"Okay, remember, this may look scary, but it's just a trick!"<br/><br/>He moved his head back up her body, and arched his neck again moving so his beak was pointing straight down, the tip right between the base of her breasts. Then he pushed down. Zemma felt the fur pushed apart, but as his beak thrust deeper, there was no feeling of pain, only a pressure inside her. Ultimately, when he stopped, his beak, a foot long at least, was apparently buried in her chest all the way up to his cheeks. She could even feel a space underneath the small of her back where the tip was pushing her tail and the mattress down.<br/><br/>He didn't speak, but one great clawed lion paw came up and tapped one of her arms, then pushed it under her towards the place where his beak apparently projected from her back. Following his wordless instruction would result in her being able to feel exactly that, that the tip of his beak projected from her back surrounded by apparently unbroken skin and fur.