Laelanith's body is taking rather well to the raping, her muscles eagerly accepting the male's harden shafts, and her breathing is fast and ragged. Her eyes are closed, and she only opens them when she hears another woman's voice. Looking at her, Laelanith's eyes are dead, as if her soul has left her body for the time being. She suddenly moans, as the dragon hits a sweet spot, her body now completely going with the males.