Belial was caught off guard as Verzanth grabbed them by the horns and made her look up at the dragon once more. Spit strung between Belial’s lips and Verzanth’s cock, eyes widened a little in surprise as the dragon growled her displeasure at their teasing.<br/>While Belial didn’t notice the ring’s effects yet, their thoughts raced at the preposition given to them, still calculating the gravity of the situation. They struggled to keep a focus, to remember that there's still a game at play and her life on the line, but the dragon's presence and her own arousal kept fogging their head and making it difficult.<br/><br/>Pre dripped from Belial onto the cool floor as she’s forced back down onto Verzanth’s cock by their horns, loving when their horns are held onto or used to pull them around. She moans around Verzanth, disguising any choking as she struggles to take the dragon’s impressive girth and keep their sharp fangs out of the way as well. Her eyes flutter as the dragon’s cock just keeps going, feeling every texture as it goes down, doing her best with what minimal room they had left in their mouth to give ministrations with her tongue. Belial mildly wondered if the dragon was after their own heart.<br/><br/>Given the encouragement, Belial began to stroke what length she couldn’t take, rolling their wrists in time with their mouth and Verzanth’s hips, another hand starting to slide up her thighs and rub up the dragon’s dripping slit with their thumb, testing the waters to see if they can pleasure their new master there as well. Belial slid her fingers down Verzanth's inner labia, getting their fingers soaked before attempting to slip two inside.