Sera's legs were shaking so violently she couldn't support her own weight. Julian had to hold her up, supporting much of her mass to keep her from collapsing completely.
"I... I..." Sera tried to speak but couldn't form coherent words. Her mind was shattered, unable to process what had just happened, what she'd just felt.
Julian held her gently despite his own exhaustion, his hands soothing now rather than demanding. "Shh," he murmured against her back. "Just breathe. You did beautifully."
When he finally pulled out, Sera made a sound of loss that was almost heartbreaking. The emptiness felt wrong somehow, like losing a part of herself. She felt his seed immediately begin to leak from her, running down her hind legs in thick streams.
The sensation made her shudder—shame and satisfaction mixing into something she had no words for.
Julian stepped back, his eyes examining his handiwork with clear satisfaction.
