Translations:Codex: Dragon’s Hoard/81/en

When Lusina didn’t immediately step forward, the dragoness rolled her eyes and grabbed the top of the moth’s head, planting her hand right between the sensitive stalks of Lusina’s feelers and pushing down. The moth fell to her knees, resting on her scale greaves as the dragon’s heft prick bopped her on the nose, rubbing its musky crown across her cheeks. She breathed deep of its intoxicating aroma, letting it burn into her memory. The odor was thick, as heavy as the prideful member producing it, yet tinged with sweetness - a feminine twist on a thoroughly masculine erection that made Lusina’s heart flutter.