As Myra bucks and rocks beneath Ancalagon's mighty frame, Raura sneaks out, to behind, and extends her long, forked tongue. It slides deftly up the minotaur's thighs, tickling her, before reaching her sex, the archmage still slamming his rod into it, until the very tip of her tongue brushes against Myra's clit. Slowly, she coils her tongue around it, giving a little tug, before sliding back until reaching Ancalagon's testicles, at which point she slides her tongue all over them.