Glarg gurgled with pleasure, raining his slime down over Draco. A warm, sticky drizzle, making him sparkle in the light. Glarg began to lower himself down atop Draco, his great gastropod kneading and fondling the dragon naga's distended form, squeezing each squirming lump of living, pre-swallowed meal. Glurg felt good, Draco felt good to him, exciting, tasty...