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They are Arishok. They are Adaari. They are Qunari in its purest form. The lead the Antaam in their duty to the preservation and proselytization of the Qun. They are so prized by their people, so beloved by their creed, that they have transcended the bindings of the mortal impositions of sex and gender.
They even have a name. A title beyond that of 'Arishok', beyond even the appellation of 'Adaari', and 'Firebreather'.
They are Evataash. The 'Little Dragon'.
They are five and twenty years old.
And they have been chosen for a greater purpose. The Tamassrans have declared such, and the Ariqun has born that vital witness to the prowess of Evataash on the field of battle.
The Arishok is the only Adaari left to the Qun. And the Ariqun sees and speaks the wisdom in the perpetuation of such a rare phenotype to be passed on to future generations.
Dragon's blood is a rarity among rarities. And every Qunari beneath the Qun knows it must be cultured and preserved with great care.
Evataash would have paid this little mind, thinking nothing of a few fumbling ruttings performed under the careful gaze of priests. Except the Little Dragon has eyes for none beneath the Qun but one.
The Ariqun themself.
The Ariqun; an elf, the first to bear the title, knows of this affection. And in turn they reflect that gaze with equal passion and fervor.
They are also transcendent; special. Once they had worn the fetters of a Tevinter slave. Now they determine the fate of a people. A nation. Many nations in fact; for it was known that someday all would submit.
It is forbidden, they both know acutely this fact. To allow themselves to become enthralled in such a Vashoth concept as romantic entanglement is a grievous sin against the Qun.
But they are rulers. The Arishok the Body. The Ariqun the Soul. Who can stop them when Evataash is possessed of the blood of dragon's. And Ariqun- whose code name within the Ben—Hassrath is 'Riven'— Commands the loyalty of a thousand poisoned blades.
When the day comes that the Tamassrans call Taash to do their duty, none dare to question when they are paired with the Elven Ariqun for mating.
The Arishok and the Ariqun are no ordinary Qunari. They each represent, respectively, the body and soul of the Qun. Therefore they are not committed to the ordinary circumstances of Qunari coupling. There are no priests spectating, and Taash's Adaari physiology is taken into careful consideration by the Ariqun themself.
Evataash scents the heady air before they step into the chamber which they will inhabit for the next… they aren't certain. Until Riven is pregnant, they suppose. A corner of the Adaari's full mouth quirks at the thought of their pretty Elven Ariqun heavy with draconic issue.
They press a palm to the wood of the chamber door. Inhaling deeply, the scent of spice, mulled wine, and something else beneath those inkling which sends a jolt of electricity down their spine. Directly into their clit; Dragon pheromones.
A rare reagent, and one the Ariqun knows an Adaari will react to viscerally.
Evataash grins, rumbling low in their chest, and pushes into the room.
Evening sunlight shines with faded violet luminance through the westward facing windows. Gossamer curtains billow on a balmy Par Vollen breeze. Filtering light into shimmering shafts which fall upon the nude, pale, tattooed elf sprawled languidly in the center of a massive, four-poster bed. Lithe, supple body sprawled across the red satin sheets.
A few censers burn with fragrant incense, making the air thick and heady with the scent of spring blooms. There is a fire smoldering in the hearth on the eastern wall, the only source of artificial light. The smoke and incense do nothing to disguise the pungent odor of the pheromones.
Gingerly shutting the door behind them, Taash turns to the lock with a soft clunk. Sealing the pair into their little nest for the foreseeable future. When they turn back to their chosen mate, they find the little elf has sidled their naked body out of bed, and they are now kneeling on the wooden floor at the foot of the mattress. Small-tattooed hands resting on jubilee thighs. Silver-Black eyes shine wet and doleful, their inked lips pout.
"You're wearing dragon musk," Taash poses, crossing thick arms over their strong chest. In truth they are barely maintaining control over themself. The scent pulses in their dragon's blood, pounds behind their eyes, engorges their clit. It demands through their instinct that they pin the pretty little elf, bite them, mark them, mate them until the dawn, and then some.
Riven shuffles forward on their knees. Small, deft fingers beginning to work at the complex ties and knots and buckles that make up the Arishok's regal ensemble.
"We need your cock to make a baby," the elf reasons, then lets out a small sound of delight as Taash helps them shove their outer robes and trousers out of the way. Their thickening, swelling clit bobs free, still filling, crowning the wet mire of a dusky cunt.
