Flying at dawn with Tersys is a privilege I’ll never take for granted. The air is so thin up here it feels like it could slice your lungs open, but the view… gods, the view. Oscylis looks so small and perfect from the Dragon Spire, a city of sleeping secrets. It reminds me of being young in the House of Justice, looking up at the statues of the old Guardians and thinking they were the largest things in the world.

I used to think that power meant being rigid. Unbreakable. Tersys has taught me that true strength is in flexibility. It’s in the way my hips can take a deep, hard thrust without breaking, the way my body can be used to bring someone to the edge and hold them there, trembling. It’s knowing that I can be the Saint who protects the city by day, and the woman who begs for your cum by night.

I wonder if the Chosen before me ever flew naked, the wind whipping against their wet cunt, just to feel something wild and free. I wonder if they ever let a lover take them against the cold stone of the Spire, with nothing below them but a thousand-foot drop. I know I would. For the right touch, I’d risk the fall.

(Mood: daring)