Power.
A whole lot of unadulterated fucking power. Pun very much intended.
Safe to say that with great power came not just responsibility, but apparently a certain level of moral obligation. At least that was what Riley assumed his husband believed, because the golden dragon seemed fully committed to using that power to help Riley ascend to an entirely different plane of existence.
And frankly, Riley was beginning to believe it.
See, the degenerate immortal had certainly hoped for a session he would remember for the rest of his days. What he had not expected was to end up branding the corners of an entire manor in the name of "quality testing."
The bed alone bore witness to what could've been thousands of dragons, and honestly, Riley had to wonder why such ancient beings would have population issues if dragons mated the way they did.
Balls to the walls and buried with absolutely no intention of leaving.
