The other two eventually leave, giggling to themselves and holding hands.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, it takes a little while, but not that long, for Ancalagon to expertly cause Shyrath to climax, her body pounding against the floor as she lets out a loud roar of pleasure, letting all in the castle know what's going on. Looks like she's a screamer. His hand gets covered in her sticky, caustic lovejuice, and smells wonderfully pleasant - much like concentrated lime juice. As her muscles contract, his shaft is held tight, and as he continues, the gripping on his rod of draconic splendour causes wonderful feelings.