Shyrath, once nipped, gives a long roar of pleasure, thrusting her rear out further suddenly, and her tight muscles contract around Ancalagon's rod, gripping amazingly tightly, so much so that it almost hurts him, but the pleasure is incredible all the same. As he comes inside her, her orgasm also wracks her, and their fluids mix, creating a caustic tar, almost, sizzling and boiling away, the feeling exciting the two draconic bodies even more.