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I'm back and bring with me the most depraved fluff ever

The quiet whines let out against your neck, feverish skin pressed against yours... You gently soothe down their back, feeling them shiver.

"My tummy hurts..."

FINALLY! IT'S HERE!

Poor Denji...

Vanitas no Carte - ep 08 & 09.

They tense up for a moment and swallow, forcefully, while your tongue keeps exploring them. Your right hand is still softly stroking their tight, full tummy, and sickened heat radiates through their skin and against your palm – their body feels so good. Almost instinctively your hand moves lower again. You can’t help but feel almost sad that you fed them this much, because you doubt there’s enough time anymore to flip them on their stomach and fuck them. They groan into your mouth a bit before you lay the hand to rest on the bed again.

”It’ll feel okay soon. Your tummy will handle it just fine”, you exit the kiss for a second to whisper to them. Before you return to kiss them you take another look at their face: their skin is so green, and you swear you can see one or two sweat droplets running down their forehead.

”I- I feel sick-”, their shaky, weak voice speaks, but you hush them: ”I know, baby. Don’t worry”. Your lips meet once again and they kiss you back a little harder this time – they want it too even though they’re so indisposed. You become more intense, more relentless, and your lips dance over their mouth almost fiercely. They’re still so very gentle, and their mouth is so wet and dreamy, you can’t help it. You’ve never had them like this. All of a sudden they let out a little burp into your mouth; their movements come to a halt. They seem to recover from it quickly enough, but right as you feel them continuing to kiss you again they moan, loud and pained, and pulls away. 

The little shallow sick burps are adorable but what really gets me is when somebody has a sick stomach and they can’t stop letting out huge, deep belches before they can finally start puking

Sangatsu no Lion: Rei sick/fever moments

0:00-0:59 Episode 2

1:00-3:31 Episode 11

A very fun (and lengthy) collab with my good pal @emetoandotherthings​, featuring her Rowan and my Siofra. There’s a lot of buildup, but I promise the payoff is worth it.

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“Aah! Tssss…” Rowan sucked air in through her teeth as she tried to disentangle her leg from the snare. She hadn’t noticed it, clearly, until her foot was being dragged upwards away from her and she’d felt a sear of pain in her ankle. She’d fallen, sprawled out - smacking her face against the protruding roots of an oak tree, and cursed as she felt something hot and sticky on her face, which she was having to pull the wisps of her fringe out of.

These woods weren’t meant to have traps, or snares; trapping wasn’t allowed, which was why it’d be so well hidden within the undergrowth, and it also accounted for why it’d been made out of some semi-razor wire. Rowan’s left ankle was firmly caught in it, and it’d taken her ages to even turn fully enough to get a proper look at it.

Signal was limited, and her satellite phone was tucked into the depths of her backpack, which unfortunately had gone flying as she had, landing too far out of her reach - whenever she strained for it, a stab of pain shot through her ensnared ankle. She’d been lying on the slightly damp ground, trying to figure out just how she could get out, for at least half an hour. The sky over the trees was beginning to turn dusky, and she knew that in not too long the sun would set - leaving her in the dark. Right now, her only hope was that one of her friends would realise she was missing; but even then, how long would it take them to find her here?

To her alarm, she heard approaching footsteps, but they didn’t sound human. Padded paws made the leaves crunch, and a large canine figure burst through the brush.

“Eek!” Rowan flung up  her arms to shield her face, wild panic seizing her chest as for a second she imagined a fox or a wolf pouncing. But then something soft and wet hit the skin of her shielding hands, a lapping tongue which seemed determined to lick every bit of her, and slowly she lowered her hands. A friendly blackish-brown face stared at her, pink tongue lolling out. When her hands moved, the dog quickly leaned in to lick and sniff her face. He sniffed her up and down, giving her ankle a careful examination with his cold, wet nose. He could smell a bit of blood, and he gave a worried whine.

In the distance, more footsteps came crunching through the brush, and this time they seemed to be human. A woman’s voice called out.

“Oi! Finny! Where did you run off to?”

The dog perked up at once, but he stayed by Rowan, barking loudly to get the woman’s attention. Strong hands parted thick branches, and a tall girl with a long orange braid appeared between the trees. She started to say something to the dog, then saw Rowan lying on the forest floor.

“Shit, what happened here?”

“Please - can you get my bag?” Rowan asked, pointing desperately with one hand, while using the other to rub into Finny’s soft fuzz. “My - my ankle…”

The girl nodded, walking over and grabbing Rowan’s bag. “What bastard put a trap out here?” She muttered, mostly to herself. She had to scoot Finny slightly to offer Rowan the bag - he’d taken to standing in front of her like a guard.

