Her claws flexed and again a deep rumble sounded from inside her chest and she chuckled at Velma's words.<em>"You know, you've never actually seen me in my were-form, have you?"</em><br/><br/><strong>"No,"</strong>she said,<strong>"and if I have any choice in the matter I'd rather not.  No offense."</strong><br/><em><br/>"Probably good thing though; most who do tend to die not long after, missing throats and organs - oh, right, forgot to get the taste out of my mouth... hm..."</em><br/><br/>The dragonborn gestured to a pitcher of water on the table across the room.  It sat next to a bowl, probably for washing with, but she wouldn't have motioned for it if it weren't clean enough for Velma to drink.  With the miracle of the fountains of Laelith it was probably as fresh and pure as you could get, coming straight from the plane of water as the fountains did.  But the paladin made no other gestures, and it seemed that she did begin to enjoy the massage, her muscles loosining, her tension fading.<br/><br/>Right up until Velma bit into her softly scalled buttocks.  She gasped, "What..."  But then Velma's wax slicked finger slid into the tight knot of deep blue between her cheeks.  Velma felt the tight ring clench down against the invading finger in resistance, but so too at the same time, there was more.  From her very close perspective she saw the woman's sex twitch, her blue lips parting slightly as a hint of moisture covered the soft skin that was between the scaled flesh.<br/><br/>Ferrsi did not throw Velma off, which she could have done doubtlessly with her paladin's strength.  But she did hesitate, "I don't know... this... this...  I shouldn't..."<br/><br/>But though her words were hesitating, she did not buck velma off, stuck she was between acceptance and refusal.