14.Nov.12, 09:36 PM
"Yeah, I -- " Her words to Seijin were cut off as a blue streak of fire-lizard slammed into her throat with an entire meatroll. Ellaira's eyes went enormously wide, her pupils dilating in shock as the little creature scrambled up her collarbone, leaving tiny white lines of scratches where his claws had used her skin to climb. Her mouth worked, but no sound came out, eyes rolling to the side to try and catch a glimpse of the sky-blue hide of the creature on her shoulder.
She could feel his pleasure, like a warm spot underneath her breastbone. Little bits of meatroll fell down her shirt as the fire-lizard scoffed the food, his first stomach swelling like the crop of a well-fed bird before he stretched, muscles tensing in a full-body swallow to move the food deeper into his digestive system. The blue stretched down, dark green tongue flicking out to lick up crumbs caught in the faint moisture between her breasts.
"You're as pretty as a darter," Ellaira breathed, as the little fire-lizard almost lost his balance, flapping still-wet wings and revealing the striking white double-bars running across his sky-blue wings. He clambered up her shirt, curling around her neck, his long tail wrapping around in a chokehold, and sang at Echlerov and Seijin, a beautiful trilling song. She whistled back at him through her teeth, an imitation of the song of the birds which were building a nest in her eaves for the third turn in a row.
The blue cocked his head to the side, then sang the bird's song right back at her, nearly note perfect. Ellaira could feel the grin breaking out across her face. "A warbler, are you?" she asked, reaching up and scratching him delicately under the chin. The fire-lizard chirped, then hiccuped and lay his head down, apparently falling fast asleep. She rolled her eyes. "Babies," she said, in all affection. After all, she'd already had two of her own. What was a third?
She could feel his pleasure, like a warm spot underneath her breastbone. Little bits of meatroll fell down her shirt as the fire-lizard scoffed the food, his first stomach swelling like the crop of a well-fed bird before he stretched, muscles tensing in a full-body swallow to move the food deeper into his digestive system. The blue stretched down, dark green tongue flicking out to lick up crumbs caught in the faint moisture between her breasts.
"You're as pretty as a darter," Ellaira breathed, as the little fire-lizard almost lost his balance, flapping still-wet wings and revealing the striking white double-bars running across his sky-blue wings. He clambered up her shirt, curling around her neck, his long tail wrapping around in a chokehold, and sang at Echlerov and Seijin, a beautiful trilling song. She whistled back at him through her teeth, an imitation of the song of the birds which were building a nest in her eaves for the third turn in a row.
The blue cocked his head to the side, then sang the bird's song right back at her, nearly note perfect. Ellaira could feel the grin breaking out across her face. "A warbler, are you?" she asked, reaching up and scratching him delicately under the chin. The fire-lizard chirped, then hiccuped and lay his head down, apparently falling fast asleep. She rolled her eyes. "Babies," she said, in all affection. After all, she'd already had two of her own. What was a third?