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Aldra, the wandering dragon
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Just someone who loves to wander about.
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Trying out a more saturated color look for some pics! Not sure I’m sold on it though…

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November 30, 2025 at 8:33 AM
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I realized my error on afew posts for chapter 10
the correct title of that chapter is Y'shtola's Dragon Princess and Realization of Truth.

sorry for brain being dumb, I fixed it on the recent one.
November 30, 2025 at 2:15 AM
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Chapter X: Y'shtola's Dragon Princess and Realization of Truth
Part 8: No Shore of Freedom
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The morning sun rose over Vesper Bay as Aldra boarded a small vessel for Limsa Lominsa. The salty wind felt like freedom for a breath, but the ocean soon echoed her unrest. She held the railing as Thanalan faded behind her, the waves carrying memories she couldn’t drown. Y’shtola’s voice lingered in her mind—soft, commanding, impossible to escape. She focused on the horizon, on the promise of Limsa’s cliffs, yet her body trembled. The craving gnawed at her, a hollow ache pulsing with every remembered whisper of her name. Around her, passengers spoke of trade and family, their laughter light and unburdened. Aldra envied them. Her voyage was no choice—only an attempt at escape. When Limsa’s white arches finally appeared, her heart quickened with both relief and fear. Her ally in the tavern would give her shelter, but safety felt thin, fragile. Even here, across open waters, Y’shtola’s presence burned in her veins. “If I make it to Limsa,” she whispered, “will I be free… or is she already there?” Far below, in the depths of the Relict, Y’shtola opened her eyes as the tether between them stirred—movement west, over the sea. A quiet smile curved her lips. “The waters cannot keep you from me,” she murmured. “They will only bring you closer.” Before her, sigils glowed: transformation, heart, longing—each resonant with Aldra. Y’shtola traced the air above them, as though touching Aldra from afar. Patient, precise, she shaped the spell that would reclaim her completely. “Run if you must,” she whispered. “Every path leads back to me.”
November 30, 2025 at 2:14 AM
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Chapter X: Pursuit and the twisted embrace of love
Part 7: Run, Little One
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The forest paths of the North Shroud gave way to open plains, yet Aldra pressed on, each step pulling her farther from Gridania—and from Alisaie’s last desperate warning. But the ache in her chest refused to fade, a hunger she could not shake. Travelers passed her on the southern roads as indistinct blurs, their normalcy feeling worlds away. By the time she reached Ul’dah, the heat of Thanalan pressed on her like a weight. She drew her cloak tight, as if it could shield her from the phantom warmth coiled in her veins, the lingering shadow of Y’shtola’s influence. Through the bustling streets she moved quickly, merchants’ cries and children’s laughter feeling almost cruel in their brightness. Every quiet corner seemed to echo with remembered whispers. When sunset bled across the desert, she took the westward road to Vesper Bay, the wind tugging at her hair and tail as unease gnawed at her. Moonlight shimmered on the bay when she arrived, stirring a fragile relief. Ships prepared to sail through the night—tomorrow she would take one to Limsa Lominsa, where a trusted tavern keeper might grant her sanctuary. But in the rented room that night, rest never came. Her heart pounded, her body trembling with a confusion she couldn’t name. Alisaie’s warnings clashed with the pull she still felt, leaving her torn between fear and longing. Curling beneath the thin blankets, she whispered to the dark: “Am I running toward freedom… or away from the one I love?” Far within the Relict, Y’shtola traced a glowing sigil, her eyes alight. She could not see Aldra’s steps, yet the bond pulsed like a distant heartbeat—moving west, toward the sea. “Run, little one. I will always be waiting, no matter where you go.” Y'shtola murmured with a sweet tone, knowing she would find me.
November 29, 2025 at 8:53 PM
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Chapter X: Pursuit and the twisted embrace of love
Part 6: Chasing Shadows
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Dawn crept across Gridania, its soft light doing little to soothe Aldra’s unrest. Sleep had brought no peace—only more echoes of Y’shtola’s voice threading through her dreams, tightening their hold. She rose with heavy limbs, mind caught between reason and longing. With Alisaie whisked away by Y’shtola’s spell, the silence around her felt dangerous. Staying here meant waiting to be found. She needed distance—a place where the mage’s gaze could not so easily reach her. Her thoughts turned to Limsa Lominsa: crowded docks, roaring taverns, faces that asked no questions. The tavern she trusted there might offer her a fragile place to breathe. Yet dread coiled in her chest. Every step west would draw her closer to the sea… and closer to the places Y’shtola had once known her to wander. Still, lingering meant surrender. Moving meant hope. Trembling, she gathered her cloak and chose the gamble. Westward, toward Limsa, toward a sliver of freedom. In Matoya’s Relict, Y’shtola hovered over her glowing sigils, eyes bright with fervor. A faint ripple stirred along the bond—a shift, a movement, Aldra slipping further from her. Not far enough. Never far enough. A slow smile touched her lips, cold beneath its softness. The spell was complete. The path was set. All she needed was the moment to act. She whispered into the still air, as though Aldra might feel the words brushing her skin: “Run if you must, my heart. Each step only draws you deeper into my embrace. And when the time comes, you will yield to me—utterly.” With quiet certainty, she closed her grimoire. She would wait no longer. She would hunt. And when she found Aldra, nothing—not distance, not fear, not even love—would keep her away.
November 29, 2025 at 6:38 PM
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Had a great time with @sneaksti.bsky.social!
I gave them flowers and shared a really good hug!

