Bearing down on Jaku, Kellus's pace continues to increase as she continues to receive more and more memories of both catching and consuming meals of all types.  As Jaku clenches tighter and tighter on her shaft, it only encourages Kellus to drive their hips together even harder than before.  Her upper hands roam across Jaku's back and shoulders while the lower pair alternates between kneading her breasts and pulling them together.  What little control she has is being continually eroded by Jaku's constant stream of stimulation, both physical and mental, and her lower half is showing that loss of control by undulating over and around Jaku's in increasingly noticeable ways.<br/><br/>Jaku's climax proves to be more than Kellus can take, and it pushes her into an equally powerful orgasm, bucking hard against Jaku before she slams their hips together.  Driving her shaft as deep into Jaku's depths as she can, Kellus begins to steadily  fill her with her seed as her own tunnel clenches and flexes in orgasm.  Effectively milking Kellus of every drop of seed she has, she slumps down against Jaku, her mind still recovering from the force of the orgasm.  Her more instinctual side, however, is still going strong, and Jaku's prompting gives it all the excuse it needs.<br/><br/>A powerful gulp ripples down her throat as she pulls in close to a foot of Jaku's body in a single long slide.  Another comes not long thereafter, which forces Kellus' shaft up and out of Jaku as the lips of her tailmaw move further up across Jaku's chest and back.  Coming to her senses just in time, Kellus leans forward and plants one final, tender kiss on Jaku's forehead as it begins to sink out of sight.  "We'll need to do this again, once I'm back in the world."  As her jaws finally snap shut around Jaku, Kellus lightly traces the outline of her upper body as it slowly but steadily moves downward through the trunk of her body before it joins the now-streamlined bulge the rest of her long form makes in Kellus' stomach.  Feeling the walls close in around her, she curls up around herself, surrendering to the dual fatigue of her post-climax bliss and the heavy satisfaction of a very filling meal.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Reaching the edge of the storm itself, Azlant rounds back before ranging out to either side of the ship, clearing the last bits of the problematic weather.  Slowly circling down from the clouds above, he lands somewhat heavily on the roof of the bridge.<span style="font-style: italic">"That's about the limit of what I'll realistically be able to do; the rest of the clouds won't pose a ship like this trouble.  I'll be up here if you need me."</span>Yawning heavily, he quickly curls up into a pile of coiled scales and feathers.  Whether he's actually asleep or just resting is anyone's guess, but breaking the cloud cover obviously took more of a toll on him than he may be willing to admit.