The physiology of Adaari is unique in their presentation. All of them possessing the capacity to both sire and bear. Taash's clitoris engorges to the size and potency equal to that of any Qunari man. Thick, ribbed, and tapered at the tip like a dragon's.
The pheromones the Ariqun wears on their neck and collarbones is enough to entice Evataash to full arousal.
Their clit-cock is impressive. Pulsing and wet with essence. Riven takes a moment to appreciate it as Taash rids themself of their remaining garments.
The Arishok stands, looming massive over the comparatively diminutive Ariqun. Cock throbbing wet, pink, potent.
A moment passes between the pair. Emerald eyes melding with silver. This js not their first coupling; though it is the first sanctioned by the Qun. Ordinarily their joining are hasty, clandestine, with hardly a moment to truly savor the act. But this… breeding, it its legal allowance, will take days.
Taash grunts, instinct seizing the reins of their self control.
Clearly Riven wants to such their cock.
But the Arishok, possessed by the elf's entrancing scent, their sumptuous heady heat, leans over and scoops the smaller person up by their underarms.
The Ariqun lets out a rather undignified squeal of surprise as Taash deposits them in the center of the massive bed. They bray of surprise is followed by a peal of laughter as the Arishok rumbles in deep, abiding affection, nuzzling the delicate curve of the elf's throat. Taash inhales deeply, savoring the fragrance of natural pheromones on the Ariqun's skin.
Kissing the little elf's sharp jaw, they suck a bruise into their pale flesh that blooms like a violet rose.
Riven gasps breathily as Taash kisses down their sternum; silver gaze meeting emerald orbs which burn green like veilfire. The Arishok's pupils are slits against the verdant inferno; dragon's blood thrums hot in the Adaari's ears; beating like the ritual drums of their impending sex.
Two thick fingers find Riven hot and pliable between tattooed thighs. And the stare they held is broken as the Ariqun throws their head in pleasure. The Adaari smirks against the elf's left top scar, then drags their full mouth down their ribs, then even lower to nuzzle the pouch of their belly with a sweetness that belies the arousal gripping their insides like a fist.
Holding the Ariqun by the hips, Taash rumbles deep and draconic; kissing the lithe, supple elf over their empty womb.
"Taarala," they murmur with smoke on their lips.
Riven peers down at them, fingers gingerly undoing their plait. They worry their ink stained lower lip between their teeth.
This is forbidden. Even in the heat of mating. To declare oneself to belong to another.
But Riven answers resounding, "yes. I am yours, Evataash."
The Little Dragon grins, then delves to replace their slick, stroking fingers with the full attention of their lips and long, prehensile tongue.
"Fuck!" The Ariqun curses as they are licked open wide.
Taash grips their hips hard enough to bruise. Emerald eyes rolling in pleasure at the musky flavor of fecund elf cunt. If there had been any doubt as to Riven's present fertility it is waylaid now by the taste, the scent, the ripeness of the elf trembling beneath their tongue.
Taash sucks into their pussy, tongue lapping into their cunt. Eyelids fluttering, they growl as the Ariqun bucks into their lips. Wetness smears across their handsome face. Deft fingers shift from silvery, silken hair to grip the Arishok by the horns, grinding into their face as their tongue lashes deep and curls wet and hot into their pussy.
Large, rough palms caress up switching tattooed sides, cupping the elf's waist as their tongue retracts, jaw widening as far as anatomy will allow. They eat, deep and ravenous and the Ariqun wails in pleasure. Wetness dribbles at the corners of Taash's working mouth, drooling down their chin. Their clit-cock throbs unattended against the silk sheets. Taash hardly notices as Riven shatters beneath their rough ministrations.
Their cunt clenches, little clit throbbing wetly against the Adaari's nose. Wet, hot and flavorful floods into and around the Little Dragon's mouth. It earns a protracted groan from the Arishok who only leans in and feasts more deeply, hips rutting frantically against the bed at the unrelenting scent of fertile elf masking in the air.
Entirely besotted, drunk on pussy, the Arishok keeps licking an lapping at the Ariqun's swollen, quivering, cunt until the elf begins to shy away with a soft, overly sensitive whimper.
Wetness pools dark on the sheets beneath their bodies. Evataash crawls through it without a second thought. Centering their big, strong form over the pretty, sprawling, fuck-flushed elf. Reaching between their bodies, taking the heft of their clit-cock in a rough palm, Taash slaps the wet thickness of their draconic erection against Riven's soft belly. The tip drools precum onto pale, tattooed skin.
