Feign's caress down Tamara's ribs slides quickly, turning into more of a scratching when  the coil presses his open mouth to her breast.  He can feel the scales on the back of his neck, pressing him against the tigress in an almost frighteningly tight embrace.<br/><br/>Whatever part of his brain that governs fear has been completely drowned out now by the pleasure which has engulfed his thoughts.  His chest presses and rubs against Tamara's side, and his hand reaches up to rub Jaku's scaly belly.  Every breath Feign takes now is filtered through Tamara's soft fur, flooding his senses with her scent.