Each promise, each image drawn in crystal clarity makes her react all the more. She can't choose any one thing to focus on, mind and gaze glazed over with passion. Claudia can't help clenching down in reaction, or making any of a dozen different sounds.

The archangels keep her from finding release, exhausting her as they draw out every little reaction they can. Her heart is pounding, and she can hear blood rushing in her ears, barely able to see around the sparks of stars flashing across her vision. Begging for anything is beyond her capacity, so overwhelmed there isn't anything left to make such thoughts, only those dark whispers of her lovers and their bodies claiming her, consuming her.