Her knees buckled.
He had expected this — his arm was already around her waist before she went down, his hand flat against the small of her back, holding her weight against him. Her thick body went soft in his arms, the heavy tits dragging against his chest as she sagged, her hips pressing into him, her grip in his hair loosening as her strength redirected itself somewhere less useful.
Three feet away.
Esvan stood frozen in black and white.
The shirt open. The bandaging visible. The arm raised. The fine jaw set.
Completely unaware that in the stopped afternoon, the wife who had been arguing in his defense was currently melting against a dragon's chest with her mouth making noises that left very little open to interpretation.
Raven kissed her deeper.
His tongue found hers.
She made a sound that was not a protest.
SLURRRP—
"Mmmmhnn~~—!!"
