You don't quite make it but get saved

It's a race at the end. The sucking pain is dropping, but so is your partner. She hasn't moved her mouth in a while, and you're pretty sure she hasn't really enjoyed the last couple orgasms judging by your mana gain. You might make it!

Suddenly you're getting nothing. She's passed out laying on you and slowly falls over since she was leaning on one arm. The pain is... not incapacitating!

Fuck. You're still going to die because you jerked off too much and have no way to get that last bit.

"Eddie? Julie? What. The. Fuck."

"It's not what it looks like!"

"It looks and smells like she's passed out from too much fun, your face is really gross, and you're laying in a pool of really scary looking blood."

"OK, so it's some of what it looks like."

"Seriously? Did she **** you or the other way around? And since when are you a god in bed? And you look like you're about to die of blood loss."

"No one got ****. Something freaky happened that you wouldn't believe at all, and this was her trying to fix it. We almost made it too."

"How does like 50 orgasms fix anything?"

"You won't believe me if I tell you. Also, it didn't even work. I'm apparently one short."

"Dude. Stop saying I won't believe you. That's Julie. Julie fucked herself senseless on you. Given what I know of her interests, there is nothing that's less believable than that. Go ahead and tell me the fucking story because I guarantee it's more believable."

"I'm some sort of wizard who gets mana from sex and did something stupid that almost killed me. I proved it to her and she did this to save me."

"Dude, I've been listening upstairs for at least 20 minutes. That was not to save you."

"Side effect from the dying meant I was magic'd into an oral sex god."

She laughed her ass off at that. "That's hilarious and explains the orgasms, but how'd you get her naked in the first place?"

"I used the side effect to find her secret erogenous zones. We worked our way up to this."

This is so much easier to explain when I'm not dying... of pain. I guess I'm still dying.

"Secret erogenous zones, eh? Got none of those. You'll have to go with my tits and pussy."

"I'm sure I ... wait, what?"

"Dude, I've slept with guys because they were great at guitar. You claim it's to save your life. And you proved it to a girl who once said, and I quote, the best way to describe my type is the exact opposite of Eddie, in every single way."

Ow? No hard feelings, I guess.

You notice her starting to strip as she replies to your facial expression. "Dude, I'm pretty sure her type changed around orgasm number 10 and kept changing after that. I didn't even know she was multi-orgasmic and we talk about that shit."

"Um... are you not?"

"Not at all. Is that a problem loverboy?"

I think I'm close? It's really hard to tell at this point, which is a huge good sign.

"Let's work our way there slowly, just in case."