"Sure..."

With as lackluster as a reaction as Damon had, it didn’t match his inner thoughts even a single bit, as he was twitching lightly, falling backwards to simply sit upon the ground, as he was swarmed by loving wives, all teasing him lightly, as they still doted on him, leaving Dovei standing on her own, a smile as wide as she’d ever had upon her face, as she stared lovingly towards Damon and her co-wives, gently setting the egg upon the ground, before stumbling lightly over to the pile of continuous affection, being dragged in as she reached within a foot of the pile, eventually settling with her head resting upon Damon’s thigh, laying in the embrace of both Elyrah and Dirpe, as she wriggled her arm towards Damon’s nethers, reaching it, and grabbing hold of another’s hand as a result, before she began looking around, and suddenly locked eyes with Dalia, finding her beautiful platinum fur in her peripheral, as they giggled to themselves.

Then, as Dirpe saw their affections towards Damon, she grew slightly jealous, as she suddenly floated free from Dovei’s embrace, as she fluttered through the air as would a leaf, landing atop Damon’s chest her tiny legs dangling across his form, as she faced him directly. And Lorelai, as reserved as she often was, had all but abandoned her usual facade of indifference, a wide smile, as she was lovingly squished between Dalia and Damon, her hands tenderly searching his form, her eyes shut as tight as she could, sensing every ounce of power within his form she could, and it TRULY was expansive.

And then, there Damon was, in the midst of nearly all of them, suddenly aware of a certain lacking warmth, as his gaze wandered over to where Dovei had set the egg, as Ember gently grabbed it from the floor, sitting on the ground, before holding it in a tight, loving embrace, as she smiled away at it.

And that was enough to ease Damon’s mind, as he moved his eyes back to the women who were specifically doting on him currently, as he tried unearthing an arm from beneath Dalia, but as he attempted it, he felt the truly absurd softness of her fur, tenderly grabbing a hold of her side, before realizing he had an entire other arm, as he reached it over to gingerly caress the cheek of Dirpe atop him, before it traveled a short distance down his body’s length, to rest tenderly grabbing the leg of Lorelai, as he gazed at her for a moment, an expression glee at her involvement, before Dirpe tapped a distinctly pointy claw onto his chest.

Then, as she sat on him, she spoke sultrily into his ear, “So master DID forget about Dirpe… Where’s my egg?” As she finished asking, a slightly pouty tone was coating her voice, but only slightly, as her ever tapping claw stopped, pressed to Damon’s chest, lightly trailing a scratch into his chest, a tiny trickle of blood falling forth, accompanied by an odd tingle throughout Damon’s form, as Dirpe suddenly retracted her claw, a sultry gaze in her eyes, as she stared directly into his eyes, a pure blue gleaming from them, an odd shift from his earlier shade, probably an effect of Damon’s ascension to the Primordial Demi-Dragon, as it every tiny trickle of crimson dripped from Dirpe’s claw reflected from Damon’s eyes, back into Dirpe’s, as she looked at him dazedly, simply entranced at his visage, basically gleaming with a brightly shining divinity in her eyes, before she dropped her head to rest against his chest, looking at the miniscule scratch she’d inflicted, as she extended her tongue, trailing it across the slice, tasting Damon’s blood, in an odd display of affection, as she turned around atop his chest, reorienting herself on his form, as she trailed her hand down his tense abdomen in a series of tender circles, before it reached Damon’s groin, as she simply snatched the haft into her nigh miniscule hands.

As Dirpe had been being quite forthright, Damon was exceptionally welcoming of it, as he suddenly leaned forward, whispering a few words into her ear, though it was loud enough for his other wives to overhear, “Ok, my dear Dirpe… I’ll give you an egg… The usual way.”

Then, as Dirpe had her back turned to him, simply looking at his currently hardening shaft with an intense gaze, she heard his words, and responded simply, a wide grin upon her face.