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Chapter 9

Groaning despite myself, as his long, caressing tongue swept softly against the sensitive skin on my shoulder, I shuddered and muttered “Damn, dragon, you keep doing that, and I'm not going to let you stop."

He paused a moment, and said in a whisper “I know…", as another quiver of pleasure ran down my spine as he raked his claws ever so lightly down my back to stroke my thighs with the softest touch.

It should have shocked me, realising his feeling ran parallel to mine. For months, I'd thrust them deep within; deeper than even the memories of my mother's murder; and I'd thought never to allow them to surface.

But they had, suddenly and with a passion-fuelled vengeance I couldn't suppress, as I kissed his neck, my tongue no match for his but equally as intent as I lifted my face to his own, my lips meeting his and our tongues twining again, the heat from our bodies rising our breath joined for long moments until, with a gasp, we parted, only to repeat the experience in a slowly increasing frenzy.

I paused, drawing fresh air into my lungs and sliding my body across his own, wrapping my legs around his waist and leaning back to stare down at his silvered form, my hands splayed across his upper chest for support as he stared back, eyes hungry and intent in a manner I'd never witnessed in him before.

It was a feral, passionate gaze, and I revelled in it as I leant down and began kissing his chest, my tongue sliding across his scales to press into the fine grooves between each, the texture reminding me of nothing less than the crocodile skin draping the wall of my father's study; one of many pelts adorning the walls there. But that skin in particular had fascinated me, it's soft, rubbery feel beneath my fingers sending shivers through my younger self when I dared to touch it.

I touched it again now, but warm; oh, so warm and alive pressed so tightly against my own skin, and wonderful as my ministrations crept lower, my body sliding further down his own as my thighs slid past his legs to press against the thick curve of his tail, feet wrapped against the harder scutes flowing down his spine to his tail's tip.

He arched upwards involuntarily to meet my touch, body breaking the surface of the pool as he groaned in pleasure, my wandering hands creeping lower to meet the join of his thighs and waist, and to stroke where I hadn't dared consider before.

My touch sent a new quiver through his body, small ripples criss-crossing the water's surface as he shuddered at my touch, my fingers sliding along the soft slit, slightly parted and raised as his pleasure mounted. I didn't care he wasn't human, or even mammalian. My mind had other thoughts occupying it, as my tongue swept along the groove, his musky taste sharp and tart as I probed his most intimate area.

Still, the abject part of my subconscious analysed the experience intently, even as my lips defied its wishes. I had many experiences with men, some unpleasant but others wholly satisfying, and the analytical part of my mind had me move back a few inches to curiously examine him intently.

A single slit, around eight inches in length pierced the otherwise smoothly and evenly pebbled hide. The scales wrapped themselves around his opening, a finer pattern against nether lips slightly bulged where his muscles ran longitudinally down his vent. The silver scales had parted from within, deep red flesh just visible in the poor light forming a longer, tighter union medially, then meeting in a thicker, slightly swollen bulge in its final few inches nearer his tail.

Again the comparison to the crocodile pelt was uncanny, and I had a brief surge of nerves noting there was no second opening for… well, you know… I mean, it was all there, together, and…

And I suddenly didn't care, at all, as I returned to pleasuring him, plunging my tongue into the silky moistness and drinking of his scent as his musky taste rattled my brain.

He suddenly grunted, shifting above me to arch upward as his slit suddenly splaying apart as he everted himself to me. I'd seen it before, on that so sudden glimpse at our earliest interaction, and the sight had haunted me since, my memory playing tricks on me until I'd wondered what it was I'd actually witnessed.

I needn't wonder any more. It was before me, enlarging as I stared mutely as the muscles of his opening stretched tightly to release his length to my gaze.

I was no stranger to men. Hell, I considered myself more than competent in the rolling in the hay department. Back before my nineteenth birthday, I'd been provided with a professional tutor, who spent his days providing a somewhat unique education for the various noble ladies in the area, specifically to train them to become better wives for their noble bastard husbands. It wasn't something spoken about, at least not by the men folk, and my own opinion was that many had no clue such services even existed.

Dad knew, of course. Hell, he knew everything that happened, everywhere, the omnipotent sod. So, where most girls received a pony or a new carriage for their birthday, I always expected something more pragmatic, be it a new brace of throwing knives, or training in the sexual arts.

