Evara convulsed. Her orgasm hit at the exact same moment, a full-body seizure of pleasure that left her screaming silently, her mouth open in a rictus of ecstasy.
Sol held her through the aftershocks, his body trembling not from weakness, but from the sheer overload of power he had just absorbed.
Slowly, the pulsing stopped. The silence returned to the hut, broken only by their ragged breathing and the crackle of the dying fire.
Sol pulled out. A mix of his seed and her fluids dripped from her, pooling on the dirt floor.
Evara collapsed. She didn't move. She lay face down in the dirt, limbs splayed, utterly unconscious. Her skin was flushed a healthy, vibrant pink. She looked exhausted, yes, but paradoxically, she looked younger. The stress lines on her face were smoothed out. The tension in her shoulders was gone.
Sol stood up. He felt... incredible.
