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 wasmeantto 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 frommyhouse, 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 evenhavethis?! 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 thevictimhere! 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."
"Wejustgot 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 alreadysomuch 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 mesobig."
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,Iwill 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.
