Leaning into Jaku as she does the same, the feeling of having yet another part of her inside him is something that Kellus is doing his best to prolong.  However, as their hips come together, it's clear that Jaku's relentless stream of 'new experiences' is starting to take its toll on Kellus, as not only is his new slit flexing eagerly around Jaku, but his tailmaw and throat are pulsing around her as well, treating her to a constant massage.  As Jaku begins to work her hands across his chest, he's experienced it enough times now to tell she's changing something else about his form, and given her comment he has a feeling that he knows what.  At this point, though, he's just curious to see what she has in mind, and thoroughly occupies himself with matching her pace and slowly grinding their hips together whenever they meet.<br/><br/>Looking down as he feels the change building, Kellus can both see and feel the flesh of his chest being molded like clay before it balloons out under her touch.  Soon enough, he is sporting a pair of breasts nearly as large as hers.  Before he can react, Jaku's hands slowly move down his torso, reshaping his entire form into one very similar to the one he's currently embracing.  "You don't settle for halves, do yo-ahhn!"  Halfway through the sentence, he feels her nuzzle his neck for a moment before his voice softens and lifts.  What next emerges is a long, drawn out moan of pleasure as Jaku hilts herself within Kellus, slamming their hips together and causing a shiver of ecstasy to roll through both of them.<br/><br/>As she lays back against the wall of muscle surrounding them and fully allows herself to be ridden, Kellus' speech is repeatedly broken by pants, moans, and other obvious signs of pleasure.  "You've done more -mmmnph- than you know here.  My -aaahn-, my watercrafting can let me change my shape and appearance, but only to something that I have physically been before.  Now, though...now I -haah- can change between these shapes as I or<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>desire."  Rocking with the force of Jaku's thrusts, one of Kellus' hands gently cups one of Jaku's breasts, rolling and kneading it in time with their efforts.  Her other hand slides down her side before sliding between her bellyscales just below Jaku's shaft.  Already slick with their combined juices, it slips into Jaku's slit easily as Kellus begins to push and stroke back, her own shaft sandwiching between them every time they come together.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>With the battle quickly intensifying, Azlant looks down at the deck of the Valdore in concern.  Specifically, at Arkain.  As the storm continues to grow in ferocity, he can't help but worry that Arkain is starting to lose control over some of the energy that he's using.  Although the tactics that he's using will certainly be effective, especially against ships as large as the carrier, the freighter will also be subjected to the same if it doesn't leave the storm, and quickly.  There's also the issue of what creating a storm like this will do to places like the otter's town and others on the coast.<br/><br/>As Arkain lets out another pulse of energy, driving the storm on to greater heights, there's a corresponding wave released from both above and below.  The feral furies, now whipped into a frenzy by Arkain's efforts, are beginning to show themselves openly.  Ghostly forms of all shapes are circling through the clouds, and there are an equal number of nebulous shapes circling below the ships.  It's fortunate that Antian got his men out of the water as fast as he did, because if someone goes in the water now, it's likely they won't be coming back out again.<br/><br/>Whether or not either Chroma or Aquia can hear Arkain between the storm and the gunfire is debatable, but it's quickly a moot point.  Several of the feral water furies, upon finding the errant torpedo, begin pulling it back and forth between them.  Now following a erratic zig-zag, it's clear that it's not coming back anytime soon.  As the carrier's guns attempt to target the furies, their forms are blown apart but reform just as quickly, as the guns are literally trying to shoot the wind.  However, it's rather obvious that they aren't descending past a certain height; whether it's the water or something else, they seem reluctant to venture too far from the clouds.