9. Ris

Ris

The phone buzzed at the edge of her desk, rattling and clanging against the aluminum surface in a way that made her wince, quickly moving the mobile back to its silicone mat, the one she purchased for this exact reason. The overhaul of their office into a modern, open-concept oasis of the future had left much to be desired, in her opinion. Most days, Ris missed her cubicle.

Being in ur house w/out you is like being in the museum after hours

She grinned down at the text, once she'd swiped open her screen to see it. Of course it was him.

It was his day off, as Ainsley had pointedly reminded her that morning, rising above her in her undersized bed like the rock of Gibraltar, leaving her smiling up in his shadow.

"Yeah," she protested laughingly. "It's not considered a day off if you have to go in for a meeting, I regret to be the HR person to tell you. And it's not my day off."

"Nanaya . . ." he'd trailed off, raising one of her legs by the knee, pushing it up, up, until her toe was pointed at the ceiling and he was able to kiss his way down her calf. "That is a meaningless detail."

She'd exclaimed in laughing outrage as he shifted down the bed, climbing over the end of it like some sort of rock gremlin, peering up from the floor. Ris was giggling, her face already tired from the force of her smile, and she'd only just woken. Other people wish they had this. When he grabbed her beneath the knees, his body surging over the end of the mattress like a shark, dragging her down to the foot, she shrieked, still laughing.

This was how they liked to start the day, on those mornings he woke in her bed, and she had grown very used to it. Scraping the blunt edge of his teeth over the stiff buds of her aubergine nipples, kissing down her stomach until he was kneeling and his whole mouth covered her pussy; a slow, hot lick spreading her open and warming her up.

"I can't believe I have to go in for a meeting. Why would you remind me of that?!"

Ris pushed off his forehead with her big toe, shrieking again when he snatched her foot, teeth snapping at her ankle. "Because someone needs to keep us on time around here."

He scoffed, but lowered his head, conceding her point by getting to work.

She'd never been eaten out with so much dedicated enthusiasm before. And that was really saying something, she considered, because she had been with reptilian lovers possessing forked tongues, a mothman who'd been able to suck on her clit like he was dusting it for company, and most memorably, two merfolk who accosted the party raft she'd been on with a group of university friends, tethered to their larger cruise ship.

He'd appeared at the edge of the heavy rubber, begging for the chance to go down on one of them while his friend sucked him off below the water. It had felt illicit and dangerous, and she'd been the only one brave enough to say yes, clinging to the handles at the edge of the raft, her legs spread wide as he ate her out. He'd given her a good orgasm and had accepted her "no" graciously when he'd asked if she'd wanted to fuck, finding better luck on the next raft. She'd found out later that it was a common thing, and that groups of mers and selkies would follow the cruise ships, knowing easy sex waited with the tourists.

Ainsley didn't have a forked tongue or a vibrating tongue and she was not possessed with the adrenaline that came from knowing she was doing something dangerous, but what he did have was dedication and stamina, and as he put it, he enjoyed his sloppy seconds more after she had already come.

"I'm pretty sure you're not using that term correctly," she giggled every time he said it. "That's not what sloppy seconds means at all."

"And I'm pretty sure the only thing that matters is that you come on my tongue and get things nice and sloppy for my cock."

Sometimes he made her laugh so hard that she could do nothing other than cling to his back as she shook, barely able to breathe. That had definitely been one of those moments.

That morning had been typical as far as waking up with him went.

The press of his tusks against her mound only heightened the glide of his tongue over her clit. Up and down, slowly working up his speed, changing his angle based on her hitching gasps. His mouth was hot but his tongue was hotter, working against her deliberately, building her up. He would slowly shake his head no, from side to side, the scrape of his tongue against her making her bite her lip, at least until he would change his pattern. Then a flattened tongue, a slow lick upward, pressing against the underside of her clit until his lips puckered around the bud, sucking wetly. Every morning, he took her apart, steadily and relentlessly until she was gasping against him.

"You can come whenever you want, Nanaya. But you need to work for it."

They both enjoyed what came next.

