Mick is worrying over his ghost of a sibling's wellbeing, considering they came back to the cave wounded and bloodied. He could only coax them into his warm core for safety and to begin to marinate their wounds in a healing gel he produced gasticly. Now, he lays back, clutching his belly, frightened he'll lose his sibling.
This wouldn't be the first time.
This wouldn't be the first time.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Vore
Species Western Dragon
Size 971 x 1280px
File Size 138.2 kB
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