He was not that much bigger as a true dragon, but enough that she would feel the difference. His body was nearly solid muscle and sinew, and she would feel his now considerable strength even though he was clearly restraining himself. His forepaws rested lightly on her shoulders, the large claws barely touching her flesh, but even with his care, small beads of blood were drawn by the razor sharp claws. His warm breath ran across the back of her neck, and his body pressed against hers, warmer than his normal body. He rolled his hips experimentally, and grinned as he pressed against her inner barrier.<br/><br/>He purred, "Be glad I made this form sterile with the casting, or you would undoubtably be being this form's children. Dragons are... almost infamously fertile."<br/><br/>His new voice was much deeper and resounded in her body, a deep purr eminating from his chest to vibrate her lithe form, and her inner passage as the purr ran up along his thick man meat. He shifted his claws to the table, noting the tiny drops of blood, and then pressed against her, his hips shifting as he let her adjust, before making slow but powerful thrusts.