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As Mike slowly woke up, his eyes fluttered open, and he found himself immersed in a surreal scene. The surroundings were bathed in a soft, ethereal glow, casting a delicate cream light upon everything. Beside him lay Leena, her head resting gently on the pillow, her presence offering both comfort and reassurance. He could feel the warmth emanating from her body as she held him tightly against her chest, her paws enveloping him in a protective embrace.

Taking a moment to fully comprehend his surroundings, Mike blinked a few times, allowing his vision to adjust. His gaze shifted to the blanket that covered them, a blanket he couldn't recall ever owning. Above him, it draped like a canopy, its colour reminiscent of a soothing tan hue. With a sense of curiosity, he reached out and traced his fingertips along the surface of the unfamiliar fabric.

To his amazement, the texture of the blanket was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. As his fingers glided across the material, he noticed a subtle reaction from Leena, her eyes moved under her eyelids and her lip twitched ever so slightly.

The fabric revealed an intricate spiderweb pattern, delicate lines crisscrossing in an elegant dance. Yet, it was not just the pattern that captured his attention. The colour a faint, almost imperceptible pink hue infused the network of lines. And as if infused with a subtle life force, the fabric pulsated gently from time to time, its rhythmic movements adding an enchanting allure to the already bewitching scene.

Inquisitively, Mike pressed his hand against the strange material, marvelling at its organic-like texture. It yielded to his touch with a surprising warmth, as if it had a life of its own. The fabric glided beneath his fingers, offering a silky smoothness that was both comforting and alluring.

Leena stirred from her slumber, her voice muffled and drowsy. "That tickles," she mumbled, her eyes still closed, her lips curling into a contented smile. Mike turned his attention to her, realizing that this blanket was infact apart of her.

Regretful, Mike withdrew his hand and glanced back at the light cream blanket, a newfound realization dawning upon him. The understanding settled in, prompting him to apologize. "Sorry, I didn't know..." he murmured softly.

In response, Leena gently retracted her wing, which had been draped protectively over him. The cream-colored membranes of her wings folded with a graceful precision, neatly tucking between the fingers of her dark, majestic wings.

Leena smacked her lips a few times, signalling her waking up, and then tensed her entire body in a luxurious stretch. Embracing Mike firmly against her, she held him in a warm, affectionate hug for a few precious seconds before relaxing with a contented sigh. The strength of her embrace radiated a sense of security and tenderness, causing a warm smile to spread across Mike's face.

Curiosity still gnawed at him, and he couldn't help but wonder about the time. However, her head was in the way of the clock on the wall. "What time is it?" he inquired.

Leena, keeping her eyes closed, yawned deeply, her lips briefly revealing the glint of her sharp fangs before she dropped her head back onto the firm mattress. Her voice carried a heavy dose of drowsiness as she replied, "It's not 'get up o'clock'." The humour in her words caused a gentle chuckle to escape Mike.

His gaze lingered upon Leena's face, savouring the intricate beauty of her face. The elegant curves of her head, accentuated by the smoothness of her scales, held an allure that captivated him. From their close proximity, he could observe the individual plates of her tangerine scales, their smoothness rendering them almost seamless. Though their colour appeared dull in the soft light, their texture exuded a delicate elegance.

Examining her scales more closely, Mike marvelled at their uniqueness. Each scale possessed its own distinct pattern, akin to the delicate veins on a leaf, creating a tapestry of diversity across her body.

His smile widened as Leena traced her paws gently across his chest, her body nestled closely against his back. The intimate connection between them, combined with the mesmerizing sight before him, filled him with a profound sense of contentment. Suddenly, Leena's eyes snapped open, revealing a look of surprise that washed over her face. Her gaze darted across his features, from his face down to his bare chest, her astonishment palpable. "Umm... This isn't a dream, is it?" she stammered, her words laced with a hint of uncertainty.

Mike couldn't help but laugh at her reaction, his voice laced with gentle teasing. "You dream about me often?" he jested, a playful glimmer in his eyes. Startled by her own realization, Leena swiftly withdrew her paws from his chest and attempted to rise, her movements inadvertently causing her long tail and a horn to collide with the wall in a resounding thud. Concern etched across his face; Mike hurriedly tried to calm her down. Rolling onto his knees, he carefully stepped off the mattress, creating space between them. "Woah, watch it!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with worry.

Leena's gaze swept across the room, her mind piecing together the fragments of her hazy recollection. "This is your dorm," she stated, her voice tinged with drowsiness as she turned her attention back to Mike. "We came here after your shift... How much did I drink?"

A tender smile crossed Mike's lips as he picked up the empty whiskey bottle from the floor, using his finger to indicate the amount. "About this much, all at once," he replied, his tone gentle but laced with amusement.

Leena smiled sadly, memories resurfacing as the fog slightly lifted. "I probably shouldn't have done that," she admitted weakly, unable to meet his gaze. Her attention shifted to the view beyond the dorm window, her head throbbing in response to the sudden awakening and the lingering effects of the alcohol.

Mike saw her sniff the air a few times and then look to him in his boxer shorts. "Did we...." Leena asked, her voice lingering on the air.

"No, nothing happened... Apart from some kissing. You got drunk pretty quick." Mike said and felt a bit sad when she let out a sigh of relief and sat down on the mattress. His reaction not missed by her.

"Thank-you Mike." She said, her voice genuine and sincere. She wrapped her tail around her feet tightly as she sat awkwardly on the bed. "I...." She started, not knowing exactly what to say. "Are you working today?"

Mike fished out a singlet from a drawer and pulled it on as he spoke, "not today. I was going to do some resume dropping." With his singlet on he leant against the counter of the kitchenette.

Leena nodded in thought, trying to process her emotions. Wanting to ask him a million questions, but afraid of the answers, he was one of her only friends, and very much the closest and didn't want to lose what they had.

"How about you?" Mike asked trying to fill the awkward silence that hung in the air.

Leena finally processed what he said, and he saw a flicker of sadness on her face. "I'll probably head home I guess."

Mike could tell that was not what she wanted to do, "how about you come with me? We both need a job after graduation." He offered and saw her eyes light up. "And we could provide get some breakfast or something."

Leena looked to him and smiled, "yeah, I would like that." Eager to spend more time with him and less with her parent's judgmental comments. "I feel a bit gross though. I might use the campus showers first." She said. Mike's dorm was on the edge of the University campus, and she knew of some showers near the health clinic area.

