Mina soon felt the soft fur of Jagger's underbelly stroking up her back, pressing her down, first to all fours and then folded so that her knees touched her chest.  It was a good thing that the smoke had given her some kind of preparation, as her body started to take this new intrusion.<br/><br/>The tapered point of Jagger's cock made the initial penetration more of a curiosity.  A finger-width, two, then three, and then she started to feel the strain.  A wordless, questioning cry escaped her.  It was still sliding deeper, still getting wider.  She was both sure and afraid that there had to be more to it when she felt it reach some sort of barrier.  Her inner muscles clutched and released, hinting at something greater - if only she could stand it a little longer.