Moving slowly, Ancalagon murrs in pleasure at his mate, and continues to slowly take her. Each thrust was agonizingly slow, and his cock caresses every inch of her sex, stretching her to accomodate his impressive girth. He glances at Raura, and says, "Say yourself, for you are next, little flame."<br/><br/>He then rubs his head against Shyrath, and bites her neck, hitting a nerve cluster right behind her neck, and began to move faster, the pistoning become more desperate, and suddenly he roars around her neck, his burning seed filling her womb.