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November 29, 2025 at 8:02 AM
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Showing off~💜

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November 29, 2025 at 8:31 AM
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Could probably use some help~
November 29, 2025 at 5:34 PM
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Chapter X: Pursuit and the twisted embrace of love
Part 5: Bound in Silence
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The scattered books still littered the floor while some floated in the air, remnants of Y’shtola’s spell, but Aldra hardly noticed. She sat on the edge of the bed, head bowed, breath unsteady. The echo of Alisaie’s sudden disappearance clung to the air, but it was not grief that bound her still, it was the terrible yearning left behind. Every word Y’shtola had ever whispered seemed to breathe against her ear, pressing her, tempting her. She tried to resist, tried to will her trembling body into stillness. But as the moments dragged on, her resistance faltered. Her body moved almost of its own accord, betraying the desperate hunger she had denied. She gave in, hesitant, unwilling in thought, but powerless in flesh. When at last the storm of need subsided, Aldra remained motionless, shaken. Her hands fell still, shame burning in her chest, yet the craving did not fade. Instead, it lingered, stronger than before, leaving her to realize with dread that she was already bound more tightly to Y’shtola than she could bear to admit. Far from Gridania, deep within the stone chambers of the Relict, Y’shtola traced the edge of her completed sigil. Her lips curved faintly, though no sound reached her throat. A ripple, intangible but undeniable, passed through her, stirring the very marrow of her bones. She closed her eyes, breathing it in. Aldra. Somewhere, unseen, the princess had yielded. The bond she had labored to forge was no longer theory or spellwork, it was alive, pulsing, responding. A quiet satisfaction unfurled within her, mingling with the darker certainty that fate itself had begun to weave them together. Though she did not yet know where Aldra was hidden, she could feel it: the dragon’s heart had taken its first step into her snare. And she would not allow Alisaie, or anyone, to sever it.
November 29, 2025 at 12:00 AM
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let's show some love for @spicykuroi.bsky.social!
November 28, 2025 at 5:27 PM
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Chapter X: Pursuit and the twisted embrace of love
Part 4: The Ache Between
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Far away in Matoya’s Relict, Y’shtola felt her spell strike true. Her breath slowed, satisfaction softening her lips as the tether of magic snapped tight—Alisaie had been cast aside. One obstacle gone. One step closer. Her fingers drifted over the glowing sigils etched into the stone, every line of the spell a vow: Aldra would soon be bound to her, heart and mind entwined until doubt itself ceased to exist. And yet… Aldra’s presence remained concealed, veiled from her sight like a star behind storm clouds. Instead of deterring her, it only sharpened her resolve. The Relict became her crucible, her sanctuary, as she shaped the final piece of the magic that would ensure Aldra could never slip from her grasp again. Back in Gridania, Aldra sat trembling in the quiet aftermath. The room still smelled of spellfire; the air still pulsed with the echo of Alisaie’s sudden disappearance. Silence wrapped around her too tightly, and with it came the familiar ache—warm, insistent, planted deep by Y’shtola’s lingering influence. She tried to resist, clutching the sheets until her hands shook. But the longing only tightened, fed by memories not entirely her own. She bowed her head, breath hitching as the struggle crested… and finally broke. When the storm inside her faded, she sat still and shaken, unable to meet her own reflection in the polished wood nearby. But resistance crumbled. Against her own mind’s protest, her body reached for release, guided not by reason but by memory of whispered words, by the phantom warmth of Y’shtola’s presence. Each shuddered breath deepened her shame and confusion, her hand hovering, faltering, then betraying her. Was this yearning truly hers? Or the chain Y’shtola had crafted so carefully? Unaware of Aldra’s turmoil, Y’shtola continued her work, patient and certain. Soon, the moment would come—the moment Aldra would be drawn to her at last. And when it did, nothing would stand between them.
November 28, 2025 at 9:27 PM
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Chapter X: Pursuit and the twisted embrace of love
Part 3: Cracks in the Will
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The light consumed her, violent and unyielding, dragging her through the veil between realms. She fought against it, but the spell was Y’shtola’s, crafted with precision and intent, and resistance was useless. When the brilliance receded, Alisaie staggered, boots scraping against familiar stone. She gasped, heart racing, as she realized where she had been cast: Old Sharlayan. The air was thick with the scent of salt and parchment, the muffled hum of scholarly life echoing beyond the quiet plaza. Her fists clenched. Rage and worry warred within her as she steadied herself. Damn it… she planned this. Y’shtola had torn her away, not to destroy her, but to remove her from Aldra’s side. The thought cut deeper than any blade. Aldra was alone now, left vulnerable, and Alisaie’s only thought was how to break free of this forced exile and return to her, before it was too late. Back in the rented chamber, the spell’s echo lingered like a storm after lightning. The air was sharp with the scent of scorched magic, books tossed in wild disarray, and Aldra sat rigid on the bed. Her silver-blue tail flicked anxiously against the sheets, her dragon horns catching the glow of the lantern as she stared at the empty space where Alisaie had stood. Her chest ached, her body trembling with a confusion she could not untangle. She wanted to scream, to run, to call Alisaie back, but instead she sat frozen, as though her will had been bound as tightly as Alisaie’s fate. Deep inside, the pull returned, an ache that whispered Y’shtola’s name, that urged her to yield, to let herself be guided back into those arms no matter the cost. Her mind recoiled, fighting to cling to Alisaie’s warnings. But her body… her body betrayed her, craving the warmth, the touch, the voice that had wrapped around her heart. The silence pressed in, thick and suffocating. Aldra’s hands hovered, trembling in indecision, while her thoughts twisted: Was this truly love… or something darker that I cannot resist?
November 28, 2025 at 7:12 PM
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Chapter X: Pursuit and the twisted embrace of love
Part 2: Chaos in the Quiet
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The room in Gridania shuddered as an unseen force tore through it, scattering books from the shelves and sending loose pages fluttering like frantic wings. Aldra sat frozen on the bed, silver-blue hair falling across her face, her hands clutching at the sheets as her chest heaved. Alisaie had only a heartbeat to react, her grip still firm on Aldra’s arm, before the spell surged. A sudden flash of sigils wrapped around her, brilliant and merciless, pulling her backward as though the air itself had turned into a riptide. “Aldra!” Alisaie shouted, her voice straining as she reached out. Her fingers slipped through Aldra’s grasp, the spell dragging her away in a rush of light. Then, with a deafening crack, she was gone, ripped from the room, carried across realms to Old Sharlayan. The silence that followed was crushing. The only evidence of what had happened were the scattered books, overturned chairs, and Aldra’s trembling hands, still half-extended toward the space Alisaie had occupied a moment ago. Her heart hammered in her chest, torn between dread and longing. Y’shtola’s spell had found them. Alisaie was gone. And Aldra, left alone in the chaos, could only sit in shock, her body aching with the pull of Y’shtola’s power, her mind screaming against it, unsure what she should do next.
November 28, 2025 at 3:27 AM
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“Instead of stuffing a turkey, you could be stuffing me instead…~”

