She's had her share of lovers over the centuries, and she's impressed by his stamina and vigor - driving into her hard and fast enough that all thoughts vanish from her mind; there's only sensation. The digging of his fingers into her thighs, hard enough to leave bruises she'll keep rather than magically heal; the scent of his skin, the panting of his breath and sounds of his own enjoyment. She aches to let go fully, but doesn't yet want to stop feeling him like this.

He's hard and hot inside her and with each thrust she clenches around his cock even tighter, feeling a wave of pleasure building rapidly. Her fingers grip at the parts of him she can reach; nails digging into his skin as she continues to moan and gasp her pleasure and encouragement; urging him on. It's a wonder they haven't broken the table.

As the heat within her builds, so does her magic as she feels her entire body tensing; getting closer to that edge. Her body is slick with sweat, head thrown back when that wave of pleasure finally breaks and she comes with a loud cry of ecstasy - her body shuddering with the impact of it. As a result of such a powerful spike of overwhelming pleasure, her orgasm causes a release of her magic - a ripple of telekinetic force that rattles the walls and knocks over anything atop the surfaces of the room. She couldn't have held that back even if she'd wanted to, and she didn't want to.