A Birthday Gift for @ladyvean
Niala Damar was a quiet sort of woman, prone to taking long periods to think over a decision. She balanced Corat, the thought to his actions. But now, he appreciated her silence, her deliberation.
Standing before him in just a sheer slip, she debated between the red rope in her left hand or the leather cuffs in her right. Looking up at her husband, her dark brown eyes roamed over his bare chest, the broad shoulders, the ridges of his neck darkening along with the rest of his scales at the thought of exactly how those implements were to be used.
She sets the rope by the bed, turning to return the leather cuffs to the toy chest. She pulls something else out, hidden in a cloth. Corat can guess what it might be as she sets it on the night stand.
I am saving this for bedtime, but a big THANK YOU in advance! It was very sweet of you - I didn’t expect anyone to actually offer me Lizard Porn Tribute.
You’re awesome.
