Feeling the Princesses’ dainty fingers run over his pubic hair was all the encouragement Akris could ever need, not that he had need of much given the beauty before him.  Knowing what was awaiting him next, he was keen to take his opportunity to caress and admire the near latex clad tail wrapped around him.  His fingers, firm in grip, ran over each part of her they could reach, savouring the texture of the suit over her form.  It gave her an exotic sensation, lacking the scaley texture one would often find with naga kind.<br/><br/>At her approving purr, Akris’ lengths both twitched in need, eager for what had been denied from them for so long.  He could only give a gasp as he felt her so skillfully sheath his cocks, the rubbery embrace causing him to shiver in desire.  His eyes shot up to her features, gazing over her face in admiration.  He took the opportunity to linger whilst she was distracted with recovering her restraints, his hands running up her tail in segments he could reach, only stopping them at her fleshy hips.<br/><br/>Determined to feel her skin before she had him bound, he ever so briefly brushed his fingertips over the fleshy form of her belly before she set about binding him.  The sensation of being bound was often a strange one for men amongst his society, it almost assuredly was prelude to feeling a woman’s warmth.  Given this conditioning, his shafts could only give a potent pulse in anticipation, his hips giving a little jerk as his arms were locked into place. A quiet moan escapes his lips once the ritual binding was marked complete.<br/><br/>This only intensified upon feeling her dive lower, his hips squirming as he felt her lips and tongue across his shafts.  A hiss like moan escapes his lips, briefly baring his fangs once more at the sensation.  It had been far too long for him, and he could already feel his need building up in him.  Maia’s lack of patience did little to help matters, his first shaft swelling in need upon feeling Maia’s maw around it.  The other twitching in demand for attention.<br/><br/>When she drew back, he could only grin in return to her saucy expression.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">“Gods, Princess...”</span>He gasps in admiration,<span style="color: #ff4d4d">“You are skilled.”  </span>He breathes, only managing that much before he gives a gasp at her next trick.  His hips can’t  help but give a solid thrust as he finally feels both shafts given equal standing.  The warm, wet sensation of Maia’s maw dulled by the condoms, but still overpowering.  He could feel his need swelling within his sack, his life essence surging into formation in preparation for his peak.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff4d4d">“My essence..!” </span>He moans, the bobbing finally being more than he can handle.  His twin shafts swell with need as his balls pull up tight into his hybrid form, finally sending forth the surge of his essence straight into the condoms oh so cruelly restraining his release.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>