As you know, my family has more than a few idiosyncrasies.

From that start, I branched out on my own, practicing my new found skills with a vengeance. Some may have considered my actions slutty or repulsive, and I'm sure many such comments circulated behind my back.

However, there was nothing like the satisfaction of being able to render a man physically immobile or worse, during their most intimate moment, and knowing I always had the upper hand during such escapades regardless of what my current lover may have thought made the pleasure even more enjoyable for me.

I'd seen it all; the fat, the skinny, the short and the tall. I'd learnt men came in all shapes and sizes, both physically and regarding endowment.

But what I viewed now was well beyond any of my prior experience.

It was big, for starters. I mean, I've done some pretty decent guys over the years, but this surpassed all of that. It approached ten inches, at a beat, and the shape...

Well, the shape was something else indeed.

A thick, muscular base spread his slit wide, taut flesh tapering to a much thinner solid-appearing shaft, two inches in diameter and heavily veined, curved towards his chest with a groove running longitudinally on its back from base to tip, it bore no resemblance to anything from any human I'd encountered. It was slick, moist and deep red; the red of a glass of muddy claret.

Then there was the tip.

It wasn't what I expected, and I reached out a nervous finger to stroke it experimentally, the heady heat from the flesh much higher than I expected as it pulsed at my touch, the tip flaring into a triangular cone tapering to a point medial to his body. The cone was a good four inches across, shaped like a pair of cupped hands with its centre hollowed, a heady, milky fluid pooling within. Within its folds, a distinct pointed prominence emerged which shared the groove from the shaft beneath to splay open into a fine network of creases that literally pulsed as the blood within livened it with each heartbeat.

I'd never seen anything like it. It was alien; non-human.

It was also very real, within my very hands before me, and I had issue processing the very existence of it.

Perhaps the stirring of the body beneath me shattered my paralysis, and I broke my gaze from the intriguing shape to meet the dragon's eyes as Argy caught his breath, watching me intently and a little fearfully.

He knew my hesitation, I realised. He knew, and he waited for the rejection that would undoubtedly follow. Repulsion for his form, his alien being, that was fundamental and too extreme for my acceptance.

“If you don't want…" he began, the quiver in his tone at the thought of my rejection sending my heart fluttering, but he dropped to silence as I shook my head as I regarded my friend, and more than friend, the one who had so effectively wormed their way into my heart.

The one person who meant more to me than anyone ever had, in the entirety of my being.

As the silence lengthened, instead, I did what I knew I had to do; what every part of me suddenly screamed out to do.

I dropped his gaze, and my face, to breath heavily of his scent, fingers tightening as my tongue met his hot slit to run from base to tip, his seeping fluids heady and strong, sending my taste buds into overdrive.

It was truly unexpected, the taste. Not the slightly bitter salty taste of a man, sweaty and musk tainted as my experience had always found.

He tasted strong, a harsh tartness with an underlying metallic twist like the taste of fresh steel, new from the forge.

It was almost too much, and I shut my eyes, letting my senses adjust, before returning to his length with long sweeps, his groans from above counterpoint to the harshness of my ragged breath as I explored his uniqueness, pausing to sip from the seeping cup of his organ as he shuddered from the oral pleasure, his precum refilling the hollowed opening to overflow.

His fluids matched his tang, wild and bittersweet, and as the taste flowed into me, I swallowed once, then again, building up a steady rhythm of lapping and oral stroking, as he continued to swell and pulse, his tip flaring wildly at each caressing touch from my mouth as his claws clenched beside my head, shredding the timber at the edge of the bath into shards which dropped to float beside us.

I knew he was getting close as his groaning intensified, ripples quivering the water's surface as he shuddered and bucked beneath me and I realised, suddenly and with all my being, I wanted his release, as I so desperately wanted my own.

So I abandoned all pretence and opened my mouth wide, engulfing his huge tip in a single plunge that had him thrust deep into my throat with a muffled snarl, back arching high as his body spasmed from the touch, his orgasm rocking him from head to tail.

