Isalisk could not help but find herself becoming more and more lost in the strange waves of pleasure she was experiencing. It was maddening, and she felt herself mentally fall to her knees to cover her own face in her hands, hoping to block out the rush of warm darkness that was surrounding her that she may be blind in her own. This would not be able to occur, for she now felt his full force hitting against the boundaries of herself, feeling her muscles twitch with sensitivity as she buckled under his body.<br/><br/>Her moans were more and more prominent, though not without the gaze of desperation she held on her face. Her walls were aching and her will was fading, as if her mind itself was being pressed down along with her body, and ravaged apart by a lustful force. As his tongue was brought against her neck she felt her head flex back at the sensation, her eyes closing as her hands tightened into fists. His lips were then brought on her own once more, her mouth weak for entrance as her weighted breaths grew more and more rapid by the moment. Energy was building inside of her from the rubbing sensation, the wet and hard movement making her legs tremble as it continued more quickly and deeply with every passing moment.<br/><br/>It was only then that she suddenly felt some threshold being met, and her eyes shot open in her last moments of shock - As if to preserve some sort of dignity she had as her pleading voice rang forward through his kiss, heated and debilitated from her heavy gasps of air. "Please, don't--" The muffled voice would start, but it was replaced near the end with a last staggered breath as her body lost itself completely into madness.<br/><br/>A wave of uncontrollable pleasure shot through her entire being, causing her to arch back and into his body as a loud and desperate, moan-like cry against his lips. Her body thrashed in the waves of the climax, her moans continuing as her hips pressed against his own and everything inside and outside of her tightened once more to an ultimate degree. Her own fluids would leak out from below her as she writhed, her breasts firmly against his chest from the intensity of her back arching upwards. It was an overwhelming feeling of emotion, sensation and shame that was Isalisk, that it seemed she so easily became lost in the violation of her body, but these thoughts could not be held long in the chaos that was her current state.