Doxi's body felt like a live wire.  She felt like a ring of elemental energy, and through her head and shoulders she was absorbing the energy and feeding it out again through her futacock.  She could feel fat drops of pussy juice rolling down her thighs and plopping wetly and thickly to the floor.  Her futa cock throbbed with energy, each thrust a release of that power into note.  Her vision narrowed and her entire world became all about controlling the orgasmically good power that was flowing through her into Note.<br/><br/>She heard Note's cries of orgasmic bliss, then realized that Both Sinestra and her own voice had been added to that.  The two women and the futa all were sharing in the controlled power that was flowing from the crystal latticework down into Doxi.  Doxi was collecting it and sending it to Note, who was focusing it and passing it to Sinestra.  Doxi's mind noted subconciously that Note had only placed a hand on Sinestra's bare thigh, but that connection seemed to be enough.  Sinestra seemed to be the calmest, but even she was obviously feeling the power.  Her nipples were tight buds sticking more than half an inch from her pert breasts, and her sex was swollen and puffy from the desire.  But she continued to chant and pour energy into Doxi's weapon.<br/><br/>Note's pussy was sopping wet, and Doxi realized it wasn't just from her own juices either.  Doxi's futacock had been spraying slick cum into the woman as she rode the wave of one long continuous orgasm.<br/><br/>After a time, the power from the crystal latticework above began to fade, and with it, every last ounce of Doxi's energy.  She fell, shuddering and gasping to the floor of the workshop.  Her futacock sliding out of Note and softening.  Note slid down the work bench, likewise gasping and powerless.  Only Sinestra seemed to have control of her body.   Though she looked exhausted.<br/><br/>She picked up Doxi's gun and handed to the pirate captain.  It throbbed with warmpth and power as Doxi's hand wrapped around it, and it felt warm, almost as if it were alive.  The smooth hard wood of the handle pulsed with power, and Doxi could feel her own racing heartbeat in her palm as it closed around the weapon.<br/><br/>Sinestra nodded her head, "The enchantment is powerful.  That weapon is one of a kind.  Certainly a weapon like that needs a name."