Ancalagon smiled at her eagerness, and then knelt down, and slipped his tongue into the presented hole, the long, agile tongue easily worming along her tightness. His hands moved up to stroke her haunches, before two fingers took the place of her hand, holding her open and pulling her toward him. He lay back, and pulled her with him, so that she lay on his stomach.<br/><br/>He inhaled her scent, and slipped his tongue in deeper, trying to make her whimper and beg.