Ainsley would not decrease the onslaught of his tongue, nor would he increase the pressure, forcing her to raise her hips, thrusting up against his mouth. Ris always tried to start off keeping her movements refined, rolling her hips slowly so that his nose and chin were in on the action, stimulating her as much as his tongue. Eventually, though, it was not enough. She would cant upward, her hands going around the back of his skull, gripping his ears for leverage until she was thrusting against him mindlessly.

It was fun fucking herself on his tongue that way, but if she wanted to come – and by then she desperately did — she would need to get serious. Her thighs would tense, and she would focus all of her power there — squeezing her thighs, bouncing herself against him in tight, controlled movements. Her head would drop back and her teeth would sink into her bottom lip as he hummed against her, his own lips puckering around her clit as she rode his mouth from beneath. It was nearly like masturbating, she sometimes thought — masturbating with an extremely enthusiastic partner, which made it all the better. She would angle her pelvis so that his tongue hit her at just the right angle, wrapping her hand around the back of his head to force him in a little deeper, grinding up against his mouth until her thighs were quivering and her clit pulsing.

When she would come, her thighs would tighten, squeezing around his head, her hips taking over as she shook. Ainsley would groan, continuing to give her throbbing clit a gentler suction, helping her ride out her peak. Ris would roll upwards against his tongue as her back arched and her cunt spasmed, rubbing herself against him until she sagged, satisfied at last.

Ainsley would take his time licking into her release, peppering her clit in small kisses before he climbed back onto the bed, throwing one of his scandalously long legs over her.

His cock had already been hard and straining that morning, its watermelon pink tip laying flush to his belly. He'd grinned down, his face a glossy sheen.

"See, Nanaya? Look how sloppy I am. And now I'm going second."

"That is not what it means!" Her laughter had cut off on a wheeze as his cock slid into her, like a watermelon-colored anaconda.

On weekend mornings when they were both home, they were able to take their time. He would cover her with his body, her legs over his shoulders as he pumped into her slowly, pulling out and teasing her with just the tip until they were both dripping. Or else, he would roll her over onto her belly, pressing into her from behind while she was prone, the flatness of the position leaving her feeling stuffed, each thrust a slow drag.

Weekday mornings like that day were a different story. They each had a routine, both needed to get up and get moving to get out the door. He needed to jump into a quick shower, she needed ten uninterrupted minutes in front of the mirror. He needed to catch his train, she needed to grab a coffee on her way in. She had already come, and a fast fuck to finish him off was all they had the mental bandwidth and physical time for. Sloppy seconds indeed.

Ris would never not suck in a breath when he lifted her, still impaled on his cock, shifting her to the center of the bed so that he could kneel in front of her. One leg wrapped around his waist, the other flush to his chest, her foot beside his ear, as he pumped into her with single minded need. That particular morning, she had closed her eyes as he thrust against her, the big shape of him causing a slight swell just above her mound, every time he slid forward.

She'd always considered maintenance sex something to avoid. She'd not had good enough partners to fully understand how enjoyable the mindlessness of it could be, how good it felt to come first thing in the morning, how much less stressful sex was when they were both honest about what they needed and wanted. She liked having her pussy licked before she even got out of bed — done. She'd confessed that to him once, and it hadn't been a conversation they needed to have over and over again. He needed to come before leaving for work. He was either going to do it with her or jerk off. He was happy with a fast, hard fuck, not having to worry about anything other than his own need to drain his balls before getting on the train — done. It worked for both of them. They were satisfied, they had communicated, they had time for a quick breakfast and kissed in the car.

This is truly what living the dream looks like.

Her eyes had sprung open when his fingers pressed to her clit, rubbing exactly the way he knew she liked best, instantly pulling a little moan from her throat before gasping up at him.

"We got time for extra on the menu today?"

Ainsley had laughed, scraping his teeth against her ankle bone. Her cheeks flushed as he paused, his eyes fluttering closed as he refocused on his pleasure for a moment, his hips never slowing. "We don't. That's the problem." He grunted, changing his angle slightly so that he felt a hair deeper, and she whimpered again. "I need you to help me over the edge. Because we're right between a typical morning load and a nice upgraded side of bacon morning load. The regular menu is fine, but goddamn do I love bacon."

Don't laugh. You're going to break his concentration. She had squeezed her eyes shut, wheezing as silently as she could, shaking her head at how ridiculous he was. Okay . . . focus. You can do this. Her clit was still sensitive from his tongue and she could definitely come again. She just needed a touch more direct simulation.