"Okay, well I need to have a shower too. How about I come find you, and we go from there?" Mike suggested, rummaging through a basket on the floor to retrieve clean clothes. Unbeknownst to him, Leena's gaze fixated on his toned physique as he bent over, the sight triggering a rush of thoughts and emotions within her.

As Mike straightened up, he caught Leena staring at him. Perplexed, he asked, "What?" Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she shook her head with a shy smile, choosing not to reveal the thoughts that danced through her mind.

"Yes, that sounds like a plan," she replied, her voice carrying a mix of eagerness and restraint. Rising from the bed, she padded toward the door, using a paw to swing it open. "See you soon," she added before stepping into the hallway, her graceful figure disappearing from his sight.

With a gentle paw, Leena closed the door behind her, the faint click echoing in the corridor. Walking down the narrow hall, her mind buzzed with a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. Two voices battled within her, their arguments echoing in her head.

"Why didn't he say something?"

"Maybe he was scared?"

"You're not pretty enough."

"He is a male..."

"But he didn't even try. What does that mean?"

"Why should he try? Why didn't you ask him?"

"That's not very 'ness like!"

"So? Take what you want. That's very dragon-like."

Gnashing her teeth in frustration, she descended the stairs, each step carrying her farther away from Mike's bed. The internal debate continued to rage within her, testing her emotions and challenging her perceptions.

"Why do you need him to ask you? He clearly likes you."

Leena paused and glanced back up the flight of stairs, her eyes contemplating the idea of returning and opening up to Mike. A mischievous smile tugged at her lips as she imagined herself bursting through the door while he stood under the shower's cascading water, an exhilarating and enticing image that fuelled her imagination.

Leena murmured to herself, "Maybe later," as she redirected her focus towards the showers. With a panoramic view of the sprawling park that formed the centre of the campus, she couldn't resist the urge to take flight. With a powerful push of her wings, she took flight, beating them twice to gain a little altitude before gracefully gliding across to the building on the opposite side. The early morning hours on a weekend meant the campus was deserted, and she landed with a light trot as she approached the shower facilities.

The university boasted a substantial health clinic and a biomechanics division, making it a hub for dragon-related studies. Consequently, the facilities were designed to accommodate the larger dragon frame. As Leena stepped into the shower block, her claws clicked against the tiled floor, the sound reverberating off the sturdy concrete walls. The motion-activated lights instantly flickered on, illuminating the space. She unfastened her harness, hanging it up on a hook fixed to the wall.

With her large black paws, Leena deftly manipulated the knobs, adjusting the settings until hot water began to flow from a generously sized showerhead mounted on the ceiling. Although not as luxurious as her shower at home, she paid little attention to the disparity. Stepping into the soothing stream, she reached for the dispenser bolted to the tiles and squeezed out a few pumps of soap. Rubbing it into her scales, she focused on her face and chest, where traces of oily residue from her fire-breathing still lingered.

Her paws moved in a deliberate dance, tracing the curves and contours of her body. To her discerning nose, the scent of the soap seemed cheap and chemical, but she appreciated its cleansing properties as she lathered it into her scales. The foaming action worked its magic, removing any stubborn dirt. As she ran her paw between her legs, ensuring thorough cleanliness, a fleeting fantasy danced in her mind, imagining a human hand caressing her. She quickly dismissed the thought, continuing down her tail, curling it around to reach with her front paws as she sat on the cool tile floor. Finally, she stepped back under the invigorating shower stream, allowing it to rinse away the suds.

Leena tilted her head upward, basking in the cascading water as it coursed down her face and neck. The sensation brought her a profound sense of tranquillity and calm. However, as the water enveloped her, her thoughts gravitated towards the events of the previous night. Scenes and sensations flickered through her memories, images of her lips pressing against Mike's while he lay beneath her. A mischievous smirk played upon her lips as she noticed her heart quickening its pace and a delightful warmth suffusing her body, reminding her of the electric connection they had shared.

Leena lost track of time, the chaotic white noise of the water in the tiled bathroom lulling away her worries until she heard someone clear their throat. Her head snapping to the direction and opening her eyes, blinking away the water.

"I bought you a couple of towels" Mike said, his back to her and looking awkwardly down at the ground.

Leena smiled at his awkwardness and turned off the shower. "Why are you facing that way, Mike?" She said, her voice low with a hint of amusement.

"You're... naked." Mike said and looked up at the ceiling. Leena's laughter echoing off the walls which caused him to smile.

Leena approached Mike from behind, her sleek body shimmering with droplets of water. Gently taking the towel he offered with her mouth, she gracefully twisted her neck, draping it over her shoulders. Settling herself on the damp floor, she used her paws to rub the towel against her glistening scales. With a mischievous smirk, she quipped, "I'm always naked, Mike." She couldn't help but find amusement in the human tendency to cover themselves with clothes and the reactions it elicited.

Mike glanced over his shoulder to confirm and then turned around, his eyes captivated by the sight before him. "I mean, of course. But you looked..." he trailed off, his gaze fixated on her glossy, wet scales as she methodically dried her front forearms with the towel.

Leena continued her movements, tracking the towel with her head until she flicked her eyes toward him, catching him staring. "I looked what, Mike?" she prodded playfully, her towel now moving along her long neck.

"Wet," Mike replied matter-of-factly, struggling to find the right words to convey the mesmerizing sleekness and vulnerability she exhibited under the shower's embrace.

Leena smiled, understanding the unspoken message. "Hey, Mike, last night..." she began softly, but her words were interrupted.

"Hey, it's okay. You had a bit to drink. I get it. It means nothing," Mike interjected, his voice tinged with pain. Saying the words felt like stabbing his own heart.

Leena's eyes locked with his as she lifted a wing, using the towel to dry her sides. "Nothing? Are you sure?" she probed, watching his every move, her gaze unwavering. She saw him swallow, his eyes darting over her form before returning to meet hers. The way he was captivated by her body filled her with confidence, emboldening her.

"That's what you wanted, right?" Mike asked, his voice laced with hope, hoping that she was expressing what he longed to hear.

Leena turned around, presenting her other side to him as she continued to dry herself. The movement offered him a full view of her wet rump. "Is that what you wanted?" Leena asked softly, running the towel down the side of her body and along the leading edge of her strong thigh. She savoured every moment of his gaze as she slowly dragged the moist towel over her scales.

"I... I'm sorry, what did you say?" Mike stammered, his gaze transfixed on her toned body, his fingers clutching the last dry towel.

Leena's laughter filled the air once again. "Mike! Come on, buddy!" she laughed, his face flushing with embarrassment. "Use your words!"

