Lying completely on her back with Jaku steadily grinding against her, Kellus is just cognizant enough to register what Jaku is saying through the rather significant distraction of their entwined forms.  "Shapeshifting isn't precisely the right word for it.  Watercrafting allows me to change my appearance and shape to something familiar to me; its why I don't look like I'm several hundred years old.  You can normally only alter your appearance to something either close to what it already is, or something that you've experienced before.  Now that I've experienced both genders, with time and some practice I should be able to change that as well."<br/><br/>Looking down as Jaku draws her attention lower, Kellus can feel another buildup of the same energy that Jaku's been using to change her shape.  However, that realization is quickly superseded by Jaku's sudden change in pace, allowing her to feel Jaku's shaft slowly and steadily delve back inside her, along with every flex of her muscles that accompany it. As their hips meet and slide together again, Kellus suddenly realizes that she's feeling Jaku's hands on her own...as well as on her shoulders?  She doesn't make the connection until Jaku brings her lower arms back into sight, as that also brings Kellus' new arms into view as well.  Drawing them up before her somewhat tentatively, Kellus looks at them with a thoughtful expression on her face.  "Hmm.  This is going to take some getting used to."  As Jaku leans in, Kellus' arms wrap themselves around and through Jaku's, pulling her int another tight embrace, showing her appreciation for Jaku's ministrations non-vocally.<br/><br/>Most rational thought is driven from her mind when Jaku suddenly resumes their earlier activity, this time with an almost frantic pace.  Bucking back up and meeting Jaku thrust for thrust, Kellus feels her body pulsing and contracting around Jaku's with increasing frequency as the tempo of her thrusts goes up and up.  At the same time, Kellus can feel something welling up from inside her, building upon itself until it is pulsing in time with her rapid heartbeat.<br/><br/>As Jaku slams herself into Kellus one final time and cries out, she can feel the trunk of her body flexing and twising inside of her.  Reaching the peak of climax just after, the sensation that had been previously held in check floods out of her, tracing the outline of where the tattoos had been on his previous body in a luminous light.  Her entire body convulsing and squeezing around Jaku, the movements of Kellus' vagina almost seem to milk Jaku of every drop of seed it can.<br/><br/>Her whole body shuddering as it comes down from the explosive climax, Kellus just wraps her arms around Jaku, holding her close.  "Heh.  Do you really need to ask?"  As her eyes open, the irises of her eyes are still illuminated by the same golden light that had just shone from her body.  "Before I lose hold of it though...you've given me so much.  I think it's about time that I return the favor."  All four of her arms begin to trace across Jaku's upper body, leaving faint tracings of light as they go.  All the while, her eyes continue to radiate the same almost-hypnotic light.  Finishing the design, a palpable pulse of energy passes from Kellus to Jaku, causing her to briefly glow as Kellus had before it fades a second later.  "The ability to mesh another being's spirit and soul with your own, for a variety of purposes.  Among other things, it's what has kept me alive for so long.  It's a potent power, but one that I trust you to have."<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>With one final look around him, Azlant dives down toward the Valdore, putting as much distance between him and the now-manifested furies as he can; it's not safe for him to stay in the clouds any longer.  Landing further back on the ship as it suddenly starts to pick up speed, he's just reached the forward section as the cargo ship plows into the side of the Nemesis.  Armored to protect against guns and explosives, the side of the carrier offers little resistance to the massive object shearing through it at high speed.<br/><br/>Watching as the two halves of the ship quickly begin to sink beneath the waves, a process no doubt accelerated by the furies that are now swarming the debris, Azlant turns to Arkain when he mentions the storm and how to calm it down.  "Your idea could work, but it all depends on whether or not the feral furies can be calmed down.  Both water and air furies are notoriously fickle; Kellus probably could, but only by dint of sheer experience.  If that can't be done, this storm is going to continue on for some time."  Moving over to the railing, he indicates a group of life-jacketed survivors.  One by one, their bobbing forms are suddenly pulled under the water by several furies circling below them.  "As for the survivors, there's little we can do for them.  With the Nemesis gone, this ship is now the biggest thing in the water, and they're the only thing keeping the furies from focusing on us.  While it may sound callous, we have to use the time they're giving us to get out of the storm while we still can."