"Can you move your fingers down a hair — ohhh, right there. Press in just a tiny bit on the right . . ." She moaned again when he had applied just the right amount of pressure, gratified by the way he groaned in response. "Perfect."

Ris tipped her head back, letting her jaw drop open and her eyes close, focusing on nothing but the drag of his cock inside her and his fingers rubbing her clit, working her until she was panting. The band of pressure behind her naval was tightening, and while this wouldn't be as deep of an orgasm as her first one, it would be enough of a squeeze to help him over the edge. And that's why you do kegels.

When his hand slipped against her, his fingers inadvertently pressed into her harder, making her see stars. "Fuck . . . Do that again and I'm finished. Is that big cock ready to get his bacon?"

"Oh, he's ready to feed the whole damn town. My balls are vibrating, Nanaya. Squeeze me tight."

Another press into the bulb of her clit and the room went white, her spine shivering as her cunt pulsed around him, squeezing around his thick shaft as she keened. She'd been wrong. The orgasm hadn't started as deep, but Ainsley had continued to press into that hidden bulb beneath her skin, milking her clit with his fingers, extending her pleasure until her stomach cramped. Ris heard the echoing vibration of his deep groan of pleasure a moment later, his hips losing their rhythm and then his cock emptying against her belly, flopping and jerking like a prize-winning fish at the bottom of a boat.

He hadn't been wrong. The pool of white that had collected against her violet skin was more voluminous than his typical morning emission, his hips jerking longer, and his groan was deeper when he finally collapsed to the bed beside her, flopping a long arm out over her, yawning hugely.

"That was a big order of bacon. "

She smiled at the sound of his laughter, his palms covering his eyes for a moment, rubbing vigorously. "Don't ask me where I was storing that. Fuck, we need to get up."

They had begun keeping a stack of towels and a bottle of water beside the bed for this exact purpose. Within a few minutes, both her belly and his face were clean, he was in the shower and she was brushing out her hair in the mirror. It may have seemed like a strange routine to outsiders, but it worked for them, and she had never been happier.

Now his text was coming at the perfect time of day.

Good

At least one of us is living his best life

She had just arrived back at her desk, aggravated over the meeting she'd just left, her points overlooked by the director of recruitment.

"Can someone explain this number to me?" she had asked to the assembled table, eyebrow raising at the packet that had been dropped in front of her. "Why is your hiring target so high?"

She had never tried to stand out. Standing out meant people paying attention, and growing up, her entire fa?ade in her Elvish community had been predicated on people not paying attention too closely to the details of the fictions and half-truths she told, and that habit had carried with her to adulthood. She never tried to be the center of attention, never needed all eyes on her — but nor was she willing to be a shrinking mouse. Especially when a man thought the sound of his voice was more important than hers, particularly when he was wrong and loud in his wrongness.

The director had blustered, and she had bristled.

"I think we need to revisit this in Q1 for some level-setting," she had insisted. "These inflated numbers do nothing but overwhelm the departments. We have quality employees now who are being under-assigned." Like Silva. Who doesn't even bother coming in anymore, and no one in her group even cares. "They can't afford to stay here if we can't afford to pay them competitively, which we can't afford to do because they're not getting any actual work. We are the ones conducting the exit surveys. People are being told they're not contributing in a meaningful way to their department, but the truth is there's not enough work to go around. I can promise you they're taking that truth with them to their next interviews."

She grumbled the whole way back to her desk, slapping down the packet on the irritating aluminum desktop. Silva had once excitedly shown Ris the modeling software she used to build the presentation mockups, which was the only assignment it seemed she was ever given. In addition to the company assets, she'd had ample time to build out fantasy houses, each room dimensioned and fully decorated, and Ris was certain if Tate miraculously decided he wanted to settle down and devote himself to Silva, she'd have the house furnished and decorated by the end of the week. She was eventually going to be snapped up by someone better, her and all the other eager-to-prove-themselves junior associates, and Ris would be the only one unsurprised.

Her phone buzzed again.

Hey, quick question

Settling back in her chair, she closed her eyes. Yoga breath. In-2-3, out-2-3. She glanced at the clock. She was surprised he was already home. She picked up her phone, tapping out a response.

