Fingers slid over skin, hers and his, and he took in the soft texture of her, wondering if she'd really been like that in life or if it was the doing of changed perceptions. Did the lifestream make her more appealing to his senses as they were now? Did it matter?
He almost wondered what she felt, if she was thinking other things, and decided he didn't want to know. Not as soft lips drifted from his down, to neck, then chest, and further, her hands wandering ever more, doing that persistent tug from the core of his being that made him feel free and disoriented even as she aroused him, determined to do as she would do.
His eyes closed, everything going to haze of sharpness and pleasure as he felt her fingers finally ghost down to curl around him, wetness touching the tip in what could only be a lick, and he he was vaguely aware it was a distraction, though he didn't care. He would be distracted. he would feel her soft skin and wet mouth and lose himself if that's how she wanted to keep him from feeling his core being remade.
He didn't last long, and the aftermath was dizzying, disorienting, a flood of things forgotten hitting him in the wake of the numbing pleasure, then she was back, kissing, touching. Soothing. It took a few moments to realize she was soothing, and he trembled to that, not understanding what goals she had left for this.
But she would explain. He hadn't even needed ask. "Shhh, just shh. It won't be long. When I leave you now, you'll be pulled away. Don't fight. Don't fight and please be happy. No more destroying the world. Understood?"
He met her eyes, finally having some idea, but the moment didn't last long, her slipping away when his trembling stilled even as he felt himself pulled away into whatever the planet decided would be life for him.
He would forget... but he would try to fulfill the demand placed on him just the same.