"Don't I dare what?" Johan says, laughing at Naji's obvious irritation at the timing of his escape. Poor woman- but then, having her eager for more 'attention' wasn't a BAD thing, per se, even if he hadn't realized just... how close the drow was when he'd began to make his escape. He knew just how much she wanted him- and she knew that he knew, and kept letting her try without any conscious intention of letting her have him, and he knew that she knew that he knew... and on and on, Johan had spent the last months using his constant baited phrases, looks, actions to spur the drow on to develop her 'talents' as much as she would have to were she ever to return to the Underdark and not be taken for mind flayer bait at once. Really, *he* considered it quite the set of romantic gestures... knew that in her heart (if not her usually-empty stomach) Naji also had accepted this as the human's way of showing affection to someone he came closer to 'loving', in the usual sense, than most anyone else.<br/><br/>None of which stops Johan from making this as enraging as possible for Naji.<br/><br/>With no spider-interference coming to shove him back down into Naji's churning stomach (its efforts redoubled by getting to focus only on the exhausted, helpless orc) Johan begins to pull himself out of Naji's throat ever, so, slowly. A few times, he feels her throat desperately squeezing his hips, gulps trying to pull him back into the dark-skinned elf's body to stay. Tempting- and his feet are increasingly warm and tingly, giving him a wonderful tease of what pleasures could be his if he let Naji have her way. But not tonight. Instead, he uses Naji's helpless tongue to clean himself off, or at least clean the front-side of his body off by scraping the acid off onto the back of Naji's tongue. Of course, she got yet another long, deep taste of his chest and abdomen, but that was part of the fun. Indeed, as he keeps going emerging into the chill air, his crotch grinds into the back, center, and then sweet-sensitive front of Naji's tongue. That he'd gone limp meant that either somehow he'd lost his joy in being inside Naji, or far more likely that he'd "taken care of" the arousal she'd tasted on the way down inside her. Another grotesquely romantic gesture- even though he wasn't staying, he *was* leaving a little piece of himself inside Naji's stomach. Not that he *really* expected the drow to see it that way in the heat of the moment.<br/><br/>Though Naji tried to bite down to keep him in, Johan continues scraping himself clear and really once his hips are free, the rest is a formality; with a quiet, "Excuse me," he swings to one side of Cyria in front of Naji and lands with a wet plop onto the floor. "There! As expected. Dear, your hospitality's wonderful as always, and Cyria, good work helping her," he says, for all the world as if he wasn't naked and soaked in drow juices. "Still not quite enough muscular strength in the throat, though." And then, infuriatingly, he winks. Turning and walking away, the human puts a sway in his step as he leaves that would cause some barmaids to take notes as he heads for the slightly soiled but still mostly-clean tub of water, hopping in and vigorously starting to rub himself down. It's only when he's sure he's got all the acids off that Johan hops out (not bothering to dry) and strides back over to Cyria. Kneeling, he presses his cheek to one of the bulges, calling out, "Sasara? Having fun in there? ...no, no thanks, I've already been inside one beautiful woman today. And another attractive one, who is now inside the beautiful one. So you are having fun?" A pause- but he was hardly one with the moral authority, right then, to judge. "Alright. Well, come out when you're ready, one way or the other," he instructs, and then gives a kiss to the fuzzy side of the bulge. With a stage whisper, he asks Cyria, "If she stays, can I have some new silk undergarments to remember her by?"<br/><br/>((Johan escapes. :3))