As she relaxed more, his tongue became rougher with it's movements, opening her just the little bit more he required. Stringy drops of his saliva wet the ground, and his member was completely free from it's sheath. These were the more obvious signs of his growing need. The lesser ones were the way his claws dug softly into the dirt, and the way his breath grew a little hotter, smoke beginning to seep out with each exhale. It was with a great show of will that he wasn't burning her.<br/><br/>Almost all of his tongue had finally shoved into her, stretching open both her cervix and her womb. Finally satisfied that she was ready for him, he pulled it out, a shiver running through him as her swallowed down the liquid. It coated his throat nicely, and he could even smell it, though his head pulled away to tower over her again.<em>'I want you on your hands and knees, human. And I want your legs as far apart as you can get them.'</em>