Oh, that tight squeezing pulls yet more out of him, his cock pulsing and shooting again, mind tumbling into another climax... has he taken on more than he can handle? He shivers violently, his hand slipping away from Felih's cock, no matter how much he doesn't want to release it. But he's going weak, his eyesight whiting out for a moment.

Azwel pants loudly, his head dropping into the corner of Felih's neck, and his movements slow, his strength ebbing. He lies on top of Felih, catching his breath. Ah, god, but he still feels so good under him, and he kisses Felih's neck and lips, shivering, soft moans in his throat. Somehow this helps him to somewhat calm the desire that still quivers within him.

He looks up at the slowing array and the brightly glowing orb beneath it. Chuckling quietly he kisses Felih's lips one more time. "Mmmmmm, I think we've proven you can provide rather a lot of energy." Another kiss. "I really should change out that orb. Any more and it'll explode."