"Nice to eat... meet you..." Zinnedianne said, relaxing into the chair. Looking at the demon mare, she licked her lips uncontrollably, her eyes going wide with desire. "What's a phone?" The dragon had lived a simple, technology ridden life, never seeing electronics in the first place. Finding herself distracted, her male member began to extend, pressing painfully against the pants she now wore. She gasped with embarrassment, trying to throttle it back into a limp state; This only succeeded in making her harder.<br/><br/>"Clare... h-help me..."<br/><br/>She said, flushed with arousal and hunger, and swarmed by the new alien impulses of her body. She found herself quickly standing up and pressing against Clare, desperate to feel her, experience her... taste her. The dragoness reached forward to grope one of the demon's breasts, whimpering in painful levels of arousal.