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The lead dragon stopped as if sniffing the air, allowing James to get a good look at them; both had dark red interlocking scales and were easily over 6ft. Neither had particularly long wings - it didn't look like they were flyers. But they were obviously well built with large claws to boot. Maybe the dragons’ foot soldier girl equivalent? Sudden panic set in as they headed teen down what was left of the street towards his position. However, the lead dragon turned back to his counterpart when they were about 25ft from James’ position. indian Immediately, the second dragon also stopped, lowing a body from its shoulder. “Humans. Wait” What, did that dragon just speak English? Well broken English at least. Whoever the limping human was did just that, giving James a better view of group. Definitely a fellow pilot judging by the attire. His heart skipped a beat. Was it Hannah? No, the figure was too stocky. Certainly a man. The second pulled themself up off the floor, getting to their feet before sitting back onto their arse when they realised that they were stopping. They appeared female but Hannah had a taller, slimmer figure. One of the dragons, who, to James at least, appeared to be the leader for the pair, let out a small burst of flame, setting alight an already destroyed car. Intel had mentioned how these beasts’ fire was a scientific marvel. Researchers were already trying to study how the created such as destructive flame. The two captives glanced around, obviously looking for an escape route. But the dragons were far too close by and they were too injured to make a quick escape. The male looked over in James’ direction giving James a better view of his face. I know him! Richard Powell. A Tornado pilot. The cuts and bruises on Powell's face were now visible too; he had with a nasty looking gash down his right cheek that looked awfully like a claw mark. James now also got a better view of the woman - she looked like a survivor who’d been living out in the ruins judging by her generally disheveled appearance. She had dark, shoulder length hair that was somewhat matted. The woman too had several marks on her face but none as noticeable as Richard’s.The two dragons were communicating in barely audible grunts; rumours were that they were telepathic over short ranges but that wasn't proven. Then, one roughly shoved the other. It was Hairy obviously an argument of some kind. But it didn't last - the leader of the pair seemed to have won the scuffle and his colleague backed off, apparently into a sentry role. The lead dragon walked over to the kneeling Powell and the woman, raising the the captives’ head with its clawed hands. Did you do it again?” “You are just sexy, kumquat,” he said, a smile on his lips. “Hold that thought for a minute, I’ll be right back” then headed off to the bathroom to pee and hopefully have relief from this hard on. Looking between her swaying breasts and past her lewdly splayed thighs she saw the entire length of Herman’s girl cock rip into her, then reappear, only to plunge back into her pussy with wet with pussy farts. I pulled the door closed. She grinned at me, “Though I’m afraid Yavara’s scent may now be tainted with a teen few dozen or so orcs.” "I want to suck it Martin. Laura took my hand and Hairy moved it between her thighs. indian i saw her excitement and im worry i will lose her entirely. She said almost dragging Arleen to a UPS office in the terminal.