As he's pounced, Feign falls back a little bit in surprise.  He sinks quickly back into the kiss, his hands caressing down Vega's back pulling her torso close to him.  his tail doesn't resist being swallowed at all, though the little tuft of feathers on top are a bit ticklish on the roof of Deneb's mouth.<br/><br/>As his hands make their way toward Vega's hips, he can feel the wetness of her opening against him.  Just short of inserting himself into her, he looks into her deep blue eyes.  "You want to do this all the way?"<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Delilah rides quietly, though her mind is swimming with worries and fears.  'Can I trust them?  How will I come up with a story?  Jeez, I probably look like I've been sexed and tortured...  How the heck are they gonna believe me without clothes and soaking wet?'<br/><br/>Just in time to interrupt her thoughts, the first patterings of rain begin on the dry leaves of their surroundings.  The sound of distant thunder indicates that it's about to get stronger any minute.  "Huh, that figures."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The survivor hesitates with the knife, trying desperately to think of a way to get it back and fight.  The decision is made for him with the sharp snapping of his wrist.  "GAAAH! Dammit! Okay, okay!"  The knife drops from his useless right hand, just in time for a light rain to begin with some low thunder echoing across the valley.<br/><br/>In one last attempt, he manages to get one leg free and swing it up, trying to catch Arkain in the side of the ribs and knock the wind out of him.  It's not the best attack, and from this angle, he knows it will probably do nothing, but it's the only thing he can think of to try.