Mourn watched throughout the entire thing.  To say that it excited him was an understatement.  In the background, Jagger began pacing, the smell of sex exciting him as well.  The low, warning growl escaped the creature before he could stop himself, but the others didn't seem to care.  They were intent upon the bounty before them.  The kobolds not involved, one spent and one ready to go, watched with lust-laden eyes.  The one who'd just emptied its balls into her womb already reached down to start and stroke himself to erection once more.<br/><br/>Seeing as how she was being choked, the one in her throat took pity on her and eased himself back on the table, pulling his cock out until the head rested firmly in her mouth.  He smiled at her, reaching out to grip her hand and bring it over to the bottom of his shaft.  He began stroking part of his cock with her hand while he pumped what he could between her lips.  The kobold's face was a mask of focus, trying to keep from exploding and trying to restrain all the sounds he wished to let loose.<br/><br/>The one pummeling her cunt had no such qualms.  Moans, groans, and squeals escaped him as his hips worked as quickly as he could, thrusting in and out of her in deep, fast strokes.  One hand began slapping her ass through the dress she wore, each tiny slap a stinging reminder of what was being done to her.  The other hand worked its way around her so that he could start stroking her clit, pinching it between dull clawed fingers.