Raura quietly rumbles with appreciation, smoke billowing from her nostrils as she clings to Ancalagon roughly, pumping herself up and down upon his length. Her legs are tightened, to help her force herself down, though her upper body is quite relaxed. The dragon playfully nips Ancalago's ears and tugs at them, her breath even hotter than usual - quite comfortable to a half red dragon.<br/><br/>Soon, her juices begin to flow freely, bubbling and boiling, such is their intense heat.