Drakoluin

Old Roger duly returned with a herd of meat for Icthion. Mum offered to cook huge roasts for him but the incubus quite baldly stated that he'd prefer it raw. On the whole, I think Mum and Nellie were more than happy to leave it that way, considering they didn't have to cook and could spend more time staring at him. For his part, Icthion was totally oblivious to any reaction to his amazing nakedness – considering he'd just spent ninety-odd years lying at the bottom of a pit, his physique was incredible. He didn't bulge; it was more a sort of grey suede litheness. Old Roger just gave one of his sniffs, a toss of the head and ignored him th