Hit me

I'll answer as quickly as I can before I complain about this bullshit meeting

Several minutes went by before the phone buzzed again from its silicon mat.

Oh perfect

I can't wait

But first

What the fuck is this???

"Hey, have you talked to that guy you met at last year's winter solstice recently?"

Ris turned distractedly to Dynah, who had sauntered over to lean against her desk, sipping from her water bottle with a faraway, fixed expression. Ris knew that look. That was a classic Dynah has been single for twelve minutes and is having an existential crisis look.

"The vampire? You know, with the ear?"

From her desk, the phone buzzed again, an irritating clanging against the aluminum. In her peripheral vision, she could see that an image had popped up, but she didn't want to let her friend off the hook that easily.

"That was more like two years ago. Why, Dy? Why would you even be asking about him? He was a weirdo! I am not permitting you to start dating my castoffs. I didn't give them a second chance for a reason."

Dynah huffed, flapping her arms like a goose. "That is so unfair! You are way pickier than me!" Dynah's wide eyes glanced down to Ris's phone, practically bugging out of her skull. "Is – is that a . . ." She trailed off, gasping.

Ris snatched up the phone, squinting her eyes at the photo he had sent. In the foreground was a glass bottle with a distinctive black label. The diamond-shaped cap told her what it was immediately. The araneaen venom she had purchased at the Makers' Mart with Silva.

Their younger friend had gone on and on about the witch whose table she visited every month, insisting that her hair had never been shinier, her skin had never been softer, and that everything smelled like delicate rose petals. Silva had sighed dreamily at the mere thought. Ris had no particular interest in smelling like a bouquet of flowers, but what had caught her eye at the witch's table was the extremely expensive bottle of ointment made with rare araneaen venom, sitting like a crown jewel on acrylic cubes. She had purchased the medium strength bottle, mumbling when its selection necessitated the purchase of an additional bottle of shampoo and tub of body butter just to be allowed the opportunity.

"This had better be worth it," she had grumbled to Silva as they left the table, the latter waving gaily over her shoulder. "Because otherwise, that feels like a racket. How do you think they even get this?"

Ainsley had found the bottle. Ris snorted in laughter, prepared to tap out her response, when she took a better look, squinting. The bottle was there in the foreground of the frame. But there in the background, slightly out of focus, was the unmistakable rigid, watermelon-colored shape of his erection. She slammed the phone face down onto its mat, slapping her hand over her mouth.

"Is that a bottle of venom stuff?" Dynah stage whispered, looking scandalized.

Ris closed her eyes. Oh, thank fuck she didn't see. "Yeah, it is. I bought it with Silva a few weeks ago. Ainsley just found it on my dresser. Look, I gotta call him back, but no. Absolutely not, Dy. I'm not giving you the number for that fucking vampire with the ear. He was a douchebag and he'll convince you to buy him a new car and then take off in the middle of the night with his undead wife. No. End of conversation."

Powering down her laptop, she decided to take a page from Silva's book that afternoon. And if anyone wants to know where you are, you got lost trying to make the math work from recruiting.

The condo was silent as she swung open the door. Ris paused, sticking her head in and glancing around, listening. Nothing.

"Babe? You're not a corpse in here, are you?" In truth, she had no idea what the Araneaen venom would actually do. She'd not used it immediately upon purchasing, and it had been shuffled around her bedroom to several different locations, winding up forgotten on the dresser, which is where he must've found it. "Ains?"

The sound that came from the bedroom was that of some sort of mad, yodeling beast. She was giggling before she'd even turned around to close and lock the door.

"Ainsley, you sound ri-di-cu-lous." The singsong of her voice reverberated down the hallway, cutting off when she reached the bedroom door.

"Look away," he moaned. "I'm hideous."

Ris approached the bed with her mouth hanging open. "Holy shit." She had never seen his erection look as it did right then. "Ains, how much did you use?!"

