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// Act VII, Scene II 
// Story: The Lusty Dragon Maid 
// by Art Inspired 
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The two of you are now together in the royal kitchens of all places, but neither of you are even really all that sure as to what you're doing. Luckily, you're completely alone with Smolder, but you've been baking for far too long. Every now and again, however, you catch a stunning glance as she bends, and reaches for the mixing bowl. 

She's always so active whenever she's around you. It is nice and steamy in there today, too, and the sweet, little dragon maid has worn her shortest skirt yet again. You make absolutely no complaints as far as her attire goes. She looks dazzlingly pretty in her pink apron as well. "My goodness, that's quite a loaf! But how ever shall it fit my oven?"

She turns to you, inching even closer. She rests her scaly head on your shoulder, and stares up at you with obvious need in her wide eyes. She blinks a few times, and as time passes, you also start to hear her as she keeps on breathing.

You feel tempted to bring her even closer towards you, but you must keep control of your sporadic impulses. At least, for now you must, so you smile kindly at her. "This loaf isn't ready for baking, my sweet. It has yet to rise."

She pouts, and brings the nail of her claw close towards her pursed lips. "If only we could hurry that along. How would I accomplish such a task?" 

You've been at this for long enough, and as you lean against the nearby counter, you decide that it's beyond high time that you took a small break, and watched Smolder at work for a change.

"Oh, my foolish little dragon maid," you say with a shrug. She just looks in your direction with unsure eyes. "You must use your claws."

She gasps with a shocked expression. "You wish me to knead the loaf? Here?" She panics a little, and looks all around in fear. She's just too cute to you whenever she's behaving like this.

Your amusement knows no bounds today, so you tightly grab hold of her around the thighs, and you bring her that much closer. Your faces might as well be gracing one another by now. "Of course," you voice openly.

She shakes in your heroic, and mighty presence. "But what if the mistress catches me? Your loaf was meant to satisfy her appetite."

If only to calm her down, you wave your hand with a careless attitude. "Don't fret, my delicate flower." You then softly and fondly stroke her tense wings. "I'll satisfy the mistress's cravings later."

"Very well," she says back to you with a roll of the eyes. "But I'm afraid my oven isn't hot enough. It could take hours!"

Again, you smile all too happily as these words freely enter your ears. You simply tell her after biting your bottom lip passionately, "Plenty of time, my sweet. Plenty of time."