The Orgasm to End all Orgasms

Lynaera came.

She came with the world-shattering, universe-tearing, reality-disintegrating bliss of a million divines roaring through her pussy. She came so hard that juices splattered from her across the ground in such profuse quantities that they should have been impossible. Her body clenched so hard that her back and hips popped, her fingers coming into real danger of amputation.

She could see herself from above as her disembodied soul gazed down in her mortal coils, temporarily freed by pleasure so pure it must have been godly.

Lights flashed around her eyes as she returned to her physical prison. She was disoriented, her brain unable to decipher how bright everything was suddenly, the sparkling of the air, the smell of ozone.

She felt free.

And, more importantly, her belly felt... Empty. Whatever had been in there growing, moving, she was suddenly aware that it was gone.

A chest sat between her legs, splattered with her own juices...