Neria Zathrieal<br/>Time; Afternoon, Day 1<br/>Location; Observatory<br/>Tagged; Aramis Leiath<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Having gone mad with primal lusts and pleasures due to the shared input his blindly thrusted and pounds her hard unable to help it now as his mind vanished into pure lust. His body's muscles flexed and his hips drive into her as hard as he could. The tip of his cock rubbing along her back walls penetrating her deeply with every nerve of her body on fire as was his own. He could see her eyes and they had rolled up with her screams of absolute lust piercing his ears. Her tongue was hanging out with a deranged smile. He had done what he had said he would do and with each passing moment of orgasm rocketing through her his body grew a touch numb from the sensation overload. Every time he came inside her he overflowed and easily caused a pool of his seed to form at the stone floor below them. Eventually it proved too much as Neria had passed out. Aramis fell backwards breathing heavily barely able to remain conscious from what had happened and he made a mental note to put up a spell to dull his physical sensations the next time he does that just in case.<br/><br/>Fun as it was it was too much if both were like that. The lack of control made it impossible to keep himself in check and that could have ended badly as a result. Still he pulled his manhood out of Neria and then slowly got up still on shaky legs. He had to clean himself, the room and Neria up and he would have to use magic in order to do it. It took tremendous concentration as his body was still racked with incredible sensations. However he eventually managed it after a few failed attempts with his cantrips. The smell of sex was gone from them and the room as well as the traces of it. Aramis couldn't possibly carry Neria either and thus he used magic to create the floating disc to lift her up and carry her body towards the bed. She'd have to go room hunting later but for now Aramis needed to rest and he would drink a azure purple potion from one of the shelves before giving a sigh.<br/><br/>In his vices and in his line of work he had to always be ready for marathons within the waking world and a potion like the one he drank helps since it gave him the refreshment of eight hours of sleep. Useful when you have to work on enchanting something without slumber. He figured to let Neria sleep and would busy himself with a touch of cleanup and to perhaps use Clarivoyance to have a look for a suitable place for Neria to use as her private quarters. After all he did promise her that. He'd write down a few candidates on pen and paper and lays it beside her along with a note thanking her of course to the wonderful time and that next time they should be a touch more careful.