Fangs were fine, but forked tongue? For some reason Anika didn't expect that as it slipped into her mouth. She made an appreciative, encouraging sound in the back of her throat as the kissed, as she looped her arm about his neck to card her fingers into his hair. She could work with the lack of skill - that could be taught - with how willing Itto was.

To encourage him further, she pressed her chest against him when he pulled her close. Let him know he could touch wherever he wanted. That was when her hand finally finished its decent to rest upon the hard bulge between his legs. Moving outside the pants, she used touch to survey the size of an one's dick. There was something different there that she couldn't properly assess yet, but damn was Itto hung. If her mouth wasn't already occupied, she'd be salivating at the thought of it stretching her. Growing wetter at the prospect, she lightly curled her fingers about his cock, rubbing slowly, and let friction arouse him more.

She'd only do that a moment or two before her hand would start working his pants open.