Dryvus pants, his orgasm nearing its peak, but he maintains the pace, knowing it's just going to make it worth a lot more. He drags his teeth across her neck, biting down with increasing pressure as his orgasm nears its fruition.
When it hits, he gasps and bucks against her ass, his hips involuntarily slamming into hers as he cums. This time, rather than feeling like a dam bursting open, it feels like waves of pleasure are crashing against the shore of his consciousness, threatening to overwhelm him and make him rut Zevra like a mindless beast, not that she'd mind, he thinks with an internal chuckle.