#vivika

She flagged down the bartender, a wiry guy with bored eyes. "Two of whatever she's having," Vi said, nodding toward Sevika. "And one gin and tonic for me." She slid a bill across the sticky wood, her other hand tight around the vial.

The drinks arrived. Three squat glasses sweating in the humid air. Sevika's usual, another identical one for her, and Vi's clear G&T. Vi's heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drum solo against the bar's steady beat. This was it. Her fingers trembled slightly as she popped the cap on the vial, the tiny click lost in the din. With a glance to make sure no one was watching, she tilted the vial over the nearest glass. The liquid was odorless, colorless. Perfect. She slipped the empty vial into her pocket, her pulse now a wild, frantic thing.

"Hope you don't mind me crashing your party," Vi said, her voice a little too loud as she set the two dark liquors on the table. She kept her own gin and tonic. Sevika's head lifted, her gaze narrowing slightly, the mechanical one glowing with a soft, menacing blue light.

"Vi," Sevika's voice was a low rasp, like gravel over pavement. "Always a surprise."

"A good one, I hope," Vi grinned, sliding one of the matching glasses toward Sevika. "Bought you a refill."

Sevika's gaze flickered from Vi's face to the drink, then back. She was assessing. "You trying to poison me?" she asked, but there was a flicker of amusement in her expression.

"Only with good liquor," Vi shot back, lifting her own gin and tonic. "Cheers."

Sevika watched her for another moment, then picked up her glass. Vi clinked her own against it, a small, sharp sound. She took a long swallow of her gin, the tonic sharp on her tongue, the lime a welcome bite. It tasted… normal. Sevika sipped her own dark liquor, her face unreadable.

"So, what brings you to my neck of the woods, kid?" Sevika leaned back, her chair creaking in protest.

"Just missed the ambiance," Vi replied, gesturing vaguely at the sticky table and the faint smell of bleach from the bathroom. She took another swallow of her gin. The room felt a little warmer, the lights a little brighter. The thrum of the bass, a low and steady pressure, now felt like it was coming from inside her own chest, a pleasant hum that vibrated through her limbs. "And the company."

She set her glass down, a little too hard. Clink. "You know. You're not so bad when you're not scaring the shit out of people."

Sevika let out a low chuckle. "And you're not so bad when you're not trying to start a fight."

"I'm not trying to start a fight," Vi said, but her words were a little slurred. She felt a sudden, intense urge to move, to do something. She wanted to run a marathon, or punch a wall, or… or crawl across this table and lick the sweat from Sevika's neck.

Wait.

Her thoughts snagged on that last one. It was raw, primal, and utterly alien. She'd found Sevika attractive, sure, in a dangerous, feral way. But this… this was different. The hum in her chest had escalated into a full-blown roar. Had she…no. She made sure she gave the drink with the substance to Sevika.

So, Vi continued talking, fully sitting down next to Sevika instead of leaning over the bar table. “…I mean, unless you’re asking for one, then I’d be happy to provide.” She leaned into Sevika’s space, invading it.

A wave of heat washed over Vi, starting at her toes and cresting over her head. Her skin felt too tight, her clothes a rough, abrasive prison. She needed them off. She needed air. But most of all, she needed the woman sitting next to her. She needed her like she needed to breathe.

Sevika watched her, her good eye gleaming with a new light. "You alright there, Vi? You look a little... warm."

"I'm fine," Vi breathed, but she wasn't fine. She was burning alive. Her gaze dropped to Sevika's lips, then to the strong column of her throat, to the powerful lines of her shoulders beneath her worn leather jacket. She wanted to touch all of it. She wanted to taste all of it.

Vi shifted in her seat, opening her legs a bit more to try to help her relax. Though, that made the fly of her jeans rub on her in a way that had her letting out a small groan. She was so sensitive, and the contact of the denim on her own heated flesh sent sparks of arousal through her body. With a sigh, she turned her attention back to Sevika.

"Something funny?" Sevika's voice was a low rumble, a vibration that seemed to travel directly to Vi's core.

"No," Vi said, but it came out as a whine. She took another gulp of her gin, the ice clinking against her teeth. The liquid did nothing to quench the fire. It only seemed to fuel it. Subconsciously, Vi had started to rock her hips ever so slightly to feel the drag of her fly on her clit. “What were you saying?” She asked, her breathless tone betraying her. Her head was starting to feel fuzzy.

“…I was talking about why I came here,” Sevika sighed, taking another sip of her drink. Vi was wondering if Sevika had started to feel anything yet. Still, Vi continued to silently please herself, somehow oblivious that she was the one that consumed the drug.

Sevika continued, “Just wanted a drink after a long day. The usual.”

“Right, right.” Vi nodded, her movements jerky. She could feel a bead of sweat trickle down her temple. The bar was a blur of motion and sound, a kaleidoscope of color that made her dizzy.

“What about you? I doubt this is usually your type of thing,” Sevika pondered, swirling around the glass in her hand. The amber liquid caught the dim light, casting a warm glow on Sevika's face. Vi stared at it, mesmerized. She wanted to drink it. No, she wanted to consume Sevika.

“Uh… yeah, same reason. Long day,” Vi mumbled, her brain struggling to form coherent thoughts. Her gaze was locked on Sevika's lips, the way they formed words. She wondered what they would feel like against her own. How the plumpness of them would swallow hers whole.

"Vi?" Sevika's voice cut through the haze, a anchor in the storm. "You're not listening to a word I'm saying."

Vi looked up, her eyes wide and glassy. "Sorry," she breathed. "I'm... distracted."

"I can see that," Sevika replied, a hint of amusement in her tone. She leaned forward, her elbows on the table, her gaze intense. "What's on your mind?"

"Everything," Vi said, her voice a hoarse whisper. "And nothing." She reached out, her fingers brushing against Sevika's wrist. The contact was electric, a spark that shot up her arm and settled in her groin. She gasped, her eyes fluttering shut. "Fuck."

Pulling her hand back to hold her drink, Vi cleared her throat. Finally, Vi stopped herself from rocking against her jeans, crossing her leg over the other to stop the throb. To quickly change the topic, Vi asked, “How’s your job?”

