A kiss, a moan as the vine slid with a loud<em>pop</em>from her ringpiece, and Lisra too is collapsing amidst the grotto of lovers.  Everyone was drained, covered in cum and lubrication, and even Mr. Fluffles can't get a boner, looking half-dead from exhaustion and as if she couldn't quite sit down.  Wow... what.  A.  TIME!<br/><br/>"Much?  No... not..." she managed, her level of coherence greatly reduced "Love you... love all of you... I want cuddle... all of you... come one..."<br/><br/>And then she waited, hoping that made sense as she snuggled into her lover, using a pregnant fey's breasts as lovely little pillows...<br/><br/>(Cuddle!  CUDDLE!!! :3)