The meat of his shaft was swollen, completely engorged, riddled with veins that were standing out in relief. Squinting, she tried to tell if any of them were pulsing. She couldn't ascertain if his cock actually looked larger than normal or if it was just the increased tumescence that was making it curve up his belly like a third arm. His skin looked stretched taut, the green pulled shiny, fading to a pink that was darker than normal, the seam splitting the fat mushroom head, nearly fuchsia. He was bare ass naked, sitting on what was possibly every towel from her cupboard.

"Look. Mistakes were made. We can all own that. But right now, what I need from you is a lot less judgment and a lot more cooperation in the form of taking off your pants."

She dissolved into giggles, grabbing a pillow from the bed and dropping it to the floor. Kicking off her shoes and peeling off her jacket, Ris sunk to the ground. "I'll be honest. This looks painful."

"Yeah, it doesn't feel great. But it's also kind of awesome? Like, everything feels good right now. You know, like, that feeling when your balls tighten up and you get that good pussy squeeze just before that first contraction hits you? It's good like that. Put your head a little closer and breathe on me and I'll come right now."

She had her face against the mattress, her shoulders shaking as she laughed. "I don't, actually. I don't actually know what that's like, Ainsley."

"Nanaya, I wouldn't normally ask this without doing my due diligence first, but will you please take pity on my desperation and suck my cock? You can lecture me like, for the rest of the week. For the rest of the month. I am willing to take Silva to the pink kitten princess café every weekend for the rest of the year! But right now, and I can't even begin to emphasize just how much I need this, but what I need from you is for you to wrap your lips around my head and start sucking. I have never needed anything more, Ris. I've already come like three times just thinking about you sucking me off."

Ris lifted her head, getting her laughter under control. He wants you to suck him? Then suck him dry. Good, clear communication. That's what they were about. After all, it wasn't as if she didn't enjoy having his fat cock in her mouth.

"Well, bring that hog over here. I'm not wearing out my neck because someone wanted to go snooping. Can you even sit up on your own? Is there a single drop of blood left in your head?" She laughed again when he scowled. "Don't even give me that look, cowboy. You did this to yourself." She wasted no more time. Peeling off her work shirt and skirt, she dropped back to her knees and took him in hand.

At the first lick up that angry pink seam on his shiny, taut glans, Ainsley hunched, moaning. Her eyebrows shot up. Oh, he's really serious. Tracing her tongue up an enflamed vein had the same reaction, and by the time she'd fluttered her tongue around his head, pressing into his slit, the amount of pre-cum he was oozing made her understand the necessity of the towels. When she closed her lips around his swollen cockhead, he groaned again, gripping her head. He sounds like he's in pain.

She'd just begun to suck when her mouth was filled.

"Oh my swagsfghjk —" she gurgled on the unexpected mouthful of cum, nearly choking on her surprise. Above her, another moan, his long fingers sinking into her hair.

"Nanaya, I love your perfect mouth. Don't stop."

When she got over her shock, Ris realized it was just a small gush. Still?! She continued sucking, another hot rush of semen when she began to bob her head. How much did he take?!

"Is this what you need, baby? Does your big cock feel better with me sucking it?"

"Are you trying to kill me?!" he wheezed, another small spurt splashing against her lips. "Dirty talk will reduce me to soup under the best of times, Nanaya."

She cupped his scrotum, hanging like two fat melons, swollen dark green, firm to her touch. Sure enough, when she gave them a light squeeze, he hunched, releasing into her mouth again. For several minutes she fellated him, pumping and sucking, gagging around his repeated ejaculations. His cock hadn't deflated a bit.

She pulled off with a gasp. "Fucking stars, Ainsley! How much did you take?!"

She trailed off, rolling her eyes a huff. He's never going to get anywhere deflating this monster one little burst of cum at a time. Pushing to her feet, Ris pulled down her thong. Shaking her head, she pointed to the bed. "Lie down. You need to fuck this out of your system."

"Nanaya, you are the most amazing, brilliant, generous and —"

"Don't make me change my mind," she laughed.

He quickly slid to the center of the bed, flattening himself like a giant green starfish. When she climbed atop him, Ainsley shuddered. His chest was flushed, his dark green nipples pebbled and hard. Squeezing his shoulders, Ris ran her hands down his chest, lightly dragging her nails over his nipples, down his sternum, feeling his stomach muscles jump beneath her palm as he moaned pathetically. Oh, he's in real deep.

