He had trouble speaking. It was thrilling. Navia grinned to herself over the way Théadan stumbled over his names for her before telling her to wait. She didn’t even need to tell him no, or to see why he wanted her to wait. Her fingers massaging his sac between his own fingers could sense he was about to release again and sure enough, he was groaning and filling her with his seed all over again. It did not seem to be as powerful, nor as long, but his reaction was pleasurable all the same. Then came the word Navia had knowingly been trying to pull from Théadan and she probably would have chuckled over her victory if it wasn't so perfect to hear his lust-filled, thickly said word filling the air around them. The satisfaction of finally getting her way was immense, but even more so after all the work Théadan had made her do before giving in.<br/><br/>“Finally,” she whispered her triumph, chuckling quietly while their hands worked together to guide him through his orgasm, “I love the sound of your voice when you’re like this.” Her lips brushed along his ear again before wandering to his face so she could press gentle kisses along his temple while his body succumbed to her efforts. It was not often either of them cursed, she supposed it was likely due to their upbringings, but it was so satisfying to hear him say it after all the efforts she’d put in. There was also an element of excitement that came with knowing Théadan was so caught up in his pleasure that he would use such a word. Navia could only remember one other time that either of them had cursed in the heat of the moment, and it had been due to feigned concern over a certain cloak. It was also infinitely exciting to know she'd been able to pull two climaxes from him in such a short amount of time when he often needed a little time to recover. It was definitely not how she'd thought their time chasing each other through the crates would end, but Navia was more than happy it was.<br/><br/>Even though Théadan was collapsing against the crates, chest heaving against hers and tight hold on her loosening from his exhaustion, Navia was not yet ready to follow. After leading his hand out of his pants, her own went to push his hair back from his face while her hips pushed a little harder, causing the tip of his length to jut against her cervix and sending her trembling. Lips trailing down to his jaw, Navia released a couple soft moans before the pressure finally boiled over and her second orgasm took hold. Her body tightened around his, her hands gripping as her inner walls convulsed around his spent length. While definitely sweet and satisfying, it was not as earth shattering as the last had been. It was still exhausting however, and Navia could barely keep thrusting her body onto Théadan’s to draw out her climax.<br/><br/>Then she could do no more. She had been tired and a bit sore after the desperate way they’d made love only minutes before; not having any sort of break before she was driving them up toward another climax exhausted her. Navia crumpled against her just as weakened lover with a low groan, her hands limply falling to rest atop her thighs as her face went from pressing against his to dropping to rest on his shoulder. Her breath came in thick gasps for air, her body trembled against his own, and the only thing keeping her upright was leaning against him. Everything felt heavy, her legs, her arms, even her head on his shoulder. Eyelids heavy and body sore from the harshness of her efforts, she struggled to keep awake. “Bed…” Navia finally groaned after a few moments of merely being able to slow her heart rate and nothing else, “I want….I want to go to bed…” She was too worn out, too overexerted, for anything else. She probably needed a couple minutes before she could even consider standing, let alone stumbling back to their cabin.