[Her thighs are tightly tensed and it's a good thing his hand is there because all this sweet feeling is threatening to have her knees go weak. She sends a fleeting glance to his forearm because she'd really like to grab it tight, but her eyes are quick to flick back up to his, low lidded before closing. Chin tilted back, those gasps and little moans grow more intense with the feeling, muscles seizing.
Magic induced orgasm, on the same tier as that one really good one she had a few summers ago. And that took forty minutes to work up to.]