“It's a job," Sevika said, her tone noncommittal. "It pays the bills. It keeps me busy." She took another sip of her drink, her gaze never leaving Vi's face. "What about you? What do you do when you're not... this?"

A shiver ran down Vi's spine. The way Sevika looked at her, like she could see right through her, was intoxicating. The aphrodisiac was a raging inferno now, clouding her judgment, amplifying every sensation. She could feel the seam of her jeans pressing against her, a constant, maddening friction. She wanted to rip her clothes off, to feel the cool air on her overheated skin.

"Fight," Vi said, the word a strangled gasp. She cleared her throat, trying to regain some semblance of control. "I fight. For money. For fun. To keep the demons at bay." She laughed, a short, sharp sound that was more of a sob. "It's not working."

Sevika's expression softened, just a fraction. "We all have our demons," she said, her voice low. "Some of us are just better at hiding them."

"I don't want to hide," Vi said, her voice a raw, desperate plea. She leaned forward again, her hands flat on the table. "I want to feel. I want to feel everything."

She was daringly close to Sevika’s face now, watching the way Sevika’s thick lips sneered, how they moved when she talked.

Sevika chuckled, “Vi, how many glasses have you had for you to forget about personal space?”

The question was a splash of cold water, but the fire inside Vi was too strong. She didn't back away. Instead, she leaned in closer, her breath hot against Sevika's cheek. "Just the one," she whispered, her eyes locked on Sevika's. "But it's... potent."

Sevika's breath hitched. She could feel the heat radiating off Vi, see the wild, desperate need in her eyes. She had seen this look before, but never directed at her. It was thrilling, and terrifying. "Vi," she said, her voice a warning. "You need to back up."

"I can't," Vi breathed, her lips brushing against Sevika's ear. "I don't want to."

Sevika's hand shot out, her fingers wrapping around Vi's wrist. Her grip was like a vise, but Vi didn't flinch. She leaned into the touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. "You're playing with fire, kid," Sevika growled.

"That’s fine," Vi whispered, her free hand reaching up to cup Sevika's cheek. Her skin was soft, warm, and Vi couldn't stop herself from tracing the line of her jaw with her thumb.

Sevika's resolve was crumbling. She could feel the heat of Vi's body, the desperation in her touch. She could smell the gin on her breath, the sweat on her skin."You have no idea what you're asking for," she said, her voice strained.

"Yes, I do," Vi insisted, her lips hovering just inches from Sevika's. "I want you. All of you. Right here, right now."

Sevika's control snapped. With a low growl, she closed the distance between them, her lips crashing against Vi's. It was a hungry kiss, a feigning clash of teeth and tongues. Vi melted into it, her body molding against Sevika's, her hands tangling in her hair.

The bar, the music, the people—it all faded away. There was only the feel of Sevika's lips on hers, the taste of her tongue, the strength of her arms around her. Vi had never felt so alive, so wanted, so completely consumed.

When they finally broke apart, both were panting, their chests heaving. "My place," Sevika rasped, eyes poisoned with desire. "Now."

Vi didn't need to be told twice. She practically dragged Sevika out of the bar, her hand clamped around the other woman's wrist like a lifeline. The cool night air was a shock to her overheated skin, but it did nothing to quench the fire inside her.

Sevika's car was a black, hulking beast of a car, parked in a dimly lit alley. Vi pushed her up against the driver's side door, her hands roaming over Sevika's body, her lips finding the sensitive skin of her neck. "Hurry," she whimpered, her fingers fumbling with the zipper of Sevika's jacket.

Sevika fumbled for her keys, her hands shaking slightly. She finally managed to unlock the door, shoving Vi into the passenger seat before sliding behind the wheel. The engine roared to life, a low, powerful rumble that vibrated through Vi's entire body. She moaned, arching her back as the vibrations sent another wave of pleasure through her.

"Fuck, Vi, you need to calm down," Sevika said, her knuckles white on the steering wheel as she peeled out of the alley and onto the main road.

"I can't," Vi whined, her hands roaming over her own body, her fingers tracing the neckline of her shirt. Her eyes focused on the bumps and vibrations flowing through the car, the neon lights of the cities seeping through the corner of her eyes. The mumble of the radio, the throbbing ache in between her legs. Her body was a thousand nerve endings reacting to anything in the vicinity quicker then she could process things. Her fingertips gripped into the car seat, even that sensations had her feeling high. What the fuck was in that shit? She felt like she was on another planet. She took a deep intake of breath, licking her lips and leaving them agape afterwards.

“Ugh, Sevika…” Vi whined, her head resting limp on the headrest. “I need you now. Stop the car.”

“Vi, for fucks sake,” Sevika said, her knuckles tight on the steering wheel, accelerating on the gas pedal. “My place is five minutes away.”

Vi was past the point of reason. The aphrodisiac had stripped her bare, leaving only her most primal instincts. And right now, her only instinct was to get Sevika inside her, by any means necessary.

"I can't wait five minutes!" Vi cried, her hands gripping the dashboard. "I'll die. I swear to god, I'll actually fucking combust if I don't feel you in the next two minutes." Her eyes were wild, her breathing ragged. She looked truly, desperately unhinged.

"Vi, you're being dramatic," Sevika said, though her resolve was weakening. The smell of Vi's arousal, thick and sweet in the confines of the car, was a siren's call.

In the corner of her view, Vi noticed an abandoned convenience store while Sevika drove on the main road. She saw a large, empty parking lot. “There. Pull over there.”

Sevika’s mind started to short circuit. In a normal scenario, she wouldn’t be swayed. She would keep driving, telling Vi to get a hold of herself. But seeing Vi so desperate, smelling her wetness, hearing her ragged breathing, was too much. She just had to give in.

Sevika grunted as she swerved the car impulsively, the tires screeching in protest as she cut across two lanes of traffic, earning a blare of a horn from a passing sedan. She wrenched the wheel, sending the car careening into the empty parking lot of the boarded-up convenience store. The engine was still rumbling, a low, animalistic purr that vibrated through the chassis and directly into Vi's very core, making her clit throb with a desperate, painful ache.

