The priestesses break easily; between their earlier attention, and the aphrodisiacs, even the strongest among them gives in, and eagerly rides the angel to completion, and would keep going for as long as they were able.<br/><br/>The angel, on the other hand, seemed to be cracking, slowly. Unable to speak, move, or do anything to prevent it, tears flowed from her eyes, as Finexia's honeyed words slipped into her ears. Birzlyn was studying all of it quite carefully, and whispered in Finexia's ear after the fourth one, "It's working... she's no longer holding back, and is now fertile with them."