"Wait," Riven exhales, voice low and husky. Their silvery eyes finally come back into focus, black lips parted.
They take Taash by their broad shoulders and roll the larger person onto their back. Spine pressed to the cool wood of the headboard.
They Arishok could easily resist. But they choose to be amiable to the elf's gentle, coaxing touch. A smile tugs at the corners of Taash's mouth as the naked, flushed, gorgeous little Ariqun kneels cutely between their thighs. Diminutive, pale hands caress up the Little Dragon's legs. Silver-black eyes are locked on the Arishok's thick erection where it pulses wet, drooling precum against their flat, rippling belly.
Slowly, the elf unfolds onto their belly. One small, soft hand carefully takes hold of Taash's clit-dick, while the Ariqun's short, elven tongue begins to lap sweetly against the hot, dripping folds of Taash's own pussy.
"Mmmm." The Ariqun purrs, and they begin to stroke the ribbed cock in time with their little kitten licks.
"Hah~" Taash exhales in satisfaction, enjoying the show immensely. Riven's little hand cannot fully envelope the girth of their penis. Which, now lifted from their abdomen beads a pretty bead of precum at their tip.
Riven peers up, tattooed face smeared with Evataash's absence. They appear utterly beguiled, completely doleful, enchanted by the scent, taste, texture, sight, and sound of a fully aroused Adaari falling victim to their elven wiles.
The Little Dragon grins, and raises a dark brow in expectation. Their cock pulses in the elf's tender hold.
Propping themself up on their elbows, Riven adds their free hand into the mix. Both hands working the long, veiny erection. They make a soft, determined sound as they lean forward and press a closed mouth kiss to the Arishok's glans.
The Little Dragon puffs a mouthful of smoke, large hand lifting from their side to cup the back of Riven's golden head.
"C'mon," they rumble in low encouragement, "Open up, Taarala."
Eager to oblige, the Ariqun parts their black lips and lets their small pink tongue dragging along the underside of the Adaari's thick cock. Lapping from the glans they suck sweetly at the slit. Allowing a bead of salty precum to spread sumptuous over their taste buds.
"Nnnnnh." The elf purrs needily, peering doleful up to meet the Arishok's fiery stare.
Taash rumbles, "That's it, Taarala."
Redoubling their efforts, the Ariqun sucks the sloppy tip past their lips. Tongue working frantically at the ribbed underside. Simultaneously they let three deft fingers stroke and slide into the Adaari's dripping pussy.
"Uf… fuck, Riv." Taash huffs and puff. The hand on the back of Riven's head begins to apply gentle pressure urging the precious Soul of the Qun to take more pulsing dick into the sweet suction of their hot little mouth.
The Ariqun curls their fingers into Taash's cunt as they oblige that pressure. The fat head of the Adaari's cock pockets briefly into the pouch of Riven's cheek as full hips rise off of the mattress in an involuntary thrust.
Taash groans, "fuck!"
They press harder on the back of Riven's head. Their free hand cups possessive at the back of the elf's neck, feeling the sultry sweat beading there. The Ariqun uses their tongue and a hearty suck to reposition the fat cock in their mouth. Just in time for them to drop their hands and brace themself on the bed for the Arishok to dominate them orally.
Taash sets a sharp, quick pace. Careful not to push too hard, but eager enough to touch against the elf's well trained gag-reflex.
"Mmmf," the Ariqun breathes deep and steady through their nose as they put on a show of being face-fucked by the Body of the Qun.
Their wide eyes cross, tears stinging at the corners, as drooling dribbles past the corners of their pouty black lips. They intentionally gag on the inches they can take, ans caress those they can't worh eager soft palms and squeezing, massaging fingers.
Precum oozes onto their lapping tongue, with each egress, scalding in a flavorful stream which earns a moan from Riven. The sound reverberates up the thick, pulsing shaft of Taash's impressive length. Eliciting a long, throaty groan from the Arishok who goes stock still.
"Yes…yesyesyesyesyes."
Laying a curious palm on the Arishok's flexing belly, Riven feels their abs roll and twist as they visibly contract. In the same moment a flood of hot, thick semen floods their palette as the cock throbs against their tongue.
The Ariqun exhales through their nose. Moaning in soft encouragement and milking the pulsing clit-cock with their palms. Tracing a finger along the thick vein that twitches on their underside.
