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Cut and Run Ch- 8

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“In the prophecies concerning the Succubus Nostrum, it was stated that when the ‘First Male Returns’,” she explained, “other male dragons would start to be born!” she said, scrunching her lips together.
“But they haven’t!” she snarled, her teeth flashing.“Since your transformation, almost a dozen Dragons have become gravid. I had them all magically scanned, and not so much as a single one of them is gravid with a male. Not. A. SINGLE ONE!”  She pointed to me with a finger/claw, and stomped a foot on the ground with emphasis.
“Therefore, YOU must have a role to play when it comes to siring Male Dragons.

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Cut and Run, Chapter 3

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“Frazziss. You’ve got to let me go.” I beg of her.

“Please, I can’t hold on anymore. It’s just too painful.” And it was. I tried, I tried so very hard to hold on for her. But I just wasn’t tough enough.

The tears in her eyes that had been threatening to flow, did so as she closed them in anguish. I could see them course down her face, tracing the outline of those sweet cheek scales that I had lovingly stroked so many times.

Sobbing, she opens her eyes again. It breaks my heart to see the tears of the tortured longing in her face shining forth with a desire for something more, something unattainable.

I try to gently pull away from her, but she refuses to liberate me as I sit there on the edge. Instead, she tightens her grasp as if she could make me stay with her forever.

“Please.” I whisper one last time.

Slowly, reluctantly, she loosens her grip. She’s finally facing the fact that despite all of her wants, all of her desires, there were some things that I just couldn’t give her.

Then at the last, she releases me.

I turn my head away so as to not see the agony that grips her mournful face. I move my legs over the edge and face the gulf that lies before me. I gauge the distance, hoping that I might not miss the mark of the stone that lay so far beneath me. I also hope that she wouldn’t pull me back again. Yet, somehow deep down, I knew that I could trust her not to.

I don’t look back, for if I did, I wouldn’t be able to do what I have to next.

My ears shriek with her anguished negation, as I propel myself over the edge and down into the vastness that lay below.

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