Johan maintains his smirk as Naji's opinion of things is, at first, quite clearly the sort of tolerant bemusement she tended to give most new things that came by. Sometimes with insults, sometimes with playfulness, but it wasn't often an idea got her wholehearted endorsement. Watching Naji's face, he can tell that she's got her own opinions on Cyria, her venom, and the use it could be best put to. "Wine-and-drider venom cocktail? Why, Naji, whoever could you possibly mean to give that to," he says, blandly oblivious to the obvious answer. She almost gets to the "correct" answer on Drodjee herself, enough that Johan doesn't feel a need to draw out the rest of his explanation. The drow was getting fed, and if she initiially had a failure of imagination as to the exact method of execution, Johan couldn't blame the woman. Experience was generally a sound guide, and experience in this case meant either cutting her throat or feeding the hapless half-orc to one of the more traditionally ravenous members of the mad band.<br/><br/>Bearing up under her teasing with dignifed tolerance that is slightly undermined by his current state of undress, Johan simply nods happily- to his mind, that he was 'at attention' just looking at Naji (and maybe just a little thinking about other aspects of the drow) so soon after having sex with Cyria was a grand compliment. Well, somehow Naji rarely saw it that way, for reasons that were beyond Johan's slanted point of view. He's watching her eyes, though, and her face, and he knows the drow far too well. The way she was standing, the way she moved- Johan knew that she'd already been a little excited by the spectacle going on over her head and the smell in the room- and, false modesty aside, the sight of him- but none of that quite matched up with that first inrush of breath when she realized exactly what Johan was going to be doing to her- or, more accurately, with her to Drodjee.<br/><br/>He's ready for the half-orc's outburst, though it comes a half-second later than when he expected her to put the pieces together; it wasn't as though they'd been as discreet as he might have wished. Still, by the time she's moving, one hand is already on her shoulder, and Cyria's fangs are burying themselves in her neck. Johan helps hold her upright with one hand, laughing to himself as Naji seems all but overcome by the thought of her first meal that she'd be allowed to keep. "I've heard that you always remember your first meal," he adds while watching Cyria envenoming Drodjee with every appearance of fascination. "I wouldn't know, of course. But I do hope you have fond memories of all this for quite a while. Careful, Cyria, we wouldn't want Drodjee to miss anything while unconscious- ahh, there we go." Holding Drodjee up, he gives the drider a quick kiss on the cheek while she licks her lips. "Well timed, of course. I think we probably could have managed, but why take risks? ...better this way. Hlelp hold her up, but I'll handle, mmm, guiding her in."<br/><br/>Slipping forward, he presses himself to Drodjee's side, looping one hand around her shoulder and taking a quick grope of the meal-to-be's chest. Resting his chin on the half-orc's shoulder, he whispers just a little too quietly for anyone else to hear, "Imagine how much happier you'd have been if you'd gone off in the woods, spit me up, and we'd spent an hour fucking each other's brains senseless, dear. If there's anything to this reincarnation thing some espouse- take a lesson." And then a quick kiss on the cheek, before repositioning himself behind Drodjee. With his knife, he cuts the orc's clothes off, noting, "Wouldn't want you to remember the taste of sweaty cotton for your first-" offhandedly. That done, he presses himself into the orc's back perhaps just a little more emphatically than was truly called for- after all, someone had to be the last to appreciate the feel of her body as something other than a texture on their tongue. Taking one of the orc's forearms in each of his hands, "I'll guide, you lift, dear. Ready?" And stepping forward, he presses Drodjee's hands daintily up to Naji's warm lips, and then teasingly slowly forward to rest on her tongue. As it happened, both Johan and Cyria knew- from different circumstances- how the orc tasted and what Naji's tongue was reporting right that instant, and the veteran mercenary stifled a chuckle as Naji's eyes dilate in shock. "She is quite nice, isn't she? But there's a good six feet of her and you've barely started."