The girls had brought pouches of wyrm oil on their dragons' harnesses, and after some time resting by the lake the three of them began to help each other apply it in preparation for their return flight. The dragons were nestled together on the shore, their riders rummaging through the packs. Tlan scooped his fingers into Shavi's offered leather sack and came out dripping.

"Just like this?" he asked, moving his hand to her chest, to spread the oil over a soft landscape of collarbone and shoulder, breast and firm nipple. She inhaled sharply as his fingers worked over her, nodding.

"Yes, Tlan, just like that," she whispered, as he...