<blockquote><div><cite>Asara wrote:</cite> I want to make love to you...</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Aniel felt her heart suddenly jump into her throat, her eyes widening in complete and utter shock at the naga's rather bold statement whispered so sweetly into her ear. Make...love?! They were ENEMIES. Well, perhaps not anymore - if anything, she was a prisoner now. Still, they'd just got out of battle, and already the naga was speaking of lovemaking?! Her heart thundered inside of her for a whole new reason. A female?! She'd never been with a female. Or, for that matter, a male. ANYONE.  Without the looming threat of being killed by the edge of a sword, or becoming a naga's dinner, the new threat of having her 'first' be upon a battlefield seemed to pale in comparison, and yet...<br/><br/>"Ohhhh..!" Despite her inhibitions, Asara hears a little, whimpering moan of delight escape the dragon-girl's throat when she works a hand across her breast, squeezing the soft, perky mound of flesh between her scaled fingers. Indeed, her breasts were not exceptionally large (Potentially exactly because of Asara's own thoughts - a very real lack of busty barmaids in her diet, and likely not because she didn't want them in it), but though they lacked immense size, they were so incredibly soft and so perky, so well-formed, and so, soooo very warm to the touch. The tweak of her nipple draws another short, sharp moan from the entrapped dragon-girl, and Asara feels her body begin to slowly warm in her coils, feels her skin begin to grow hotter and hotter to the touch, her nipples stiffening at the stimulation "Mm...e-exquisite..?"<br/><br/>Aniel's cheeks burned at the compliment, at the bold grope to her breast. Despite her nervousness of her predicament - she was a prisoner now, after all, and though she'd survived the fight, she'd not really made it out of the situation just yet - the half-dragoness feels her body flush with warmth, her nipples stiffening with desire "T-thank you..." She whispers, once more setting to squirming lightly in Asara's coils. This time, though, the naga could feel those 'squirms' were not attempts to escape, not attempts to free herself from the coiled muscle that kept her so firmly trapped. They were the squirms of what amounted to the beginnings of arousal, the unsure desires of a dragon-girl who didn't know whether to respond in kind or not.<br/><br/>She is not given too terribly long to debate it, as Asara's lips find their way to Aniel's own. At first, she feels the dragon girl draw back at the touch, tilting her head to bring her lips away from Asara's own...yet, after a few seconds of insistance on Asara's part, Aniel begins to respond, seemingly quite unsure at first. Again, Asara notes with more than a little delight that Aniel's draconic heritage did not quite extend to her lips, which were so amazingly soft, so sweet-tasting, so absolutely tantelizing. When Asara's tongue finds it's way between the dragon girl's lips, she actually finds those very lips lightly suckling on her tongue, ever so gently, as if unsure of exactly what to do or how to do it...but clearly growing more and more 'interested' in it "Mm.." she whimpers softly against the naga's lips, allowing that tongue to explore her mouth fully. Her teeth were largely human, save for a set of three on each side, top of bottom and her mouth, flanking her canines. They were large, predatory, and likely quite capable of causing damage - or holding onto a barmaid as she got another good hold on her for another swallow...<br/><br/>"Mmmph!" Aniel's body jerks in surprise when she feels the scaled tip of a tail ease it's way between her thighs, probing at her simple clothen panties nestled away beneath her skirt. Oh god...right here? She was going to do it right here, in front of everyone?! Squirming slightly, she nonetheless offers very little resistance as Asara pulls aside her underclothes, revealing the soft, tight lips of her sex, glistening gently with just the slightest hints of arousal....