Wind Rider shifted a little against Zane, delighting in the feel of his muscled, scale covered frame against her pale slender body through the thin fabric of the shift she was wearing. But his groaning softened her heart, and echoed her own needs, that remained partially fulfilled in the scant few moments they had been able to enjoy each other a little more carnally.<br/><br/>Every so gently and quietly, she moved her lower right hand to his pants and then snaked a few fingers under the waistband. She brushed her slender fingers along the length of his manhood, and soon her whole hand was inside of his pants, her fingers wrapping around his sizable girth. She squeezed him gently, leaning her head to whisper in his ear, "Ssshhh..." before she began to stroke him up and down, her hot little hand traveling from the flared tip of his manhood all the way to his leathery sack.