Flame’s cock was unlike that of the usual reptile; just as the introduction of mammalian traits had bestowed the raptors with both their intellects and their pact structure, his altered heritage also showed through in his cock. It was not quite as big as Sunny’s, but was ribbed with soft spines and spikes; it even boasted a canine knot.

Flame was no nymphomaniac like Pinky, eager to rush the main event. In fact, he’d never even claimed either of the females, though Pinky in particular had tried to get him to. Flame was calculating, patient, and very choosy. He had settled early on Fran as his desired mate of choice; now that he had her, he was going to enjoy it.