"What?" Mike exclaimed, his voice layered with confusion as he noticed she had stopped drying herself, her rump and tail still dripping wet. Leena tossed the wet towel onto the ground, letting it land with a wet slap that jolted Mike's attention back to her face.

"Okay, I'll lead." She said with a wide smile and brought her head down to his. "I really enjoyed last night. Even if I don't really remember most of it." She said softly and watched his cheeks blush. "I think you are cute and a real gentle-drake, I mean gentleman."

Mike was stunned, but her words made his heart soar. "I... It was nothing." He said, trying to play it cool. His heart thumping in his chest and palms sweating into the dry towel he was clutching too desperately.

Leena's smirk widened as she felt the warmth of Mike's breath and his nervousness emanating from him. Her snout drew closer to his face, her kind eyes piercing into his soul. "Nothing?" she whispered, her voice a mere breath away from his lips. "I don't think it was nothing," she declared, her gaze shifting between his eyes and his mouth.

Mike could sense the anticipation building between them, his body instinctively moving closer. Their lips met, a tender and gentle connection that enveloped them both. As they kissed, he held the towel in one hand, using the other to caress the back of her jaw, deepening the intensity of their embrace. Her lips against his were soft and soothing, a stark contrast to the fervent passion of their previous encounter. It was a welcome change, a moment of tender connection amidst their shared desire.

In the solitude of the shower, with only each other as witnesses, their kiss continued, punctuated by the soft moans escaping from Leena's mouth. Mike opened his eyes to steal a glance, finding her eyes closed in pure bliss. Before she pulled back, she gave her bottom lip a seductive lick, her eyes opening to meet his gaze. Mike's heart raced as he looked up at her, a smile spreading across his face. "Maybe something," he admitted, the words heavy with longing and possibility.

Leena's smile mirrored his own as she turned her rump towards him, a playful glint in her eyes. "Can you help dry me?" she teased, her wet scales reaching his chest height. He glanced down at the towel still clutched in his trembling hands, then back at her, seeing her neck curling around to watch him with anticipation. "I seem to be wet," she added, her playful grin inviting him to join in the light-heartedness of the moment.

Mike burst into laughter at her words, relieved that she joined in as well. "Sure," he replied, his voice gentle as he unfolded the towel. "Like this?" he asked, draping the fluffy fabric over her rump and slowly dragging it across her sleek scales, enjoying the texture of the towel as it absorbed the water and left her with a glistening shine.

"That's it" she smiled and watched him work, the feeling of someone else taking care of her making her feel safe and content. "Just like head pats." She joked and smiled when he chuckled.

Mike tried to fill the silence, afraid it would become awkward. "Is there a preferred method or just dry everywhere?" He said as he rubbed the towel over the base of her tail, afraid to go any lower, but desperately wanting too.

"Remember our lesson on plumbing?" Leena asked and saw his eyes go wide. "No.... I mean, water goes downhill. Start at the top and work your way down."

Mike cleared his throat, "of course." And started to move the towel down the top side of her tail, he couldn't help but marvel at the smooth texture and warmth of her body as his fingers moved closer to the tip of her tail. Her long tail was muscular, but as he squeezed it gently through the towel, he could feel that it had plenty of give. She held her tail at a comfortable height for him as he worked, enjoying the tender care he gave. As he got to the tip, she flicked it up, encouraging him to dry underneath it, she saw his other hand tremble as he placed it on her tail for support.

"It's okay, I won't bite." She said and smiled when she heard him exhale a breath, he didn't know he was holding. "Unless you like a good nibble." She added with an eyebrow raised.

Mike laughed nervously, "I'm afraid I don't have the neck scales for a bite." He said as he slowly worked his way towards the base of her tail. As he stroked her scales with the towel, she couldn't help but lift her tail slightly, an automatic reflex to the sensitive area but also helped him have better access.

"Oh, so you know about a mating bite, do you?" She teased, enjoying his face going red. "Have you seen one before?"

"Only in videos." Mike said with a weak smile and saw her looking back at him with her mouth slightly open, a large grin on her snout. "Oh ha-ha, yes Leena. I have watched dragon porn before!"

"Well look at you, you kinky thing." Leena teased.

Mike blushed and focused on drying her tail, ever so slowly moving his way in the direction of her hips. "Oh, come on, I was curious.... But can I ask you a question?" He said, they were already in such an intimate position he felt he could get an honest answer.

"Sure Mike, what do you want to know?" She said softly, her heart beating a bit faster now he was approaching her rump with the towel.

Mike stroked her undertail a few more times before looking to her, "in the videos I've watched of humans on 'ness. The 'ness always seems so into it. But when I saw what a male dragon is packing.... I just... You know?"

Leena's laugh cackled through the shower, her tail bouncing with every shudder of her body. "Ha ha, oh Mike!" She gasped, the innocent look on his face as he blushed, she regained her composure and grinned. "Mike those dragons with monster cocks are performers, okay?"

Mike caught her tail and gently pulled it back down to his towel, "I know they are actors but is a human dick not satisfying?"

Leena could see his concerned look. "Mike, a 'ness is rarely concerned about the size of the cock, okay?"

"Oh, if you say it's what you do with it, I know your lying." Mike said with a chuckle.

"No, I wasn't going to say that. I mean, not many dragonesses want a big log of derg cock driven so far into their core that they see stars, okay?" She teased, "each dragoness is different, some like the big burly drake who pins them down and holds their neck, others.... Don't. That make sense?"

"I guess." He said unconvincingly. His shoulders now at her hind legs as he reached under her thick tail base. "What is it that works for you?" He asked and looked to her gentle face.

"Well, that's the first turn on for me," she said softly, her voice low and honest. "Asking me what I want." She added and looked around the room absentminded, while she lifted her tail slightly causing Mike's eyes to go wider as he felt her shift. "I have enough dragons trying to control my life without me having another one pinning me down. I prefer the softer partners...... You've stopped drying me." Leena added and looked back to see his slack jawed expression.

"Sorry" he said quickly "I'll do your legs." He said and crouched down, wrapping the damp towel around the inside of her leg and gently rubbed it up the inside of her calf. "Have you ever dated a human?" Mike asked, she had mentioned dating a few dragons but never someone like him.

"This is new for me too." Leena said as he worked his way up to inside her thigh. "Your hands are really good at this." She said softly, enjoying how his fingers were so gentle on her scales.

"Thanks" he mumbled, as her thigh for thicker towards her hip he leaned against it and wrapped his arms around her leg, padding the towel gently higher. "How do you normally do this by yourself?" He asked genuinely.

