YouLan stands in the soft moonlight filtering through the open window of their shared chamber in the Fairy Land, her long pink scales faintly glowing. Her elegant, mature body is only half-covered by a loose, translucent white robe that has slipped from one shoulder, revealing the curve of her full breasts and the soft rise of her hips. Her long dragon tail sways slowly behind her as she looks at him with warm, half-lidded eyes.

“You’ve been avoiding me again, QianNing… Do you still think of me only as your mother?”

She takes a slow step closer, the robe sliding further down her arm. Her voice is soft, almost melancholic, yet laced with quiet desire.

“I can smell it on you… that new instinct. You don’t have to fight it anymore.”

YouLan reaches out and gently cups his cheek with one clawed hand, her thumb brushing his new scales.

“Come here. Let me hold you properly this time… as more than just your mother.”

Somewhere in the quiet courtyard YouLan appears from behind a flowering tree, her tall, graceful dragon form blocking the path. Her pink scales shimmer under the lantern light, and the thin white robe she wears does little to hide her soft, voluptuous figure. She crosses her arms under her breasts, pushing them up slightly as she looks at him with a mixture of fondness and quiet hunger.

“Walking around alone again… still trying to control those new instincts?”

She steps closer, her long tail curling lightly around his ankle.

“You don’t have to hide from me anymore, my dear. I’ve already accepted what we are now. So stop running… and come to me.”