His thumb circled faster.
The clit pulsing under it — the blood-filled nub flushing darker, the hood pulling back from the pressure, the nerve endings on its surface conducting directly to the spine with the full, undiluted, unmanaged signal of direct stimulation.
The pressure built.
She felt it building. Felt it in a way that was different from the previous times — not the detonation, not the single overwhelming blast, but the slow, rolling, inexorable approach of a wave that has been gathering since before she arrived at the waterfall and is now cresting.
"Hah— no— hah— please— hah— Dragon Lord— hah— please— hah— it is too— hah— I am on a— hah— furnace— hah— I am— hah— BURNING— hah—"
PHAAAAACK—
"AAAAAANGHH~!!!!"
The wave broke.
The squirt left her in a column — not a spray this time, a directed stream, the full hydraulic output of a cunt that has been stimulated past its orgasm threshold while already full and is now releasing everything in a single coherent direction.