Leena chuckled and waited for him to get a bit higher towards her groin before answering with a smile, "I don't use a towel to be honest, usually just a shake off and then the flight to Uni takes care of the rest."

Mike paused his stroking, his towel only a few inches away from a tight line in her scales. "Wait, so why did you ask me to dry you?" He said suddenly.

Leena's laugh made him smile and look to her, his hands still wrapped around her thigh. "I don't know, why did you bring me towels?" she teased.

"I thought you needed them" his voice tense with embarrassment, he pulled his hands back and took a step back away from her.

Leena chuckled and turned her rump to him. "Mike, I didn't say stop." She said and ever so slowly lifted her tail up, not enough to expose her slit to him, but enough for him to notice. When she felt the towel touch under her tail she continued, "so what sort of things do you watch dragons do?" She said playfully, trying to distract him.

Mike's face was beat red as he traced his hand over the curve of her undertail and into the valley where her legs met her groin. "Umm, you know... A variety of things."

Leena smirked and blinked as she felt the towel go over her slit, its damp piles making her breath hitch slightly. "A... A variety.... But what specifically do you like? She gasped and lifted her tail a bit higher.

Mike swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly very dry. "I'm not getting off the hook, am I?" He asked, knowing the answer by her smiling face. "Fine, I kind of like human on 'ness." He glanced up at her face again and saw her wink back at him. "But to be honest I don't know if I could... Measure up. If you know what I mean."

"Don't be so hard on yourself Mike, I'm sure you have more to offer than just your dick... How about you lose the towel?" Leena said softly, "I'm curious as to what your fingers can do."

Mike swallowed hard at what he was hearing and withdrew the towel from between her legs and dropped it on the ground, "could you.... Would it be okay if you lay down?" He said and rubbed his hands over her rump tenderly, his palms gliding over her smooth hide.

Leena looked around and saw a dry area in the corner of the shower block and padded over to it, Mike's hands not leaving her flank. She gently lay down on her side and Mike knelt down just behind her back legs. "You are really beautiful Leena, I'm not sure if I've said that yet." He said gently as he caressed her thigh, encouraging her to lift it slightly out of the way.

Leena's heart raced, this was not her first time, but the tenderness and vulnerability of Mike made her feel special. "I can't remember, tell me again?" Her voice low and alluring, Mike looked down her prone body to where she had curled her neck around to look back at him, her bright eyes disarming him completely as she spread her powerful legs for his questing fingers.

"You are though. I love that you are so strong, but gentle as well...... I'm sorry that didn't make sense." He said and shook his head.

"Please, go on?" Leena said and shuffled her hips closer to him. Enjoying his praise and gentle touch as he brought his hands down the back of her thigh and on the base of her tail. He put some pressure on her with his hands and she gasped, the underside of her tail was a very sensitive spot, and he was kneading her body into putty.

"The way you move, you are just so elegant. Like a... I don't know, like something that is graceful...." Mike stuttered, his words leaving him as he glanced down between her legs and saw her slit for all its glory, usually hidden by her lowered tail, now it was exposed just for him. A pink fleshy line parting the lips of her slit, glistening slightly with her arousal.

"Something graceful... Jeez Mike, your mouth is so well versed in language, but do go on." She teased and he chuckled.

Mike moved closer and leaned into her lifted leg, Leena smiled and lay her head down as he kissed the back of her inner thigh. "Words.... Can't express.... How beautiful... And powerful.... You are..." Mike said as he traced kisses down her thigh, one hand wrapped around her thigh while his other moved to her damp slit, his middle and ring fingers tracing down the entire length of her slit before sliding back gently.

He could feel her breathing becomes more rapid and looked up to her while tenderly kissing lower down her leg, her eyes half lidded in desire as he held her gaze.

"You are... Smart... And funny... And amazing" he said while moving closer to her groin, his middle finger now tracing up the middle of her slit, the warmth and slipperiness of her surprising him. His finger contrasting against her wet pinkish interior that so desperately wanted to be explored.

"Mike" she gasped and closed her eyes, "more of that." She whispered and rolled her head, so her throat was exposed and stretched out, giving her whole body over to his touch.

"You are gorgeous..." Mike said as he kissed the valley where her lifted leg met her groin, the scent of her arousal thick in the air as he moved closer. "Can I?" He asked softly.

Leena was in heaven, his touch and words carrying her to another level of pleasure she could not remember ever reaching. "Do your worst" she whispered and cried out softly as his lips kissed the rounded edges of her puffy slit. "Mmmgh-" was all she could say as he devoted himself to her body, his hand still tenderly teasing and running up and down her slit, his middle finger just gently pressing into her body. Her body tightly squeezing his finger as he delved a little deeper with it.

Mike could taste her arousal on his lips, the warm spicy taste that was a mix of cinnamon and cloves but also somehow just tasted like 'Leena'. His fingers quickly becoming covered in her slick juices, her body responding to his touch eagerly, her mind ablaze with the sensations of his gentle caress. Completely different to a dragon's tongue which would be driving into her and lapping at her folds, he seemed to enjoy taking his time and she could not think of anything better as she panted through her mouth.

Her breath hitched and her body jolted when he kissed the apex of her slit, just near where her clit was hiding, with her fluids coating his fingers he slowly applied more pressure to her slit and his middle and index finger slid in effortlessly, her body tensing and relaxing on his intruding digits. He lifted his head from her wet slit and looked up the length of her body, noticing the rapid rising and falling of her chest as she breathed heavily. "If you need me to stop, tell me.“ He said softly and paused his ministrations on her body until she curled her head around on the floor to look at him upside down.

Her mouth was open as she gasped, her lips pulled back in a reassuring smile. "Please, keep going." The fact that he asked her, made her heart soar and relaxed in his embrace, deeply knowing that he was here for her pleasure.

Mike marvelled at how smooth her tunnel was, his fingers glided back and forth effortlessly while her tunnel clenched and throbbed. Each time he moved he would apply a bit more pressure, sliding deeper into her. "Mmmgh-- deeper..." She moaned and rocked her hip into his hand. His gently slow rhythm driving he mad, her chest tensed as she felt him start to press his hand into her waiting depths. "Yes... Keep going" she whispered through clenched teeth.

Mike smiled and pressed deeper, cupping his fingers together to let them press into her tight body easier, her walls parting to his touch and squeezing every so gently, drawing him in desperately, the warmth of her welcoming body gripping his wrist and forearm as he slowly plunged into her. The lips of her slit being spread wide by his arm, and he felt the tightness become too much as he reached his elbow. "How's this?" He asked gently, her ragged breathing the only sounds she could make as her body held onto his arm tightly.

