"Yes... mastah... yes, I liked the gift..."<br/><br/>Panting, releasing huge clouds of sparks and smoke as she does, Raura continues to ride Ancalagon, all of her muscles rippling beneath her scales as she runs her claws over his body and pumps herself up and down on his member. Small droplets of magma seep from her, running down his shaft and her rear tightens, gripping his tail firmly.