<span style="font-weight: bold">Phyrra/Ingarl</span><br/><br/>As Aviana’s scaled thighs close around her head, it becomes immediately clear that the demi-dragon is a warrioress whereas Phyrra is a scout, and the drow’s delicate ears can hear her skull creaking between the passion of Aviana’s thighs. But with her skin fizzing and bubbling with Ingarl’s stomach acids, the line between pleasure and pain is already far too blurred for her to object, and she merely moans louder, thrusts her tongue more deeply within the dragonesses nethers, sucking every drop of sweet, pleasurable treasure she can plunder from Aviana’s tight, hot cave.<br/><br/>“Guh!” Phyrra cries, as Aviana’s assault on her ass becomes metaphysical, actually magical, as the Aviana fills her up with draconic power. “Oh shit, I’m gonna<span style="font-style: italic">cum</span>,” Phyrra squeals.