It was not any better. Where her breasts had teased at his back earlier, now her ass teased at his groin. Why did she have to have such ample curves, and no issue tossing them about? This dry spell wasn't going to last. He listened to the many noises from the jungle to distract himself from the cushion of her body. He would pick out a specific call, in this case, some sort of monkey creature. He'd eaten a couple on the way up from the desert last time, not super tasty, but easy to hunt. Too smart for their own good. He focused on it, tuning out the other sounds, so as to distinguish it better. This was an old hunting trick. He could hear the monkeys talking to each other. They spoke a good deal more than other creatures he'd noticed. And it wasn't just mating calls. They coordinated group efforts, had sentries, socialized. 

Raffey didn't notice that his hands that had sat at his sides had crept onto the tops of Drache's thighs, as if to hold on better. This was anything but the case, for he'd ridden Dibney enough that he could hold on his with just his legs in her saddle. As the giant beetle dozed a path through the jungle, Raffey's eyes always kept a watchful eye out. Several times snakes had dropped down on him and giant jungle cats considered ambushing him. 

His hands rubbing up and down the lengths of her thighs absentmindedly, [color=fff200][b]"So, Drrrrrrraackuh, wha' t'ings will ya show meh?"[/b][/color] He had to admit the abundance of natural noise, and smell, and water, and color here was much more appealing than the days and days and days of nothing but grass of the Kerawac. And seeing mountain of fire would be nice too. He found himself wondering if it would boil up and erupt, as his hands slid down to the insides of her thighs. [color=fff200][b]"Ees ih more ho' ihn Peeresya, ihn dah moun'ain, dan ou' he'e?"[/b][/color]