Special thanks for @gekzil.bsky.social for making it!

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November 28, 2025 at 12:19 AM
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Happy Thanksgiving!
Even if you don't celebrate, I'm thankful for all of you!
November 27, 2025 at 11:29 PM
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Dagasi had more in mind after all the kissing to teach Aldra more, and Aldra was rather interested in learning~
(Writing in the alt thingy~)

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As Dagasi guided Aldra to the ground, her gaze lingered over the dragon princess's naked form, appreciating every curve and line. They began to scissor, Dagasi starting slowly, allowing Aldra to match her rhythm. Their bodies pressed together, the sensation of skin against skin sending shivers of pleasure through both of them. Aldra's grinding movements were in perfect harmony with Dagasi's, each stroke deliberate and teasing. As their arousal intensified, their pace quickened, movements becoming more urgent and synchronized. The room filled with the sound of their breathing and the soft, wet noises of their bodies moving against each other. With a final, intense push, they both reached climax, squirting in unison, their bodies convulsing with pleasure. They embraced tightly, savoring the afterglow of their shared ecstasy, hearts pounding in sync as they reveled in the intimacy of the moment.
November 27, 2025 at 11:30 PM
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For Valhalla!
November 27, 2025 at 8:48 PM
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Aldra asked her dear friend, Dagasi to help her with being a better kisser, while she was overly nervous, Dagasi was more than willing to show her, so she could kiss her wife better~

