He moved over her, his sharp claws moving to rest on either side of her. He looked down, making sure they were lined up properly, before stepping forward again. The soft, warm scales of his underbelly brushed along her back as finally the throbbing flesh made contact with hers. Slowly, knowing if he did it too fast he might knock her off balance, he began to push himself into her.<br/><br/>It was easy, at first, for the tip was smaller than even his tongue. But the closer to the base it got the thicker it was, an soon he was trying to insert something bigger than she'd ever taken before. He'd only gotten in a few inches, and it was beginning to be difficult. But he was a patent creature, completely unlike the ogre, whom had simply shoved himself inside her, regardless of how it felt to her. He kept putting more pressure, glad for taking the time to stretch and lubricate her. Slowly, she was opened up, and by the time he'd filled her up to her cervix her body was accepting a member thick as her arm. And it felt wonderfully tight around him. So good he tilted his head back and let loose a stream of fire into the air.<br/><br/><em>'Your womb might be slightly harder, even after being filled with my tongue. Try to push back on me.'</em>he advised, before moving his hips forward. As with the enterence to her body, getting into her womb was easy for the first inch or two, before it was forced to accept the much thicker part.