She tries to overload the device with energy

Lux doesn’t know how long the loop goes on for – seconds, minutes, hours, there is no difference. From the soles of her bare feet to her scalp, every inch of her skin tingles with over-stimulation. Multiple orgasms hit her, one after another, and each time she feels herself growing weaker.

Defeated, exhausted, she’s almost ready to give up. But the will to survive is still there. This can’t be the end, she tells herself. Or, if it is the end – she’s not going to go out with a mere whimper.

One **** thought surfaces: the outcast’s previous “test subjects” didn’t have much power to give. Maybe – just maybe – the mechanism isn’t ready for the power that dwells within a scion of the lower planes.

Lux braces herself. She focuses her will. And as her pleasure builds towards the next **** climax, she pushes with every shred of instinctive power she can muster.

This orgasm hits her like no other. She throws her head back and screams until her throat is hoarse, feeling life and magic flowing out of her, drained away; lightning surges as the machine struggles to contain the sudden output…

Yes/No (Even): Last chance! Can Lux survive this? | [4,1] Yes but...

She overloads the device, but suffers serious harm.

Lux’s eyes are squeezed tightly shut, and her lungs are on fire – a heat matched by the painful inferno of bliss that courses through her in steady waves. The machine’s vibrations are so strong that she feels like she’s about to be shaken apart. She can distantly hear the outcast’s voice, shouting, but she’s far beyond being able to make out the words. With one final defiant shout, she pushes as hard as she can, and blacks out as the room around her erupts…

Consciousness ebbs and flows. She’s aware of lying on a cool stone floor, hearing footsteps approach. She recognises Atara’s voice speaking urgently. She feels herself lifted up by strong hands, carried away…