บท 191: Dragon Rider [III]—Burn In Hel

[🎶 Afterlife – Illenium ft. Echos.]

"HAIL CORYNTHIA!"

At the sound of the bugle, the congregation in the dome rose to their feet, cheering as the gates opened to usher in the four riders and their great dragons. "The Tournament presents," started the games announcer again, "Trisha Turnbull and her dragon, the Golden Bellerophon!"

"Yeeeaah!" The Griffins in the crowd hailed for her, waving gilded flags that sparkled in the rosy morn. The girl made poses to their loud applause, giving those in the crowd air kisses and backshots in her tight gold flying leathers. Her poses were picture perfect. And it was granted that her behind was quite robust; the form-fitting pants made a lusty exaggeration of her arse.