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Just the definition of an hour glass, her orange hair stood out the most, and it danced in direction the wind took it.

Vimdraolf felt his cold heart beat three times, and air escaped from his mouth. He was awestruck by her perfect figure and beauty.

She was dressed in black leather pants, and leather top just enough to cover her breast, but not her stomach. In her hand was a crafty designed bow, and some arrows were strap to her back in a container, with a black rubber.

Her boots were high enough, and made her more taller and confidence.

Vimdraolf could not tear his gaze off her, and on the command of his Dragon, he spoke out the word "Mate" running towards her, grabbed her by the neck and kissing her violently.

Anabel returned the kiss with equal strength, the dragon princess who had been looking for her mate for centuries.