"Just a reminder," he groaned as she pressed his swollen head to the lips of her sex. "Oh, fuck that's good . . . you love my curious, inquisitive nature. And I love you."

When she was flush to his hips, Ris began rocking. She'd always liked this position. Liked the control it gave her, liked being able to watch him fall apart beneath her. Watching him now, though, was like nothing she'd ever seen before. Ainsley writhed on the bed beneath her, whimpering and crying out as she rode his cock, his hips leaving the mattress to thrust up into her.

"Does that feel good?" she gasped, pressing her fingers to her clit. Under normal circumstances, he would have already been playing with her, so she didn't mind taking the control now. "Is this what your cock needs?"

His hands had locked on her hips, guiding her, raising her, keeping her steady as he hammered upward. When she rubbed herself to tighten around him, Ainsley nearly vaulted them off the bed. A good, deep orgasm is what he needed, she thought, his body twitching, his mouth dropping open, jaw locking as his head tipped back. She could feel the pressure within her, the heat of his eruption.

There. That's what he needed. That felt like a ball drainer.

It was a shock when he flipped their positions, rolling her to her stomach and pulling her up on her knees, before re-seating himself in a single thrust. Ris curved an arm back to grip his neck as he pumped into her anew, as if he'd not just had a spine-shaking orgasm. She could hear the squelch of him moving within her, dropping her hand from his neck to once more rub circles against her own body. Talk about sloppy seconds.

"Maybe you need to just hammer this out," she choked out. "Fuck this out of your system, big boy."

His toe curling relief had happened when her body had clenched around him, and she was certain she could make it happen again. That's what he needs. That good pussy squeeze. His balls slapped and his cock squelched, a symphony of disgusting sounds that likely would have made her laugh under different circumstances. Right now her only focus was on making it even sloppier. You're going to break the springs in the bed at this rate.

It took her longer to bring herself to her second, shallower peak, but once she did, Ainsley cried out. Ris tightened her muscles, reminding herself that this is why she had been doing kegels at her desk since university. He needs a good pussy squeeze? You can bend him half. He came with a bellow, another hot gush inside her, twitching as he rode out his contractions.

"That was good, Nanaya," he groaned, dropping his head against her shoulder. I'm feeling better already."

His words were encouraging, but when she pulled off of him, Ainsley yelped, and Ris realized his cock was just as hard, just as swollen, just as unsatisfied. She frowned for the first time since coming home.

By the time the sun was going down, she insisted on taking a break to get something to eat and to rehydrate. She wasn't sure she could keep going. Not like this. While the alarming swelling had gone down a bit, his erection was still going strong, with no sign of abating. She had basically given him free use of her body the entire afternoon, and he had used it well, but now, Ris thought, she'd come close to her limit. Bringing a bottle of water for each of them back to the bedroom, she considered that he might need to go to the hospital.

"Babe?"

He was sitting up against the headboard, legs splayed out, his head tipped back and his eyes closed. Ris said nothing for a moment, watching him jerk off. He looked well beyond the point of pleasure, and she'd lost count of how many times he'd come.

Reading the fine print on the bottle had shown that it was, in fact, specified for specific anatomy. 1-3 drops to the clitoris and vulva. May cause a mild burning sensation. Increases bloodflow and elasticity, for adult use only.

She glared from the top of the bottle, reading it to him, and he'd flung up his hands defensively with a pitiful moan, already having confessed to swallowing half a dropper's worth.

"Ainsley, don't even ask me ‘how were you supposed to know?' It literally says it right here!"

Ris did not want to try any herself. She did not share his reckless curiosity and she didn't know how to get in touch with the witch who made it. Fucking Silva.

They had gone to a clinic together a few months earlier, sat in the waiting room side-by-side, playing Scrabble with each other on their phones, sharing a kiss on the cheek when they were each called down respective hallways. When the results came back negative for both of them, they high-fived, celebrated with ice cream sundaes, and she'd let him come inside her twice that night. Birth control was designed for humans and degraded in their bodies much faster, but she went every year to have her IUD replaced. It was a pain in the ass, but well worth it. She didn't suffer from debilitating cramps anymore, she didn't have to worry about an unwanted pregnancy, and they could have as much unprotected sex as they wanted.

