Just outside the entrance to the den, a little black spirit raven vanishes as Feign is pulled out of his meditation.  He instinctively reaches out his tongue and gently licks the tip of tamara's already wet nipple.  With a quiet murr, he bends forward the rest of the way and gently suckles on the tigress' ample breast.<br/><br/>his hands feel around blindly, one finds jaku's side, just above the hip, he rolls his shoulder, rubbing against the naga behind him playfully.  His other hand finds tamara's now flat bellyscales about a foot below her femsex.  It has been long enough since they all could safely pile in so tightly, he had started to miss the sensation.