The car hadn't fully stopped rolling before Vi was on her. There was no grace, no finesse. It was a frantic, clawing need. She launched herself over the center console, her hands fisting in the front of Sevika's jacket, her mouth finding the side of her neck in a hungry, open-mouthed kiss. She bit down, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a mark.

Sevika let out a choked gasp, her head thumping back against the headrest. "Fuck, Vi!" Her mechanical hand, usually so steady, was twitching at her side. "You're gonna rip my fucking clothes."

"Good," Vi snarled against her skin. She yanked at the zipper of Sevika's jacket, the metal teeth screeching as she forced it down. She needed to feel skin. Now. Her fingers scrabbled at the hem of Sevika's shirt, pulling it up, her nails scraping against the taut muscles of her stomach.

Sevika stopped the frantic kiss. “Get in the back,” she said, voice low. She wasn’t asking, she was telling. The engine still thrummed, but she didn't want Vi to hit the console and get hurt as they fucked.

Vi scrambled over the console, a clumsy, desperate tangle of limbs. She landed in a heap on the wide back seat, her legs tangled, her breath coming in ragged pants. The rough fabric of the seats scraped against her skin, and she moaned, the sensation a delicious torment. Immediately following, Sevika moved to the back, her jacket already discarded in the passenger seat. What she was left in was a simple, cheap black wife-beater that stuck to her like honey. She cowered over Vi, impatiently taking off Vi’s denim pants.

Vi whimpered again, her pupils dilated to oblivion. Vi lifted up her hips to help her, letting the denim fall at her ankles before Sevika fully yanked them off. What she was met with was a sopping mess.

The aphrodisiac was clearly taking its toll, one of the effects Vi’s pool of arousal leaking out of her. It was an unrealistic amount somehow, the wetness soiling her boyshorts completely (there even was a wet spot on the jeans Vi was wearing two seconds ago), Sevika had thought for a quick second that Vi had pissed herself.

“Holy shit, Vi,” Sevika gawked, utterly dumbfounded at the sheer volume. “When did you—”

“Stop talking,” Vi wailed, opening her legs wider. She didn’t care. Her body was a live wire, every nerve ending screaming for release. Her clit was a hard, aching pearl, so swollen and sensitive she felt like it had its own heartbeat. It throbbed against the soaked fabric of her boyshorts, a desperate, demanding pulse.

Sevika didn't need to be told twice. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of Vi's boyshorts, the fabric so slick with Vi's arousal that it practically peeled away. The scent hit her then, a thick, intoxicating musk that made her own cunt clench. She tossed the soaked scrap of fabric aside and stared.

Vi's pussy was a beautiful, glistening mess. Her folds were flushed a dark, needy pink, swollen and parted, revealing the slick, gleaming entrance to her cunt. And her clit... fuck. It was huge. Straining from its hood, a prominent, throbbing nub of tissue. It looked almost painful, it was so engorged.

Sevika had seen her fair share of pussies, but this was something special. She reached out with her flesh and blood hand, her fingers hovering for a moment before making contact.

The second her fingertip brushed against Vi's clit, Vi’s head flew back on the window. A strangled gasp ripped from her throat, her whole body arching off the leather seat as if she'd been electrocuted.

"Fuck! Fuck," she cried out, her hands flying to the sides of the seat.

Sevika just watched, mesmerized. She could feel the frantic, pulsing beat of Vi's clit against her finger. She gave it one slow, deliberate circle.

Vi's entire world shattered.

It was an instantaneous, violent detonation without a build-up. Her vision whited out, her ears ringing. A guttural scream tore from her lungs as her orgasm slammed into her with the force of a physical blow. Her pussy clenched, a powerful, rhythmic spasm that was almost violent in its intensity. She felt a fresh, hot gush of fluid flood from her, soaking the already-drenched leather seat beneath her. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably, her muscles locking and releasing in a frantic, uncoordinated dance. Her whole body convulsed, a prisoner to the pleasure that was tearing her apart from the inside out.

Sevika didn't move her finger. She just held it there, a steady, grounding pressure against Vi's pulsating clit, feeling the rhythmic contractions of her orgasm ripple through her. She watched Vi's face, contorted with ecstasy. Her mouth was open, her eyes rolled back, a single tear tracing a path through the sweat on her temple. She was beautiful. Completely and utterly undone.

The convulsions slowly subsided, but the tremors continued. Vi was left panting, her chest heaving, her body limp and pliant against the seat. She stared at the roof of the car, her eyes unfocused, her mind a blank, buzzing void. That was... that was impossible. She had never cum so hard in her life. She had never cum that fast in her life.

“Jesus Vi, I…” Sevika trailed off, profoundly captivated. Sevika had made plenty of women finish, but this was other worldly. “Shut up,” Vi mumbled while scrambling to grab Sevika’s face to kiss her again. She was already needy again, the drug still coursing hotly through her veins. “I need you.”

Sevika’s breath hitched as Vi’s tongue pushed past her lips, the kiss tasting of desperation and a sweet, heady musk that was all her own. Vi’s hands were everywhere, tugging at the hem of Sevika’s wife-beater, her movements clumsy with urgency. She needed more. The first orgasm had been a lightning strike, a peek at release. But it hadn't quenched the fire; it had only poured gasoline on it. The throb in her cunt was back, a deep, persistent ache that demanded to be filled.

With a frustrated growl, Vi broke the kiss and grabbed the bottom of Sevika's shirt, yanking it up. Sevika shifted, helping her pull the fabric over her head. The dim light from the streetlamp filtered through the car windows, painting the hard lines of Sevika's torso in shades of blue and gray. Her muscles were a tapestry of old scars and raw power, her breasts large and firm, capped with dark, peaked nipples that tightened in the cool air.

Vi’s mouth went dry. She’d never seen anything so fucking perfect in her entire life. She leaned forward, her lips finding the warm skin of Sevika’s stomach. She dragged her tongue up, over the ridges of her abs, tracing the line between her breasts.

“Vi, fuck,” Sevika breathed, her head falling back against the seat. Her mechanical hand came to rest on the back of Vi’s neck, the cool metal a stark, thrilling contrast to her overheated skin. Vi felt a fresh wave of wetness leak from her, the sound of her slickness against the leather a dirty, wet echo in the quiet car.

