>Can you imagine what one of these things descending on you would feel like?
The hurricane-force WOOOOOSH, the sparks of magic fire contained in its scales.
>The soft but firm chitinous carapace weighing as much as a large dog, pulsing with its quick breaths from its abdomen.
>As it lands it vibrates on you, with its wings slightly buzzing, yet despite this small vibration feels like you are standing in front of a fan blowing on an open stove.
>You start to sweat in the bask of this giant, beautiful, legendary's radiation.
It stares at you. Then its mouth opens to reveal its slender orange glowing proboscis uncurling into a 2-foot long wire.
>It begins to flick it all over your pinned body tasting and smelling you.
>Tasting your increasing sweat.
>Its eyes are unflinching and vibrant as the blue sky.
>Still it tastes you, your head, your arms, your face, a quick tapping hot feeling like a smooth hose left out in the sun.
>Feeling its body pulsating rhythmically especially its lower thorax.
>That probing slender whip of heat still darting back and forth across your rapidly heating body.
>Then the pulsation becomes rapid and throbbing, but still unflinching in its tasting and staring.
>Suddenly a noise comes from the volcarona; like a rumble, then a chime.
>A massive contraction is felt near your legs and something very warm, like a large sauna rock slides between your ankles.
>Then with a rush of gale force wind and a sudden blast of heat like a blast furnace.
>The Volcarona takes flight again, still staring down at you as with each flap of its magnificent glowing wings. >Sending cooler and cooler winds as it climbs higher and higher.
>It gives off a louder cry, and darts away like the last ray of a sunset.
>You are profusely sweating.
>You look down at your feet.
>A warm round object lies there.
>You have been blessed and called upon by what you now know was a female, she has entrusted you to take care of this Larvesta egg It jiggles with life, and warmth.
