Grinning at her growl he gently bit her neck, enjoying her tight cunny as he impaled her, his thrusts speeding up, slapping against her hips as he approached his climax. When he nearly was there, he slowed his speed, pulling himself back from the edge, but keeping a pace that would be enjoyable for Vorg. His hands moved from her haunches, to come up her belly, and trace distracted patterns on her scales, the light touches just hard enough for her to feel them.