Vi didn't stop. She couldn't. She was an animal, guided by pure, primal instinct. She took one of Sevika's nipples into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the hardened peak before she bit down gently. Sevika’s hips bucked, a low groan rumbling in her chest. Vi’s hands were busy, fumbling with the button on Sevika’s trousers, her fingers trembling with a desperate need.

The button finally gave way, the zipper screeching open. Vi wasted no time, her hand diving past the waistband of Sevika's boxers. The coarse hair there was damp with arousal. Before Vi could do anything, Sevika pushed her back down on the seats, clutching at her calves to keep her legs open. She lowered herself, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the inside of Vi’s thighs.

"Please," Vi whimpered, her hips lifting off the seat, a silent, begging offer. "Please, Sevika."

Sevika answered with her tongue.

She flattened it, dragging it through Vi's soaked folds in one long, slow, deliberate stroke. The sensation was so overwhelming, so intense, that Vi's vision swam. She cried out, her back arching, her hands flying to Sevika's head, her fingers tangling in the short, dark strands of her hair.

And then Sevika found her clit.She’d already had one, mind-bending orgasm from a single touch. This was a whole other level of agony. Sevika wrapped her lips around the swollen, throbbing nub and sucked, hard.

The world dissolved.

A scream ripped from Vi's throat, raw and unhinged. It was a full-throated, guttural shriek that echoed through the car and out into the empty parking lot. Her body bowed, a tight, straining arc of muscle and bone, every fiber of her being focused on the single point of contact where Sevika's mouth devoured her.

Sevika didn't let up. She worked Vi's clit with a ferocious intensity, her tongue a blur of motion, flicking, circling, lashing against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her fingers joined the assault, two of them sinking knuckle-deep into Vi's sopping cunt, curling just right to find that rough, secret patch of flesh on her front wall.

Vi was gone. Lost in a maelstrom of sensation. The aphrodisiac had turned her nerve endings into raw, exposed wires, and Sevika was a master electrician, sending jolts of pure, unadulterated pleasure coursing through her body. The sounds she was making were inhuman, a litany of sobs, whimpers, and broken curses. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuck!”

The second orgasm hit her like a train. It was deeper, harder, and infinitely more shattering than the first. The tidal wave of pleasure was so immense it was almost painful, a supernova that obliterated everything in its path. Her cunt clamped down around Sevika's fingers, a rhythmic, powerful spasm that pulled a fresh, hot gush of liquid from her. She could feel it soaking the seat beneath her, could hear the wet, squelching sounds as Sevika fucked her through it.

Sevika didn't stop. In fact she kept sucking, kept fingering, kept pushing her higher and higher, past the peak of the orgasm into a realm of overstimulation so intense it was agonizing. Vi tried to squirm away, to close her legs, but Sevika's grip was like iron, her flesh and blood hand holding Vi's thigh open, her mechanical one pinning her hip to the seat.

"No more, no more, no more," Vi babbled, her head thrashing from side to side. The pleasure was a torture, a sweet, exquisite hell. Tears streamed from her eyes, mingling with the sweat on her face. She was a mess, a beautiful, broken mess, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

A third orgasm, a sudden, violent contraction that stole her breath and left her gasping. It was smaller, sharper, a shockwave that rippled through her already oversensitive body. Her entire frame shook, a series of fine tremors that ran from the tips of her toes to the crown of her head. She felt boneless, utterly spent, a puppet with its strings cut.

Sevika finally released her clit, her tongue slowing its frantic movements. She gently withdrew her fingers, and Vi whimpered at the sudden emptiness. Sevika looked up, her face glistening with Vi's arousal, her good eye dark with a predatory satisfaction.

"Look at you," Sevika rasped, her voice a low, gravelly purr. She crawled up Vi's body, her movements slow and deliberate, a predator savoring its kill. She brought her glistening fingers to Vi's lips. "Taste yourself."

Vi didn't hesitate. She opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick Sevika's fingers clean. The taste was musky, salty, and utterly intoxicating. She sucked Sevika's fingers into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing, her eyes locked on Sevika's.

Sevika's breath hitched. The sight of Vi, so pliant and eager, made her feel her dick throb with a deep, demanding ache that mirrored Vi's earlier desperation. She pulled her fingers from Vi's mouth with a soft pop, a low growl rumbling in her chest.

But Vi was not one to be passive for long. The drugs were still a fire in her blood, a relentless, driving force. She had been taken, consumed, and shattered. Now, she wanted to be the one in control. She wanted to be the one to take.

With a strength that seemed impossible given her recent, soul-shattering orgasms, Vi surged upward. She grabbed Sevika's shoulders, using the leverage to flip their positions. Sevika grunted in surprise, her back hitting the door with a solid thud. But Vi wasn't stopping. She scrambled, her limbs clumsy but determined, maneuvering herself until she was straddling Sevika's powerful, denim-clad thigh.

Her pussy was a raw, exposed nerve. The rough fabric of Sevika's jeans against her swollen, oversensitive folds was an exquisite agony. A sharp, hissing intake of breath escaped her lips.

"What do you think you're doing, kid?" Sevika's voice was a low warning, but her hands came to rest on Vi's hips, her grip firm, possessive.

"Taking what I need," Vi snarled, her hands resting on the plane above Sevika’s breasts for stability. She leaned in, her lips crashing against Sevika's in a messy, desperate kiss. She could taste herself on Sevika's lips.

Sevika responded in kind, her kiss just as brutal, just as demanding. She nipped at Vi's lower lip, her tongue delving deep, claiming her mouth.

Vi began to move. Any gracefulness she had inside her was gone. She rocked her hips back and forth, dragging her dripping cunt against the hard muscle of Sevika's thigh. The friction was incredible, a delicious, maddening torment that sent jumps of pleasure-pain ricocheting through her body. The rough denim scraped against her engorged clit, making her whimper into Sevika's mouth.

"Fuck," Sevika gasped, breaking the kiss. She watched, mesmerized, as Vi used her body for her own pleasure. Vi's head was thrown back, her throat a long, pale column in the dim light. Her breasts, flushed and heaving, bounced with each movement. The sounds were obscene—a wet, slick squelching as Vi's pussy dragged against the denim, punctuated by Vi's breathy moans and whimpers.

