Still purring, Shyrath uses her full strength to buck her hips, thrusting in time with Ancalagon to send him as deeply in as possible, making it an enjoyable, rough ride for both. Her sex grips his rod tightly, and wisps of acidic vapour rise from her mouth, insufficient to harm anyone or anything, but still  keeping that distinct scent of her breath, her excitement. Her claws keep clenching and unclenching, her wings shivering slightly and her tail twitching as her pleasure builds up within.