Feign moves back a little bit, as if startled.  Vega's touch reminds him that even though time has flown by, he hasn't had sex in a whole year.  Combined with the sensations he's getting from Jaku, the arousal practically takes him over.  "Nnn... Yes! Please suck my cock!"  He is blushing brightly, a little shocked at his sudden outburst, though there's noone watching to be embarrassed for.<br/><br/>Then he sees past Vega to where Jaku is inviting him from outside.  He watches the movements he can feel through the link all the way to Tamara's hot, flood of an orgasm.  The sensation isn't quite enough to take Feign over teh edge, but it definitely causes his cock to twitch in Vega's hands and form a little pearl of precum.  "Oh Please now!"  He leans back with his hands on the last unopened crate.  His position presents his eager cock to Vega shamelessly.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Delilah feels completely spent, the power of the second orgasm was intense, and the short burst of cool outside air when the nagas' lips briefly parted is just enough to keep her comfortable.  As for her struggles, every muscle in her body feels limp, as if all the effort has been massaged out of her.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the last of the mercenaries stalks through the forest.  He had heard some fool calling out earlier, followed by the sounds of running, screaming, fighting, and worst of all, the silence that ended it.  He silently crouches to examine his gear.  As far as he knew, he had been the only one paranoid enough to keep an extra magazine of darts on him rather than in the crate.  Still, this only leaves him with ten shots.  Nowhere near enough to make a stand against what could be a whole tribe of nagas.<br/><br/>He looks up from his still intact gun and to the small track in the mud in front of him...  Too small to be either of the males or the tigress.  He thinks back, remembering a flash of green hair and purple...  Either a fouth adult naga or a humanoid accomplice...  Still, these tracks were wide enough for their makers to be man-eating with some effort.  He looks for the telltale signs of direction, more difficult with snake tracks than legged animals, but as soon as he figures out where the tracks are headed, he stands and starts off in the opposite direction.<br/><br/>No time to be a hero.