Sevika's hands tightened on Vi's hips, guiding her movements, encouraging her to press harder, to move faster. She could feel the heat of Vi's cunt through the fabric, could feel the wetness soaking into her jeans. It was the hottest fucking thing she had ever seen.

"Look at me," Sevika commanded, her voice a low growl.

Vi's head lolled forward, her eyes glazed and unfocused. She tried to focus on Sevika's face, on the dark intensity of her gaze, but the pleasure was overwhelming. She felt a fourth orgasm building, a slow, inexorable tide rising within her.

"That's it," Sevika purred, her mechanical hand moving from Vi's hip to her stomach, the cool metal a stark, thrilling contrast to her overheated skin. "Take what you need. Ride my thigh. Make a fucking mess on me."

The words, the dirty, possessive command, was all it took. The tide crested.

Vi's orgasm washed over her, a warm, rolling wave that was less violent than the previous ones, but no less all-consuming. A long, low moan escaped her lips as her body trembled, her movements becoming jerky and uncoordinated. Her cunt spasmed, another gush of wetness flooding from her, soaking Sevika's thigh. She collapsed forward, her forehead resting against Sevika's shoulder, her body limp and trembling.

Sevika held her, her arms wrapping around Vi's back, her hands stroking her sweat-dampened hair. She could feel Vi's heart pounding against her chest, a frantic, wild rhythm that slowly began to even out.

They stayed like that for a long moment, the only sounds their ragged breathing and the low, steady rumble of the car's engine. The drug was still a thrum in Vi's veins, a low, insistent hum, but the frantic, desperate edge had been blunted by the sheer force of her orgasms. She felt sated, for now. A bone-deep exhaustion was beginning to set in, but it was a good kind of tired, the kind that came from being thoroughly and completely fucked.

Sevikas own arousal was a throbbing, demanding ache. She had been so focused on Vi's pleasure, on giving her what she so desperately needed, that she had ignored her own needs. But now, with Vi's limp, pliant body in her arms, the need came roaring back.

"Vi," Sevika said, her voice husky. "I need you to do something for me."

Vi stirred, lifting her head. Her eyes were still hazy, but there was a flicker of awareness in them. She looked at Sevika, her expression soft, vulnerable. "Anything," she whispered, her voice hoarse.

Sevika's gaze dropped to her own lap, to the hard ridge straining against the denim of her jeans. "I need you to take care of me."

Vi's eyes followed Sevika's, a slow, lazy smile spreading across her face. She understood. The fire in her belly hadn't gone out; it had just banked, waiting for the right fuel to flare up again. And Sevika was a veritable bonfire.

With a newfound, predatory grace, Vi pushed herself up. She swung her leg over Sevika's body, positioning herself so she was straddling her lap. The position was intimate, a tangle of limbs. Vi's knees were pressed into the worn leather of the seat on either side of Sevika's hips, her hands resting on the back of the passenger seat for support.

Sevika looked up at her, her good eye dark with hunger. Vi's hair was a wild, sweat-soaked mess, her face flushed, her lips swollen from their kisses. She looked like a feral creature, a beautiful, dangerous thing who had just been sated and was now ready to hunt again.

Vi leaned down, her breasts brushing against Sevika's. Her lips found Sevika's in a slow, deliberate kiss.. Her tongue slid into Sevika's mouth, tracing the line of her teeth, dueling with Sevika's in a lazy, erotic dance. As they kissed, Vi began to move once more.

She started with a slow, deliberate grind of her hips, dragging her still-sensitive, soaking wet cunt against the hard bulge in Sevika's jeans. The friction was a maddening tease, a promise of more to come. She could feel the heat of Sevika's arousal even through the layers of denim, and it made her own clit throb with a renewed interest.

Sevika's hands came to rest on Vi's ass, her grip tight, possessive. She encouraged Vi's movements, her hands guiding her in a slow, rhythmic rocking motion.

Vi broke the kiss, her lips trailing a path of fire down Sevika's neck. She nipped at the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder, her tongue soothing the small bite. Sevika let out a low growl, her hips bucking upward, meeting Vi's grind.

"Fuck, Vi," Sevika breathed, her head falling back against the seat. "You're killing me."

Vi just chuckled, a low, husky sound that was full of mischief and promise. She straightened up, her hands moving to the button of Sevika's jeans. Her fingers were still a little clumsy, but she was determined. She popped the button, the sound echoing in the quiet car.

Slowly, deliberately, she lowered the zipper. The sound of the metal teeth parting was a dirty, thrilling whisper in the dark. She tugged at the denim, her knuckles brushing against the hot, damp fabric of Sevika's boxers.

"Lift up," Vi commanded, her voice a low, husky purr.

Sevika obliged, her hips lifting off the seat. Vi yanked the jeans down, her movements rough and impatient. She got them down to Sevika's knees. It was awkward, clumsy, and unutterably hot.

Sevika was left in her simple, black boxers. The fabric was dark with a large, telling patch of wetness at the center. The outline of her thick, hard dick was clearly visible, a heavy, straining ridge that made Vi's mouth water.

Vi didn't waste any more time. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of the boxers and pulled them down, her breath catching in her throat as Sevika's dick was finally freed.

Thick, heavy, curved, and uncut, it rose from a thatch of dark, messy hair. The head was flushed with arousal, glistening with a bead of pre-cum. The dick was a masterpiece of veins and muscle, a formidable weapon of pleasure that made Vi's cunt clench with a mix of fear and anticipation.

"Holy shit," Vi breathed, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and unadulterated lust. "You're..."

Sevika just watched her, a smug, confident smirk playing on her lips. "Big? I know."

Vi didn't answer. She couldn't. She was too mesmerized. She reached out with a trembling hand, her fingers wrapping around the hot, rigid thing. The skin was soft and velvety over the unyielding steel beneath. She could feel the frantic, pulsing beat of Sevika's heart through the thick vein that ran along the underside.

Sevika let out a low groan, her hips jerking forward as Vi's thumb swiped over the sensitive head, smearing the bead of pre-cum.

