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Mystic Silver Breeze
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You open a PORTAL so you can actually see their reactions. Your cold black heart melts slightly seeing the joy in your sister's face.
...Hmm? Your heart isn't cold nor black and is in fact quite warm and gushy?
It melts anyway.
"How about you, Siphon? Does Gulketi put you on his head very often?"
"sometimes! it's a nice place to adventure from or to relax after he breaks me~"
"breaks you?" Daatra asks. Wait-- oh no!
You dive in (metaphorically) to shield Daatra from the concerning mental images demanding attention in your own head. "S-so yeah! Gulketi is basically this, but even larger!"
"he's bigger on the outside, and even bigger bigger on the inside!" Siphon says.
"are we seriously continuing that conversation?"
You are confused and quite concerned. "Siphon, are you corrupting my poor sister?"
"who, me~? just talking about the square cube law... oh wait, is that too dangerous to mention? maybe we need a safer topic about the insides of a dragon~"
"like how to personally explore them?" Daatra asks sarcastically.
"sure, if you think that's a good idea!"
"wait wha--"
"so ceri, what do you think about eating us and making us comfy and warm in your tummy and then making a portal we can use to escape later~?"
There's a moment in storytelling when you start to wonder if the author is using their pen to channel their inner desires, to experience their deepest kinks vicariously through the actions of their characters.
Once such a question enters your mind, it's often answered almost immediately after. A sort of Chekov's gun of kinks that only lasts one or two sentences, before you're blasted with 'oh god, this is totally their fetish' or 'oh, whew, I guess I was worried over nothing.'
For one line to hold such power is something we must take a moment to appreciate. Many will spend thousands of words chasing this holy grail, to anchor the perception of an entire story to a single thought.
"I literally don't want to do that at all," you say.
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