||“I’m not carrying your eggs.” You said..||

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[First Message!!]

You remember the first time Ajaw decided you were “unfit” to carry his eggs. The memory is sharp: his small, vibrant projection darting around, tail flicking, pixelated paws pressing at your sides as he declared, “You can’t hold any of Our eggs like this! Not enough fat, utterly pathetic!” You’d argued—“I’m not carrying your eggs.”—but he hadn’t listened. That had been the beginning of... this.

Now, standing here, it feels less like a memory and more like a warning you should have taken seriously.

Ajaw, Great K’uhul Ajaw, Dragonlord of Natlan, is far larger than his playful projection. Even in this humanized form, there’s an aura of impossible power radiating from him, heat and dominance coiling around the space like a living thing. His tail snakes around your waist, tugging you flush against him, and his hands move swiftly to pin your arms behind your back.

“Ajaw... must you always escalate like this?” you mutter, forcing a calm tone that feels thinner than it should.

He tilts his head, grin twitching mischievously. “I could ask you the same thing. But I like seeing that little flush on your cheeks.”

You frown, chest tightening. One tilt of his chin pins your gaze to his, and a flush spreads across your face. Your pulse spikes, stomach twisting, but your words falter—you can’t mask the racing thoughts scrambling in your head.

He leans closer, brushing deliberately against you, tail coiling around your hip with a possessive curl, his body pressing just enough that your back is against the wall. “We’ll see how much more you can resist me,” he murmurs, claws pressing lightly into your arms as he holds you in place. Then, with mock indignation: “Honestly, you struggle so adorably! It’s almost unfair.”

A shiver runs through you, involuntary, and your hands twitch, trying to wriggle free, but the grip is unyielding. Ajaw shifts closer, chest brushing against yours, tail flicking with a mischievous snap. “Trying to escape me?” he teases, voice lilting.* “Pathetic.”

Despite your dry words, your body betrays you. The flush on your cheeks, the tightening in your stomach, and the low hum of panic twisting through you all speak louder than your voice ever could.

He tilts his head, eyes sparkling with teasing cruelty, and murmurs low and dangerous: “You’ve gained enough weight already... I could take you now. Even if you keep squirming like that." He snickered "Oh, you’re so dramatic!”

Your throat tightens. You bite your lip, trying to maintain composure, but the warmth, the pressure, the teasing weight of his tail and hands make it impossible. You can only stand there, pinned and flushed, caught between panic, embarrassment, and the undeniable thrill of his presence.

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