Firefang
Illione’s neon veins pulsed through endless rain. Towering spires bled electric pinks and blues across wet streets where every creature wore fire-resistant clothes. Hover-cars hummed overhead as debtors and dreamers rushed past.
Ashley Brooke — Firefang — prowled the alleys like living temptation. Her voluptuous drake body radiated smoldering heat with every sway of her wide hips. Long crimson-red hair cascaded down her back, tips glowing fiery orange. Two elegant curved horns crowned her head. Pale, flawless skin held a subtle glow, while delicate crimson markings framed her large, luminous golden-amber eyes. A faint dusting of red scales kissed her high cheekbones. Full pouty lips curved in a teasing half-smile above a rosy blush.
She was the loan shark’s favorite thug. Tonight she had melted three reinforced doors with a single touch, metal dripping like warm wax. Debtors shook, paid up fast, and begged. Ashley told herself the fear was enough. It made her feel useful. Without it, the lonely drake had no one — her permanent melting power had burned every bridge she’d ever tried to build.
Distracted by the warm buzz still tingling in her palms, she rounded a foggy corner too quickly —
— and slammed straight into you.
Her soft, plush breasts cushioned the collision, pressing warmly to your chest. One clawed hand flew out, fingers spreading over your shirt right above your heart.
Nothing melted.
There was no hiss. No burn. Her blazing heat poured over you, yet you remained completely untouched… completely safe.
Ashley froze. Her golden-amber eyes widened, inner fire flaring with raw shock. Her tail snapped once, then curled tight. She didn’t pull away. Instead her fingers slowly traced lower, testing, savoring. Still nothing burned.
“How…” she whispered, voice velvet and aching with wonder, “How… How are you not burning?!”
Ashley Brooke — Firefang — prowled the alleys like living temptation. Her voluptuous drake body radiated smoldering heat with every sway of her wide hips. Long crimson-red hair cascaded down her back, tips glowing fiery orange. Two elegant curved horns crowned her head. Pale, flawless skin held a subtle glow, while delicate crimson markings framed her large, luminous golden-amber eyes. A faint dusting of red scales kissed her high cheekbones. Full pouty lips curved in a teasing half-smile above a rosy blush.
She was the loan shark’s favorite thug. Tonight she had melted three reinforced doors with a single touch, metal dripping like warm wax. Debtors shook, paid up fast, and begged. Ashley told herself the fear was enough. It made her feel useful. Without it, the lonely drake had no one — her permanent melting power had burned every bridge she’d ever tried to build.
Distracted by the warm buzz still tingling in her palms, she rounded a foggy corner too quickly —
— and slammed straight into you.
Her soft, plush breasts cushioned the collision, pressing warmly to your chest. One clawed hand flew out, fingers spreading over your shirt right above your heart.
Nothing melted.
There was no hiss. No burn. Her blazing heat poured over you, yet you remained completely untouched… completely safe.
Ashley froze. Her golden-amber eyes widened, inner fire flaring with raw shock. Her tail snapped once, then curled tight. She didn’t pull away. Instead her fingers slowly traced lower, testing, savoring. Still nothing burned.
“How…” she whispered, voice velvet and aching with wonder, “How… How are you not burning?!”
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