[The Primal Forests - 'Little Death']<br/><br/>Little Death remained still as the dragon approached her, cautious eyes watching his every movement. Her gaze caught sight of his impressive girth, and although she had seen few other examples of such, the size alone surpassed any other potential mate she had encountered before. Her eyes narrowed slightly when he sampled her breasts, the soft mounds wet with his saliva when he withdrew his tongue. She still harbored more than a hint of aggression toward this bold rival, yet the primal need he had awakened in her took presidence over everything else.<br/><br/>She crouched low then turned herself around, her tail flicking back and forth as she raised her hips, placing her clawed hands firmly upon the wide tree branch upon which they stood. Her sex already glistened with nectar, an indication of just how firmly his "dust's" influence had taken hold of her. The lust within her had built up to such an extent that pride and dignity both were easily forgotten.