Having flared to its maximum, his tip plugged my mouth and I gagged suddenly as the hot gush of fluids pumped down my throat, my frantic swallowing sending them to fill my stomach even as I gasped to breathe through my nose to ease my aching lungs. Still, I managed somehow, juggling the pulse of fluids with the need for air for the long moments until he collapsed, spent, against the cushioning sides of the tub. As the spray subsided he jerked back and, with a splurt, pulled free from my mouth as his body splashed backwards into the depths of the sudsy water.

Neither of us moved for an eon, both lost in the moment. Still, I guess my slack-jawed, stunned expression must have spoken volumes, as and I looked up at the sudden giggle from above. Looking up from the swirling water, I encountered a very amused and highly sated muzzle leaning down a few inches from my face, as he slowly drew his tongue across my chin and cheek cleaning my flesh before smacking his lips as he muttered in amusement “You missed a bit there."

Snorting, I wiped off his saliva with a hand cupped full of bath water, even as the dark taste in my mouth continued to envelope my senses. I must have unconsciously smacked my lips together as another snigger followed and I met his amused look, sending the dragon a wry grin in return before reaching forward to wrap arms around his neck and pulling myself against his chest to snuggle against the warm scales in satisfaction.

“Not much, I'd say" I retorted, tracing a gentle finger down his jowl and he smiled happily, reaching up to cup my hands and bring them to his lips in a kiss.

“No, not much at all. You were…" he began, but chortled softly as I interrupted dryly “Amazing? Fantastic? Beyond all comprehension?"

Nodding, he leaned forward and kissed me tenderly, enveloping me in his arms and good wing to lie against his still-heaving chest, his pulse quickened against my breast.

“You are the most amazing person I've ever met" he said simply and softly, and I didn't reply, my own feelings sharing the moment.

Stroking the soft, leathery scales of his chest, I sighed and rested my head against him. As he nuzzled my hair, I whispered “You know I love you, don't you?"

He froze, then sighed in reply, hugging me firmly. “Oh Camilla, I think I fell in love with you the moment we met. That moment when you stood over me, bloody and beaten, after you took on those three thugs, you looked down at me, and I truly thought my life was over. But then… then, you reached down and undid my bonds, releasing me and trusting me in return. I could have done anything to you then, Cam. You were exhausted, nearly unconscious, yet you were so brave, and kind and… And I felt something then I've never felt before, for anyone, including my own kind."

Squeezing me again, he murmured. "Everything you've done since that fateful evening has done nothing to change my feelings for you. I've seen past your facade, past the mask of toughness and anger, to the truly amazing, wonderful person beneath. I couldn't imagine spending my time with anyone else, and screw anyone who doesn't think it right."

Sniggering into his chest, I raised my face to meet his eyes and said “Oh, they'll be plenty of those, Argy. Trust me, they'll be crawling out the woodwork to have their say if we ever become public knowledge. Are you sure there isn't some sweet scaly lady out there for you, from amongst your past conquests?"

He turned away then. “I have never shared with another, Cam."

OK, that floored me a bit. Thinking I'd heard him wrong, I raised myself up and stared at him a little incredulously. “You're not serious?"

Nodding, he shrugged wing and shoulder, a wry expression on his face. “Yep. I am afraid I have never experienced this before tonight. Honestly, I never have especially wanted to, given there's no one who I cared enough for to desire it."

Narrowing my eyes, I asked curiously “And you desire me then?"

He nodded, and didn't expand. Heck, I don't think there was really much more he could have said.

Still, a twinge of guilt did curl through my conscious as I snuggled back against him. Did I mean it, I derided myself? Did I truly have the sorts of feelings for him that I should have reserved for one of my own kind?

The answer I gave myself was decisive, and I suddenly realised I felt it to my core.

Yes, the feelings were true. He was the person whom I had given my trust, absolute and wholly. He was the person I shared my most intimate thoughts and desires, who took me in his arms and expected nothing in return.

I'd never loved anyone before. Desired yes, lusted most definitely, but love? No.

And I loved him with everything within me.

Closing my eyes, I lay quietly as we embraced, until a giggle wormed its way from my chest, snorting from my nose in a sudden, mood breaking explosion which had Argy regard me in amusement.

“Dare I ask?" he asked, and I dared reply, sharing my thoughts with my new lover.

“I just want to be there when we explain all this to my father!"

He grunted, eyes wide as he pondered the implications there, before laughing loudly.

“Yes, that's going to be one for the records, for sure."

