Behind him, Caleb's powerful tail whips once against the flagstones, expending the pent-up energy within him where he can without another outlet. He is very certain that he has a cock in this shape, but doing anything with it seems like such an impossibility he barely considers it. But as Yussa takes that enticing position, appealing to him for many of the same reasons, his desire is raw, potent, nearly tangible. His gaze is heavy and sharp as it rakes over him. Gods, he is incredible. Caleb breathes out slowly when their eyes meet, sparks dancing between his teeth.

"Perfect," he declares roughly. He feels his weight against his leg, meager though it is, and concludes that he's braced himself as well as he can. No reason to delay, then. Presented just for him, he looks delicious.

The first swipe of his tongue is long and slow. He drags the length of it up from his cunt all the way to his tailbone, licking along his slit and between his cheeks. The next flickers over his clit and dips past his soft entrance, making him growl low and electric with pleasure at the wet, easy slide to pierce him deep again at this new angle. Given his size compared to Yussa's, this isn't so much like eating him out as it is thoroughly fucking him with his tongue, and he dedicates himself to that purpose.