<strong>Neria Zathrieal<br/>Time; Afternoon, Day 1<br/>Location; Observatory<br/>Tagged; Aramis Leiath</strong><br/><br/>He was right, she had never felt anything like him before in her body.  She had helped and/or serviced almost every race imaginable during her short, for elven kind, span as a temple priestess, as well as every class they chose to follow.  Aramis however was very unique, and if she hadn't been addicted before, she was then as the feelers along his shaft did things to her inner core she hadn't known could be done.  The feedback from them sharing their sensations was intense enough, but then he had to go and electrically stimulate her body, and she lost all reason, all sense of self until it was over.  All that mattered was the pleasure as she bucked and writhed, unable to decide if she wanted to simply scream to the heavens her never ending sexual ecstasy or to simply moan like a whore.  Either way, under such a maddening assault on her very soul it felt like to her, Neria Zathrieal did all she could just to stay conscious as the waves of climaxes began, or was it one prolonged affair?  It didn't matter as her world exploded, shattering her core just so it could reform, only to do it again as orgasm after orgasm rocketed through her body.  She fell limp in Aramis's arms, the pillow that had been behind her head falling to the floor as even in her unconscious state her body quivered, covered in sweat and fulfilled desire.  She had never had anything like him before, but when she woke up again three hours later an hour before the attack by Eidolon would begin, Neria would feel pleasantly numb from head to foot, and while it would have worried her slightly any other day, she didn't mind the feeling this time.