The large sweaty naga takes one last deep breath, then every coil, every muscle, every bit of him relaxes completly. He carefully rolls over, holding on around Feign's chest, while he holds his legs down with a loop. Laying happily underneath him, he shudders and erfs a bit, sliding a now heavy coil over his rump, making sure every last drop swims its way down into him.<br/><br/>"Mmm. Now that was wonderful." He pants a bit and just holds him happily, his loose and relaxed tangle of a body, slowly pulsing with each breath. His lips twitch every now and then and seem to slurp on Feign's shaft lightly. Making sure, he stays right where he is.