(Your post was what? ???)<br/><br/>Murring in pleasure, Ancalagon rolled his hips, before moving to pleasure the green, before snarling, in a sudden fit of possessiveness, "Torkalminusea will be mine, and mine alone."<br/><br/>He slightly buries his claws in, making sure that she understood that the elegant gold would belong to him, and he would be most unamused at attempts to share. He normally would not mind, but he needed a metallic as graceful and beautiful as her to call him lord, and no others.<br/><br/>After the sudden fit, he returned to normal, making a note to send a gift as an apology for the outburst, not having meant to be so hostile toward the, admittedly, attractive idea. Dragon threesome, with two females and himself. He was drooling, he realized, and returned his attention to the green, using several long, easy thrust, followed by two shorter, harder ones, to push her toward a climax.