[SE] what else can we do

Varus isn't the only one chasing the edge of an orgasm; Isla's fingers are still tending to herself as she grinds against him, each deep thrust of his cock drawing a breathless moan from her lips. It's through half lidded eyes that she gazes down at him, feeling the soft press of his lips turn into the shivering pinprick of fangs, and then-- and then-- Ecstasy crackles along the length of Isla's spine as his hips rise and he surges into her, the medic's fingers flinching in Varus's hair, as if to keep his teeth pressed against her for as long as possible. She thinks she cries out his name, or perhaps it's just a curse that rings against the walls, but either way, her climax crashes through her with an intensity that feels endless, that makes her mouth water and her body want to freeze and writhe at the same time. And gods, it doesn't feel like it ends, Isla caught in a tide of pleasure that almost feels painful, if she could still feel that. ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die