Fersi chuckled at the command to spread, that deep bassy rumble that traveled through her body and into Velma.  But she knew when to obey, and spread her legs before Velma could suspect her of delaying.  Her mouth parting to welcome Velma’s kiss, despite it’s briefness.  Her mouth tasted spicy, like an exotic bitter herb that Velma couldn’t place, but there was a hint of ozone with it as well, the way the air felt right before a lightning strike.<br/><br/>She did not delay or slow Velma’s progress as the human worked her way down her blue scaled body.  But did shift slightly, breathing as her own body reacted.  Her skin was a complex tableau as Velma explored it, a combination of soft skin, as delicate and supple as Velma’s own, which led to tiny blue scales, likewise flexible and soft, but with a slicker feel.  Then firmer scales, with the hardness of soft leather, giving less play, which then faded to the large broad scales.  Deep verdant blue, firm, and thick, with the give of an edge of boiled leather.<br/><strong><br/>“No scent,” </strong>she gasped,<strong>“I have no time for such fippery.” </strong>A warrior, that’s what Fersi was, and despite her obvious femininity, she cleaved to the idea of utility over form.<strong> “As to testing… we shall see.”</strong><br/><br/>She grinned down at the human who lay lower on her body, making her word into a teasing taunt.  Her reactions showed however that she was definitely more open to rougher love making than Velma might have suspected, grinning in a devious mannor and gasping as her teeth bit down lightly on the blue hued nipple.<br/><br/>When Velma finally reached the woman’s sex, she found the dragonborn’s labia to be engorged and bright blue with arousal.  Perhalps unsurprisingly for a creature who’s ancestry traced back to a desert creature, she was not overly moist.  The outer lips dry and thick with lust, only the inner folds showing her moist core.  But once Velma’s tongue found it, Fersi writhed and one clawed hand moved to gently rest on the woman’s head.  Not guiding Velma, but almost a subconscious reaction to the pleasure her tongue was bringing.<br/><br/><strong>“By Bahamut’s platinum whiskers that feels glorious!”</strong>she cried out in what was most likely at least questionably to say.  Of course that made the act a little more dirty, in a good way, that the paladin was invoking her god’s name because of Velma’s tongue.  It was clear that any misgivings she might have had were now gone as she let her ankles cross behind Velma’s back, lightly trapping the woman there.<br/>