Through the sensational haze of the euphoria of thier joining, Jean could barely hear Calista's words.  It was fantastic.  Jean wasnt a stranger in the ways of women.  He had had dozens of women in his short, bright life so far on this Earth.  This time was different.  He could feel it from the beginning.<br/><br/>"<em>Oh... yes.  Calis.. ta.  So.  Beauti... ful.</em>"  Tears fell from his eyes as the depts of the glorious feelings arising from within him.  "<em>I cant... so... beautiful.</em>"  The same words comming up over and over as there were no others to describe what he was feeling.  Then, the oddest thing.  A glow began to arise around them.  Motes of glowing amber beginning to arise and swirl around them like embers on the breeze.<em>"I... cant... so... so beautiful.  Ahhhhhhhhh."</em>He cried out over and over and loudly in the unearthly ecstacy he was experiencing... until it seemed to almost begin to burn him.<br/><br/>The ships navigations began going haywire as if from Jean's vocalizations.  The engines cut off as a short sparked in three or four places almsot at the same time, frying the yachts expensive wiring.  A colossal star-like pattern of the glowing ember energy surged out from underneath the rather large and expensive boat, radiating out for hundreds of miles in every direction.  It was right then... in the cusp of such universal, highly organizing and life giving energy which Jean, though a decendent of demi-immortals of long ago, it had been too long ago in his lineage to offer him much protection from the overwelming majesty of the Ichor... that his mere mortal clay form exploded like a bag of blood.  This actually lifting up poor Calista before settling her back down onto the captain's chair.<br/><br/>The Ichor had reenvigorated the young immortal.  Her dominion and physical condition peaked... her mind and emotions quieted... endorphins no mortal could bear released through her mind.  The waves of Ichor burned off all impurities from Calista's body.  Though she sat in the middle of a giant, crimsome inkblot where Jean had once been, every inch of her own skin and hair and everywhere she touched right then were purified completely of the gore.  The effects of the union finally passed in waves leaving Calista by herself again for first time in a long while.<br/><br/>