"Hmmmmmm…."
Once their mouth is full of smokey, tangy spend, they pulled off of Taash's tip. Kissing sweetly up and down their penis as the Arishok huffs and puffs and twitches bodily on the sheets. More hot cum shoots from their tip, painting the face of the lovely elf who presents themself like a canvas.
"Fuuuuuck," The Adaari groans as Riven laps the drooling tip, one black inked eyelid shut against a cooling rope of semen.
The elf delivers a few finishing kitten licks and butterfly kisses before they turn around between Taash's knees. They get onto their hands and knees and pull back their peachy asscheek, wiggling their hips enticingly, showing off the glistening slide of their well worked pussy.
Still catching their breath, the Arishok entranced as the Ariqun swipes the cooling spend from their eyelid, and presses their soiled fingers into that pretty pink mire of their drooling pussy.
"Come now, Arishok," Riven teases, flush asscheeks jiggling enticingly. The slide of their swollen pussy begging for a thick cock to fuck it full. "We've a duty to the Qun."
With a grunt, Evataash clambers to their knees and sidles up behind the coy elf. They press their still hard cock between the Ariqun's cheeks, stroking themself in the softness of flesh for a moment. They slap Riven's ass roughly, leaving a possessive hand print on the left side as the elf yelps in delight. They massage the globes of the elf's perfect ass for a moment, rutting themself unceremoniously against Riven's rear. Then, taking themself in hand they align the fat tip of their clit-cock with the eager elf's fluttering cunt.
"For the Qun," they lie.
The Arishok bottoms out in a brutal, single thrust of their hips.
"Fuck!" Taash hissed at the sublime sensation that envelopes their dick. The full, impressive length of them is surrounded by hot, gripping, quivering elf pussy. The Ariqun doubles forward with a sharp gasp. Falling forward onto their elbows. With a puff, the Adaari curves over their precious Riven. Planting large, splayed hands on either side of the them on the bed. Kissing the notches in the back of their neck, the Little Dragon sets an intense, deep pace with the cant of their hips and the slide of their dick.
"'S so big," Riven slurs, letting themself fumble forward clumsily so their cheek is pressed into the sheets.
"You like it," Taash pants as they rut, face dusky, sweating with the effort and heat of breeding the Soul of the Qun. They pull their upper body back, hands spanning Riven's waist. And they fuck themself as hard and deep as their elf's pliant body will allow.
"Ah! F-fuck!" The Ariqun keens, high and needy. "Yes! It's so good inside me, Taash! Harder! Fuck me!"
Rolling their neck in ecstasy, the Arishok grips them hard enough to bruise, leveraging themself into fast, deep ruts that punch a series of surprised, satisfied yelps from the Ariqun.
Riven shoves their ass back onto Taash's fat cock with each rough thrust.
"Fuck me," the elf bleats, "fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme."
Leaning over, Taash bites down into the meat of their shoulder hard enough to bruise. Riven squeals in delight, shaking and shoving their cunt hard back onto Taash's erection. The clap of their joining fills up the room in melodic accompaniment of their moans, groans, and deep erotic sighs. Wetness pools under them in a lovely, pungent stain.
"Bite me!" The Ariqun begs as Taash's teeth graze tantalizingly. "Make me yours, Taash!"
It's an old thing. A thing of dragon's blood. To bite. To claim. It is forbidden in most Qunari matings, but who would stop the Body and Soul of the Qun from tying their very existences together?
The Arishok does not hesitate to bare down, maw filling with the metallic tang of salty blood.
Riven wails in delight, stuffed pussy going vice-tight.
Grunting, the Adaari shuts their emerald eyes as they savor the smolder and stricture of elf cunt on their sensitive dick.
They move, flipping the elf around to sit in their lap, facing one another as Riven ruts blindly through an intense orgasm.
Blood drips down the Ariqun's shoulder, arm, and chest. Staining the cum damp sheets.
Moaning desperately, Riven's pussy settles into an impossibly tight, post-orgasmic squeeze. Its enough to drive Evataash half mad, and they slap the elf on the hip in rough encouragement.
"Ride, now."
Blinking black eyes back to some sense of lucidity, they brace their small hands on the Arishoks broad shoulders and begin to bounce in earnest. Cock jutting deeper at this angle, Taash lifts their hips the elf's sweet pussy, and when they do so on a downstroke they bottom out with lewd, wet slaps.
