<em>At her touch, the aasimar finds himself overwhelmed, shuddering at her carnal presence and the undeniable, unresistable skill of her hand, and, despite the slightness of the touch, her own sensuality and the unimaginable wonder of the situation send unimaginable pleasure through his body, and he erupts, the pure white liquid bursting forth from the tip of his manhood as the young librarian is wracked by the post powerful orgasm he's ever had in his life, unable, even, in this state to continue stroking the succubus' succulent blossom.</em><br/><br/>OOC: Unable to make the Fortitude save, so he can't act this round...