With the assistance of Ancalagon's touching of her belly, Vorg bounces atop his rod even more enthusiastically. Fire and smoke unleash from her mouth in short bursts and her panting increases, chest heaving each time with such powerful breaths, and finally, she reaches her orgasm. Tightening up on Ancalagon's member, she lets herself drop, lying atop him while crying out in pleasure. Her juices drench his lower half, bubbling away with intense heat, and beneath her scales there is a heat as intense as a funeral pyre.<br/><br/>When her climax finishes, she just lies there, still on top of the sorcerer, taking deep breaths and filling the room with smoke with every exhalation.