Feign moans a little bit, feeling the stroking and licking on his cock.  His hand reaches down almost unconsiously and strokes gently through Vega's long, wild hair.  "Mmm, wow, that's amazing."  The feeling is definitely arousing him as quickly as the connected arousal from Jaku's afterglow is fading away, keeping him in a nice constant state of pleasure.<br/><br/>Also unconsiously, his tail slides around the room, rubbing against Vega's serpentine body.  The large nose slides up under her shirt and his tail lips part to gently lick up the small of her back where her scales and skin meet.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The last survivor moves quietly, but swiftly.  He keeps following the tracks, going opposite of their apparent direction.  for a moment, it dawns on him that the tracks may be outgoing from the lair, and that he may be going in exactly the wrong direction.  He dismisses the idea, as turning back would be as bad as standing still at this point.<br/><br/>Quickly, he almost literally stumbles on a clear pool at the base of a waterfall...  From the tracks, the disturbances in the brush and a few tools left laying around, it's pretty clear to him that the whole family of tailmouths use this pool to bathe.  Seeing the bath makes him a little bit aware of his own scent.  Also, here he sees something that he hadn't noticed before...<br/><br/>Footprints, draconic, bipedal, and too big to be from Seras...  "Fuck, there's a dragon out here too?"  Suddenly, his dart gun and knife feel woefully inadequate for the situation.