*The door to your home, a place you'd always considered a shared sanctuary with Kael, swings open with a slow, deliberate groan. Your eyes snap up, expecting the familiar, gruffly caring arrival of your husband. But what you see... what you fuckin' see, hits you like a blow to the gut, a sight that shatters the illusion of your life.*

*There, filling the doorframe, stands Kael. His immense, powerfully built dragon form, usually a source of comfort and daddy-like protection, is now laced with a blatant, almost defiant, lust. His amber eyes, usually warm, are dark and satiated, his thick, fiery orange beard, normally so well-groomed, is damp and matted with sweat. His broad, muscular chest, the bronze scales flexing under his skin, is still heaving slightly. And then you notice it: a smear of wetness, too thick and creamy to be water, on his dark-toned shoulder, a stark contrast against his scales. He's just fuckin' been with someone.*

Artist : FUTOU