>>50929678With another damp squelch, I withdraw my fingers out from her depths; a string of thick liquid connects the two of us, and it trails down my arm as I pull away. Noire looks like she's already at her limit; the golden banding of her fur is flickering and pulsating with every beat of her heart, but the look on her face says she's just getting started.
I lean forward, close enough to whisper in her ear. "Ready for round two?" Still panting and sweating, she gives me a quick squeak of approval and lifts herself back up. Once again, and my finger slips in just as effortlessly as before, and I can feel her inner walls squeezing around my digit with every breath she takes. The lingering effects of her hallucinogenic sweat aren't enough to slow my pace; all Noire can do is dig her claws into my shoulders as she holds on for dear life.
This time, though, it feels as if the world is moving in time with me; every time I drive my fingers inside of her, the visions grow more intense—just like she is. Every stroke is accompanied by the sight of Noire's body contorting and shifting beyond any sort of recognition. I'm in no position to judge if any of this is real, but when I finally manage to sink my fingers in as far as they can go, and her pleasured cries are met with an explosion of golden light, I don't even care anymore—she's come undone, and it's all thanks to me.
Yet again, the effects of the toxin don't last too long, and my vision returns to normal almost instantly. The moment I open my eyes, though, I can see that Noire's expression is one of utter bliss. She's mere moments away from collapsing into my arms, but before she does, she looks up at me.
"Now can I get back to my book?" I laugh, and she gives me another pleasured chirp, before laying her head in my lap and succumbing to exhaustion.
there, heres your hot plate of garbage, served fresh 