The Ariqun pants, eyes rolling backwards as another hasty orgasm seizes in their cunt, "Unf- fuck… Taash."
Snarling, Taash seats themself deep as the elf in their lap goes limp, tattooed cheek pressing to their heaving breast. Drool dribbles past the corners Riven's dark lips as the Adaari snatches their hips and rocks their supple body roughly against their aching cock.
"Use me, Kadan." Riven pleads, words half slurred, mindless with pleasure. Their voice trembles as they continue; "use my cunt. Make yourself feel good…oh fuck."
Taash snaps.
Roaring with all the might of a dragon, the Arishok throws their elf down, hovering over them as they deliver a series of deep, rough, penultimate thrusts.
"Mine!" They declared, verdant eyes wild, driven possessive and mad by the scent of cum and blood commingling with the lingering dragon pheromones.
Reaching out, Riven yanks the Adaari down into a smoldering kiss. All while the Arishok seats themself deep in the Ariqun's cunt. Their flat belly flexes and they groan into their parter's lips as they spill in white hot ropes right up to the Ariqun's fertile womb.
For a few, brief, momentous seconds they are a single being. Body and Soul. The elf whimpers and orgasms at the sensation of being filled so completely.
The kiss deepens. The Adaari rolls them so they lay with their shoulders to the headboard. They clutch the Ariqun to their chest as they heave and rasp through the aftershocks of intense climax.
Riven remains seated atop their dick for the barest second as their lips wander hungrily over the Arishok's handsome, angular face; cheeks, nose, jaw, lips, lips, lips.
"Kadan," they husk as Taash's softening slips free in a rush of commingled fluids, "Kadan."
It's a dangerous word to utter. Even here in their lover's bower. Kadan. Literally; center of the chest. Contextually; my heart.
The Arishok kisses the Ariqun to silence them. Chest full to bursting with affection for the little tattooed elf.
The pair tumble sideways, wound up in one another. Tangling up in the bloody crimson silk of the sheets.
After some time, they come to rest together. Basking in the smokey air. Shafts of silver moonlight carry through the gossamer curtains. The Ariqun lays bodily on the Arishok. Chin resting on their sternum as they swirl a curious, pensive finger over Taash's ashen, sweat sticky skin.
The Adaari leans forward, pressing their full mouth to the snakes on the elf's forehead, "whatcha thinkin''bout?"
Stated so casually, a rare slouch to their tone and words they would never permit in the presence of their many subordinates.
Riven smirks, nuzzling between the Arishok's full breasts, "Do you think that took?"
"Maybe," Taash's lips quirk upward against the crown of Riven's head. "We'll have to try a few more times. Just to be sure."
Though they cannot see the elf's face, the Arishok feels their expression fall in the sudden tension of their body.
"What's wrong?"
Riven looks up, eyes distant and sad. They sit up straddling Taash's waist, and gather the Adaari's hands in each of their own. Gingerly, the place the larger person's palms over the soft pouch of their inked belly. The snakes beneath Taash's palms seem to slither and dance in the pale light of the moons.
"… we are the Arishok and Ariqun… Body and Soul of the Qunari," They state plainly, as though these words should make the source of their sorrow obvious.
Swallowing thickly, Evataash nods their horned head. Strands of silvery hair catching in the moonlight; like a waterfall of that same light made corporal in silken tresses. They seem to shine in their beauteous glory; near divinity that leaves the elf breathless in wonder.
The elf shakes their blonde head to rid themself of the distraction from the topic at hand.
"The Qun demands that we give up our child." Their eyes flash ferocious in the dark. Their voice drops low and hushed as their thoughts race ahead into treasonous territory, "She will be raised by Tamassrans, away from us who made her. Who love her."
Taash's body tenses, hands balling into fists over Riven's belly.
They had been aware of that reality in a peripheral sense. But now the weight of the Qun's demands comes crashing down like a ton of bricks upon their shoulders. Jaw working hard, teeth grinding, they whisper, "I will destroy anything that ever tries to hurt you."
The Ariqun's silver-black eyes are cast in steely shadows. Their grip tightens on the Arishok's thick wrists, "you will destroy the Qun?"
"No," Taash wince away on instinct. Treason drips from their lover's lips like venom from a serpents fangs. They yank their wrists free of the elf's hands and gently push their mate out of their lap. They move to sit on fhe edge of the mattress, face pressed into their palms.
