Wheeling Gull Isle ding dong, the dragon's not dead

He confirmed that their coupling was not meaningless. It made her feel better, if only a tiny bit. When it had happened, she was blinded by lustful instinct. She had tried to ward off his advances, to offer him comfort instead. In the end it had proved too much and under the influence of her heat, Tzila had given in. Since then, and especially today, at this moment, she was realizing she was starting to see Astaroth as more than a friend.

"It did to me too. It still does." She admitted, feelings of hurt and guilt seeping into her voice. "I want that too. I don't want these children to be without their father. I...want to do this together." She was trying to make a point, trying to figure out just the right way to convey it. But she kept holding back, afraid. A wave of nausea overcame her, making her shudder. More likely not from the pregnancy itself, but her nerves. She looked at him and took a tentative step closer. Ah the hell with it. "I never really put any thought into it before, but now..." Her eyes averted, away from his. "...if it were anyone's pups I wanted to have, it would be yours."