Of course she had no intention of stopping. Frankly, Raizen would have been offended if she did. Whatever the case, their time was nearing its end in numerous ways, so Raizen continued adjusting the balance of Reiryoku in that glowing cylinder, planning to trigger it in a very specific moment. Benihime would let him know when the time came, according to the redhead herself. Good. As for the push he intended, there was little more to it than Raizen holding himself back no longer. This hadn't been easy. The Captain bore the stamina of his prime like a badge of honor in all regards, even in the bedroom, but these recent two instances managed to make him lose himself. Mentally, he could almost erase the outside world entirely while engorging himself on pleasures of the flesh, and as a result... he had little choice but to focus. Now, he could refrain from doing so.

"Alright then," he said with the lightest chuckle. Perhaps his constant throbbing had given away the secret, or perhaps not. In truth, he'd been keeping himself on the edge of bliss for the past two minutes or so. It was all for this purpose, for this agreement. Benihime would take a push, so he'd give it. In doing so, he'd finally let his body take over after consciously refraining from any thrusts up to this point. One was all he had to offer. While Benihime descended, his hips thrusted upward with vigor. That happened to be the very same moment Raizen expelled the fruit of his loins. Twice now, she'd made such a request of him whether directly or otherwise. It wasn't as if he could say no to the idea of filling that void within her, whether it was the metaphorical or the physical one. Now, all he waited for was that very precise moment of his spell's activation. What would the exact moment be though, he wondered. . .