Luceris suffered a great deal of hardship in desperately avoiding the vocalisations that welled in his throat, trying his best to stifle any forced whimpers or moans. What made it so difficult was the indescribable feeling of warmth and wetness intertwining perfectly into an unknown yet heavenly sensation around his eagerly throbbing cock. He was transfixed by those glimmering eyes, his own vibrant pair of oddly coloured orbs staring weakly back, struggling not to find themselves closed under the intimidating, captivating presence of the dragon that was so eager share some hospitality.<br/><br/>His cheeks were about as bright as he thought they could possibly be, so much so that he could feel the heat of his face as distinctly as the burning of his girth as the bulbous, wet tip poked and prodded at the inside of Ragothryx's mouth. The poor thing, however, did not know what to make of the silver wyrm's conjured toy, his nails digging into his palms as he couldn't help but squeeze his hands closed. "Wh-What's... What is that... F-For?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>