Delilah wracks her brain over just what story she could possibly think up to dissuade a group so powerful and determined...  "Okay, I'm gonna ramble over this first...  First, they won't stop unless they're totally convinced you're all dead.  If I just tell them you're dead, they'll send a team to find the bodies and any blood samples they can find.  They won't believe that the valley is impenetrable.  If I say it is, they'll just try harder to get in.  Besides that, if I say you're all dead, they won't believe me unless I give them a reason why or how...  If I say it's a disease, they might try to collect samples of it."<br/><br/>She looks down at her labcoat, the white fabric isn't exactly thick, and the wetness on it is swiftly making it tantilizingly transparent.  "Oh, hell.  I haven't the first clue how to explain this..."  She thinks for a second.  "Okay, my clothes are in the monitoring-  GAAH! Stupid!"  She smacks her palm to her forehead.  "Sorry, I disconnected the power relay when I was trying to get my message out of the monitoring room."  She turns in her chair and flips some switches on the panel.  The lights doing nothing.  "It's the building where you first found me, right across..."  She looks out the window across to the open door of the monitoring room when a confused look falls over her face.<br/><br/>"...  A...  Are your friends having sex in there?"<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Feign's hands grip against vega's backside and with her guidance, he presses his cock into her dripping wet canal.  As it slides in, he kisses her deeply.  As soon as the shaft slides in all the way, he begins rocking his hips, moving the long cock in smooth rhythm inside her canal.  As the thrusts get deeper, one of his hands starts wandering back up to massage one of Vega's ample breasts.  "You...  You're -aah- amazing..."<br/><br/>Inside Deneb's throat, Feign's tail writhes and licks and pants in time with his human side, trying to give the throat as much pleasurable sensation as possible.  The two are perfectly synchronized, giving almost the same sensations to both Vega and Deneb, though the feeling is definitely more intense on Vega's side of the body.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>the survivor's eyes are fixed in shock on the blade, and especially the strength used to bury it's blade in the rock-like clay.  As he is lifted, he sees no choice but to go along with the lizard.  "You -nnk- you had me at 'you won't miss'...  I misread the situation."  The tail around his chest starts cutting off his air.  "Cooperate! I'll coo-AHHhhhhk!"  He is squirming to try to loosen the tail so he can breathe again.  The rain is starting to come down harder, the rain making the human prisoner a little slick, but not nearly enough to slip from the tail's grip.