The Luscious Drakonian Maid, Chapter 2: River Maiden
Lush'Kyss:
I beg thee, Sir Lancehart, avert thine eyes! As my form lies bare before thee under the moonlight's embrace, thine gaze fills me with shame!
Sir Lancehart:
Not shame, but desire swells in thee, my little Lush! Thine flushed strawberry cheeks betray thee!
Lush'Kyss:
Don't step closer! My waters run so deep and warm, they may swallow thee so and lock thee away until the golden glow of morn!
Sir Lancehart:
So locked away I must be! Sweep me under thine waves, for my heart yearns for naught more than to be held firm beneath thee, to gaze up at the crescent and the supple bosom it illuminates!
Lush'Kyss:
Oh, to join me in this river's dance wild and free, Sir Lancehart, thine spirit must truly be unchained — but must thee prod me so below with thine appetite?
Sir Lancehart:
Dearest Lush, what thee feels beneath is my lance's tip, to keep us safe whilst we drown in pleasure. I never set forth without protection!
Lush'Kyss:
Oh, how considerate! One should always bring such wards!
The Luscious Drakonian Maid, Chapter 3: Beneath Cloth
Sir Lancehart:
Dearest Lush, this disguise will serve thee well. The human garb hides thine emerald scales — with this, all shall see thee as a common milkmaid! Only I will know the truth of thine pure heart and exotic curves!
Lush'Kyss:
You wish to leave the cover of the canopy together, and live unbound from hate and prejudice... but this cloth is woven of lies! None shall accept me as I hide my deepest desires!
Sir Lancehart:
Do not discard your disguise, Lush'Kyss! We've strayed too far from the thicket! Say, how will thee suffer when a stranger's gaze finds thine flower?
Lush'Kyss:
Then they may marvel at its divinity! These covers are chains I must break to rid myself of shame! See my claws run across my trembling chest, unabashed! Oh, how would I hide a racing heart such as this, my beloved? Each beat compels me ever forward and into thine embrace! Come, soothe my craving as you did by the silver riverside!
Sir Lancehart:
Thine garden has blossomed, dear! Oh, fire overtakes me! I must wet my lips with thine nectar to quench the thirst!
Lush'Kyss:
Plant your seed, my beloved! You have my explicit and verbal consent!
Sir Lancehart:
...And I'd never lay a hand on thee with ambiguity overshadowing our bond, as I hold thee in too high a regard!