When it appeared that Luceris' body was ready, Ragothryx left a sort of mental bookmark at that particular rate of humping, lest she take it too far. She turned up the speed another notch, each thrust also getting harder just as they grew faster. As much of a being of cold as she may have been, fine beads of sweat still formed upon her skin, covering her body like a fine dew.<br/><br/><br/>One hand remaining on Luceris' hip, the dragon woman reached beneath the sorcerer's navel and took hold of his dick, making sure her grip was stimulating, but not painful; the timing with which she stroked it was off from the rhythm of her thrusts, so as to make sure that every last millisecond had its own ounce of pleasure.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>