Thin strands of lubricating fluids dripped down W’inetons thighs, splattering against the cabin floor between the firmly planted feet of the relentlessly pounding warrior. Winnie just pulled herself closer with her arms still around her newfound lover’s neck, biting down on Darions shoulder as she could feel the humans length combined with the little fairy bottoming out inside of her. A world of pleasure erupted when Mirri started convulse and vibrate against her most sensitive walls from within her. She could feel herself being pushed up and pulled down by gravity again, stretching her silky depths out as she was writhing of pure pleasure in the captains strong muscled arms. Being able to dictate the pace darion had complete control and Winnie could feel that was making the most of it, speeding up and slowing down, all the while looking directly into her eyes.<br/><br/>Winnie could feel his cock pushing against the little vibrating thing deep inside her as she felt her own orgasm nearing faster and harder then she had ever felt before. Her hands clenched tightly around the big broad shoulders of the man, her hips thrusting forward with his own pace, as if she violently wanted the moment to come faster upon her then it already was begging to do. Thanks to the powers of the fey, she had no regard of modesty or dominance left in her to dictate the whole thing as she would have done normally, the enhancement was beautifully intoxicating, it was almost as if she could sense every little nuance of his length, from the coarse brushing of his pubic hair against her stretched abdomen, to the pulsing veins that ridged his shaft, and the writhing long body of her friend inside of her, brushing up against her walls. Winnie found herself squeezing her muscles tightly, forming a slippery flesh grip around Darions throbbing cock. It made her cry out the most melodic sound of extacy anyone could have ever have elicited from an Aviari, loud enough to hear for anyone present on the ship. It was at that moment that the 123 year-old bird-woman peaked her earth-shattering orgasm. She felt herself twitch from utter delight as spasm after spasm ravaged her lithe blue-feathered body, leaving her mewling and clinging to the evenly sweated form of the human in her arms whilst short breaths elicited from her warm lips.<br/><br/>The woman almost felt herself go limp in the man's arms, feeling all of her energy leaving her body around her. Even her stones and her reserves were being drained to feed this immensely powerful feeling of euphoria in her body. It was then that the beginnings of the idea of how the power-drainage of Fey and alike could work, started to form in her head in a moment of clarity amidst the tangling mess of sex in the captains cabin. But just as quickly as it had dawned to her, it had left her as well. Leaving her back with a small amount of her wits, and the sudden realization that she was lying in the arms of a man she had despised just mere moments ago. Not that it just yet mattered though, the glow of her orgasm and the wonderful throbbing feeling of her sex had not just yet left her. And she had to admit, the man was a fine specimen of the human race to look at, with which she leaned over and kissed him tenderly on his lips. A strange and uncanny thing to do for a woman of her calibre.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>