Natacia whimpers as she's pulled up and dangled by her draconic tormentor, wriggling a bit even though she knows it won't free her. Once the claw begins probing inside of her she freezes though, aware that however gentle he might be treating her rapid movement on her part might cause injury nonetheless. The dragon had already made it known that he was aware of her virginal state, so it shouldn't come as a surprise how tight she is down there as her nether lips reluctantly part around the tip of the claw. She bites her lip to keep from crying out again as she experiences a sensation totally new to her...her church may not have forbidden it, but she was pious enough to avoid even touching herself, leaving her unaware of the pleasures of the flesh.