Ancalagon eagerly rode his black dragon, aiming to make her purr with pleasure, and considered donating his hoard to his mates, except what he would need to begin the tranisition into a demi-god of the dragons. He let his mind wander through the possibilities, and kept his main focus on his mate, each thrust hilting against her cervix, his foreclaws gently rubbing the main muscles for her flight wings, and his teeth biting at the base of her skull, each action carefully choosen to maximize her pleasure.