While still keeping his arm deep inside her he wiggled his fingers on her interior walls causing her to whine desperately, her wings quivering with the cyclone if sensations that were flooding her mind. Mike smiled at her reaction, any worries about not being able to satisfy her washing away with each clench of her powerful body on his forearm.

He adjusted his position, so he was resting on her leg that was sprawled out on the ground and brought his mouth down to the apex of her slit and gave it a gentle blow, her whole body jolted suddenly at the gentle touch. "Fuck!" She cried out suddenly, and her tail thrashed against the hard floor and walls as he brought his lips down to her slit. The gentle kiss on her pearl while his fingers delved deep inside her caused her to lose all meaning of what was real. Her mind a haze of pleasure, "do that... Please, that." She whined, his tender fingers stroking her depths as he started to slowly pump his arm inside her while kissing tenderly her slit.

Leena had been with a few drakes, but none had been this attuned or dedicated to her needs, her heart racing and her toes twitched as her pleasure kept climbing, each kiss and tender stroke of his arm driving her higher and higher to release. "don't stop-please.... Don't stop" she begged her front paws coming down to the back of his head and pressed him against her firmly.

Mike smiled at her reaction and doubled his efforts, swirling his tongue over her clit while pressing deep inside her, the girth of his arm rubbing her wet velvety walls better than anything she had ever experienced.

Mike shifted in discomfort, his cock pressing hard against his pants, begging to join in. With his other hand he unzipped his pants and his length sprung out to attention. His hand gently stroking his length while he worked his other hand inside her quivering body, determined to bring her to climax with his touch and his tongue.

The scent of his arousal hung in the air with her own and Leena's nose twitched before opening her eyes. She moaned as he kept working her but curled her head around to see him working her. His shaft glistening in his own pre as he slowly stroked his length.

Mike had to let go of his shaft and use his hand for support when he felt her jostle and jolt, his other arm still deep inside her as she adjusted her position. His lips were pressed against her tender clit when his eyes shot open, something warm and wet enveloping his member.

He pulled his head back and looked down, Leena's warm maw around his hard length, her eyes flicking up to his with a look of desire and appreciation. He gasped as he felt her tongue swirl around his length, collecting his slippery pre and stroking his shaft gently.

Leena smiled as he gasped suddenly and put a hand on her snout, the scent of his arousal flooding her nose while his taste drove her tongue wild, slurping around his length and curing around his head. She closed her lips as tight as she could and gently sucked on his shaft, her eyes going wide as she felt his fingers spread wide and then clench hard inside her wet tunnel, his eyes scrunching up in pleasure as he threatened to blow inside her welcome maw.

She slowed down with her tongue and gently ran it around his length while she waited for him to relax more, not wanting it to end just yet. He gasped and looking down at her hungry eyes, a smile on her snout as she slowly started to bob her head up and down his length. "Fuck, Leena... Yes." He gasped, he saw her eyes lock onto his and then dart to her full slit and back to his, nodding her head slightly in the direction of her puffy folds. He got the message and returned his head to glistening snatch and kissed her clit again, gently rolling his tongue around the sensitive nerve endings and she rewarded him with a powerful suck on his shaft.

He could feel her body tighten as her climax approached, her muffled moaning causing vibrations on his hard length that was buried in her mouth, with expert precision she used her tongue to press his member against the roof of her mouth, the ribbed texture against the head of his shaft driving him wild as she bobbed her head up and down.

His fingers frantically darted over her walls as he pumped more urgently with his arm, her whole-body shuddering as he tried to bring her to climax with his own that was rapidly approaching. The hand on her snout gently guiding her up and down his length as she continued to milk his length with his tongue and the suction of her mouth.

Leena's body went as tight as a drum before letting out a long crisp yowl into his member as a wave of pleasure and excitement washed over her, every nerve ending of her body firing with stimulation as he rapidly pounded her with his arm, his ever diligent mouth kissing tenderly on her clit as her climax consumed her.

The rapid milking of her walls begged his arm for the seed that it could never deliver, the thoughts of her climaxing on his arm drove him closer to his limit.

Leena's eyes flicked open as she felt the glads in her throat wanting to release her pent-up tension in a jet of flame and quickly pulled her head away from Mike's groin. Mike looked to her, his shaft ready to blow and saw her look away quickly, a flash of orange flame licked out of her mouth and shot across the wet shower floor, the water on the floor turning into steam in an instant. Her vagina holding into him desperately as she expelled the hot oily flame, as suddenly as her jet of fire started it ended and Leena turned back to his shocked face.

As she gently took his shaft back into her maw she smiled as he flinched slightly, her maw now much warmer than before and she resumed tenderly swiping her tongue over his head, looking up at his eyes as she did so before closing them in concentration, her velvet walls still throbbing against his arm as she continued to ride out her long orgasm. Mike placed his hand back on her snout, his mind a wash in awe over what he had just witnessed and now the powerful dragon was devoting herself to his needs. His hips gently thrust into her snout as his pleasure built to an unbearable level, her tongue pressing his tip against the roof of her mouth and letting the ridges of her maw work his sensitive head caused him to hold her snout firmly with one hand, his eyes going wide when he felt her tongue lick out of her snout and gently stroked his balls.

Leena's eyes snapped open as she felt the first shot of his salty cum shoot to the back of her moth and she dove her mouth down the whole length, suckling greedily on his length as his balls twitched and throbbed on her chin. Mike's mind was blank and resorted to his baser instincts as he kept trying to plunge his arm into her moist body, her walls tight and powerfully pulled at his arm as he tried to continue to thrust, their gripping motions begging him not to leave before he would drive it back in, his fingers dancing and clenching the whole time.

Leena felt him buck his hips hard against her snout as he continued to unload into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the base of his head causing him to groan and cry out in ecstasy.

His arm slowed its rhythmic plunging as he lost himself inside her gentle mouth, the exotic texture of her tongue and the suction of her swallowing his seed overwhelming him and he fell back against her tail base in bliss. Her head tracking is fall and still gently attending to his shaft.

"That.... Jeez... That... Was" he said trying to find words to describe the sensation, her tight body still squeezing in his arm, and he slowly withdrew it, causing her to give a happy groan into his groin. As his arm slipped out of her depths, she pulled her mouth off of his cock and licked her lips to make sure nothing was wasted. She swallowed and then pressed her snout under his chin, gently licking his throat with her long tongue. Mike leant back against her, enjoying the sensation of her devoting his neck and collarbone to her affections. "I... I think I made a mess of your scales." He gasped.

