Myra begins breathing heavily, a little startled and unsure of what to do in the situation, but nevertheless, ends up moving her legs apart. Her massive breasts heave, the nipples standing out prominently, and nectar begins to flow freely, right onto Ancalagon's tongue. She smells and tastes very... natural, earthy and powerful. A primal creature with a strong sexual drive. Her muscular buttocks begin to clench as she gets used to the dragon's advances, and leans against him for support.