[The collapse does dislodge L's fingers, and there's a moment of uncertain sick spinning before they settle, and he coughs and gasps and seizes for what he can hold, and take and so much of his body is fire and pain.
It's still got him by the hair, and he can't shake it free, can't get out from under it. He raises his hand toward his mouth. spitting generously in his palm, slicking his cock while the SQUIP snarls and reels, and he shifts his position below it while it attempts to right itself, taking full advantage of its faltering and its uncoordinated wobbles.
He shoves his hips upward, attempting to pull the dragon down upon his waiting spear.]
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It's still got him by the hair, and he can't shake it free, can't get out from under it. He raises his hand toward his mouth. spitting generously in his palm, slicking his cock while the SQUIP snarls and reels, and he shifts his position below it while it attempts to right itself, taking full advantage of its faltering and its uncoordinated wobbles.
He shoves his hips upward, attempting to pull the dragon down upon his waiting spear.]