Raura purrs happily, the heat of the area combining with Ancalagon's lust fueling her desire, and keeping her in the mood. She scrapes her teeth against his, pulling back a bit to feel the resistance, and squirms a little as his tail explores her heated depths. Scraping her claws down his back, she holds on tight, allowing him to carry her about or press her against the ground as he pleases.<br/><br/><em>Is this what master wants?</em>