Natacia yelps out as she's tossed back into the dragon's hoard, more minor abuse she's forced to endure but what could she possibly do, naked and unarmed, against a dragon? She shrinks back at the expression that forms on the dragon's face, not liking this one bit, having a dark suspicion that the 'friendly' portion of her interaction with the dragon is probably over. She listens, wide-eyed, as the dragon finally explains to her what his (and now she knows for sure it is a he) intentions were for her  after all. She shakes her head a bit, mouthing a silent denial. What this...monster is proposing, surely it could not happen! And yet the dragon boldly pushes a talon between her legs, stroking her most intimate area, forcing a startled squeak from her.