"...P3rvert!" Jasmine retorted weakly, her face burning. She reached out to cover Linsey's mouth, wanting him to be quiet.

Unflinching, Linsey darted his wet tongue out, licking between her fingers, lapping at the soft skin of her palm. His dragon tongue, flat and pointed, forced its way into the gaps between her fingers. His eyes crinkled with amusement as he stared at her.

Even though it was just her hand being licked, Jasmine felt as if his tongue were laving her s3x. Her body went weak, and her fingers curled inward as she pulled her hand back. She pushed against Linsey's dragon wing, which was resting behind her, and turned her head away from his burning gaze. "At least let me wash my face first," she murmured.

It was both an evasion and a surrender. Linsey relented, allowing her out of the tub.

Jasmine spent a long time at the sink, scrubbing her lips raw. Looking in the mirror, she could still recall the musky scent. It wasn't that she disliked Linsey; it was just that she felt… changed by his lust.

Linsey waited patiently. He refilled the tub with clean water and beckoned her. "Want to bathe together?"

He was utterly shameless. Jasmine sighed inwardly, but she did need a bath. "Turn around," she instructed. "Don't watch me undress."

The boy tilted his head, a flicker of something in his eyes. He blushed, a rare occurrence, and obediently turned his back, presenting his wings and dragon tail to her.

Jasmine undressed, placing her clothes on the floor, and stepped into the tub. The water was cold.

"Silly dragon, you filled it with cold water."

Linsey, still facing away, said mysteriously, "I have a way to make it warm. You'll see."

Thinking to herself that red dragons were oblivious to the cold, Jasmine sat down in the tub anyway. Even in summer, cold water wasn't pleasant.

"Are you in? Watch my tail, but don't touch it." Curiosity piqued, Jasmine watched as each scale on the tip of Linsey's tail tensed. Then, an intense heat radiated from it. The water warmed rapidly, steam rising from the surface.

He had heated the entire tub with his tail.

"Can I turn around now?" the boy asked, his voice echoing in the empty bathroom.

Submerged up to her neck, her skin flushed from the heat, Jasmine said sullenly, "Go ahead."

Linsey turned, his eyes shining with excitement. "Isn't it amazing? I can heat water with my tail! Fun, right?"

He could have easily used hot water from the tap or a spell. Yet, he insisted on this elaborate process, basking in cold water and then heating it with his tail, now beaming with pride. He looked like a goofy, oversized dog, not the noble and powerful dragon of legend.

"Yes, yes, very impressive." Jasmine patted his head. Linsey leaned into her touch, shifting his weight and practically falling on top of her. He folded his wings behind him, his tail swishing in the water.

"You're heavy…" Jasmine complained, letting the boy rest his head on her shoulder.

Linsey lifted his head and kissed the tip of her nose. "I'm so happy. Seeing you makes me happy. Smelling you makes me happy. And you praising me makes me even happier."

His candid expression of emotion was more touching than any contrived words. Jasmine's heart pounded in her chest.