“They’re - they’re not meant to put any traps here, I’ll - I’ll have to note down the location to report it,” Rowan said, she was scrambling in her bag, trying to find her wire cutters that she carried about to remove any traps she did find, though they weren’t normally attached to her leg. Her teeth were chattering from the cold and pain. “It’s - it’s… somewhere…”

“What’re ya lookin’ for?”

“I’ve - got wire cutters in here,” Rowan explained, beginning to empty her bag item by item onto the forest floor. The girl held out a hand to stop her.

“I’ve got a multi-tool in my bag. Don’t break your back tryin’ to saw your own leg off.” She knelt down by Rowan’s feet, fishing the tool out of her backpack. “I’ll try to be careful, holler if I hurt ya.”

“I don’t think you can hurt more than this wire does!” Rowan said, closing her eyes and grinding her teeth as she felt the pressure on her ankle causing the wire to cut deeper into her skin. Finny nosed her face, whining in concern while his owner sawed and fiddled with the wire. After a long, painful moment, the snare broke. “Oh God…” As soon as the wire was released, Rowan had enough mobility to turn round and inspect her ankle closer; her jodhpurs had torn where the wire had cut into her skin, and there was blood in multiple forms of dryness around the puncture areas. She didn’t want to pull the imbedded wire out immediately, thinking it may be better to get a look at it somewhere with better light. “Thanks.” She said to the girl who’d freed her.

The girl nodded. “‘Course. I’d be a bit of a bitch if I just left you stuck there.” She grinned. “You got a name, or should I just call you Fresh Meat?”

“Tssss!” Rowan winced as she put her hands to the wire as she tried to move her leg and test putting weight on it. “I’m Rowan…”

“Easy,” The girl held her arms out to support Rowan. “I’m Siofra. I’m also wonderin’ if you live near here?” She ventured hopefully.

“I… not really,” Rowan bit her lip, “I was intending to pitch my tent overnight…”

“Well I live near here, so I guess you’re comin’ to mine. If you’re alright with that, anyway?” Siofra asked, already bending her knees to pick Rowan up. “As long as that’s not a bother - ow!” Rowan began, then recoiled her weight from her leg as she stood up; she gripped onto Siofra’s arm hard to keep herself upright. Siofra responded by sweeping Rowan up into her arms almost effortlessly.

“It’s not.”

“Oh…” Rowan’s head felt the rush of air and she blinked rapidly as she realised what had happened; she could feel her cheeks burning a little, she was so close that she could count the freckles which were beautifully painted across Siofra’s face.

“You don’t mind bein’ carried, do you?” Siofra asked, already following Finny back through the brush and towards a proper trail.

“It doesn’t seem like I’ve got a choice, does it?” Rowan muttered, her face still burning as Siofra carried her with ease.

“Guess not. It just seemed polite to ask.” Siofra walked as steadily as possible, trying not to hurt or jostle Rowan. “What were you doin’ out here, anyway? Hikin’? Campin’?”

“Tracking really,” Rowan muttered. “I’m studying forest management and equestrian studies - I’m doing a module about it.”

“Sounds complicated. You must be smart.” Siofra grinned.

“Not smart enough,” Rowan snorted. “If I’d been smart, I wouldn’t have gotten caught up in a snare!”

Siofra laughed. “Well, that’s more common sense, really. And to be fair, there aren’t supposed to be snares out here.” She scoffed disdainfully. “Savage fuckers think they can hunt anywhere.”

“Yeah, there’s not even much in these woods anymore…” Rowan commented mournfully. “Y'know, I could probably try walking again?”

“Are you sure?” Siofra asked, “You’re not heavy.”

“It’s just - do you know where you’re going?” Rowan asked nervously, seeing the woods while being carried gave a completely different angle than usual.

“Finny does.” Siofra nodded to the dog, who was padding ahead of them confidently. “We hike here all the time, he knows the way home.”

“Ah, good,” Rowan nodded. “Ah!” She’d moved slightly and her ankle gave another twinge.

Siofra’s brows furrowed with concern. “Easy. We’re almost out’o the woods. Literally.”

“Thank god…” Rowan muttered. “I was beginning to think I’d be there all night…”

“Well, don’t worry about that now. My big dumb beast found ya before somethin’ vicious could.” Siofra smiled, and Finny boofed, knowing she was talking about him.

“I’m so, so glad!” Rowan said enthusiastically. “Though I think he probably was just interested in the treats in my bag…”

Siofra laughed. “Maybe. He seems to like ya though. He’s a people person. Wait. Er… a people dog, I guess?”

“Well, he’s my favourite people dog so far!” Rowan giggled.

Finny boofed loudly, as if he knew they were talking about him. Siofra grinned. “I know, good boy. You’ll get a treat when we get home.” He gave an appreciative ruff and kept walking. Before long, Finny led them out of the woods, onto a sidewalk headed towards civilization. Initially Rowan tried to hold herself up, but her neck became tired at holding it in an awkward position, and she found herself leaning her head in towards Siofra’s body.

