As Aiyaka reenters the room, the half-orc is still sleeping peacefully on the bed; with barely a faint whisper of displaced air, a shadowed figure oozes from the corner with barely any visible motion. "All clear out there, love?" Bella asks; she's got what looks like a cut-down crossbow with oversize bolt perched on it out and pointing at an angle at the floor, not looking at the kitsune but instead all around the room. "I figured I could keep this one from having anyone.... interfere with her. Anyone interesting?"<br/><br/><br/>Outside, there's no resistance as further bindings are applied to the unconscious minotaur. No matter how strong he was, with as many dark and winding tentacles as have each of his limbs pinned down now he wasn't going to be doing anything even when waking up. The naga coils around him with ease, her scales not reacting to her own spells as she slips coil after coil around the minotaur. Soon enough, she's got him securely anchored by her own bulk as much as any remaining spells, and twitches and spasms run throughout his body and tickle Lamya's thinner under-scales. Though entirely reflexive and without real strength, the sheer size of his muscles makes his little spasm feel almost as buffeted as if a normal meal punched her. When she reaches his manhood, already slick with his own early juices and just a little tantalizing taste of kitsune on it, he lows in his sleep; a dream shifts into a much more pleasant place even with scaled muscle squeezing gently around his face. Showing off one of the reasons those with legs were often attracted to nagas, it's easy for Lamya to fit even his entire bulk into her maw with a dextrous tongue coiling around it. The minotaur immediately stiffens, growing inside the wet heat of the naga's mouth and dribbling a little extra sticky fluid out onto her tongue. The bovine was the most... masculine, for lack of a better word, taste that Lamya had ever had; muscles ripple up and down his body as Lamya begins to take what she needs, and soon Lamya can feel the minotaur's quivering eagerness vibrating in the upper reaches of her palate. He moos again- but it's muffled by Lamya's tail.