Lyre thanked Syron in his mind for the opening, as he moved forward, putting some of his cock in to Anita's mouth, and then his claws pushing against her back, right on her spin, daring her to spit him out. He held her there pretty well, at any rate. Syron's tongue increased effort with each stroke of his tongue, pressing hard and long against her small hole, the whole ordeal leaving both Syron and Lyre wanting her body.