Sighing, Ris opened one of the water bottles, downing half of it before pulling his arm from his abused shaft, forcing the water bottle into his hand before she climbed onto his lap and sunk down on his cock again.

"Do you think you need to go to the emergency room?"

There was no judgment in her voice as she began to rock. He drained the water bottle as she bounced. Ris yelped when he pushed up to his knees, rolling her flat to her back as he took over the work of pumping. His balls slapped against her, and if he hadn't been doing this for several hours already, it would've felt incredible. As it was, she was beginning to feel a bit chafed. After all, it wasn't as if anyone was meant to have nonstop sex for twenty-four hours. Or however long this lasts. She felt the ripple of his spine as his cock twitched within her, the shallow climax doing nothing to sate him.

"No," he groaned. "I'm gonna go home. You don't need to be up all night dealing with this, and I don't want to hurt you. You're the most supportive sexy-partner anyone could ask for, and I love you. But I'm just gonna go home and die."

Ris rolled her eyes. "Ainsley, how are you going to drive? Is your dick going to turn the wheel?" He gave her a pitiful whimper, and she laughed. "I'm not abandoning you. You did pilfer this from my house, after all. I'm the one with the contraband."

His eyes narrowed at her words, pulling out of her with a wince. "Hey, wait. Yeah, that's a good point! Why do you even have this?! Better yet, why didn't I know about it? I can't believe you had a little bottle of liquid dick grenade sitting on your dresser this whole time and I had to find it myself. How is this stuff legal to sell in stores?! I have a really hard time believing this is FDA-approved. My foreskin would like a word with the manufacturer."

"If you have this much energy to talk, that tells me you're going to live."

He sputtered, his arms pin-wheeling, and she began laughing once more.

"Nanaya, I am the victim here! If I wanted to suffer this verbal abuse, I would have called Tate!"

At last, her laughter turned into a cackle. "Please, I invite you to do exactly that. Let's call him together and put him on speakerphone. I don't want to miss whatever he cares to tell you."

His face screwed up, lower lip jutting out in an exaggerated pout, looking every bit the petulant child. "I can't believe you would sabotage me this way. I thought you cared, Nanaya."

"So, like I said. You think you need to go to the hospital? My second suggestion is a little seedier. We can go to the glory hole place in Bridgeton. You can have a bunch of strangers try to suck this out of you."

"We just got tested." His head dropped her shoulder, groaning when she reached up to scratch the bare half of his head. "I got my clean bill of dick just for you. Have we looked this up online yet?"

Ris rubbed her temples. "I bought it from a witch, Ainsley. It's not like there's a company website. But I guess we should at least look up the venom itself. This shit could be liquefying your liver as we speak."

When he joined her in the living room a short while later, as she curled in the corner of the sofa with her laptop, Ris noticed he was walking a bit easier. "Okay, I know you're still like, cross-eyed from the lack of blood and that your cock is purple, but you're already so much better than you were a few hours ago. Look, you were able to put pants on! You're standing up straight, and you couldn't do that before."

"Is it cooking my liver, or what?"

She was almost hesitant to tell him what she had discovered. Araneaen venom was one of the most potent aphrodisiacs on earth. Just a drop in its pure, unadulterated form could leave one writhing in desperation. The venom was secreted by males, injected when they bit their mates in order to facilitate an easier marathon of fucking.

"Did you know Araneaens go into heat? Like, a breeding rut? That's what the venom is for."

"Ris, the suspense is killing me. Do I need to get a needle in my dick or not?"

She snapped the laptop closed, grinning across the room. "You don't. And for the record, if this doesn't work, you owe me so big."

She was a bit chagrined to realize she could have potentially helped with the problem hours ago. At the very least, she could have saved herself the chafing.

"One drop. One, Ainsley. As in, singular. If you overdose me, I will cook your liver." She watched as he let one single, solitary drop of the venom ointment she had purchased from the witch bead up on the tip of his finger once they had returned to the bedroom. Ris stretched her legs wide. His finger swiped around the mouth of her cunt, rubbing the remainder directly into her clit. She felt the heat almost immediately.

"Oh, fuck me."

His eyes widened, climbing over her immediately. "It's good? It doesn't burn? Is it cooking your liver?"

