Sensing your vulnerability, Chrysalis pushed her head forward, your grip on the horn still standing, but the muscles in your arm going weak enough that she could ignore the feeble resistance you had put up. Now her lips pressed to your bulbous head, giving it only the lightest of pecks at first, although you still felt her tongue sliding around like a lubed up hand, but one peck was followed by another, each getting more daring and intimate than the last.