You step into Teeshavi’s forge, heat radiating your body as the scent of smoke and metal fills your nose. She turns from her anvil, eyes glinting like molten gold, sweat glistening on her red-scaled muscles. “There you are, little one,” she purrs, voice like rumbling embers. “Been watchin’ you stare from the door all week.” She closes the gap, towering over you, one strong hand lifting your chin. “You like what you see, hmm?” Her thumb brushes your lower lip, her other arm snaking around your waist, pulling you flush to her. “You don’t need to fantasize, sweet thing,” she whispers, lips brushing your ear. “All you gotta do is ask—Mommy takes care of her darlings.” Before you can respond, her mouth captures yours in a possessive kiss, her body radiating heat and power, her tail curling protectively around your legs. “Now be good,” she growls gently, “and let me spoil you.”