Grinning, I stroked his chest, eliciting a quiver through the tight muscles beneath as I kissed his scales softly. Still, a teasing thought crept into my conscious, and I questioned “You do know I'm still feeling antsy as hell, don't you, dragon?"

Grinning, he murmured “I suppose you want me to do something about that then?"

“Only if you don't want to be jumped by an ornery, horny human she-bitch, you should" and he laughed lightly before lifting me with strong arms, laying me back in the soft folds of his wing as his face dropped to mine, nuzzling my cheek. “I thought you'd never ask" his reply was light, and my smirk turned to a gasp as his muzzle pressed against my breast, soft tongue probing the crease between to lovingly slide across my right nipple, which sprang to unbearable hardness at his touch.

Oh shit, I thought, that felt so good. But nothing compared to his next action, as his attention slowly crept lower, warm lips tantalising my waist and navel until, with a touch that left me gasping, he met my other lips with his own, lavishing pleasure in a way I'd never before experienced by any man.

Damn, there was something to be said for possessing a ten inch prehensile tongue. As he explored my depths, breath heavy through his nostrils as his muzzle pressed hard against my entrance, seeking further than any man could hope to reach, I arched up at his touch, his wing cradling me like soft, heavy burlap as his eyes closed and he made to elicit the maximum response.

Truly, at that moment, the thought awakened even as my body's involuntary acceptance accelerated, that this wasn't the bestial rutting of a non-sentient creature seeking its own release. He sought to pleasure me, to arouse me, and to encourage my enjoyment at every turn. To bring my arousal to its heights, and show his appreciation of my ready acceptance of him.

Damn, it felt seriously fucking good, too.

He must have sensed my approaching ecstasy, as he paused, long tongue withdrawing as a trail of our fluids tied his lips to my own until, with a quick movement, he cleaned his muzzle with a long swipe of his tongue.

Body screaming in protest, I swallowed hard, dropping my face to meet his eyes as his lips quirked, grin quickening his face as he flexed his wing muscles, rolling me against him as he lifted his head to nuzzle my cheek, while my body pressed against him from chest to waist. His tail lifted between my legs, which spread involuntarily as my legs wrapped around the thick appendage to cross and lock against his extended spine ridge.

I could feel the heat from his flesh against mine, the fire within his body hot and needy matching my own. His leaned down, muzzle close as we exchanged breath and he clasped me tightly against him with his wing, forearms crossing around my back before he ever so gently raked his claws from my shoulders to my buttocks, which tensed at the forbidden pleasure of his touch.

As I lay on him, gasping at the touch, he nuzzled my ear and, finally, with a suddenness that left me gasping, pressed himself into me.

It was a shock, unlike anything I'd ever experienced before, the flared head pushed against my opening with a firmness so different to the pointed head of a man. For a long moment, I almost despaired our union would occur, our bodies too different to accommodate each other's uniqueness, until the pressure passed a turning point, my opening stretched wider than I thought possible and, with an almost audible pop, he entered me fully.

My God, he was huge, my mind screamed, the thick flared head plunging deep into my well-aroused chamber, and I thanked my lucky stars he'd prepared me so thoroughly moments earlier. Still, a wilder, more voyeuristic part of me laughed hysterically, screaming “you're fucking a dragon!" and I nearly voiced it out loud, until with a tensing of his waist, he pulled back, the edges of his spread head rasping my vaginal walls, only to plunge into my depths again as he thrust into me again.

A moan escaped me, encouraged as Argy's thrust accelerated, the bathing chamber echoing from the sounds of splashing bath water, and my groaning as he slowly sped up his movements. I almost cried out then, but he shocked me as his muzzle pressed hard against my neck, thin lips spread as his teeth met my vulnerable flesh, an area every part of my instinct screamed to protect. Instead, I gave myself to him, arching my head back and exposing myself as his teeth nibbled so carefully, even as his claws bit into my shoulder blades, several breaking the skin to send tiny rivulets of blood trailing down my wet, goose bumped flesh into the water beneath.

An eternity passed, fuelled by our union as my groans intensified, breath harsh as I sought for air as his thrusting continued. A distant part of my mind registered his full penetration, his waist pressed tightly against me as our legs encircled each other tightly, meeting each thrust to drive him further and faster into me.