<br/><br/>With that, Johan begins the long, steady process of feeding Naji. Of course he knew that she was *capable* of eating the barely-mobile and silk-bound elf on her own, but where was the romance in that? Guiding her arms to the back of the drow's throat, he notices that she's not doing much work herself. And why should she, when she has two people feeding her? And yet, teasingly, just as his hands pass between the drow's lips as they guide the orc's arms in, he pulls them back and gets a hold under her arms instead. "Take your time," he urges Naji unnecessarily. "Savor her- after all, she'll be spending the rest of her life in you, what's the rush?" Taking a step to one side to give Cyria a better handhold, he ribs his side slightly against the drider's own flank as she lifts the orc up, and with one hand he reaches out and gently pushes Naji down to a sitting position onto the bed so that gravity can help her out. Once more, he pulls his other hand free instants before it was about to pass into the drow's mouth, and after a teasing flick of the orc's breasts he grabs her around the waist instead. Soon, the chest pushes into Naji's mouth, bulging the drow out as Dordjee's head passes into her stretched throat. That was the part he'd briefly tasted, and he knew quite well how good it was- and this close Johan could hear both the drow's stomach beginning to roar its approval and also the tight, muffled little moan of pleasure that came from Naji's throat.<br/><br/>Easing the orc into her new home, Johan keeps up the pattern. Every minute or so, there's a new handhold that he and Cyria guide into the drow's mouth. Every time, he waits until his hands are almost in the drooling maw along with Drodjee, and every time he pulls away- making eye contact (at least, while Naji's eyes stay open, as they close partway through with the sheer pleasure) and winking as his teases start to get to the drow. After all, one meal was good, but to not even let her taste something more familiar seemed just a little... cruel. Johan's attention is diverted once Drodjee's head emerges into Naji's stomach, a groggy groan greeting the gullet's embrace- though, as Johan well knew, Naji's acids were so weak that it would take the orc a while to be released from her humiliation... a time Johan meant to enjoy. Another few inches in, and the orc's hips reached Naji's lips.<br/><br/>"Thank you, Cyria, for your help- I believe I can handle it from here." Turning aside, he gives the drider a quick wink, and adds, "I think Sasara drowned in the bathtub, or if not she was struck speechless by the two of us cavorting over her head. Either way, I think there'll be more for you to do that might be fun for everyone involved here in-" he checks to see how much of Drodjee was still outside of Naji, "About two, three minutes." With that, he walks up to Naji, taking one of Drodjee's ankles in each hand- and leaning forward, giving the poor orc's nethers a quick kiss. But no tongue. That wasn't his decision to make. "Alright, dear, let's get this orc all the way inside you," Johan says with a chipper laugh. Pushing forward, he works Drodjee's hips into Naji's mouth, letting the orc's rear come to rest at the back of Naji's throat and letting it rest there for a few minutes. Looking down, he can see Naji's stomach starting to expand; he'd never seen it (at least, from the outside) be quite so big, and the sight of it... well, he was now very definitely at attention. Licking his lips, he continues pushing, noting that Naji's eyes have gone fully closed as she's contented to let Johan feed her her meal and only occasionally let her throat do some instinctive gulps down. In front of him, Naji's stomach expands enough that the orc's body's begun to press into his own on his seat in front of the drow; he acts as a bit of resistance, helping Naji's belly force the orc into a curl. Thighs, knees, and calves all pass into Naji's blissed-out face while her mouth slowly starts to relax towards its normal size. Only feet remain- and then Johan pushes those in too...<br/><br/>...without, this time, letting go. Instead, he rubs his own hands on Naji's tongue, and the drow's eyes shoot open at the sudden but familiar taste... and a foot or so in front of her face is Johan, grinning impishly. "Sure is a good thing you don't have room for two," he teases. "I bet my taste pairs wonderfully with hers," while both her feet and his forearms pass into Naji's mouth. Just a few more swallows, and she'd have the orc entirely if Johan just let go- but then she wouldn't be tasting him anymore, either...