[At some point between his last orgasm and Brickston's words of encouragement, another bloom has found its way inside of him. His whole body feels like it's melting to that pleasure, as he finds himself stretched in ways he never thought possible. Surely he couldn't possibly fit any more? Even the nectar they're pumping inside him has him fit to burst, sitting heavy in the pit of his stomach as he feels it swell against Brickston's abdomen. Just how debauched must he look right now? What if someone he knew were to see him like this?]
[The mere thought has him coming hard once more, and as the vines wrap around their cocks -- a third time. It feels good, and somehow that's even worse, making it all the more difficult to draw his thoughts together. It hasn't actually been that long, and yet it feels like they've been here for hours, time losing all meaning amidst the pleasure coursing through his nerves.]
[But the words that pull him back from the brink -- I believe in you -- break through the haze and draw him back to reality. He's not the only one here, and he can't allow himself to submit to this thing when someone else is suffering from it.]
[If he can't think of a spell, he'll just have to improvise.]
[From his hand, purple sparks begin to manifest, as the earth beneath them trembles. A sharp wind picks up,.and it swirls with electricity all around them, pulling and tugging at the vines and forcing them to start pulling back. The slow pull is agonizing in an entirely different way, feeling the slick lengths slide out and setting every nerve ending alight once more. Aether doesn't even register the cries falling from his own lips as he comes once more, tears stinging at the corners of his eyes.]
[But the moment he feels the last one leaving his body, he jerks an arm free and grabs into Brickston -- and then snaps his fingers.]
[The small spark of fire produced is all that's needed to activate the elemental reaction he was aiming for. The purple sparks expand and explode all around them, catching every vine caught up in the whirlwind. But the explosion will only feel hot for a second -- as the moment they touch the ground, a purple shield-like barrier surrounds and protects them.]
[As the smoke clears, the ravaged vines on the ground around them can only weakly twitch and coil, as most have been left as mere cinders. And for his part, Aether still clings to Brickston, panting hard as he fights to catch his breath and calm down.]
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[The mere thought has him coming hard once more, and as the vines wrap around their cocks -- a third time. It feels good, and somehow that's even worse, making it all the more difficult to draw his thoughts together. It hasn't actually been that long, and yet it feels like they've been here for hours, time losing all meaning amidst the pleasure coursing through his nerves.]
[But the words that pull him back from the brink -- I believe in you -- break through the haze and draw him back to reality. He's not the only one here, and he can't allow himself to submit to this thing when someone else is suffering from it.]
[If he can't think of a spell, he'll just have to improvise.]
[From his hand, purple sparks begin to manifest, as the earth beneath them trembles. A sharp wind picks up,.and it swirls with electricity all around them, pulling and tugging at the vines and forcing them to start pulling back. The slow pull is agonizing in an entirely different way, feeling the slick lengths slide out and setting every nerve ending alight once more. Aether doesn't even register the cries falling from his own lips as he comes once more, tears stinging at the corners of his eyes.]
[But the moment he feels the last one leaving his body, he jerks an arm free and grabs into Brickston -- and then snaps his fingers.]
[The small spark of fire produced is all that's needed to activate the elemental reaction he was aiming for. The purple sparks expand and explode all around them, catching every vine caught up in the whirlwind. But the explosion will only feel hot for a second -- as the moment they touch the ground, a purple shield-like barrier surrounds and protects them.]
[As the smoke clears, the ravaged vines on the ground around them can only weakly twitch and coil, as most have been left as mere cinders. And for his part, Aether still clings to Brickston, panting hard as he fights to catch his breath and calm down.]