Feign's body squirms powerfully in Jaku's womb as Tamara's tongue laps and caresses over Jaku's wet sexes.  The bird-spirit, nearly falls over into the coils and lets out an avian moan.  The bird lays against Jaku's coil, twitching and occasionally flapping out its wings in time with Feign's physical twitches and writhes.<br/><br/>After a while, the bird is quiet, looking at Arkain and Tamara now heavily thrusting and writhing.  He listens to their moans and the wet, plunging sounds of Arkain's member churning into Tamara's canal.<br/><br/>For a moment, Feign wishes he could feel their sensations as well.  The thought of it makes him squirm yet again in pleasure.