His suggestion surprised her, even if it shouldn't have.  She had expected her words to drive him wild, but then again, he was so very different from the other men she had been with.  It started out slowly, her hips undulating over him and riding him in a way that meant clear pleasure for both them.  Her back arched and she moaned and twisted as he tended to her breasts.  From there, she continued to build and grow her rhythm until it hit a fever pitch, and she found herself orgasming on top of him, crying out his name in shattered shouts.  Alice probably should have considered that the crew might be nearby, but she barely even thought of them.  It probably didn't matter if they heard her anyway, she sort of assumed the kind of arrangement she and Emlyn had started to come to was not all that uncommon.  As she came, she felt the power within her attempt to push against the bounds of her body, but with the help of the bracelet on her wrist, she was able to contain it.<br/><br/>She rode out her orgasm, and normally she would have had the energy to continue for quite sometime, but the pure pleasure she felt combined with the effort she put forth to contain the power inside of her, left her somewhat more drained.  Still, she continued on.  She worked her hips over his, rising and falling again and again, until she pulled a second orgasm from her body, with much the same effect.  As her pleasure rose, the power blossomed with it, begging to hit the surface.  Again she contained it, and shortly thereafter, she collapsed against Emlyn's chest.  Her lips met his with languid effort, craving the taste of him.  She realized then the impact of what she had said earlier.  Emlyn had not talked about just taking her this time, but insinuated a continued affair.  The thought both excited and slightly scared her.  He was still a veritable stranger, but one that had taken her in and one she felt a strong attraction to.<br/><br/>Her breath mingled with his as she spoke.  "You said something about continuing until I can't take anymore?  Yes?"  A sly smile bloomed upon her lips.  She would likely be unable to move tomorrow, but something told her that the experience she was about to endure would be well worth what she suffered in recovery.  Emlyn was electric and he had been gentle with her so far, but she knew there was some kind of fire behind his eyes.  Or perhaps it was shadows?  It was hard to tell with this clockwork man.  He was nothing like the flesh and blood companions she had experienced in the past.