her to know it.

Her snout continued to glide across Rynthara's belly, tongue smearing her fur with Malik's affection, leaving wet, swirly patches in its wake as Malik went lower and lower, the scent of female arousal filling the cave, a mind-addling haze that enthralled Malik. By the end, Rynthara was quaking there, on top of her furred bedding, her sex hopelessly soaked. She lifted her head and trilled in satisfaction. "I...mhhrrrr...I'm not sure why your touch gets me so worked up. I'm fine on my own. I don't need companionship. Loneliness is nothing compared to the allure of knowledge."

"Your mind is in the right place, but your heart has its own cravings, same for your body. We're females, my dearest; sooner or later, we have to find a mate and invite his life-giving seed inside us." Malik used the distraction as an opportunity to wrestle her snout away from Rynthara's damp slit and look elsewhere--at the walls, at her wings, anywhere but between Rynthara's legs.

"Seed," Rynthara said, wrinkling her snout and hissing. "It's a curse, a burden, meant to keep you glued to the same nest, same territory, same life for years--years that can be spent bettering yourself."

She lifted the forepaw that wasn't resting atop her stomach and wiggled her toes at Malik. "I don't need a mate, Malik! I can handle my needs just fine."

She lifted her violet pads to her lips and dragged her rough tongue over each of them. She gave a hushed moan and stuck a toe into her maw to gently suckle for a moment before it popped free and another disappeared past her lips. She peered at Malik out of the corner of her eye and slowly dragged the wet, glistening toes past her lips, kneading at the fur of her neck gently, like a lioness in heat.

"Now, can you take care of that hind paw in my stead? I feel bloated and useless after drinking all those barrels of...whatever." She patted her tummy with a forepaw and smiled at her expectantly. To further tease her, Rynthara extended that clean hind paw towards Malik and wiggled her toes enticingly.

Malik growled lightly and lowered her snout to her paw, glancing at her limp head, resting on its side, at her flared nostrils, sucking in deep breaths. For all her big talk about doing well without a mate, Rynthara sure enjoyed the attention of another dragon.

Slowly, Malik pressed her snout to the large central pad, tickling the tufts of silvery fur, making Rynthara gasp. She pulled her paw away from her sharply and growled.

"I'll take it slower. Don't worry."

As Rynthara held her paw out to Malik again, she smirked, settled on her haunches, and gently grabbed Rynthara's leg, holding it just beneath her paw pads, leaving that purple and alluring foot free for her tongue to play with. She examined her paw for what it must've been the twentieth of times, and was still taken aback by how much smoother her purple pads were compared to her light blue ones. Hers had a rougher texture, but Rynthara's were as smooth as the pelts upon which they sat.

Malik extended her tongue and teased at the large pad in the middle of her paw, tickling her with the twin tips of her tongue until she heard a lustful growl muffled around the forepaw Rynthara held on top of her snout. Malik's tongue danced over the soft flesh for a moment more before pressing harder to the cool underside of Rynthara's foot. She dragged the warm dampness over the pad, generously caressing every inch of the soft violet there with her own soft flesh.

Her tongue slipped away from the central pad, weaving between her bean-shaped toes to tease at the tufts of white fur separating them. Her tongue explored the soft contours of each bean, caressing her sensitive flesh before she sucked each toe past her muzzle.

Halfway through her act, Malik shifted herself against Rynthara, cuddling against her belly to better warm her while still facing her toes. This way, she had better access to each of the succulent violet nubs hidden beneath the powerful, quivering toes. She smiled against her toes and let the tips of her tongue dance over the last pad as she sucked it into her muzzle. As she slowly drew it out, she dragged her teeth against the soft bean gliding over her moist muscle.

Rynthara gasped and suddenly drew her paw back. It returned a split second later and thumped right against her snout.

Malik yelped and drew her head back, amusement coloring her features.

Rynthara snarled, although her growl was dim, almost a purr. "No teeth, not yet! I--I'm afraid I'll...climax if you do that again."

"Don't exaggerate, dear."

"I...I don't think I am," Rynthara whimpered. "My head swirls, and my lower belly seems aflame."

Malik stifled a remark, her own sex tingling as she noticed the throbs pulsing within Rynthara's sex. The air was now heavy with Rynthara's arousal, her nethers covered by a glistening, translucent film of liquid pheromones, so potent it made Malik shiver on the spot.

"How about I relieve you of that daunting pressure?"

"No!" Rynthara roared. "I can deal with it. It will go away. Always does."

"I won't do it then. Not before you're ready."

She pushed herself to her fours, attempting to move to the other side, hoping that the distance would clear away the haze that took over her senses, constantly begging her to groom Rynthara's throbbing, sweltering sex.

Before she had the chance to take a step away from Rynthara, the violet dragoness coiled her tail around Malik's haunch, her forepaws dragging her down, on top of her chest, their bellies molding into a mixture of hues, their slits pressing against each other, Rynthar's wet, warmer sex kissing Malik's pink lips in the most erotic of ways. Her eyes widened, the suddenness of this moment too much to bear, but Rynthara's lick washed her worries away, the forepaws cupping her ears warm and inviting.

