Oh, come on! Anya gave a muffled, angered groan as the Jaggi suddenly decided he liked it. Its hips picked up, moving to get a better angle at her mouth and shoving it in and out, pushing it deep as it could go. The spines at its head rubbed along her tongue and pressed into her throat as it forced itself inside. Talons in the dirt and feet wrapped around her arms, there was nothing she could do but be this raptor's pleasure toy until it was finished with her.<br/><br/>The feeling was so strange, being cold-blooded that was almost the oddest thing, that the cock was almost cold. The warmth of her mouth was starting to heat it up, the friction of it passing against her lips and tongue doing the same. Such a bizarre taste as well, like nothing she had experienced or could describe. Yet, against her inhibitions and wildest thoughts, a tiny part of her started to like it a little, the peculiar flavor of its member, being used for pleasure, against her better judgement the huntress found herself slightly turned on.