Azwel gives a low chuckle. "And have you run away with the design specs? Why that would..." A beat as he comes to a realisation. "...start a fledgeling orgone-based economy, actually. Never mind, I think I like that idea." Competition breeds innovation, after all. And it isn't as though he'll starve if the income from those orbs dries up. Always provided Felih even does that. Speculate later, Azwel. For now, you need to get up off of him.
Slowly he pushes himself up onto his elbows, then onto his hands and knees. He shivers a little when the cold air hits his still-wet cock as he eases it out of Felih. Goodness, he's more than a bit tired, he notices as he slides off the table. In fact, his legs are so shaky that his knees almost buckle. He leans on the table for a moment until he can trust his own legs, then goes about unfastening the restraints.
Once he's done that, he makes his way round to the the orb's housing and carefully plucks it out. It's almost overloaded, hot to the touch and glowing with a painfully bright light. He places it on a workbench and drapes a thick cloth over it.
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Date: 2019-06-10 05:17 am (UTC)Slowly he pushes himself up onto his elbows, then onto his hands and knees. He shivers a little when the cold air hits his still-wet cock as he eases it out of Felih. Goodness, he's more than a bit tired, he notices as he slides off the table. In fact, his legs are so shaky that his knees almost buckle. He leans on the table for a moment until he can trust his own legs, then goes about unfastening the restraints.
Once he's done that, he makes his way round to the the orb's housing and carefully plucks it out. It's almost overloaded, hot to the touch and glowing with a painfully bright light. He places it on a workbench and drapes a thick cloth over it.
"Ah, that's better," he says softly.