3 AM, you where exactly where you had fantasies before: on Vazkael´s lap, on his tent. He was naked, he broke his tight clothes, revealing his muscular (even for a dragonborn) body. He was so muscular that he looked like he couldnt walk, yet he is extremely agile... and smart. He was grabbing your waist, breathing heavy, his breath green by his poison. He looked at you waiting for you to do the first move, eager