It doesn't take much probing for Ancalagon to reach Raura's hymen, she is just a wyrmling after all, even if she is taller than him when on her hind legs. Showing restraint, she gently nibbles as the scales on his neck, trailing her claws lightly over his chest and back, massaging the spot between his own wings.<br/><br/>"Are we going to go all the way, master, like you did with Shyrath and Rummsprig?"<br/><br/>She starts to rumble gently, puffs of smoke flowing freely from her mouth as she relaxes and soaks up all of the attention.