He could feel Taki flinch under him, the pain from her wounds clearly affecting her, but with time the pleasure of sex seemed to cloud both their senses, her body focusing on pumping out as many orgasms as it could from him, and he doing all he could to help them along.

He came and came again, straining with all he had to remain conscious until he finally couldn't anymore.

“Taki...” he moaned as he fell unconscious beside her, hoping this would not be the last time he looked in her eyes in this life.

Carter awoke to an unfamiliar male face.

“Aryana, he's waking up!" the man called out happily, adding to himself

“wow, this is kind of like one of those déja vu things isn't it?"

“Who are y- Taki! Where's Taki?!"

The red-haired man put a hand on his shoulder. "Easy there friend, she's going to be fine. You need to take it easy too, her body squeezed every drop of spirit energy out of you. Looks like it was just enough to save her.”

Carter closed his eyes and sighed in relief.

“Thank goodness..."

“I'm Clark by the way, and that stately steed is my wife Aryana," he noted, pointing to the centaur.

“We're your neighbors. When it was clear the fighting was over with and Taki hadn't come back out, we headed in to rescue you two before the rest of the city was alerted to what had happened.”

“It's quite admirable what you did," Aryana noted in a vaguely complimentary tone, her arms folded in a posture that somehow accentuated her breasts and proud demeanor at the same time. "One can never die from having their spirit energy drained during sex, but you pushed yourself as close as one can to it.”

"I see..." he certainly felt fatigued, even now it was a struggle to keep his eyes open.

“Where are we and where is Taki?"

“We are quite a fair distance into the forest. Taki's safe and getting fixed up by some other friends of ours, come see."

“Other friends?" he questioned warily. It seemed he was meeting a lot of new people now, people he had no choice but to trust.

The man beamed. "Can't have too many, right?"

With his weary body supported by Clark, Carter was led into a nearby clearing where he immediately noticed Taki lying motionless on a bed of moss. In front of her stood what at first appeared to be another centaur, this one clad in a bright white gown. The single horn protruding from her forehead revealed she was in fact a unicorn, a rare and mysterious monster famed for its healing abilities.

Her hands were clasped in front of her, her eyes shut in concentration.