He manages to keep his promise

Yes/No (Even): Does Olan keep his promise? | [5,3] Yes

Lux hears her voice rise in pitch as the pleasure inside her surges. Flickers of uncertainty about why she is allowing this, encouraging this, are drowned out. She throws her head back, crying out in wild abandon as the sensation overflows within her. Olan is lying back now, and when she looks back down, she can see the effort on his face. Only the realisation that he, too, is reaching his limit – that his movements have become increasingly urgent – brings a tiny flicker of concern to her pleasure-flooded mind. But she can’t bring herself to stop the rhythm just yet…

She places her hands on his chest, looking into his eyes, pleading wordlessly with him to keep going. Already she feels so close to another climax, that it’s tempting to forget the danger. Surely she can trust him to remember – to keep his promise. In the throes of the moment, a part of her even wonders – is it really that big of a risk? Maybe it would be all right, just once…

His face flushed with effort, he grits his teeth. She feels him shudder and knows the moment is here…

Then, all of a sudden, she feels him pulling up, urgently, under her arms, lifting her, pushing her upwards. Her pussy feels suddenly, disappointingly empty. Olan lets out a deep, satisfied groan of relief, letting his head fall back, and Lux feels the heat of his load shoot across her belly, onto the underside of her tits. The sensation sends another electric aftershock of pleasure through her – the relief of her one final anxiety washing away. She sinks down, hugging herself to him, until her strength fails her and she rolls off to lie alongside him on the unfurled cloak.

Rational thought keeps trying to creep back in. She keeps ignoring it for now. For now, she puts an arm over Olan’s chest to feel the pounding of his heart, and the rise and fall of his breathing.