(Yes, and I posted back just now, was not feeling inspired for it, but tried anyway.)<br/><br/>Looking at Snively, Ancalagon sighed, and said, "I will not kill a servant just because I am bored, it makes the other servants more likely to betray me later. But I would like to see you as a female, you certainly have the body for it already. If you are useful, your lifespan will be very long indeed. If not, you will be returned to the tribe, and another will be selected as a scribe."<br/><br/>Ancalagon smiles at his familiar, and enjoys the feelings coming across their bond, and sends back his affection for her. He strokes her sex, licks her snout, while his free hand strokes the wing muscles, helping her relax. He does not move fast, allowing Raura to enjoy every second of the bonding, and moving to the next part when she begins to get antsy. His fingers spread her womanhood, and his middle digit slides within, exploring, but stopping when it finds her hymen.