“It seems fine,” Hades said, letting his aether flow into it to bolster it. “You know, we never tested to see if dragons, aether rich as they are, would be compatible with Amaurotines...”

Honestly, that week of sex had gone by and Hades became more and more sure that nothing would come of it. So to see this... there was a type of joy that he was finding difficult to place. Hope? Was this proper hope?

“I admit we know very little about dragons... how do you feel? Do you know when you might lay an egg?” Hades rubbed Prometheus’ side before placing a kiss on his belly.