[Maybe he'll start a revolution or an equal rights movement. Maybe he and the other captive brides will unionize! But if all else fails, well:]
Then I'll fry you to a crisp with my sun powers!
[It's either divorce or death! ... though if he's so powerful, it does raise the question of why he hasn't aggressed against the Dragon Lord so far, beyond uselessly beating his fists against its scales. It's almost like he wants to be taken.
If so, not by the dragon's tongue. Feeling that long thick tongue drag all over his thighs makes him recoil. It looks weird, it feels weird, and he doesn't like it! The whole thing is creepy enough to send shivers up his spine! ... and definitely not for any other reason. He's shivering from creepiness, that's all. Anyway, he'll thank the Dragon Lord to keep that tongue inside his mouth. Try to shove it down his throat?]
I'll bite it off!
[So there!
But now comes the part he can't delay, the thing he needs to do if he wants to stop himself from getting injured. Bakugo's seen him naked, but has he ever seen him like this? Gathering lube onto his finger, Hiyori sinks the digit into himself, his cheeks rosy and his eyes narrowed in concentration. It slides in easily down to the knuckle, a second finger soon pushing in along with it, lips parting as he widens the stretch.
He hasn't done this to himself much. Jun is usually the one taking care of it. But he's done it to himself a few times recently: getting his body ready for the toy he absconded with during the "Lust is Birds" event, and while practicing putting on a show. He and Jun invite other people to watch them sometimes, after all. Not regularly, but sometimes, starting with Leona. And thanks to hanging around House Finch, he knows there are opportunities for "solo performances" too, if he ever felt bold enough to take them.
That's sort of what this is right now, since he rejected the dragon's tongue: him putting on a show, for his imagined audience and for the cameras, still struggling to film despite the glow obscuring him. It flickers and flashes, and the "censorship" doesn't give them as clear a view as they'd like, but it's still pretty explicit: him with his legs spread and bent backwards, ass arched off the ground while he works his fingers inside himself.
Ah, but there's one person who's not watching. One person (or one monster, rather) whose head is turned towards his cave, rather than towards the gorgeous sight laid out underneath him. The positioning is awkward (it would be much better if he had a pillow for his lower back and a cushy bed to lie in!), and he feels embarrassed, too. But he also feels exhilarated, and he knows he's always beautiful. He's going so far for this dumb activity, pushing himself out of his comfort zone, and for what? Just so the hotheaded teen inside the dragon can ignore him? As a performer, how is he ever supposed to be satisfied with that? And no bride would want to be ignored by her husband on her wedding night!
The indignation makes him snap again, voice hot and breathy as his fingers move with a sticking sound.]
Don't you— mn... Don't you dare look away. While your bride is lying right here... what sort of heartless dragon are you? Don't tell me you are shy?
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Then I'll fry you to a crisp with my sun powers!
[It's either divorce or death! ... though if he's so powerful, it does raise the question of why he hasn't aggressed against the Dragon Lord so far, beyond uselessly beating his fists against its scales. It's almost like he wants to be taken.
If so, not by the dragon's tongue. Feeling that long thick tongue drag all over his thighs makes him recoil. It looks weird, it feels weird, and he doesn't like it! The whole thing is creepy enough to send shivers up his spine! ... and definitely not for any other reason. He's shivering from creepiness, that's all. Anyway, he'll thank the Dragon Lord to keep that tongue inside his mouth. Try to shove it down his throat?]
I'll bite it off!
[So there!
But now comes the part he can't delay, the thing he needs to do if he wants to stop himself from getting injured. Bakugo's seen him naked, but has he ever seen him like this? Gathering lube onto his finger, Hiyori sinks the digit into himself, his cheeks rosy and his eyes narrowed in concentration. It slides in easily down to the knuckle, a second finger soon pushing in along with it, lips parting as he widens the stretch.
He hasn't done this to himself much. Jun is usually the one taking care of it. But he's done it to himself a few times recently: getting his body ready for the toy he absconded with during the "Lust is Birds" event, and while practicing putting on a show. He and Jun invite other people to watch them sometimes, after all. Not regularly, but sometimes, starting with Leona. And thanks to hanging around House Finch, he knows there are opportunities for "solo performances" too, if he ever felt bold enough to take them.
That's sort of what this is right now, since he rejected the dragon's tongue: him putting on a show, for his imagined audience and for the cameras, still struggling to film despite the glow obscuring him. It flickers and flashes, and the "censorship" doesn't give them as clear a view as they'd like, but it's still pretty explicit: him with his legs spread and bent backwards, ass arched off the ground while he works his fingers inside himself.
Ah, but there's one person who's not watching. One person (or one monster, rather) whose head is turned towards his cave, rather than towards the gorgeous sight laid out underneath him. The positioning is awkward (it would be much better if he had a pillow for his lower back and a cushy bed to lie in!), and he feels embarrassed, too. But he also feels exhilarated, and he knows he's always beautiful. He's going so far for this dumb activity, pushing himself out of his comfort zone, and for what? Just so the hotheaded teen inside the dragon can ignore him? As a performer, how is he ever supposed to be satisfied with that? And no bride would want to be ignored by her husband on her wedding night!
The indignation makes him snap again, voice hot and breathy as his fingers move with a sticking sound.]
Don't you— mn... Don't you dare look away. While your bride is lying right here... what sort of heartless dragon are you? Don't tell me you are shy?