After some gnawing and further digital probing, it kind of 'clicked' what exactly she was doing.  Well by the stones that was probably one of the better responses to get.  She had a smidgeon of decency enough to blush as she released her hold with her teeth, clearing her throat and sitting up some.  Though her finger did do another curious probe before retreating - it would seem the paladin did enjoy a little 'probing'  there by her reactions - she tried to make it seem more planned than it was.  Truth be told, the butt simply looked rather<em>yummy</em>...<br/><br/>"Well, I can get the limbs and front now," she informed the paladin, moving to stand so that the dragonborn could flip over, and so she can turn around to face her before plopping back down on the woman's scaled abs, facing her with her usual smile lodged firmly in place. "Left arm first, and my apologies.  I should probably explain a bit."<br/><br/>She would too, once she had a arm to work with, pulling it firmly against her bosom, to keep it in place as both her arms went to work...<br/><br/>"I've found myself privy to many a primal<em>urge</em>as a result of my unique heritage. Sadly my nephew and his men made sure no others of my kind exist yet still to compare myself to, but conversation and experience would suggest my 'urges' are a bit more... potent than the average humanoid's," she explained as she worked, the conversation second in intensity to the degree of focus on her work. "Luckily, I'm dwarf-raised; a little gruffness and aggression at times is understood. Laelith is hot, so being less-than-dressed is not an issue when clothes are less-than-comfortable. And there are plenty around should I find myself in need of<em>carnal</em>pleasures, as is a not-irregular occasion."<br/><br/>On to the next arm...<br/><br/>"Theoretically it's because of the beastial nature of my birth-heritage, and were I to shift more frequently, I'm certain the more beastial urges would be less pervasive than they are.  Not that they really are all that pervasive, unless I fail to indulge now and then..." she paused, shifting for a more comfortable spot on the woman's abs. "...or when I have to actually get so in tune with them that I become them. As in, except when I transform, in which I am in tune with those urges so acutely and so much that they encompass my being if I were not of the intellect and willpower that I am.  The violence is the most obvious, as is the unburdening of clothing often merely written off as a side-effect of the size-change involved, and because it's not something you tend to think about when you watch me rip a man's throat out and swallow it whole.  And for those, once that mess is done, the fight is over, that's the end of it..."<br/><br/>She moved next to the shoulders, clavicle, neck.  She wasn't going to do her face, least not til the end, but she had to get the rest...<br/><br/>"...which as you may have concluded leaves the<em>carnal</em>urges.  My were-form is a very arousing experience in a numerous number of ways, sexual included.  In most cases however I find myself not in a capacity to satisfy them when I shift, so when I return to my humanoid form it persists, the desire to mate, to feel pleasure, to indulge.  It does not go away, at least not until I indulge and satisfy that urge.  And if you haven't quite gotten what I'm saying, Ferrsi, allow me to spell it out for you:" she said, having worked the upper body scales, and moved her hands to the sides of the woman's face, holding her attention both mentally and physically.<br/><br/>"Being a bear makes me<em>very</em>horny. You have a<em>very</em>yummy butt. When I'm done rubbing my hands over every inch of your body, making you feel good and look all shiny and healthy, it would be a<em>very</em>big favor if you would<em>fuck the living shit out of me</em>so I don't have to resist the urge to jump on the nearest fleshy<em>pole</em>and ride it so hard the poor sap can't use it for a bloody week," she rather growled lowly, a fire in her eyes before she grinned after. "Pretty please?"