"Get on it," Sevika rasped, her patience worn thin.

Vi didn't need to be told twice. She shuffled forward, her knees sinking into the worn leather on either side of Sevika's hips. She took the heavy dick in her hand, aligning it with the slick, waiting entrance of her cunt. The head nudged against her swollen folds, and she gasped at the contact.

She was so sensitive. Every nerve ending was a raw, exposed wire, and the feel of Sevika's cock against her was like a jolt of pure electricity.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she began to lower herself.

The head of Sevika's dick stretched her, a delicious, burning ache that made her whimper. It had been a long, long time since she'd had anyone, and Sevika was... well, Sevika was a lot. She felt impossibly full, her inner walls clamping down around the intruding head, a reflexive attempt to either push it out or pull it in deeper.

"Fuck, Vi, you're so tight," Sevika ground out, her hands gripping Vi's hips, her knuckles white. Her control was slipping, her body screaming for her to just thrust up, to bury herself to the hilt in that incredible heat.

Vi took a deep breath, trying to relax her muscles, to let the drug and the pleasure override the slight sting. She lowered herself another inch, her head falling back as Sevika's dick stretched her and filled her. The burn was giving way to a deep, throbbing pleasure, a fullness that was almost overwhelming.

"More," she whimpered, her hips rocking, trying to take more of Sevika inside her. "I need all of it."

Sevika didn't need to be told again. With a low sound, she tightened her grip on Vi's hips and thrust upward, burying the rest of her thick length in Vi's slick, willing cunt in one smooth, powerful stroke.

The sound that tore from Vi's throat was not human. It was a high, keening wail of unadulterated ecstasy. Her eyes rolled back, her entire body convulsing as Sevika's dick bottomed out inside her, the head kissing her cervix. She was so full, so stretched, so utterly and completely possessed. Usually if something so much as poked her cervix she would be on the floor crying—but the aphrodisiac magnified every sensation, turning the simple act of being filled into a mind-bending, soul-shattering event, ignoring all signs of pain.

Vi was still for a moment, her body trembling, her mind trying to process the sheer, overwhelming intensity of it all. She felt like she was impaled, split open on a glorious, unyielding spike of pleasure. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around the thick shaft, a frantic, rhythmic caress that pulled a low groan from Sevika's lips.

"Holy shit, Vi," Sevika rasped, her good eye wide with a mixture of shock and awe. "You're... you're amazing." She'd never felt anything like this. Never. Pussies were pussies, some tighter than others, some wetter, some hotter. But this... this was different. The drug had turned Vi's body into a supernova of sensation, her cunt a living, breathing entity that was sucking and pulling and massaging her dick in a way that was almost sentient. The wetness was unreal, a hot, slick flood that coated her entire length, the sounds of their joining a dirty, wet symphony that was music to her ears.

And the sounds Vi was making... fuck. They were the most beautiful, filthy sounds Sevika had ever heard. Whimpers, whines, sobs of pure euphoria, each one a testament to the pleasure she was giving her.

Sevika had had her share of partners, some skilled, some not, some memorable, some forgettable. But this... this was the best pussy she had ever been in. No contest. It was like Vi's cunt was custom-made for her, a perfect, slick, tight fit that gripped her like a velvet glove.

"Move," Vi whimpered, her hips beginning to rock in a slow, experimental rhythm. "Please, Sevika, move."

Sevika was only too happy to oblige. She planted her feet firmly on the floor of the car for leverage and began to thrust, her movements slow and deliberate at first. She pulled out almost all the way, the head of her dick dragging against Vi's sensitive, swollen walls, before thrusting back in, deep and hard.Vi's response was instantaneous. A choked cry escaped her lips, her head falling back, her hands flying to the back of the passenger seat for support. "Yes! Yes! Just like that!"

Sevika found a rhythm, a powerful, punishing pace that she knew would wreck Vi, and herself, in the best possible way. The car was small, the space confining, but it only added to the intensity of the moment. Every thrust shook the chassis, the metal groaning in protest. The windows were fogged with their combined breath, the air thick with the smell of sweat and sex and the sweet, heady musk of Vi's arousal.

Vi was a wild thing, completely lost to the pleasure. She met each of Sevika's thrusts with a downward grind of her hips, the slap of their skin a sharp, percussive beat in the quiet night. Her breasts bounced with each impact, her nipples hard, dark points against the pale skin of her chest.

Sevika's hands were everywhere, roaming over Vi's body, memorizing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, the taut muscles of her back. One hand slid up Vi's stomach to cup a breast, her thumb and forefinger rolling the hard, pebbled nipple, pulling a sharp gasp from Vi's lips.

The other hand, her mechanical one, came to rest on the small of Vi's back, the cool metal a stark, thrilling contrast to the feverish heat of her skin. She used the leverage to pull Vi down harder, to go deeper, her dick hitting that spongy, sensitive spot deep inside her that made stars explode behind Vi's eyes.

"Oh god! Oh god! Sevika,” Vi cried out, her body tensing, her thighs beginning to tremble. The fifth orgasm was building, a slow, inexorable tide that promised to be the biggest one yet.

Sevika could feel it, too. She could feel Vi's inner walls beginning to flutter, to clench around her in a frantic, desperate rhythm. The sight of Vi, so lost, so completely undone, her face contorted in ecstasy, was pushing Sevika closer and closer to her own precipice.

"Cum for me, Vi," Sevika ground out, her voice a low, gravelly command. "I want to feel you soak my dick."

The words, the dirty, possessive command, was the final push. The tide crested, a monstrous wave of pleasure that slammed into Vi with the force of a tidal wave.

Her scream was a ragged, torn thing. Her back arched into a strained bow, her entire body locking up. Her cunt clamped down on Sevika's dick like a vise, a series of powerful, rhythmic spasms that milked her, pulling a guttural groan from Sevika's throat. A hot gush of fluid flooded from her, soaking Sevika's groin and the already-ruined leather seat beneath them. The tremors that wracked her body were violent, her limbs shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure overwhelmed her, leaving her a boneless, trembling mess.

