Ferrsi, for now it would be too formal by far to think of her as the commander, ‘blushed’ even deeper when Velma complemented her butt, and her eyes closed.  Her body did not tense though, and Velma figured that meant she took the compliment with as much humility as she could.  She shifted slightly as Velma climbed onto the bed and straddled her, moving slightly so that Velma could almost fit naturally into the blue woman’s curves.<br/><br/>The soft scales of her flesh were dry, and she could feel them under her own naked body as she explained the back would be first.  Ferrsi nodded slightly, and her eyes remained closed, even as the deep blue faded from her face.  There was no gasp or pulling away when Velma’s waxed hands met her scales.  No the paladin was far too disciplined for that.  She’d agreed to this and she was no shrinking violet, no fey maiden, to blush and second guess.<br/><br/>She finally spoke though and responded to Velma with a slight chuckle.  The chuckle was almost felt more than heard, the vibrations deep in her chest rumbling up through her body and into Velma’s thighs and butt where it pressed against soft blue scale.<strong>“I am a paladin of Bahamut.  I wear fifty pounds of plate about my body all day.  I doubt there is little your hands…” </strong>She paused and it was obvious she was thinking of Velma’s ability but did not mention it,<strong>“...would do to hurt me right now.  You may be firmer if you like.”</strong><br/><br/>Her clawed hands flexed on the bedding when there was mention of her front, and she muttered,<strong>“I did agree to a full body massage, I will not shirk.  But I place myself in your tender ministrations.  Tell me to roll over and I shall.  I’m very good at following orders after all.”</strong><br/><br/>She chuckled again, sending that thrill of pleasure through Velma’s lower half.<br/>