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balthazar doesn’t travel much, but when he does nowadays he can’t help but notice how much cheap dragon porn there is available. some of it is like 3k words, low fantasy chuck tingle-type fare, and some are novels like “i was but a maid and the master of the house was really A DRAGON”

(after a certain age, dragons can shapeshift)

and balthazar just stands there in the shop reading and laughing at lines like, “his too-hot breath on my neck,” thinking of cass making tiny “fwee, fwee” noises in his sleep because he hasn’t inhaled any hot air in several hours