Draiss shifts slowly, and then pulls back a bit, listening carefully, and finds the perfect depth for her, pleasure without pain, before he licks her nose again. He growls softly as he pulls back, having to use a bit of force because she was so tight around his shaft, and then pushes back to in, stopping where he had before. Each thrust was slow and deliberate, the ridges of his cock spreading her folds and stimulating every inch of her womanhood. He purred as he licked her neck, slowly speeding up his thrusts, before thinking of something. "You do realize that if I plant my essence in you in this form, there is a good chance you will be with child. Dragons are remarkably fertile."<br/><br/>He could and already had rendered himself infertile, but it was something that she wouldn't know of. If she asked he would 'do something' about it.