The paladin was excellent at following orders at least, only grinning and moving her head slightly to watch as Velma gave her command to keep her hands to herself.  Mighty clawed hands gripped at the padding beneath her body, twining into the rope mattress, but delicate enough not to tear the fabric.  She still seemed a bit uneasy, but was very giving in the hands of the shape shifter, moving her body slightly and rumbling ever so quietly as Velma’s waxed fingers manipulated her softly scaled breasts, and then her oh so sensitive and tender nipples.  If Velma were to close her eyes, she wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between Fersi’s nipples and any other humanoid’s.<br/><br/>Unlike the woman’s abdomen, thick scales like bits of boiled leather, with a little give.  But the firm muscles beneath seemed even harder, especially as the dragonborne undulated under Velma’s body, enjoying the touch.  When Velma’s hand finally found Fersi’s mons, she again found the scales soft and supple, almost silken there in the most intimate of areas.  Only the soft crinkled folds of her innermost core was wet, though her blue flower had unfurled and was engorged, leaving a moist drop of her dew on Velma’s fingers as they rubbed and spread.<br/><br/><strong>“Yes, sit up.” </strong>Fersi confirmed though she moved slowly, seemingly not wanting to pull away from Velma’s fingertips.  But she was good at following orders and did slide slowly back on the bed.  Leaning back against the slight headboard and then the wall behind it.<strong>“I regret that the wax will likely not be as effective on your flesh, for I’ve quite enjoyed the experience so far.”</strong><br/><br/>She licked her lips and grinned,<strong>“Though I do suspect it is not yet over.”</strong><br/>