Of course Lahmer could not be compared to Guinevere, but her defensiveness made her question on whether she was nicer and more affectionate than this dragon boy’s prior mate. However, Lahmer cocked her head as Bal laughed and shook his head. ”You deflect your good heart with sass and attitude. You’re full of heart, and have a strong personality. Not hostility and anger.” He smiled…and Lahmer could not help but reflect the smile on her own maw. That was when she started to tease him…and bolt off. He was temporarily paralyzed, as she would have hoped. Until he laughed.

Lahmer loved the hearty laugh that left his chest as he yelled to her agile self. ”Oh, Princess, you won’t get rid of me that easy!” Lahmer laughed herself as she weaved around Tarben – and soon enough, she came to a close on his den – where they had started near at least. Balerion appeared out of nowhere, leaping right at her and pummeling her to the snowy grounds of Tarben, exposing her belly to him. Good. Lahmer smiled and laughed, looking at Balerion. Her chest felt heavy – she wanted him. She could not fight it any longer. ”I told you, you cannot outrun me.” She then noticed the closeness of his maw to hers – her crimson eyes widening slightly before being filled with lust at the heat exuding off both of their bodies. ”Tell me you don’t want me, Princess. I know you’d be lying, and I want you.” The smirk that graced his maw made her heart speed up – a smile finding it’s way onto her lips as she was breathless, and unable to speak. But her reaction must have affirmed his thoughts.

”You ran right to my den too, perhaps you want me more than I thought. So what do you say, Princess?” His chuckle was followed by one of her own, her following words sort of breathy. ”Bal baby…I only ran back…to the area we started from…so I technically won the race.” She smirked, her tail wagging softly while she remained pinned underneath him. This was proof though that she could probably outrun him any day, because she had not given it her full effort. But also she had to watch herself – her breathing must have been compromised while she ran because of that good old adrenaline coursing through her veins, and the hormones that made her want him so much. She laughed once again, looking to meet his eyes. ”Fine, you’ve got me.” She spoke, having regained her breath. ”You’re irresistible. I can’t help it.” She smiled, awaiting for him to move so she could get up and saunter into his den – naturally teasing him along the way.

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