As she orgasms, he struggles to fight off his own.  For a minute he wonders if he has actually died from that gunshot wound and now he’s in heaven, with his angel of paradise.  “Oh god!” he cracks, his hips shaking violently as a surge erupts from his body.  The two bodies strain with all the emotions and senses flying about.  The orgasms do not slow them down; rather the situation intensifies quite passionately.  Busy licking her face, his eyes widen as the couch snaps, actually breaking.  He snickers before returning to taste all of her face.  Feeling like he might overheat, his breathing deepens, matching the pistoning of their intercourse.  Surprising even himself, he ejaculates again, soon after the first.  The sexual vitality of gargoyles is often quite a surprise to gargoyles, much more to a human.  After this second climax, he looks down at Risa, attempting to slow down his heart a bit.  Smiling back at him, he admires her cute face and astonishing chest.  If he has died, then he welcomes death…