"Well," Elion muttered as he closed the door behind him, "that escalated quickly." They had ended up finding a room to rent at a decent inn, and now, here they were.
The interior was small and packed, but it was neat and well-kept.
Tessa stood off to the side, fidgeting with a lock of her red hair while her face burned with a deep blush. She looked as though she wanted to stand firm, turn around, run away, and punch something all at the same time.
This was clearly new territory for her, and honestly, she had every right to be nervous.
Elion, on the other hand, was very much looking forward to what was coming next. Between his usual pervy self and the new Dragon bloodline that seemed to come with boundless lust, he constantly felt like he was about to pop a blood vessel in his nether regions.
