"S.... stop...." the rabbit whines in protest as the naga tightened their grip once again around his form, pinning him easily to the ground and making it nearly impossible to move so much as an inch in defiance. Feeling that strange, wet feeling starting to soak through his fur, Ritter gets ready for another attempt to break free, when he finds his mind continually distracted by the constant attentions between his legs. Another groan escaping his lips at the expert ministrations, the rabbit's squirms become less and less frequent, his body only weakly writhing in the naga's grip as those soft, wonderful lips start to press around the opening to his sheath, tempting him, teasing him. Closing his eyes tightly in an effort to ignore his tempter, Ritter finds himself completely unable to stop his inevitable arousal, and soon the tip of his eager cock starts to slide easily outwards into the naga's waiting maw, only driving his arousal faster and faster.