Ancalagon murrs in pleasure at the tightness of the fit, thrusting a few times to make sure he would not harm her, and nipped at her neck. He licked her eyeridge, and began to take her, moving slowly, learning how his new body moved, and grunted in pleasure at the grip on his shaft. He places his forelimbs on her shoulders, to better thrust, and began filling her, growling softly in pleasure. His pleasure at the tightness radiates down the link to Raura, but he tries to keep her out of the pleasure lock, so she can learn.