Whatever it is that eases the current of Karma flowing between then, Skellig is grateful for it (though he doesn't realize it at the time) and his body relaxes under her touch, tension that he hadn't even realized had grown in his muscles fading as she works her mouth over him.

One by one, his senses return, and he groans happily as his vision clears, blinking rapidly as the haze fades from his vision and his mind. Now he is simply feeling punch-drunk once again, and that he can manage, and he shifts his gaze to watch her.

"If this...if this is death, I welcome it. Is not, I know it...it isn't but...Gods...you..."

Another moan overtakes him and he presses his hips upwards, so very close to finding his release.