(Writing in the Alt thingy~)
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Dagasi invited Aldra to her home, eager to teach her the art of kissing. As they sat side by side, Dagasi noticed Aldra's nervousness, her dragon tail wrapping around her anxiously. Dagasi gently pulled Aldra closer, initiating a deep, passionate kiss. She guided Aldra through each step, her lips and tongue moving with practiced grace, showing her how to become a better kisser. The room was filled with a soft, intimate light, casting a warm glow over their entwined forms. Dagasi's touch was reassuring, her hands gently holding Aldra's face as she demonstrated the perfect technique, ensuring Aldra felt comfortable and confident. The delicate rose petals scattered around them added a touch of romance to the scene, making the moment even more special. Through Dagasi's patient guidance, Aldra began to relax, her nervousness melting away as she embraced the pleasure of the kiss, learning to savor every sensation.
November 27, 2025 at 10:17 PM
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Something catch your eyes?~💜

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November 22, 2025 at 7:24 AM
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Go on~💜

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November 27, 2025 at 8:31 AM
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Happy Humpday everyone!
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November 26, 2025 at 10:31 PM
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Catgirl butt~!
Two Lily posts in just a couple days? That's wild!
November 26, 2025 at 5:19 PM
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Hands against the wall or something...
November 27, 2025 at 3:52 PM
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Chapter X: Pursuit and the twisted embrace of love
Part 1: The First Crack
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The night in Gridania lay heavy and still. Aldra sat curled in on herself, silver-blue hair catching the moonlight, tail wrapped tight. Alisaie stayed beside her, steady and protective, her hand firm on Aldra’s trembling shoulder. “You’re not alone,” she whispered. “She can’t take you if you don’t let her. You’re stronger than this.” But Aldra’s body disagreed. Her hand hovered over her chest, breath shallow, torn between Alisaie’s warmth and the burning need woven into her veins. She wanted to trust Alisaie—but Y’shtola’s spell thrummed inside her like a heartbeat not her own. Far away in Matoya’s Relict, Y’shtola slammed her staff into the stone, runes flaring awake. Power rippled outward, an invisible tether snaking across the land. “Alisaie,” she murmured, voice edged with cold resolve, “you think you can keep her from me? Then let’s test your resolve.” The spell unfurled—not to coax, but to seize—its threads reaching for Alisaie, determined to tear her from Aldra’s side. Back in Gridania, Aldra gasped, clutching her chest as pressure crushed her breath. Alisaie grabbed her arm, alarmed. “Aldra—talk to me.” “I… feel her,” Aldra whispered, eyes wide with fear and longing. “She’s reaching for us.” Alisaie pulled her close, holding her as any sister would, though she could already sense the spell creeping closer, heavy and suffocating. Aldra’s hand trembled in the air, caught between resisting the spell’s pull and giving in to it. Her mind clung to Alisaie’s promise—but her body echoed with Y’shtola’s claim. And in the Relict, Y’shtola smiled, sensing the crack in Aldra’s resolve—and ready to break it wide open.
November 27, 2025 at 7:37 PM
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Chapter IX: Pursuit and the twisted embrace of love
Part 10: Shadows of Surrender
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Gridania’s gentle nights brought Aldra no peace. Though the city hummed with music and murmuring elementals, she could not sleep. Each time she shut her eyes, Y’shtola’s voice slipped through her thoughts—soft as silk, sharp as a blade. Her body ached with longing she didn’t understand. When she reached for rest, her hand drifted toward her own skin, searching for warmth she desperately denied. Shame stung her eyes as she curled on the inn’s bed, tail wrapped tight, whispering, Don’t. Don’t give in. Alisaie never left her side. Her voice was steady, protective. “Love isn’t a spell, Aldra. It isn’t chains or commands. It’s choice.” She tried to anchor her with truth, but sometimes Aldra still felt only the ghost of Y’shtola’s touch, the smile she missed far too much. In Matoya’s Relict, sleeplessness strengthened Y’shtola. Each night, her spell grew brighter; the three sigils thrummed like a second heartbeat. She knelt before the chained aetherial heart, murmuring, “Every hesitation binds you tighter. Every night you fight yourself, you need me more.” Her voice slid through the air like honeyed venom. “Alisaie can guard you… but I am the one you long for in the dark.” The sigils pulsed in answer. “Soon, Aldra. Step into my circle and let your doubts fall away. You will be mine—completely.” Back in Gridania, Aldra clutched her chest, breath breaking. Alisaie grabbed her hands, grounding her. “You’re stronger than this,” she whispered fiercely. “She can’t take you if we stand together.” But Aldra trembled, uncertain which frightened her more—Y’shtola’s consuming longing… or the part of herself that yearned to surrender.
November 27, 2025 at 9:51 AM