"Oh,fuckme."
His eyes widened, climbing over her immediately. "It's good? It doesn't burn? Is it cookingyourliver?"
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.Realgood. 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. "Justshut upand 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 certainher 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 actuallyfeelwhen 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. Theywere 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.
Lurielle
"The hand tie is a classic look. Would you like to see some photos of the stephanotis? Each flower is wired, and we can pick them with rhinestones or pearls. It's a bit labor-intensive, but the effect is divine. You can supplement with roses or orchids for a beautiful, high-end look. Unless you were thinking of something a bit greener?"
The florist peered over her half-moon glasses at Lurielle, who gulped.Wasshe looking for something greener? She had no idea. All Silva's binder had provided were more questions, and since delivering it to the break room, Lurielle had seen neither hide nor glossy chestnut hair of her younger coworker.
“Um —”
