Rose gasped as the head of the powerful dragon’s member rose up, a grey fleshy monolith that she had no hope of ever encompassing in her mouth. She tentatively reached towards the member when suddenly her insides were being assaulted by a long rough tongue. She fell forward, her long ears on either side of the pillar in front of her as she chittered and wiggled on top of her mistress. Slowly realization came back and she inched as far forward as the bigger fur would allow.<br/><br/>Rose’s small tongue was rough like her masters and so as she licked and guided it along the ridges, tasting the gladiator; she sparked little bolts of lightning to shoot throughout her own body. She enjoyed serving and service more than the reward of being pleasured herself. And so with her feet more or less trapped she used her hands to run along the huge diving rod. Her sensitive ear looking for the spots that fired the most response from her mistress.<br/>