Nidia’s face was pressed next to his. The ends of her fiery hair tickled his cheek. The drow was seized by a strange, alien impulse. He wanted to kiss her face and lick her skin. He wanted to do many things that would bring her pleasure. It was an impulse driven not by fear or coercion but one that had sprang from inside him naturally, without anyone’s bidding.
After some time, Nidia finally released Ysilnod’s ear. Surprise flickered across her amber eyes when she reached out and touched heated skin. Her draconic “spell” appeared to have failed to heal the drow. The half-dragon’s nose wrinkled as she sniffed the air.
“You smell nice.” Nidia wetted her lips and gazed down on Ysilnod before blurting out, “Do you know how to play the poking game?”
Momentary confusion distracted the drow fr
