Sound asleep and unknown to him, Gothyk's Master Wisty, the dragon, sneaks up on his little unsuspecting pet. Slipping his tongue under the unaka, he pulls him steadily into his mouth, sucking on him a bit. Finally he feels movement, letting his tongue roll back out as Gothyk, blushing, looked up at Wisty.

"Oh, Master, you remembered my favorite bed."

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Gothyk is mine.