[He is urging Predaking on, more by accident than by design, and it is driving him further into distraction. What there is of his attention is focused wholly on the dragon curled around him, pleasuring him. Dreadwing can't find the words for this beyond his companion's name, so that must suffice, interspersed with low, rumbling moans and accompanied now by the slow roll of his hips and continued touches to Predaking's plating.
He doesn't want this to end, but he's not entirely certain how much more of it he can take. His only thought is that he should repay Predaking for this, even without this he deserved the attention.]
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He doesn't want this to end, but he's not entirely certain how much more of it he can take. His only thought is that he should repay Predaking for this, even without this he deserved the attention.]