Sevika held her through it, her strokes slowing, becoming shallow, gentle thrusts as Vi's body slowly came down from its high. She watched Vi's face, her expression softening as Vi's breathing evened out, her body going limp and pliant against her.

But Vi was a fucking marvel. Even as boneless as a ragdoll, her body wasn't done. The drug was still a relentless hum in her blood, and her cunt, seemingly with a mind of its own, was still milking Sevika's dick, a series of small, aftershock contractions that were driving Sevika The feel of Vi's tight, wet pussy, still clenching around her, was a sweet, exquisite torture. She needed to move. She needed space to use Vi’s pussy to its limit. She needed to fuck.

"Get up," Sevika growled, her voice a low rumble that vibrated through Vi's chest. She gently nudged a now-whimpering Vi, her hands guiding her limp form. "Turn over. Hands on the seat. Ass up."

Vi complied, her movements slow and clumsy, her body still trembling from the force of her orgasm. She managed to maneuver herself, her knees sinking into the leather, her hands bracing herself on the back of the seat. The position was undignified, almost animalistic, her ass high in the air, her swollen, well-fucked pussy on full display, still dripping with their combined fluids.

Sevika didn't hesitate. She knelt behind Vi, her eyes locked on the magnificent sight before her. Vi's ass was a perfect, heart-shaped masterpiece, that was freckled. Her cunt was a beautiful, glistening mess, her folds swollen and flushed, a dark, wet pink. The sight of her own dick, still hard and slick with Vi's arousal, poised at that glistening entrance was almost enough to make her cum right then and there.

She took a deep breath, trying to rein in her own desperation. She wanted to savor this, to make it last.

She ran a hand over Vi's ass, her fingers tracing the curve of her hip before dipping down to slide through the slick, wet heat of her folds. Vi whimpered, her hips rocking back, a silent, begging plea.

"Please," Vi breathed, her voice a hoarse, desperate whisper. "Please, Sevika, fuck me. I need it so bad."

Sevika grabbed Vi's hips, her grip tight, possessive. She aligned the head of her dick with Vi's slick, waiting entrance and slammed into her, burying herself to the hilt in one hard, punishing thrust.

Vi's cry was a sharp, surprised yelp that was quickly cut off as Sevika began to move, her hips snapping forward, setting a brutal, relentless pace. The car rocked with the force of her thrusts, the sound of their bodies meeting a loud, rhythmic slap that was both violent and deeply, profoundly erotic.

Sevika watched as Vi took her, as her tight, slick pussy stretched to accommodate her, her body moving with the force of her thrusts. Her head was thrown back, a cascade of red hair down her spine, her moans and whimpers a constant, filthy litany that was the most beautiful music Sevika had ever heard.

"You like that?" Sevika ground out, her movements becoming more erratic, her control slipping. "You like my dick splitting you open?"

"Yes! Fuck, yes…”Vi sobbed, her hands gripping the back of the seat so tightly her knuckles were white. "Harder! Please.”

Sevika obliged. She leaned forward, her body blanketing Vi's smaller frame, her teeth sinking into the tender skin of Vi's shoulder. Vi cried out, her body arching back, pushing her ass higher, silently begging for more.

Sevika's mechanical hand moved from Vi's hip to her clit, her cool, metal fingers finding the swollen, throbbing nub with unerring accuracy. She pressed down, hard, a direct, unyielding pressure that was a direct line to Vi's nervous system.

A scream, raw and ragged, was torn from Vi's throat as her sixth orgasm, a violent, cataclysmic event, ripped through her. Her entire body seized, a violent, full-body convulsion that was so powerful it was almost a seizure. Her cunt clamped down on Sevika's dick, a series of powerful, rhythmic spasms.

“Fuck Vi… I’m gonna cum,” Sevika grunted through gritted teeth, trying her hardest to hold back.

Vi, her voice scratchy and deep, said, “inside me,” Vi’s voice was a hoarse, broken whisper, but it was the most forceful, most commanding she had sounded all night. "Do it. Give it to me. I want to feel it."

That was it. The final straw. Sevika's control snapped. She gave one last, brutal thrust, burying herself as deep as she could go. Her back arched, a guttural, primal roar tearing from her throat as her climax hit her, a torrent of hot, thick cum flooding Vi's clenching, spasming cunt. The intensity of it was staggering, a release so powerful it left her gasping, her entire body trembling.

She collapsed forward, her heavy, sweating body blanketing Vi's, her face buried in the crook of Vi's neck, their ragged breathing the only sound in the now-silent car.

For a long, timeless moment, they lay there, a tangled, spent heap of limbs and sweat and cum. The aftershocks continued to ripple through Vi's body, small, involuntary tremors that made Sevika's still-hard dick twitch inside her. The drug was finally starting to wane, its relentless, fire-burning roar settling into a low, satisfied hum. Vi felt a profound, bone-deep weariness, a pleasant, aching exhaustion that was a testament to the incredible, mind-altering sex they had just had.

Sevika, too, felt a deep-seated satisfaction, a sense of peace she hadn't felt in... she couldn't remember how long. She had taken Vi, ruined her for anyone else, and in the process, Vi had undone her. It was a dizzying, terrifying, and utterly exhilarating thought.

Slowly, carefully, Sevika pushed herself up, her softening dick slipping out of Vi with a wet, squelching sound. A fresh gush of their combined fluids followed, dripping down Vi's thigh to puddle on the already fucked up leather seat.

Vi, now that the aphrodisiac subdued, lifted up, and made a silent agreement with Sevika for them both to put their clothes back on. The silence in the car was thick, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Sevika was the first to break it. She started the car, the engine's rumble a sudden, jarring noise in the aftermath of their intense fucking.

Vi gave Sevika her address through a mumble. She barely registered the journey home, her mind still a pleasant, fuzzy blur.

Sevika pulled up to a small, unassuming duplex with a tiny, overgrown front yard. She cut the engine, the sudden silence settling back over them, heavier this time. The streetlights cast long shadows across Vi's face, highlighting the pale skin and the dark circles that were now beginning to form under her eyes. She looked fragile, spent. A stark, beautiful mess.

"I'll walk you to the door," Sevika said, her voice a low rumble that was surprisingly gentle.