Siofra didn’t mind being leaned on, strolling down the street rather effortlessly despite having a grown woman in her arms. Her flat was only about a mile from the trail, and in a little over twenty minutes, they made it back to the building. “Hold on tight up the stairs, I don’t wanna drop ya.” Siofra warned.

“I could walk if you wanted me to?” Rowan offered, but at the same time, she tightened her grip around Siofra’s neck.

“Nah, you’re fine.” Siofra trotted up the stairs, holding Rowan tightly. When they got to her floor, Siofra shifted Rowan to be more in one arm, grabbing her keys from the belt loop she’d clipped them on. She had to reach around Rowan to unlock the door, kicking it open once the deadbolt was undone.

The flat wasn’t fancy, but it wasn’t a shithole either. The couch was worn leather, with matching armchairs, all circled around a fair-sized TV. The kitchen was to the left, and past it, a small dining table. There was a hall beyond the living room that led to the bedrooms, but Siofra didn’t go that far just yet. She sat Rowan carefully on the couch.

“Stay put. I’ll get the first aid kit.”

As his owner walked off, Finny trotted over to Rowan, sniffing her curiously. He gave her closer arm a friendly lick.

“Hiya boy,” Rowan stretched out her hand and gave Finny gentle scratches to the top of his head. “I think I’m owe you lots and lots of treats for finding me.”

Finny boofed in excitement. He knew the word ‘treats’ very well. Despite the limited space left, he attempted to climb up on the couch to sit with Rowan. Siofra walked back in just as her dog sat half next to and half on top of her guest.

“Oi! Get down.”

“It’s okay!” Rowan giggled slightly, rubbing her hands into the dog’s fluff. “You deserve all the love for finding me!” She cooed to him. Finny boofed appreciatively and licked her face, snuggling up against her on the couch.

Siofra rolled her eyes. “Spoiled rotten, he is,” she muttered, ruffling his ears nonetheless. “Lemme see your leg. Best to get that taken care of before this idiot gets fur in the wound.” She jerked her thumb towards Finny.

“I can do it, if you’d rather?” Rowan offered. “I’m sure I’ve got a first aid kit in my bag.” She tried to sit up straighter, wincing a little at the pain in the ragged cut.

“I wouldn’t rather, actually. You’re gonna hurt yourself, an’ I have plenty'o first aid shit here. Stay comfortable, I’ll bring a torch to see better.” Siofra’s tone was so stern, Rowan could nearly feel a physical presence holding her down on the couch. Or maybe that was just Finny leaning on her.

Siofra returned after a minute with a flashlight in her fist and a first aid kit under her arm. She scooted Finny out of the way, sitting on the coffee table so she was opposite Rowan. Turning on the flashlight, she leaned in to see the extent of the damage.

“Is it deep?” Rowan asked, peering down towards where Siofra was inspecting her leg. It felt deep, still stinging from the air hitting it.

“Only in a couple spots. Overall, doesn’t look too bad.” Siofra grabbed the disinfectant from the first aid kit. “This is probably gonna sting. Finny’ll let ya hold ‘is hand.”

“It’s okay, I’m used to disinfectant,” she replied, but she petted Finny’s head nonetheless. He licked her arm, while Siofra got to work carefully pulling out the wire and cleaning the cuts.

It took a while, but once they were all disinfected, Siofra asked, “D'ya want to get cleaned up before I bandage ya? If ya don’t have somethin’ to wear, I’ll lend whatever ya need.” That was her tactful way of saying ‘you are coated in sweat and mud and that needs to change.’

“I’ve got some clothes in my bag,” Rowan said, reaching out to grasp the top of her rucksack; she swung her legs round from the sofa, gingerly testing her weight.

Siofra stood up, putting an arm around Rowan to help her stand. “Easy. I don’t want ya fallin’ and crackin’ your head. I’m not that good at first aid.”

“Thanks,” she smiled, “I think I’ll be okay… Um, where should I clean up?”

“My bathroom. I’ve got good shampoo an’ body wash an’ all that shit. This way.” Siofra led her down the hall and opened the bathroom door. “Hang on, I’ll bring you fresh towels.”

“Thank you,” Rowan nodded, still hobbling slightly as she headed towards the bathroom. “I really appreciate it!”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll find somethin’ for us to eat while you shower.” Siofra said. When the bathroom door closed, she went off to the kitchen, pulling a takeaway out of the fridge. Her brothers had apparently brought home curry, and there was plenty left. While that was heating up, she grabbed a treat for Finny, tossing it in the air for him to catch. He scarfed it up at once, giving her pleading eyes in hopes of another.