Leena smiled gently while still pressing against him before pulling back slowly to see what he meant, her groin was glistening in her fluids. "Well, be a good boy and clean it up" she chuckled and reached with her mouth for the damp towel on the ground before passing it to him. She stretched back out and watched as he brought the cold wet towel to her folds and twitched as he started to wipe her clean.

"Told you Mike." Leena said as he cleaned her up. "About your endowment, I mean." She added with a chuckle.

Mike smiled and folded the towel over itself to finish wiping her clean, "Not gonna lie, I was glad that you pulled off to breath fire." He said and tossed the towel to the other that was in the floor. "Pretty good indicator you weren't faking it." He added and crawled closer to her head.

Leena lowered her lifted leg and shook it slightly, it having gone a bit sore from holding it up this whole time. She crooned softly as Mike gently lifted her head into his lap and started stroking her forehead, her eyes closing to his touch as she enjoyed the afterglow.

"That was good." Leena said gently, enjoying the warmth feeling washing though her body and the devotion of his touch.

Mike felt a sense of pride and accomplishment as he continued to stroke her forehead, his fingers tracing over the smooth scale. "I've had better." He teased and laughed as she glared up at him.

His laughter at her reaction causing her to smile as she realised he wasn't serious. She brought her head up to his and pressed her lips against his and kissed him deeply to shut him up, her tongue gently pushing into his mouth. At first he was hesitant incase he could taste his seed but was pleasantly surprised that all he could taste was her mixed with a smokey flavour of her fire.

As they broke away, he gave her a peck on her snout for good measure. "This floor is making my bum go numb. Should we get moving?"

Leena pressed her head suddenly into his chest causing him to grasp her jawline for support and she lifted him up to his feet before standing up herself. "Thoughts on food?" She asked, and he gave a chuckle at her sudden change of topic.

"Let's print off some resumes and then get something to eat." He said as he did up his fly.

Leena took a few steps with her front paws while keeping her back feet planted, stretching out her long body and tail in a dramatic pose. Mike couldn't help but marvel at her body, the muscles flexing and contorting under her scales as she held the pose mid-stretch.

"Fuck your cute." He said softly and she quickly stopped stretching with a chuckle, bringing her head to his for a quick kiss to say thank you.

Leena observed Mike as he collected the wet towels and skilfully wrung them out over the shower drain. Meanwhile, she focused on putting her harness on, first dropping it to the ground then untangling the leg holes with her paw before stepping into the loops and pulling it up her legs using her mouth. Glancing back at Mike, she noticed his gaze fixed on her, her movements unintentionally providing him with a captivating view of her rump. She couldn't help but smile at his reaction, storing the move for future reference. With the harness securely on her shoulders, she clicked the buckles together on one side before turning to the other side, where she pretended to struggle with the buckle.

"Give us a hand would you?" She asked softly, He eagerly held the towels out for her with a hand and she took them in her mouth. He moved closer so he could reach the problematic buckle and as the buckle snapped together with a satisfying click, he couldn't resist running his hand over her shoulder, relishing the contact. After retrieving the towels, Leena spoke up, "You probably want to toss those, they smell like sex".

Mike tried to maintain a straight face, teasing, "Maybe I won't!" before bursting into laughter, causing Leena's eyes to widen. "Don't worry, there's a chute on the way to the library," he reassured her, implying that he would indeed take care of washing the towels.

Exiting the shower block together, Mike let out a grunt as he picked up the messenger bag, he had left outside the shower room. Curiosity sparked within Leena as she noticed the weight of the bag, wondering why he would need such a heavy load for a simple task like dropping off resumes. She voiced her question, a hint of intrigue in her voice, "What's in the bag?"

"Oh, just some textbooks I need to return to the library," Mike replied dismissively, holding the bag closer to him as if protecting its contents. His response piqued Leena's curiosity further, leaving her wondering if there was more to the bag than met the eye.

Leena raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything, her father had bought all her textbooks but there was a collection available for students to borrow if they couldn't afford them. Leena gave a slight smile and she lightly unfurled a wing to wrapped around him, pulling him gently against her side as they walked towards the library.

As they strolled towards the library, the deserted campus seemed to envelop them in a quiet serenity. The morning air was crisp, but the warmth radiating from Leena's wing and body pressed against Mike provided a comforting shield against the coolness. They relished in the tranquillity, their footsteps echoing softly as they ventured forward.

Approaching a laundry chute embedded in the side of one of the buildings, Mike tossed the used towels into it with a flick of his wrist. He brushed his slightly damp hands on his pants, a casual gesture of cleanliness. Leena chuckled at his action and pulled him closer, her playful nature shining through. "You might get some weird looks from dragons now," she teased, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

Mike looked at her, a mixture of surprise and amusement on his face. "Is your sense of smell really that sensitive?" he inquired, his cheeks flushing slightly as she nodded in confirmation.

He shook his head with a grin. "Well, let them know," he replied, his voice filled with a hint of defiance. Playfully, he lightly shoved her shoulder, knowing well that his feeble attempt would barely budge her due to her size. Their playful banter continued as they continued their leisurely walk towards the library, relishing in each other's company.

As they approached the library, the automatic doors swished open, granting them access. The tired-looking librarian sat behind the counter, his attention captivated by a card game on the computer screen, until Mike placed his heavy bag on the counter, interrupting his diversion.

"Just returning these," Mike announced, presenting a stack of books for the librarian to process. Leena, meanwhile, took in the atmosphere of the library with a sense of bittersweet nostalgia. With classes over and graduation on the horizon, she knew that this visit might be her last to this familiar sanctuary.

Her sensitive nose detected the scent of well-worn books and remnants of food dropped by students, the mixture evoking a complex array of emotions. She glanced towards her favourite nook, tucked away in a cosy corner, where she could always find solace when the demands of her parents became overwhelming. Suppressing her emotions, Leena redirected her attention back to Mike, who was patiently waiting for the librarian to scan the books. Amidst the stack, she noticed a book cover that stood out—an image of an orange dragoness soaring alongside a black three-legged dragon over a city that flew in the clouds. Intrigued, she swiftly plucked the book from the top of the pile and flipped it over to read the blurb aloud. "A romantic adventure novel," she proclaimed, her eyes glancing mischievously at Mike.

His face turned bright red, and he quickly snatched the book from her paws, trying to downplay its significance. Leena, unable to resist teasing him, brought her head down close to his ear and whispered, "Is your favourite colour orange?" A playful nudge from Mike pushed her snout away, accompanied by his protest.

