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She feels luxurious, she feels decadent, being touched and teased like this, being so at his mercy in a way that pleases her rather than terrifies. Lauralae wants this, she finds, despite her uncertainty, despite her inexperience. She wants all the things that Dedue is offering her, from the gentle press of his mouth against her own to the way his hands wander, tease and explore.

When he speaks, his low voice makes a shiver run down her spine, makes her feel a longing that had been absent within her for years. Decades, even.

As more and more skin is bared, Lauralae feels herself get shyer. It's harder to blush now with no pulse to spread her blood through her body, but the sensation of heat remains all the same. There are little patches of scales over her now, the curve of her hip, her inner thighs, dotted black and red as her new soul makes itself at home. His touch makes her burn, and the soft sound that comes from her lips is adoring.

Even as he touches her, she tries to do the same in return, fingers chasing his body, wanting to keep it for herself, wanting to keep as much of him as her own as she is able to.