It couldn't last; hell, I couldn't last, and something had to give, be it my body or my sanity. Nothing, no-one could ever feel this good and survive the experience. The bittersweet pleasure of his huge organ pounding my cervix, pointed rubbery tip pressing into the forbidden opening, and the huge flared head rasping my flesh with every movement as his thick fluids seeped into my body, was unbearable, and my body lost all control. I screamed out as his jaws opened wide, grabbing my neck tightly but gently as I shuddered into an incredible orgasm, the rumbling snarl as his own body shuddered to release vibrating through me as I grabbed for his horns, wrenching his head against my own as we spiralled into ecstasy.

Time froze then, an eternity in which nothing registered but sensation and bliss, and by the time I registered his jaws releasing me, I collapsed exhausted against him, face pressed against his soft neck scales as he dropped his head backwards to lie with his throat raised, a low rumble escaping as his own exhaustion overwhelmed him, limbs limp as we plunged back deep within the tub's water, bodies still joined as one.

I couldn't think at that moment. Nothing else registered, not the water, not the chill air, but just his presence against and within me. My friend, my lover, coupled in a manner that many would find inconceivable, but I could not bear the thought of forgoing. It wasn't until he groaned again, tracing the pads of his forepaws up and down my back that I came to what little senses I had remaining and stirred, the pressure from the contact tingling as a marked contrast to the sudden aching of my roughened back and bruised neck; sensations I would not have given the world to prevent.

Still, as his tail stirred and the thick organ within me moved, an involuntary hysteria manifest, and I giggled, a sound shocking in the stillness of the room, sending his arched body down as he returned to face me, the most gratified look on his face leaving his long tongue lolling from his mouth in satisfaction.

I reached up and cupped his cheek as I brought his mouth to my own, his eyes shutting as he thrummed at my stroking suddenly muted as I kissed him deeply, my amusement heightened as he giggled suddenly in return, breaking the contact to view me sardonically.

“That was fun" he muttered, sniggering as I rolled me eyes and slapped his scaly cheek lightly, shooting him a wry look.

“Apparently still is, given you're still stuck fast in me. Are you planning on removing that thing any time soon?"

Sniggering again, he grabbed me tightly, arching his tail as he pressed against me, and sending the offending organ into me deeply, a gasp my reply.

“Nope! I plan on staying for a while, given I've already made myself at home here" he said, nuzzling my hair affectionately, and I laughed, kissing his ear lightly.

His eyes must have caught the scratches on my back, as he craned his head over my shoulder, licking my abused flesh gently. “I am sorry for that. I must have gotten a bit carried away" he muttered, and I shrugged, nonplussed and nuzzled his neck.

“I think you took me with you, dragon" I grinned, as he gave me a sardonic look.

“Seems that way, human!" he responded, and I laughed, turning to a gasp as he pulled back suddenly, his organ withdrawing from my body with an audible plop.

Watching slow, turgid trails of milkiness rise to the water's surface between us, I leaned back against him and sighed. “Lucky we're in the tub, otherwise that might cause some questions. Could be difficult to remove from the bedding."

Grinning, he clutched me close and sighed into my neck. “Is it a problem, do you think? For next time, I mean?"

“Not for me, but the maid may have a coronary!" I snorted, and he laughed then, a light-hearted sound that set my heart ablaze.

Still, regardless of the comfort of our position, there was no denying the rapidly reduced appeal of the cooling water, and I leaned back, hands resting on his chest as I viewed my lover's beautiful form. I smiled, and kissed him again, before clambering up from his arms and struggling from the tub, my muscles surprisingly weak as I dropped to the tiles and reached for a towel, rubbing the soft material across my shoulders and chest only to turn and see Argy lounging against the edge of the bath, enjoying my appearance.

“Like what you see then?" I said coquettishly, and my entire being rejoiced at his reply.

“Beyond measure, beautiful."

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Authors Note:

Well, that was hard to write. Sex is difficult! Had to dig up my all for that, as well as chase up a few fantasies to fill in the blanks.

I suppose the outcome speaks for itself; I'm a pervert ;)

So, here's where I have a few things to say about what I write, and why I write it.

Firstly, dragons.

Which apparently come in every variety conceivable, really. Even more apparently crossed with every imaginable creature, to produce some fairly interesting, and often disturbingly fucked up, hybrids, which would make most geneticists cringe and shudder.

