She can see Eiji coming in his face and to a lesser extent, in Ankh's. She curls her arm around the both of them and hums pleasantly, stroking whatever flesh she can reach with her hands, her touch feather-light.

She leans forward and licks at Ankh's earlobe, chewing at it. His motion inside her is still welcome and pleasurable, but just soft echoes of her previous orgasm. Comfortable and familiar and pleasant.