While you two are making light conversation, you wonder – dragons sitting on mountainous hoards of shiny things is a popular fable. Dragons also sleep on them. Would dragons prefer to eat them? Would they fuck on them?
“Hah, no, and probably not,” [lyric.heShe] answers. [lyric.domTrainingABC|From the way [lyric.hisHer] body relaxes, and how [lyric.hisHer] tail gently swishes across your back|[lyric.HisHer] smile reaches [lyric.hisHer] eyes, and from the tone in [lyric.hisHer] voice|[lyric.HisHer] body relaxes on yours just enough to give your limbs a bit of freedom, and from the deep rumbling in [lyric.hisHer] chest from the laugh], [lyric.heShe] just enjoys speaking with you, even if it’s about silly little hypotheticals. “Dragons historically had hoards of all kinds. If one of them were the type to hoard gold, they would <b>never</b> eat any of it, no matter how delicious it was. And as for mating on top of their hoard – they would first have to find a mate that they trusted enough to bring to their hoard, and that mate also would need to not have a disposition to the same type of hoard, or else they’d immediately start fighting over it.”
[lyric.HeShe] pauses. “And the mate would have to be okay with, you know, having sex on top of another dragon’s hobby. Imagine if you and I just met, and I said ‘hey, I like to collect rocks. Do you want to have sex on top of my rock collection?’”
You laugh and say, for [lyric.himHer], that’s not a dealbreaker.
“Right,” [lyric.heShe] says with a light chuckle, “but it is for some people, just like it would be for some dragons.”
After that bit of levity, the room goes quiet for a moment. But, before the topic gets away from you, one more question comes to mind: now that Lyric is a dragon, has <b>[lyric.heShe]</b> learned what [lyric.hisHer] hoard would be, if anything?
“I knew from the start,” [lyric.heShe] answers. [lyric.domTrainingABC|[lyric.HeShe] pushes [lyric.hisHer] whole body back against you; [lyric.hisHer] open hand finds yours, and [lyric.hisHer] tail squeezes affectionately around your waist|[lyric.HeShe] leans forward and gently presses the tip of [lyric.hisHer] draconic snout against your nose, rubbing it back and forth affectionately|[lyric.HisHer] body constricts around you slightly, pulling [lyric.hisHer] arms and legs in as [lyric.heShe] wraps tightly, but not too tightly, around you]. “It’s right here.”
You don’t respond. You aren’t sure if you even can.