Yeah sure, why not?

A sudden surge of energy rushes through you, catching you off guard. Familiar muscular pulses come from your groin and there's unfamiliar tapping on your thighs. You look down and see that you've taken hold of Anna's head and are holding it firmly against your crotch while she's trying to get you to let go. White liquid is spurting out from between her lips and her entire body is shivering. You let out a melancholy sigh as your balls pump cum down her throat mechanically. When you're done, you tell a sputtering and coughing Anna that you'll see her around and leave.

The rest of the week is spent getting your home ready for your first guest, with most of your efforts being focused on the guest room and living room. But in your state, it's a breeze. Not so much for Selas though. It takes every whit of her abilities and willpower to not jump the supercharged battery that you are for herself. You have, on several occasions, woken up in the middle of the night, to see her hovering near your erection, with a crazed and starved look on her face. Her long, serpentine tongue circles the air around it, probing and flicking about, like there's an invisible barrier blocking her access to it. All it takes is a loud cough from you and she vanishes into thin air.

On the eve of your guest's arrival, she has what can only be called a bad case of withdrawal. Throughout the evening, she trembles and shivers in a corner somewhere, her body morphing into different textures and states of matter. And despite what she's done to you, you can't help but feel a little sorry for her. Timing it for when she's solid, you grab onto her breasts from behind and knead them, pushing some power through your fingers.

Selas gasps and moans in immediate relief. She turns her head over her shoulder, panting heavily. You kiss her and her tongue snakes it's way past yours, filling your mouth completely. You feel your power start to seep away, so you push her back. "Selas, stop!" you bark, holding her at arm's length. "If you do that, I won't have enough for tomorrow." She licks her lips thoroughly, gathering the little drips of your essence that she can. That crazed look fades for a moment as she absorbs you before returning.

"Man... taste... of Man..." she breathes, her eyes rolling back, "More... give me more..." You swallow nervously and squeeze even harder with your fingers. She squeals sensually and her hand finds itself on your cock. "There it is. There it is. Ooh... let me suck it. Just let me suck it a little bit," she hisses, already fumbling with your zipper. "I just need one drop. Just one, just one, justone..."