Ancalagon smiles to himself, and presses against her, encouraging her to lie down, never taking his tongue from her sex. He eagerly laps up her nectar, and twines once around her, before gently pushing her back, and murmuring softly, "On your hands and knees, please."<br/><br/>He then latches onto one of her breasts with his tongue, the powerful muscle squeezing and pulling her breasts. He pushes her down onto her knees if she takes to long to comply with his request, and then mounts her properly, his member slipping into her dripping folds, spreading her flower apart. He wraps his arms around her torso, his paws gripping her breasts, while he takes her like a true dragon would.