Su An'an's lips became cherries, savaged repeatedly within the Poison Dragon's mouth.
In Night Abyss's pupils, the light coalesced into blood-red amber.
As he leaned over her, the air stirred with the cloying sweetness of Mandala flowers.
It was like the juice of an overripe cherry trickling down her throat.
Su An'an tried to pull back, but Night Abyss yanked her hard against him.
The fine, black scales of his skin were growing hot.
The Poison Dragon's kiss was the muffled thunder before a storm.
It was the sharp teeth biting into a ripe fruit.
It plunged her whole being into a viscous, fragrant nectar.
The coolness of her collar popping open was like a blade sliding across her skin.
Su An'an's cherry pit was about to be crushed between Night Abyss's teeth.
'Princess, you can't go soft now! Bite him!'
Little Pink was frantic.
It wished it could lend its own steel teeth to the Princess.
And sever Night Abyss's unruly tongue with a single chomp.
