Lisle remembered.  She remembered being held by her lover the day before his fateful run, after a passionate session of making love.  It was the only thing she could compare this to, but the differences were glaring.  There had been an easing after the explosion that time, as if both of them had melted in the aftermath.  Gerlinde didn't melt.  She had felt as though they had consummated a bond back then - here, the only bond would be that of servitude.  Back then, her life had just been beginning, and now...<br/><br/>Now, her arms were drawn up to her chest, the two useless paws partly folded over each other.  Now, she looked into eyes like twin glaciers that gave the lie to the smile beneath them.  Now, a fingerlength of sensitive flesh was keeping her from fully descending from that level of arousal.<br/><br/>"I'm - alright, Gerlinde," she replied quietly.  "Just - a little overwhelmed."  It was the safest way to explain it, even as mingled seed and cream seeped into the barest of spaces where Lisle ended and Gerlinde began.