As Ash saw the beast run toward a man looking like it was going to pounch, she screamed in frustration as she knew she wasn't going to get there in time.  She had a spell ready to heal the man if needed, but then stopped short as she watched the dragon cuddle him.  He looked oddly familiar as if she knew him from somewhere, knew him somehow, looked something like Arren; but Arren was laying there asleep.  In fact, her, Cal, and Myar seemed to be the only ones not affected by whatever was going on.  Ash was very perceptive, but she wasn't the brightest bulb in the room and just couldn't figure out what was going on.<br/><br/>She approached the female Arren on the ground having many uncouth ways of waking her up in mind...but then something caught her eye as she stared at the halfling molested Guin.  She licked her lips as she thought about slipping that hot, erect cock deep inside her loins and clenching around it; milking it for it's nectar as it moved in and out of her.  Ash felt the wetness form inside her as the burning desire made her pause.  She had never had such a sensation before and she had to stop herself from reaching her hand between her legs to 'scratch the itch' per se.