"I don't consider myself ready, not in the slightest, but now that I'm so close, it seems such a waste to resist it a second longer."

She looked away then, her eyelids veiling those silvery pools, her haunches opening invitingly for Malik.

Just like Rynthara, Malik felt unprepared. Her belly churned with nerves, her head swirled with rampant emotions, and her limbs trembled under the weight of uncertainty. She had dreamed of this moment; longed for it ever since she met Rynthara. Now, when it was finally upon her, excitement all but left Malik, allowing cold dread to seep in.

I won't be able to hold back, she realized as she took a glimpse of Rynthara's delightfully moist sex that oozed the thickest, most potent and arousing of fragrances, that of a virgin dragoness.

I'll have to show her who I am--what I truly am.

Rynthara's meandering purr roused Malik back to her senses. The dragoness remained on her back, haunches spread far to the sides, offering herself fully to Malik. If she took too long, if she showed Rynthara a hint of her reluctance to proceed, then the violet dragoness' heart would harden even more. She wouldn't blame Malik, but would certainly consider herself undesirable, unwanted, unneeded.

For her sake, Malik wrestled with her self-doubt, pushing it at the back of her mind, shifting her paws gently through the fur covering Rynthara's belly. As the dragoness let out a satisfying murr, Malik summoned the courage to get up and lower her head towards the delicate slit parting Rynthara's lower belly, her violet insides barely visible through the narrow gap.

Malik's snout slowly traveled closer and closer toward the source of the gradually thickening aroma, far more alluring than anything she had smelled, so rich her paws clenched and her heart started to pound in her chest.

She began by sliding her tongue along Rynthara's crevice, scooping the viscous liquid coating it. Her lips quivered under Malik's caress, the dragoness' frame stiffening. The abundant arousal made her sex feel quite hot to the touch, like sizzling coals. Malik withdrew her tongue, her heart skipping a beat the moment she swallowed Rynthara's nectar. She tasted strong; stronger than Malik imagined, with a sharp, bitter touch, like honeyed wine, yet vastly different. Instead of alcohol, Rynthara's juices were laden with pheromones that assaulted Malik's senses, the stimuli ramming against her self-control, cracking the barrier that kept her member in check.

Afraid that she was slipping, Malik began lapping at Rynthara's snatch, trying to divert her tongue strokes to the side, yet somehow, she kept being inadvertently pulled towards her entrance, her forked tongue poking past her vent, dipping into her nethers, eliciting a pleasured warble. Rynthara stretched her wings to their fullest, her tail arching across her belly, thumping against Malik's neck as the white dragoness suckled on Rynthara's delicate entrance. She had taut, meaty lips, firm and strong. It was almost a chore to delve inside her, given that she had never been penetrated before, and this particular thought kept flaring Malik's lust, buzzing around her mind, until she snapped.

Against her better judgment, Malik forced her tongue through Rynthara's clamping walls, plowing her way through, swirling and rolling her tongue to force Rynthara's depths into a frenzy of spasms. They rippled through her with increased intensity, making her insides quake, the violet dragoness screwing her eyes shut and bucking her hips in short, abrupt strokes.

Malik tried to pull back, but Rynthara's strong muscles seized her tongue, clamping around it, holding Malik in place for a few short, overwhelming moments. Then, as sudden as it began, Rynthara's grip faltered, releasing Malik, along with a splash of scalding femcum and a trembling roar.

Stunned and disoriented, Malik's snout lingered a few inches above Rynthara's sex, staring at the way her muscles shuddered, at the cloudy juices oozing out of her. One whiff--that was all it took for Malik's snout to surge forward, for her tongue to gather as much of that nectar of the gods and for her lips to suckle Rynthara's cunt dry. She feasted on Rynthara's essence, so concentrated compared to her diluted arousal, swallowing it with great gusto, and then delving her tongue in for more.

Everything else faded around Malik. Her growing, throbbing appendage that poked its way out of her slit became irrelevant. Rynthara's moans of bliss were background music. Her paws shook, her wings trembled, her mind reeled, but Malik remained up, drinking in Rynthara's essence, crazed with desire.

She only snapped out of it when heated precum dashed through her member, darting out of her tapered tip with such might Malik yowled and stumbled a few steps back, panting, blinking hard and fast to clear the haze that had settled over her.

Rynthara--she stared at her. No, not at her, but at the erection she sported, the one thing that Malik never wanted her to find out.

"I'm...I don't...I am...I am not really...I'm not going to..."

"I knew it," Rynthara said calmly, her tail splaying over the ground so that she could get a better view of Malik's member. "I knew that you're a dragon of two genders. I heard about them, but never had the pleasure of meeting one."

As if that was supposed to make Malik feel better. Her head swam, and her heart lodged into her throat, preventing her from speaking.

