He felt almost, but not quite painfully, sensitive do to his all too recent ejaculation within the Queen; that sensitivity, brought on by such strong stimulation, also meant that he would not last quite as long this time as he had last time. For now, though, he remains long and strong, ready and able to be rode for her sustenance and pleasure.<br/><br/>He filled his stomach up on the sweet milk that flowed from her breasts, occasionally switching between the two nipples; but eventually, he grows full, light-headed, and giddy, even perhaps a little drunk off of the strong feelings it caused. It makes him stop, and actually draws out a very goofy grin from the Fae, whose unique physiology made him slightly more resistant to some of the effects her milk typically had; what else should be expected from those known for being incorrigible tricksters?<br/><br/>Minutes pass, but eventually, it comes on; his testicles, filling up far quicker than they really ought to, thanks in part to the magical milk, empty themselves once more, shooting straight into the Queen's snug, velvety tunnel.  Yet, unlike last time, he remains rock hard and solid within her; no wilting occurs this time around.<br/><br/>As he climaxed again, he sort of flailed a bit beneath her, even as she held him in place;  so much pleasure, mixed in with the not altogether unwelcome pain of over-stimulation, drove him nonetheless to make some futile, perhaps even token, effort to resist; even as part of him said he should just surrender himself fully to her needs, should stay by her side and take care of her, for as long as he should live.