Finally, Brownie started making growling noises of what seemed like pleasure. I realized that his orgasm was approaching, and suddenly I was reminded ...f the knot. Shit, the damned knot! His knot could end up tearing my cunt apart. I needed to get him off me. But obviously, it was too late to do anything of the sort. I felt the base of his dick started expanding and pushing against the inside of my cunt, even as I felt his warm semen being sprayed in me."SHIT! FUCK! YOU BETTER NOT TEAR ME OPEN,. Isra lowered his binoculars and turned to look at the elven War Master. "Oh yes. Those lines of flame are the breath of dragons Tareif." Isra said. "Seven different ones that I can distinguish for sure. Two adolescent and five older infant hatchlings it would appear." Infant?" Tareif asked aghast.Isra nodded. "The older a dragon gets, the longer they can sustain a flame, and the further they can project it. Isheeni for example can sustain her flame for the better portion of an hour and project. I don’t think my father was ever prouder of me than the day I took his job away from him.”Max made it on time to his last meeting of the day by virtue of still being on the phone when he walked into the door of the conference room. At the head of the table, Ainsley shot him a dirty look, but he held up one finger and said into the phone. “Honestly, whoever wins the ticket will be admitted and treated like all the other guests. They’re not the bad guy in this. Whoever got a hold of the ticket. It wasn't sweet — drier, he thought was the correct term, and it had a more complex taste. But that was secondary to the fact that it warmed his tummy and made his groin tingle."Where's Missy?" he asked at one point."One of her friends, Ruth Jameson, is having a stay over party," Helen said."Mmm," Donnie said with a nod. He could just imagine Missy and five or six other girls sitting around scantily clad, maybe sharing some illicitly gained alcohol, maybe some kissing and giggling, then more.