She sat back up and resumed her movement, faster now. The drain pulsed between us, creating that strange recursive pleasure where I could feel her feeling me feeling her. It was almost too much, especially with the stimulant still coursing through my system, heightening every sensation.
"I'm close," I warned, gripping her hips tightly.
"Not yet." She slowed down, denying me release. "I want to try something first."
She placed her palm directly over my heart, focusing intently. The red lines on her arm glowed brighter, and I felt heat spreading through my chest in a controlled wave.
"What are you—"
"Directing thermal energy into your Essentia pathways," she said, her voice clinical despite her flushed cheeks and heaving breasts. "Theoretically, it should enhance the drain's conductivity."
