The rabbit's paws continue to clench and scratch at the ground as his body is wracked by wave after wave of pure pleasure, his entire form being rubbed and stretched by that wonderful fluid. Only barely realizing that the naga had mostly disappeared, his paws almost nervously begin trying to dig at that strange substance, working to somehow scrape it off. A low whimper eminates from his throat as another spasm of extacy washes through him, his entire body now starting to tingle, both inside and out, from the close contact to the tar. Slowly beginning to roll himself over, Ritter begins trying to cough, making an effort to somehow get that substance back out of his body and out onto the ground, but each effort seems to take nearly all his will, his mind fighting him at every turn, wanting to simply give up and bask in the sensations flooding his being.