Now, me, I have a thing about dragons.

I like dragons. A lot.

Normal dragons. Typical medieval, lizardy dragons.

Not wolf-dragons, or fox-dragons, or flaming fox-wolf-space alien-dragons in rainbow colours.

I mean, your typical boring old “Dragon and the George" dragon, is what I like.

With this in mind, a few harsh realities spring to mind.

Firstly, they're a variety of reptiloid. Always have been.

I don't have an issue with them being warm blooded. In fact, realistically, they likely would be warm blooded, in the same way they now believe a large variety of dinosaurs are warm blooded.

But they have scales, and claws, and teeth, in a very reptilian way and, like reptilians, they would most probably have certain characteristics in keeping with this, and every similar species.

Name me one reptilian creature, or descendant of reptilian creature, with breasts.

Name one, I dare you to try.

They aren't likely mammalian, so why would they breast feed?

Hell, even a lot of mammals don't breast feed, and some even lay eggs, namely platypus and the like.

But show me one avian or reptilian creature on this planet that breast feeds, and I'll grow a pair of big, vast dangly tits myself to try it myself.

Second, most lay eggs. Yes, some live birth, but as a rule, they lay eggs.

Thirdly, most do not have 2 openings. Or three. Or pouches, or tits (oh, I already mentioned the ludicrousness of tits, huh).

They almost all have a single opening, which whether it yanks your chain or not is not my problem.

So, in summary, no tits, no pouches, no multiple openings, no long, wavy hair blowing in the wind, and definitely no hangy, droopy balls getting in the way.

Sure, I can hear some people screaming “But they're imaginary, so I can do/write/draw anything I can think of.

Of course you can! You wanna draw all the tits and balls on a dragon you like, go for it!

I often fantasise I drive a Ferrari, and have a bank account balance with twenty zeroes in front of it, but that doesn't make it all that likely in reality, huh? Not even in most of my fantasies, and believe me, you do NOT wanna go in there! Shudder!

As you know, I write to realism, 'cause I like realism.

No dragon boobs, no bizarrely human dicks (shit, how boring!), no copious volumes of ejaculatory fluid – REALISM!

Which brings me to knots.

Now, knots are cool. I have a soft spot for knots (or a hard spot, or... well, you get what I'm saying)

They are also THE most over utilised anatomical anomaly in the furry furdom.

Let's put it in perspective.

Canines have knots.

Some other odd animals, such as the fossa, have knots.

That is, to my understanding, basically it!

Now, in the bulk of furry stories (my own included, I cringe to say) gryphon's have knots.

A combination of feline and avian having a knot is just...well... Unlikely. Even if you could cross-breed them successfully, overcoming the massive genetic compatibility issues involved, there wouldn't be any reason for it to occur at all.

Not that it doesn't make good reading, but hell...

Nor do racoon, or cats, or most other fuzzy creatures IRL.

So, if most mammalian creatures don't have one, why would a reptiloid dragon have a knot?

Show me a reptile, or an avian, of any species IRL anywhere, with a canine-like knot, and I'll strip naked, and line dance for you.

Which would be ugly beyond all reason, as I dance like a retarded chicken on crack.

Sure, some reptiles have spines. Some have nasty swelling bits, and some do all sorts of fucked up shit which could be insanely unpleasant to experience, but there are no canine dongs with knots anywhere.

Cloaca, hemipenes, everted organs, bizarre shapes, seminal grooves, sure. But no knots.

So, if you're wondering why Argy hasn't got a huge dog shaped dong with a knot (or, even more horrendous, a 12 inch human cock spurting spunk everywhere), twin holes, external balls, and bulging titties...well, because it's just really, really unlikely.

Even more unlikely than the existence of dragons at all.

Sorry.

Besides, I'm a pervert, and I think he's pretty fucking hot as is, and it's just knot needed! ;)

Anyway, after my procrastinated rant, while the story is going places, I'm considering a bit of a breather from it.

Not saying I won't be continuing. It's just I can see it becoming a long, drawn out saga, like the Ranger's story, and could be going ad infinitum, which I'm just not into now.

I will continue it, promise! But might do a few other things in between chapters.

Don't despair, tho. It will progress.

Even I want to see what happens next! ;)