There is no reason for him to be abashed or ashamed, in Kreyu's opinion. She makes soothing and encouraging nonsense sounds as he buries his face in the crook of her neck, holds him close with the hand that isn't stroking his cock.

She won't stop stroking until he's done or he becomes too sensitive to want her touch. She's rather worked up herself, especially after bringing him to climax! Nowhere near enough to come, but more than enough to make her ACHE with want. She will be patient, especially as she has no idea how long Skellig will need to recover or if he can tell just how worked up she is right now.

"There now, my dear Skellig. Just breathe for a bit, darling," she says, soft.