Lilissa politely declines, but one or two of the koblolds is quick to take her place in asking for the privelage of resting atop her swollen belly. They tumble over each other competing, one of the bigger ones managing to push his way to the front on hands and knees, begging for the chance to feel the spoils of war for himself.<br/><br/>The size is still something difficult for the  woman to manage, and she's unable to speak and gyrate at the same time, settling for the latter. The cultist rocks back and forth, taking in as much of Nezasit's seed as possible, although the sheer volume means that half of it ends up splashed over her her body, which she licks with her tongue eagerly whenever any catches upon her face. By the time the dragon's cock is finished unleashing its torrent upon the rider, her belly is bloated with fertile cum, which she rubs gingerly as she remains mounted upon Nez. Once finished, she falls back into the grass in the setting sun, still panting loudly, sticky and hot. "Thank you, my lady," she wheezes, passing from consciousness. The other cultists take her with a smile to one of the tents; no doubt she'll be pregnant after that endeavor.<br/><br/>Lilissa sits back with a smile, the display warming her to the group ever so slightly more. "Should we be discussing how to deal with the camp ahead? We can't stay eating here forever."