"The few females I've met have been curt with me, dismissing me like I was a pest, but you..." she paused to purr and smile at Malik warmly. "You desired me, Malik. All along."

"I..."

"Do you still desire me?"

Malik cocked her head, uncertain what to make of Rynthara's sharp gaze. She still panted after her first orgasm, although her face retained its dignified looks.

"I do," Malik said, deciding to give Rynthara the truth. "But what happened here is just an accident. A mistake on my part. I got too excited, you see, and I only need a few moments to let it go away and..."

"Put it inside me," Rynthara interrupted her. "Do it, before my nerve falters, or before it goes away. There is no other dragon I trust with this, and...mrrarrr, I need to know how it feels when a male squirts his essence inside me. Better to do it with a dear friend than with a horny stranger."

Malik lifted a tentative paw, holding it midair, uncertain whether to approach Rynthara or fly away before things became complicated between them. Everything that happened today had been completely different than what Malik expected, and now, here they were. A herm, rock hard, her whole girth spilled out of her slit, with a dragoness sprawled a few feet from her, panting with desire.

In the end, it was fear that guided Malik towards Rynthara. Panic that helped her straddle the gorgeous dragoness, combined with equal amounts of lust that encouraged Malik to ease her member into Rynthara's soppy cunt, parting her lips open with her tapered tip.

Rynthara snarled, her forepaws latching onto Malik's shoulders. She nodded her head, urging Malik to arch her back further and push her hips lower, pushing that thickening shaft deeper and deeper, its smooth surface allowing it to sail through Rynthara's tight, wet canal with ease.

Pleasure coiled around Malik's member, summoned by Rynthara's tight and snug embrace. It made her throb and gasp and mewl, her face contorting as she fought back the heat welling at the base of her slit.

Already?! She barely made it halfway into Rynthara, and Malik's claws already groped around for purchase, her haunches trembling, the muscles within her tail tightening, turning it rigid and useless. Meanwhile, Rynthara held her breath, a pained expression plastered upon her face. Her tongue lolled to the side, droplets of saliva dribbling past its tip, eyes half closed, eyelids trembling.

"It feels...so good," she blurted out, pushing her snout forward to place a few encouraging licks on Malik's cheek. "Push it all in. I want it all. No half measures."

Malik gritted her teeth, growls of ecstasy rumbling within her throat as she speared through Rynthara's tight passage, stretching her virgin depths for the first time, those constant and satisfying throbs gnawing at her resilience. Mating a virgin dragoness was more than just humping. To Malik, guiding a dragon through their first intimate experience registered on an emotional level. It had to be perfect, in every way imaginable, to go at a certain pace and ensure that their experience was a memorable one.

The mere thought of being fully sheltered inside a strong and lovely dragoness added to Malik's euphoric state. Every time Rynthara clamped her muscles around Malik, the white dragoness yipped and moaned, soaring closer to her premature climax.

To distract herself from it, Malik assaulted Rynthara with a series of slow and long licks, hoping that the dragoness would simply stay still and bask in her affection.

Not Rynthara. With her cunt filled by Malik's thick shaft and their vents pressed together, Rynthara became downright restless, warbling and nibbling on Malik's ears and horns, her tongue lashing at Malik's face as her forepaws hugged Malik's neck.

"Shouldn't you thrust? Or have you forgotten how to be a male?"

Yes. She should have. But, given how Rynthara's insides practically squeezed the seed out of Malik, she was afraid that the next stroke would be her last. Nevertheless, Malik pulled halfway out, then rammed herself back in too fast, too strong, too erratic. Although her self-control allowed her to bite back her climax, Rynthara clamped her thighs around Malik, jaws wrapping around her neck in a soft, sharp kiss as the dragoness mewled out her climax. Malik's tapered tip drove too deep, touched areas too sensitive to foreign cocks, and now, Rynthara's whole frame quaked, her cunt tightening and loosening around Malik, driving her past the point of no return as well.

Due to her sudden orgasm, Malik's limbs gave in. She crashed on top of Rynthara, belly to belly, slit to slit, pouring her thick, creamy seed deep into Rynthara's nethers, the strong, hearty spurts encouraging louder and rougher growls from Rynthara. Oh, how great it must have felt for a virgin dragoness, to feel seed lancing into her, hot and comforting, splattering upon her overly sensitive walls.

For the next few moments, both of the dragonesses lay limp within each other's embrace. Malik's seed began to trickle down Rynthara's lips, the load too much for a virgin dragoness to bear. Rynthara simply stared at Malik, panting, satisfaction shining within her dilated pupils. Rather than talk and mar this moment with words, they began to lick and caress each other with their paws, trills of deep fulfillment reverberating through the makeshift den.

***THE END***

And so, this awesome series comes to an end. I greatly enjoyed working with Malik. She's a wonderful, compassionate dragoness who treated Rynthara like the gorgeous female that she is. I will, occasionally, do these sort of trades, mostly with people who I know and trust enough to put my characters at stake. It goes without saying that Malik is one of them, so be sure to show your love and appreciation to her as well!

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