Ragothryx did not quite stifle her laugh, but she did at least tone it down. Her voice was quite lusty indeed, and she gently nuzzled Luceris' neck before whispering, "<span style="color: gray">I would have thought that someone as pretty as you would be far from so inexperienced that you would not know just what I imply.</span>"<br/><br/>One hand reached under his cloak, and then slid into his robes. Her fingers slowly trailed downward, barely grazing his flat chest and stomach; her nails were more like talons, long, sharp, and cold as chilled steel. They traced along the lines of his abdomen, and soon they met a surprise, the dragon having not suspected his true gender. Her grin became wide and toothy, although she bore no fangs. She toyed with the base of his shaft for a few seconds. "<span style="color: gray">My my, we do have secrets, don't we? I thought you smelled different.</span>"<br/><br/>For but an instant, a suspicious bulge had barely touched against Luceris' tail before Ragothryx got up to her knees. "<span style="color: gray">On your back,</span>" said she, her position over him revealed that there was indeed something poking him from behind, and it most certainly wasn't a tail. "<span style="color: gray">Part your robes; I want to see just what you have in store.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>