With the provoking touch of her fingers around his sac, Théadan’s control snapped and he was dropping off into the abyss of his orgasm. It was a powerful moment for Navia, one that made her smile despite the wave of sensations it brought her, and she reveled in the way he moaned, in how he pressed his face closer to her hear. The rush of hot release filling her came next as she had hoped it would, but what Navia wasn’t expecting was one last hard buck of Théadan’s hips, resulting in his hard, pulsating shaft to jam up against her cervix as he climaxed. His hand on her pushed her up more, and the combination of feeling him orgasm and the rough way his body penetrated hers sent her over the edge as well. A sharp cry escaped Navia as she heard Théadan beckon to her, the sensation of a well-earned, deeply satisfying climax beginning to take over.<br/><br/>She felt it with every fiber of her being; she shook beneath him with the force of it, her body stiffening and her hand releasing his sac to wrap around his waist and clutch at him. Navia could do nothing but cling to Théadan as her mind went blank and her body spasmed around him. It was a glorious sensation, one that always made her feel close to him at such a primitive level, especially when he took her hard and without apology. Her legs shifted restlessly on either side of him as her vaginal walls gripped and clenched, forcing him deeper and unwilling to let him go. It would be some time before those muscles relaxed after such a desperate mating, but Navia was soon drained from the amazing climax Théadan had brought out in the both of them and knew it was unlikely either of them would be moving anytime soon.<br/><br/>He rested heavily atop her, but Navia made no objection, liking how his harder, heavier body pushed down on hers, cushioned by her curves. She gasped for breath beneath him, her head tilted back to make sure he had enough room while his face rested against her neck. Navia gazed up at the darkness of the barn’s ceiling, heart racing and body exhausted, and found herself a little dazed. Their time in the barn stall had begun tearful, with her having an unprecedented meltdown over a window, had progressed to them playing a game, but it had seemed as though they were going to end the evening on a sweet note, slowly making love and physically expressing their dedication to each other. It had morphed into something different though, and if Navia had learned anything from it, it was that she and Théadan were not only slaves to their lusts for each other, but to their shared excitement of being adventurous.<br/><br/>Théadan spoke to her and at first, all Navia could do was groan and turn her face to nuzzle up to him more, wanting the comfort of his attention. With their bodies sated, she no longer needed to cling to him, so her hands went to smooth along his back comfortingly, wanting to soothe any aches that were showing up from such a physical act. His back was hot from his exertion, a thin layer of sweat accumulating, but Navia paid it no mind. She knew she was just as messy. “I’m glad you love it so much,” she answered him tiredly but with a hint of humor in her voice, “It could end up that you’ll have to make do with only my hands for a few months…” She trailed off while she thought about that and how different that would be for them. “How do you feel about that? Do you think we’ll survive?” She couldn’t help but chuckle after asking, thinking of how desperate they could get around each other if they went even a few days without sex. “And what goddess were you referring to?” Navia asked with a devilish chuckle, the satisfaction he'd given her causing her to be relaxed and cheeky. She turned her head to give Théadan’s earlobe a teasing nip, “Could you really think so highly of me to call me that?”