Translations:Codex: Dragon’s Hoard/73/en

Lusina’s eyes went wide as one of the wyrm’s long, clawed digits snaked its way around the lips of her cunt, still tender from the manticore’s ministrations the previous night. She looked down as the dragon-woman pulled back, rubbing a slimy mess of Lusina’s own excitement between her russet digits. “See?” Eryxienne cooed, stepping past the moth’s guard and close enough that her soft bosom brushed Lusina’s own, her stiff red nipples coaxing the moth’s pink buds out of hiding.