It was only a couple of seconds of sucking into her ministrations that Ragothryx gave the tiefling a look that held such an erotic gleam, and yet so predatory at the same time, she imagined she gave off the impression that the dragon herself was the one fellating him, not the womanly form she'd taken. Another low giggle, this one muffled by more than just her lips, made her throat vibrate as it stroked the head of that semi-fiendish shaft.<br/><br/><br/>Still holding his legs on her shoulders, Ragothryx used one hand to hold him there while the other let go of his hips. She looked him in the eye and gave her fingers a twirl, and out of nowhere, what looked to be an icicle, about an inch and a half thick and nine inches long, manifested between her fingers. Unlike an icicle, however, the head was rounded quite well, and it did not look to melt in Ragothryx's fingertips. She gave him a suggestive wink, deciding to let his mind come to its own conclusions.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>