Too distracted by the constant attention being paid to his groin by one of his captors, Ritter is barely able to tell whether the slime was starting to ooze onto him or if it was simply the feel of those heavy coils wrapping all over his body. Now concentrating entirely on trying to resist the naga's advances, the rabbit's body stops it's squirming, simply laying limply underneath the many slimy bodies. A light groan involuntarily escapes his lips as he feels that tongue beginning to explore around his groin, slipping down along his shaft and into his sheath, causing the whole of his length to emerge within the span of only a few moments, pressing quickly into the naga's waiting maw. His eyes rolling backwards as he feels his resistance beginning to fade, Ritter looks up in surprise at the sudden appearance of another of his captors, this one reaching down to grab at his muzzle. Holding his jaw closed in protest as he felt those paws trying gradually to pry it open, the rabbit tries to shift his head away in an effort to wrench it away from the naga's grasp.