Never have they questioned. Never have they erred from the path. But the thought of another raising their baby, the thought of their daughter being ripped from Riven's arms… it is enough to sending their perception of the Qun into kaleidoscope fractals.
The Ariqun shuffles up behind them, winding arms possessively about their broad, battle scarred shoulders. The motion reopens the bite wound in Riven's shoulder. Blood drips fresh and hot onto the Arishok's flesh. A reminder of Taash's own sin.
"How long have you been think'n like this?" Taash asks.
"Since the moment I saw my Arishok," Riven replies. "And I knew I loved them."
Taash shudders at the intensity of their answer, but says nothing.
"Will you report me for re-education?"
The Adaari shakes their head, chuckling sardonically, "to who? The Ben-Hassrath are loyal to you."
"They would turn on me if they knew I defied the Qun so openly."
Taash snorts, turning and snatching the bleeding elf info their lap. They lave at the smaller person's mating wound attentively. When they pull back to peer into their silver eyes, their mouth is smeared with glistening sanguine. Riven leans forward to kiss them, but the Arishok pulls back, forcing their mate to meet the intensity of their stare, "what do you want?"
"What?"
"It's like you want me to turn you in. Do you want to die?"
The elf blinks, eyes prickling with a sudden onslaught of painful tears that make Taash uneasy.
"Ths Qun saved me once," the Ariqun admits, throat audibly thick, "now it sits like a stone on my neck. I was delivered from slavery in Tevinter into servitude to a creed that demands too much of me… it may have my hand, by blade, my words, but it cannot take my child. And it cannot strip from me the love I feel for you."
Taash sits in stunned silence for a long moment.
"There is a whole world beyond Par Vollen, beyond Seheron" Riven continues, voice growing smaller, weaker and more uncertain. "A world where we could be together without fear of discovery or retribution. Where we could raise our baby together. As a family."
The Arishok glances down to the elf's flat belly, blinking in rapid disbelief. This has been Riven's plan for some time, it seems. Bond to the Arishok, then persuade them from the path. Tassh cannot even find it within themself to be angry. Incredulity is all they can find within themself, "You want to become Tal-Vashoth. You want me to be Tal-Vashoth?"
Riven's expression is lined with a deep, abiding sorrow. Their thumb brushes tenderly over the Adaari's blood stained lower lip "We're all grey, Taash. Its the choices we make that determine who we are, not some mindless adherence to dogma."
Letting out a deep, shuddering sigh, Taash lets their forehead falls to butt against Riven's bloody shoulder, anointing their brown in fresh sanguine. Tal-Vashoth blood. Their left hand covers their lover's belly.
There remains no choice to them. Not now. Not when this aching maw of love gapes like a wound on their heart.
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"I said I would destroy anything that ever tries to hurt you," they explain simply. "Losing our baby would hurt you?"
"It would kill me."
"Okay."
"What are you thinking, Taash?"
The Arishok presses a kiss to the corner of the Ariqun's jaw, "you planned this."
"Yes." They do not deny.
"Okay."
"Taash?"
The Adaari turns their attention to more relevant matters; namely how they are going to escape this room without notice.
"They expect us to stay in this room all week," they say, eyes darting to the door, then to the gentle arch of the windows. "This will be our only chance. The only one we get for a long time."
Riven nods, a plan beginning to formulate behind their cunning eyes. "If we stop away on a ship out of Quanadar we can make it to Rivain- Kont-arr, and walk out."
"They'll hunt us," Taash laments.
"Let them. We didn't become the Body and Soul without spilling some Qunari blood."
The once-Arishok lets out a breathless chuckle, incredulity dripping from every pore, "Our loss will weaken the Qun."
"It was weak already to place so much stock in individuals. The Triumvirate has always been flawed."
The elf's eyes widen as they feel Taash's thick clit beginning to rouse once more as the Adaari sniffs and nuzzles their collarbone. The dragon pheromones lingering yet.
Rumbling, Taash's large hands grope the elf's peachy ass, "You're hot when you're scheming."
"You're insatiable," the once-Ariqun mutters, and leans forward to kiss their mate deeply. Blood mingling between their tongues.
"One more time," Taash mutters between hungry kisses, falling backward into the sheets, "Then we gotta go."
"Mmmm…" Riven mumbles thoughtlessly, reaching between them to align Taash's cock with their dripping center, "…yeah."