Not missing a moment, the the barbarian's body strains, drives, and yields in synch with the waves that wash through the lovely woman with whom she is entangled in a lovers' knot.  Xen's climax comes but a few second after, as she squeezes Aeryn's leg between her thighs-- her riding rhythm, much like one on a horse, gives way to a few clenching spurts of blissful agony as her whole long-muscled body tenses, spasming and clenched in a crashing wave.  Though her mouth is open and silent, and her rapid breathing sounds become audible and girlish, she suddenly stiffens and cannot move.  A moment later a cry breaks from her throat, more tender and vulnerable than any sound she ever made of a battle wound, before she shivers, closing her eyes, and suddenly relaxes.<br/><br/>Aeryn can smell something like citrus and musk, and her thigh is damp with effort's sweat and lovemaking's leavings.  The elf stares down at the pale-skinned beauty, catching her breath audibly, and squeezes her thighs together again, giving herself an 'aftershock' of pleasure that causes her to sniffle and gasp, before she collapses alongside her new lover.  Panting breaths spill over Aeryn's cheeks as Xen kisses the dampness around her eyes, wiping tears with her lips as if to comfort or savor... perhaps both.