Lon paused in his attentions at her breast as Joli's orgasm overtook her, and he couldn't help but watch, wide-eyed, as she thrashed wildly, possessed by the intensity of sensation coursing through her, the keening wail as consciousness is displaced by passion, a gorgeous and awe-inspiring display of the power of life itself. He felt his own response in sympathy as she rippled over him in an intoxicating pattern of contractions that pulled at him, urging him on towards his own release, and he held her as she descended, floating slowly back towards Earth, even as he tried to hold off himself. Finally, teetering at the edge of a bottomless precipice, he could take no more, and withdrew from her.<br/><br/>Joli pulled at him, and for a moment he wondered if he had chosen wrongly, if she wanted him back inside, before he realized she was pulling him up, over her, offering an alternative, and he sighed gratefully, and quickly moved up along her body. His cock pulsed in time with the pounding of his heart, sending thin trails of slick arousal sliding along his length, dripping down to the magnificent body below. That same substance acted as a lubricant as he slid in between Joli's breasts, and the soft smooth flesh caressing him was too much at once; a low growling groan erupted from him as torrent was unleashed, a series of strong jets that left his body convulsing, hips jerking in time as his own consciousness soared away on a rocket of overwhelming pleasure.<br/><br/>The flood dwindled, and he slowly returned to himself, still twitching slightly as overloaded nerves attempted to re-engage operation, and he looked down. His cock jumped, as if tipping its hat, and was still hard, ready, and waiting, but he knew it'd be to sensitive for anything serious for at least a few moments. He swayed slightly, struggled to catch breath that had fled during his absence, and absentmindedly reached down to wipe away a thick line that crossed Laurin's cheek, from where she'd ended up in the line of fire.