[ She shudders-- it's a weird feeling, having his tail constrict hers. It doesn't hurt, per se, but it does restrict the movement, the muscle flexing under his grip as it tries to curl slightly against his. This, combined with the pressure of his thumb over her clit and down, sends a shiver of pleasure straight up her spine.

Only some dragons had tails as prehensile as Dan Feng's, right, so-- maybe this was something to facilitate breeding? To hold the tail out of the way, to gain access, prevent the muscular limb from dislodging them? Ah, she's thinking too much, but it's kind of fascinating to witness the subtle difference in behaviour from him... She reaches down to curl her hand delicately over his, nails lightly scraping over his inner wrist. ]

Ah, well-- there's many more ways to enjoy such a thing...