Natacia can't help herself, having kept mostly still throughout this ordeal, or at least as still as one could expect while being dragonhandled and teased mercilessly by the beast's tongue. Now she begins squirming, the building heat, the wet tongue gliding over her smooth skin, saliva glistening over her nethers. The increased pressure from her legs being spread does cause her to wince, but she's still distracted enough by the teasing tongue, now pressing against her entrance, trying to push in. She's a bit surprised at how gentle she's being treated...she's still being handled however the dragon wishes, but he hasn't simply begin taking her, even though he could have.