Vi just nodded, not trusting her own voice. She fumbled with the door handle, her movements slow and stiff. Every muscle in her body ached in the most wonderful way.

Sevika was by her side in an instant, her large, warm hand resting on the small of Vi's back. Vi fumbled for her keys in her jacket pocket, her fingers still clumsy and uncooperative.

Finally, Vi found the right key and managed to get the door open. She stepped into the dark, cool hallway of her home, the familiar scent of her own life a sudden, jarring reality check after the surreal, mind-altering events of the night.

She turned to face Sevika, who was still standing on the small, concrete porch, her silhouette a looming, powerful figure against the glow of the streetlamp. Sevika, who always had the upper hand, who was always in control, looked... almost hesitant.

"So," she began, her voice gruffer than usual, a sure sign of her discomfort. "This was..."

"Insane?" Vi offered, a small, tired smile playing on her lips. "The best sex I’ve had in my life?"

Sevika let out a short, humorless chuckle, a rough rumble in her chest. "Yeah. All of that." She paused, her gaze dropping to the worn porch boards at her feet before coming back to meet Vi's. The directness of her stare was almost painful in its intensity.

"When can I see you again?" The question was blunt, stripped of any artifice.

Vi's heart did a weird, clumsy flutter in her chest. This was the part she was good at, the part she always fucked up. The morning after. The awkward phone call. But this didn't feel like that. This didn't feel like a one-night stand that was destined to fizzle out. This felt... important. Dangerous.

She leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms over her chest. "Depends," she said, her tone playful, but her eyes were serious, weighing the situation. The magnetic pull of the woman standing on her porch was a force she wasn't sure she had the strength to resist.

"On?" Sevika challenged, her brow furrowed, a flicker of her usual impatience returning. She hated games.

Vi just shook her head, laughing softly. She was in so much trouble. She pushed herself off the doorframe and closed the small distance between them.

"What if I said yes?" Vi asked, her voice barely a whisper. "What if I said come back tomorrow? Or tonight. Right now."

Sevika's breath hitched. The invitation was so tempting, so reckless. Her entire being was screaming at her to take it, to push Vi back into that house, against that door, and fuck her until she was screaming her name again. To feel that impossible, impossibly -tight cunt clamping down on her, to hear those beautiful, filthy sounds Vi made.

But she didn't. she didn't want to fuck anything up with Vi by being greedy.

"Then I'd say I'm a woman who knows a good thing when she's in it," Sevika said, her voice softer than Vi had ever heard it. "And I'd also say you need to sleep. You look like you've been hit by a truck. A really, really satisfying truck."

Vi laughed, a real, uninhibited laugh that made her whole face light up. "Flattery will get you everywhere."

"I'll settle for your number," Sevika replied smoothly. She pulled her phone from her pocket, the bright screen cutting through the darkness between them.

Vi rattled off the digits, and Sevika typed them in, her movements deliberate. A moment later, Vi's own phone buzzed from deep within her jacket pocket. Sevika's name popped up on the screen, accompanied by a single, simple text.

Sevika: Don't be a stranger.

"You either," Vi murmured, her eyes still locked on Sevika's.She leaned forward and pressed her lips to Sevika's. When she pulled back, Sevika's eyes were closed. She took a slow, steadying breath, and when she opened them again, the raw, undisguised hunger was back, but it was layered with something new. Something vulnerable.

"Tomorrow?" Sevika asked, the word a raw, rough-edged plea.

"Busy," Vi said, her tone light, teasing. She leaned back against her doorframe, adopting a casual, dismissive posture she didn't feel. "Got a very important date with my shower. And then my bed. They've been waiting for me all night. And then, you know...work.”

Sevika shook her head, a low chuckle rumbling in her chest. She looked away for a moment, at the dark street, at the sagging power lines, as if gathering her thoughts, or her nerve. When she looked back at Vi, the amusement was gone, replaced by that intense, unnerving focus.

"Then when?" she asked again, cutting through the banter. She wasn't playing anymore. Her hands were shoved deep in her pockets, her shoulders were hunched slightly.

Vi let her squirm for a beat. She enjoyed this far too much. The sight of the normally unflappable Sevika, looking so damn... hopeful.

"I'm free Saturday," Vi said finally, her tone nonchalant, as if she was making a casual, unimportant plan. "Assuming, you know, I can walk by then."

Relief washed over Sevika's features so palpably it was almost comical. "Saturday," she repeated, as if committing the word to memory. "Yeah. Saturday's good."

"What'd you have in mind?" Vi asked, a curious tilt to her head. "Dinner and a movie? Or are you just planning to break a new piece of furniture at your place?"

A slow, predatory grin spread across Sevika's face. The vulnerable man on the porch was gone, and the confident, dangerous woman from the club was back in full force. "I'm thinking my place. The dining room table. I want to spread you out on it and eat you for about three hours."

Vi's breath hitched, her clit giving a sharp, insistent throb at the mental image Sevika's words painted. She swallowed hard. "That's... a date," she managed, her voice a little hoarser than she intended.

"Good," Sevika said, her smile widening. She took a step back, away from the door, a clear signal that she was leaving. "Get some rest, Vi. You're gonna need it."

She turned and walked down the short path to her car without looking back. Vi watched her go, her gaze fixed on the confident roll of Sevika's shoulders, the powerful way she moved. Sevika got in the car, the engine roaring to life. She didn't drive away immediately. She sat there for a moment, her silhouette a dark, imposing figure behind the wheel. Then, with a final, rev of the engine, she peeled away from the curb, the taillights of her car disappearing into the night.

Vi closed the door, leaning her back against it, her legs feeling like they might give out at any second. The silence of her own house closed in around her, a stark, sudden quiet after the overwhelming sensory experience of the last few hours.

She felt the tackiness between her thighs, the dried sweat on her skin, the delicious, all-over ache that was Sevika's signature on her body. A slow, triumphant grin spread across her face.

She was so completely and utterly fucked.

And she couldn't fucking wait for Saturday.

Sorry for being gone for a while. I’ve been busy bc of the holiday. Ahh this is one of my first request! I enjoyed doing this, this one one of the freakier things I’ve written 💛