"Oh, shut it. It's just a coincidence," he retorted, placing the book back on the pile to be scanned.

Leena arched an eyebrow sceptically, her voice filled with doubt as she leaned in close behind him, her words a hushed whisper meant only for his ears. "Uh-huh, if you're after for an all-orange 'ness, I can put in a word with my mother." Her mischievous remark prompted him to swat her playfully with a gentle hand, while the resulting laughter erupted from her lips, resonating through the otherwise serene library. The library staff, occupied with the task of stacking shelves, shot disapproving glances their way.

Meanwhile, the librarian diligently scanned the book in question, only to be interrupted by a sudden noise emanating from the computer. His accusatory tone reflected his irritation as he confronted Mike. "Do you have any idea how overdue this story is?" The weight of the librarian's words hung in the air as he held up the book with the orange dragoness on the cover.

Mike mustered a feeble smile, his attempt to justify his actions evident in his apologetic expression. "Sorry, but it's just so good," he explained, a hint of sheepishness colouring his voice. "Go ahead and add it to my fees," he added, resigned to the consequences. The librarian, shaking his head in mild exasperation, continued scanning the remaining books.

After the arduous task of scanning all the books, they made their way to a cluster of computers, each equipped with a printer. They approached the row, but one of the printers bore an out-of-order sign, emitting a faint, sensual odour that tickled Leena's sensitive nose. She wrinkled her snout briefly, choosing to ignore the scent for now. As they made it to a working machine, Leena positioned herself just behind Mike, gently resting her front paws on either side of him. As he logged onto the computer, he initiated the process of printing his resume, the printer next to the machine whirring to life.

Enjoying the closeness they shared, Leena made her request, her voice tinged with contentment. "Could you log me on and print mine as well? These keyboards always give me trouble," she admitted, acknowledging her own difficulty with the human device.

Mike nodded, ready to assist. "Of course, what's your password?" he inquired, his fingers lightly tapping the keys to switch users on the computer.

Leena spelled it out with a hint of pride. "It's Drag0n1nTh3Dung3on," she announced, each letter enunciated distinctly.

Mike laughed, "oh, and you give me shit for reading romantic books?"

Leena playfully wrapped a paw around Mike's front, tugging him closer, causing his feet to momentarily leave the ground. "Oh, hush you," she teased, her voice laced with affection. "It's also a good story," she affirmed, setting him back down gently.

Mike glanced at the files displayed on the screen, "is this it?" he said pointing to the icon simply labelled "resume." Leena leaned down, planting a tender kiss on his neck to confirm his query, and he proceeded to print multiple copies of the document.

"Someone's feeling cute," Mike remarked, turning to reciprocate the affection by planting a kiss on Leena's snout.

"I'm in good company. What can I say?" she replied with a soft whisper, her voice filled with gratitude. "It's been a while since someone has taken care of me the way you did."

Mike's smile widened, a faint blush colouring his cheeks, as he reciprocated with a peck on her snout before collecting the freshly printed sheets. As he compared the resumes, he couldn't help but notice something peculiar. Holding up Leena's copy to her, he raised an eyebrow inquisitively, her employment history section was absent.

"Are you sure this is all of it?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

Leena took a small step back, her tail flicking in annoyance. "Yeah, why?" she retorted, a hint of defensiveness creeping into her voice.

Mike realized he had struck a sensitive chord and quickly attempted to rectify his unintentional offense. "Sorry, I didn't mean to cause any offense. Have you ever had a summer job or any other work experience?" he asked, aiming to be as tactful as possible. Looking up at her face, he noticed the stern expression that had replaced her previous playfulness. "I'm sorry, forget I said anything," he added, backpedalling and slipping the resumes into his bag.

Leena's chest constricted, her emotions intensifying with each passing moment. Her claws dug into the carpeted floor of the library, a physical manifestation of the inner turmoil she was experiencing. Mike's words had struck a deep chord within her, stirring a mix of pain and frustration. "Mike, you wouldn't understand," she replied, her voice devoid of any inflection, her hurt palpable.

Mike sensed the mounting tension, aware of the weight his words carried. Leena's wings were pulled tightly against her sides, and her paws remained closely knit together, guarding herself from further vulnerability. "Leena, I'm truly sorry. I didn't mean to offend you," he apologized earnestly, his gaze locked with hers. He could feel the piercing intensity of her amber eyes, as if they were pinning him down, causing him to look away and adjust his bag. "Shall we go get breakfast?" he suggested, attempting to shift the focus away from the lingering discomfort.

Leena let out a weary sigh, observing Mike's remorseful expression and his uncertainty about the source of her distress. The mention of food stirred a hunger within her, causing a slight easing of her tense posture. "Breakfast would be good," she responded, mustering a weak smile, which he reciprocated.

The walk to the bar felt strained for Mike, an undercurrent of unease prevailing between him and Leena. He sensed her desire to speak but her hesitance held her back. Any efforts he made to strike up a conversation were met with terse responses, and she kept her gaze fixed on the distance ahead, as if avoiding eye contact.

Upon arriving at the bar, which was in the process of opening for the day, Mike hurried a few steps ahead to hold the door open for Leena. She offered a polite smile in response before stepping into the dimly lit establishment. She made her way to the familiar corner where she had sat the previous day, her eyes discreetly scanning the menu. Though Mike was seated across from her, she consciously avoided meeting his gaze.

"That dish yesterday, where is that?" She asked tracing down the menu with a claw to find it.

"Oh, it's not on the menu. That was a Mike special." He said and looked up to her as she smiled.

"It was really good." She said and looked down at the menu again, the image of the plate of meat pulling at her heartstrings, her stern reaction to his questions about her lack of employment filling her with guilt and frustration at herself.

Leena's voice carried a tinge of remorse as she softly addressed Mike, acknowledging her previous behaviour. "Hey, Mike, before... I could have handled that better," she admitted, her words laced with sincerity.

A warm smile spread across Mike's face, grateful for the unexpected apology. He understood that dragons were not known for their apologies, so he appreciated this gesture from Leena. "Hey, it's okay. I just thought someone as intelligent and hardworking as you would have a few gigs on the sheet, if you catch my drift," he remarked, his tone understanding.

Leena's smile widened at his words of praise. "Well, if my parents would stop making calls and telling places not to hire me... That would be great!" she sighed, a touch of sadness colouring her voice.

Confusion etched itself into Mike's features as he looked at her, his voice carrying a hint of bewilderment. "Wait, what do you mean?"

