[Nikolai drifts along on the languid current of post-release mellowness, a dazzling haze that's like the smoke that lingers after the fire has burned itself out. He sits splayed amid the tangle of her forelegs, lapping at her breasts, cradling her waist. But even as he indulges in her, he knows, somewhere in the back of his mind but sharpening gradually, this is the last time. The knowledge of why returns as the draconic instincts curl up for sleep, sated to a softer state.
Suddenly, he can't quite explain what brought him to this current moment. Something knots up inside him.]
What is it?
[Uncharacteristically quiet, farther away than before. His mouth has stilled, but he doesn't lift his head from the pillow of her chest yet.]
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Suddenly, he can't quite explain what brought him to this current moment. Something knots up inside him.]
What is it?
[Uncharacteristically quiet, farther away than before. His mouth has stilled, but he doesn't lift his head from the pillow of her chest yet.]