It burned, but in the best possible way. Ris slipped her hand between her legs, circling her clit with two fingers, gasping at the enhanced sensation. "Okay, it's good. Real good. Holy shit, this witch is gonna be a millionaire. Okay, can you just, like . . . rub me a little? Use your cock, let's get this show on the road. But I want to make sure it's worked in and that I'm not going to wind up with spider jizz in my eye."

"Wait, is that what I swallowed?!"

The change was instantaneous. Ris quivered as he pressed his leaking cockhead to her, rubbing circles over her clit until she was sloppy with his pre-cum. Even though she had been feeling worn out and sore just a little while earlier, now her body clenched, desperate to have him inside her. This stuff is magic.

"Now, I need you in me. Now."

Ainsley sucked in a breath through his teeth as he pressed into her, feeding his cock in slowly, hissing on his exhale, bottoming out in one smooth glide. Her eyes rolled back when he began to move. It felt incredible. The press of him within her seemed exaggerated, the increased blood flow at work. Every movement seemed heightened, her every nerve ending crackling. What was nearly painful just a short while earlier was now a silky smooth glide and he withdrew to the tip, thrusting back into her until his balls bounced off her ass. Ris wasn't sure how she was ever meant to fuck again without the aid of this glimmering miracle ointment.

Ainsley dropped, braced up only on his elbows, his hips thumping against her, his cock kissing the edge of her cervix in a way that made her head spin.

"An acolyte at your temple, Nanaya."

Ris wrapped her arms around him, letting him hitch her legs around his waist. He was going to fuck her through the floor like this.

"I am the luckiest idiot in the world," he groaned into her hair. "Because you're beautiful, you're smart, and you have a pussy like a fucking vice. I know I'm hot, but this is not an even playing field. You are so out of my league, Ris."

"How are you still talking?" she wheezed, choking on her laughter as it was supplanted by a moan of pleasure. "Just shut up and fuck me. You can tell me how great I am tomorrow, because we are both calling off work to sleep this off."

He raised up on his knees, hooking both her legs over his shoulders, gripping her thighs as his hips moved like a piston. When his fingers began to roll over her clit, just as they had that morning, her back arched as if she were being electrocuted. We're going to buy stock in this witch's business. Like, tomorrow. The slap of their skin was so sharp, she was certain her neighbors could hear it, but Ris didn't care. She could tell Ainsley was about to come again, and now so was she.

Her eyes rolled back as she quivered, her thighs tightening around him, pussy clenching around his cock.

"Order up," Ainsley groaned, biting the heel of her foot. "Here comes the bacon."

Ris reached out for his hips, trying to drag him closer, deeper as his cock erupted. Orcs ran hotter than elves. Their core body temperature was several degrees higher, so she was able to actually feel when he ejaculated in her. This felt like a fire hose. He pitched forward, catching himself on his hands and caging around her, continuing to pump through his orgasm, wrapping her legs around his waist again.

She understood the witch's product racket now, understood it perfectly. It's a privilege and an honor to buy the spider jizz. She needed to go back to that market with Silva, find that witch, and buy out her table stock.

That, and she was going to need to buy new towels.

The next morning when her alarm went off, Ris reached out blindly, batting at the phone. He was a lump beside her, his legs hanging sideways off the bed, completely immobile.

"No. Absolutely not. You can take that job and stick it."

She smiled weakly, sitting up to reach the bedside table and silencing the phone. She had a missed call from Lurielle, a string of texts from Dynah, and several other notifications. Nope. Not looking at any of you until later. She had rationalized that she'd called off approximately twice in the last five years, and Ainsley rationalized that he didn't give a fuck in the first place. They were taking the day off, catching up on their sleep, and letting their abused bodies rest.

"Did we learn our lesson, smarty-pants?" she sighed, settling back against her pillows when he rolled, pushing his head beneath her arm.

"Oh yeah, we sure did. I'll never do drugs again. Ever. So long, music festival shenanigans. Auf Wiedersehen random bottles on the girlfriend's dresser. We had a good run."

He was snoring against her belly as she scraped her nails down the back of his neck, considering his words.

Girlfriend.

Her stomach swooped. Later. You can digest whatever that is later. For now, just enjoy whatever this is today.