Leena's attention shifted, fixating on a poster displayed on the wall. "Apparently, doing deliveries or odd jobs 'doesn't align with the status of our family'," she explained, her tone tinged with disappointment.

Before Mike could respond, his boss approached their table, holding an order pad. "Hey, Mike, can't stay away? What can I get you?" he greeted, glancing between the two of them, his curiosity evident.

Mike leisurely placed his order for a mixed breakfast, taking his time to leave her more time to swiftly peruse the menu once more. With a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, he leaned in and whispered, loud enough for Leena to hear, "I can highly recommend the ribs."

Leena's lips curled into a playful smile as she replied, her voice filled with a hint of rebellion. "Sure, I'm not usually allowed them. But I'm feeling naughty today." She handed the menu back to Ben, the nod serving as her confirmation.

As Mike's boss discreetly moved away from Leena's line of sight, he turned to Mike and subtly gestured towards him and Leena. When Mike gave a subtle nod, a wide grin spread across Ben's face, accompanied by two enthusiastic thumbs up, a silent show of support for his colleague.

Mike couldn't help but be amused by his boss's reaction, his smile lingering as he cleared his throat to draw attention back to the conversation. "Not allowed ribs? But I thought they were good for dragons," he quipped, his tone laced with curiosity.

Leena smirked knowingly, her eyes glinting with playful defiance. "Yes, but they're not 'ness-like," she retorted, implying that her family's expectations didn't align with such indulgences.

A hearty laugh escaped Mike's lips as he responded, a twinkle of pride in his eyes. "Oh, you poor thing. These ribs are absolutely amazing. I started slow cooking them yesterday. Get ready for a mouthful of pure pleasure!" he declared, his pride evident in his words.

Leena's sudden laughter echoed through the bar, a boisterous sound that caught the attention of other patrons, drawing a few curious glances. Meanwhile, Mike chuckled along, though slightly puzzled by the intensity of her amusement. Perceiving his confusion, Leena composed herself, wiping a tear from her eye before leaning closer to him.

With mischievous glint in her eye, she whispered into his ear, her voice meant solely for his ears. "Mouthful of pleasure? I think I had that for breakfast," she giggled, a playful glimmer in her eyes. The realization of her innuendo slowly dawned on Mike, causing his face to flush a deep shade of crimson.

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Leena pranced merrily into the apartment that occupied the entire 140th floor, her excitement radiating through every step she took. With a flick of her tail, she closed the door behind her, unintentionally causing it to slam a bit harder than anticipated. The resounding sound reverberated through the room, briefly interrupting the stillness that had enveloped the space.

Feeling an overwhelming sense of empowerment after a day spent with Mike, actively taking charge of her life and distributing resumes, Leena couldn't help but feel like she was on top of the world. However, her euphoria was quickly dampened as she noticed her mother sluggishly lifting herself from the couch, her tired eyes blinking away remnants of crusty tears that clung to her snout.

In a confrontational tone, her mother accused, "And where the hell have you been?" Rising to all fours, she faced Leena, her weariness unable to conceal her concern and frustration.

Leena, undeterred by her mother's accusatory tone, maintained a mischievous smile on her snout. "Oh, mother, just out with boys," she playfully teased, already anticipating the argument that was about to unfold.

"You didn't come home last night, where were you!" Her mother said loudly, her body tense and looking for a fight. She sniffed the air before adding "And why do you smell like sex!"

Leena trotted over to the kitchen and slipped off her harness before dumping it on the counter, not replying to her mother just yet. She could feel her mother's gaze burning into her waiting for her response to launch into an argument. She opened the fridge and grabbed a can of fruit punch from the door before responding. "Oh, I went to the Dragonball game, caught up with Daanic and the Cresties." She lied and cracked open the can with a claw. Her mother's mouth flapping as she tried to formulate a sentence. Leena drank dramatically and gasped as she finished her sip. "Gods, I needed that. I went to pay for my dinner and my card didn't work. The boys were kind enough to cover my bill, and then I let them cover me." She teased, enjoying her mother's wide-eyed expression.

Her mother was shocked, her tail twitching in anger as she processed what she was hearing. "You didn't!" She gasped.

Leena smiled, she knew her story was a complete fabrication, but the expression on her mother was priceless and she couldn't help but keep pushing. "Oh, relax mother, it was nice being taken by all the whole team. Also, funny story, their lead brooder, bless him. Not many brain cells between those horns, but like.... old school breeder dick if you know what I mean. I think he has a thing for you, moaned your name when he came...." She said with a smile, her mother reeling back and looking flustered.

"Leena that is enough! I will not be having my daughter talk like that!" She screamed, her eyes tearing up. Leena's smile widened and she walked closer to her mother who held her ground.

"Like what mother? Like an adult? I let them take me, my body, all of me.... Again... And again.... And again..." She said softly and chuckled as her mother took a step backwards.

"That's enough! You're... your're-" Her mother's voice faltered as she struggled to find the right words, her emotions clearly running high.

Leena took a step closer, leaning into whisper into her mother's ear. "Say 'grounded.' Say it... I dare you... They have already offered me their hotel. I could easily go to them and let them take me as payment."

The shock on her mother's face was evident as she closed her mouth with a sharp snap, recoiling further away from Leena. The implication of Leena's words hung heavily in the air, causing her mother to retreat, her expression a mix of disbelief and apprehension.

Leena maintained her composed demeanour, a sense of control radiating from her as she turned away from her mother and headed towards the grand staircase that led to her room. With a parting remark, Leena spoke down with an air of authority. "Good girl."

Leena's footsteps echoed through the spacious apartment as she ascended the stairs, leaving her mother to grapple with the weight of their interaction.

"Why do I smell human on you? Dragonball teams don't have humans!" Her mother called to her, trying to gain some control over the argument.

Leena halted her steps, momentarily caught off guard by her mother's astute observation. She had overlooked the fact that there were no humans in a Dragonball team, but she quickly regained her composure, wearing a sly smirk on her snout. "Oh, that's right, mother. The team has a water boy, and quite an enthusiastic one at that," she replied, her tone tinged with amusement.

As she continued making her way up the stairs, Leena called back to her mother, her voice filled with feigned innocence. "I'll be in my room now. By the way, could you be a darling and pick up some heat suppressors for me? I seem to have lost track of when I'm due," she added, punctuating her words with a wide smile.

Her mother stood there, momentarily taken aback by Leena's audacity, her face a mix of bewilderment and exasperation. Leena continued up the stairs, her smile widening as she relished her new position of power.