Nathalia inspected the frozen Aclysia, only stopping for one moment to wipe some cum from her chin. Waving her hand in front of the guardian's eyes, she chuckled. "Completely removed from reality, just adorable," she said, "but the correct reaction to my presence for someone like you. However, I tire of being ignored by a mere servant and I will not degrade myself to preparing my own bath if someone like you is here."
She grabbed Aclysia's chin and kissed her on the lips, although it more strongly resembled the resuscitation effort a lifeguard gave somebody he saved from drowning. The combination of the fire Nathalia breathed into her, the sudden gesture itself, and the strong taste of her Master's semen on the dragoness' lips snapped Aclysia out of her comatose state.
