18+ Warning!
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Lucivar was now showering after beating Sirrush to a pulp.
He never had a problem with Gandr and Sha, but Sirrush was another thing entirely.
Despite taking in the appearance of a flying dragon, he preferred swimming over soaring through the skies, and while he could have returned to the Primordial Sea and swum there, he liked pestering Lucivar far too much, and this kind of incident has been becoming more and more frequent.
In the end, Lucivar could only blame Tamtu for spoiling her children.
Pssh!
Inside the bathroom, steam curled, thick and humid, clinging to Lucivar's skin, as he braced himself against the tiled wall behind him. His breath came in low, tattered moans, teeth gritting hard against the pleasure coiling tight in his gut.
Above, the shower's relentless spray pounded down on him, water sluicing over the hard lines of his body.
But it did nothing to cool the incredible heat Ravenna stoked in him.
