Azwel gasps as Felih squeezes hard around him, then gives a breathy cry--it feels too good.... He moves faster, now, completely incoherent, small choked sounds in his throat. He should be terrified at how his mind is spiralling out of control, how this surely can only end in a precipitate tumble into madness, but he's exhilarated. He wants this madness. He needs it and it lurks right there, swirling temptingly in the climax that barrels toward him... or maybe he's speeding toward it.

Closer... closer.... When it hits him, shattering his conscious mind into countless pieces, he gives a strangled scream, bucking and convulsing, his teeth scraping against Felih's shoulder and leaving red marks but not quite breaking the skin.

It's going to take him a few moments to come down from this high, as he slows to a stop for now, panting for breath.

The machinery rattles to a stop, but he's too blissed out to notice.