Squirming and squealing, Vorg allowed herself to be pulled down onto Ancalagon. His tongue slid into her depths, licking her and making her moist with her own near-boiling love juices. Like magma, it slowly seeped from within, lubricating her sex and sending a comfortable warmth spreading throughout her entire lower body. Likewise, the heat iwas intense on Ancalagon's tongue, yet delicious, almost affecting him like a hot honey-mead drink.<br/><br/>As she pulled her head back and moaned with pleasure, wisps of smoke streamed from her mouth and she stretched, her developed muscles rippling beneath her scales, showing that she was indeed strong, powerful and grown up. Certainly she had achieved true adulthood, and would merely grow from there.