Catherine's eyes were locked on his still-hard, glistening cock. Her breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling quickly. Her hands hovered uselessly near her own dripping entrance and stiff nipples, fingers twitching with the desperate need to touch, yet the command held them frozen in place.
Isaac turned his head toward Catherine. A slow smile curved his mouth, but he said nothing. His gaze shifted back to Celia, who still lay half-limp, eyes glassy and unfocused.
"Want more, or are you tired?" he asked.
"More…" The word left her in a thin, breathy whisper.
Her legs were already twitching. The Celestial Kitsune ability had drained lifeforce from both of them during the earlier climax; Celia's body, despite her absurd stats, was clearly running on fumes. Isaac himself felt fine. His new skills had kept his reserves of life force high.
He smiled at the almost broken look on her face, then simply lay back beside her.
"If you want it, take it yourself," he said.
