His cackling annoyed her, but Drya's attention was drawn to the ever-growing erection making an appearance beneath his belly.<em>'Dear lord,'</em>her mind gasped. How was it going to fit? She flinched when the head dropped onto her stomach, only making her fears grow.<em>'There's no way this is going to work...'</em>She might be able to fit maybe a foot, depending on how well she could work the math. The feeling of his hot length being rubbed up and down her toned abdomen instigated a reaction she wasn't planning on: her inner muscles clenched, her walls becoming wet in preparation. She was going to further contemplate this when the idiot opened his mouth again and pissed her off. His last remark had her throwing her head back and laughing loudly, perhaps attempting to speak at the same time, but it was hard to tell. Finally Drya got herself under control and lifted her head, a grin still stretched across her face, showing off those sharp teeth. "You...you are arrogant, aren't you?" Her breath finally returned to normal, her expression slightly more serious. "You really think I'm going to let you have your way with me when I didn't ask for it<em>and</em>play with you? You have no way of making sure I won't just tear apart your precious package," she eyed said package, "because even if you do kill me, I'll have already bled you." At this she lifted up on her elbows, careful not to pinch the skin of her wings, and got very close to his muzzle. "So take what you can get, because you don't even deserve that, filthy mongrel." The dragon bitch spread her legs, grabbed hold of his fur, and blew a puff of smoke directly into his nose. "Just fuck me already and be gone."