“No more right now, fat-arse. I’m sure Rowan will give ya some later.”

Finny sighed, flopping down on the kitchen floor right in Siofra’s path. She rolled her eyes and stepped over him.

Rowan towelled her hair dry, looking at herself in the slightly steamed up mirror; it was true, she did feel a lot better now she was cleaned up. She looked down at the cut on her leg, the edges were still ragged, but Siofra had done a fantastic job of cleaning it up. She pulled on her clean clothes, wishing she looked a little less raggedy, but she hadn’t expected to be here. She hadn’t even dreamt that she’d be rescued by a tall, pretty redhead. Although she may have dreamt that in the past… She shook herself back to the current, packed her dirty clothes back into her rucksack before emerging back out into the main part of Siofra’s flat.

Instantly she could smell something cooking and her belly rumbled, she couldn’t remember when she last had something to eat. Siofra turned and smiled at her, while Finny perked up and wagged his tail.

“Hey! I’ve got curry heatin’ up right now. By the time I get your leg wrapped up, it should be ready.” Siofra wiped her hands on a towel, going over to the first aid kit she’d left on the coffee table.

“God, it smells amazing!” Rowan said, her stomach letting out another audible rumble and she felt her cheeks going pink. “Thank you for all this…”

Siofra shrugged. “It’s no trouble. My night was set to be boring. You made it interesting.” She grinned and patted the couch. “C’mon, sit. I need to get ya fixed up.”

Rowan sat down on the sofa, bringing her leg up a little gingerly. “It doesn’t look as bad as I thought it was.”

“That’s good.” Siofra grabbed some gauze and antibiotic ointment. “Tell me if I’m wrappin’ it too tight.”

“Tight is fine,” Rowan smiled, “I’d rather it didn’t fall off!”

Siofra nodded, gently dabbing on the ointment before carefully twisting gauze around Rowan’s ankle. She fastened it snugly and sat up. “That feel alright?”

“That’s great!” Rowan nodded, “thank you. I was beginning to think I was going to be sleeping up there…”

“It’s no trouble. The curry should be ready. You hungry?” Siofra asked.

“Starving!” She agreed vigorously.

“I’ll bring ya some. What d'ya want to drink?” Siofra was already walking into the kitchen, having gotten pretty hungry herself with the smell of curry filling the house.

“Anything! Whatever you’re having, I’ll have,” Rowan replied. “Can I help with anything?”

Siofra laughed and shook her head. “Just rest! You’re injured, and a guest.” She came back with two bowls of curry and two bottles of beer, handing one of each to Rowan as she sat down.

“Thanks,” Rowan nodded, taking a quick swig of the beer and placing it down on the floor next to her feet. “It’s a really nice place you’ve got here… you here yourself?”

“Nah, my brothers live with me. They’re out campin’ or somethin’. Maybe just at the pub, I think they were here earlier.” Siofra shrugged, cracking open her own beer and taking a gulp.

“Ah, that’s cool!” Rowan said, she was digging in to the curry, trying not to eat it too quickly despite the hunger she was feeling. Siofra wasn’t being particularly slow or elegant, happy to just shovel curry in her face in silence for a bit.

“That was amazing,” Rowan leant back in the sofa, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the feeling of having eaten for the first time in hours. Siofra set her own bowl aside, propping up her feet and downing the last of her beer.

“You feelin’ a bit better now?”

“Yeah…” Rowan let out a contented sigh, opening her eyes but not moving from where she was leant back in the sofa. Siofra scooted a little closer, putting an arm around Rowan’s shoulders. A warm mass shifted against their legs as Finny sat down next to the couch. Rowan allowed herself to relax into the groove in Siofra’s shoulder; her heart was beating quicker than normal, and she could feel it thumping against her ribcage. Siofra hadn’t had a chance to shower, so she smelled warm and woodsy, and her hair was falling out of its braid. “I…” Rowan started to talk, but she wasn’t quite sure what she wanted to say. “Are…”

Siofra raised her eyebrows, smirking slightly. “What’s on your mind? I don’t bite… unless ya ask nicely.”

Rowan looked at her, eyes flickering between each of Siofra’s as though trying to gauge something without talking. Then without any warning, Rowan leant forwards - her lips lightly touching Siofra’s before she pulled back, eyes wide. Siofra winked, almost imperceptibly, before pulling Rowan in for a less hesitant kiss. Rowan’s hand moved to the back of Siofra’s neck, the warmth of her skin sending tingling shivers down her spine. When she pulled away, she looked intently at Siofra and said:

“Well, that kinda answers my question…”

Siofra chuckled. “Thought it might. D'ya want another drink? I have more beer, and some decent whiskey.” She offered.

“I’ll have whatever you’re having,” Rowan answered, but her eyes never left Siofra’s face. She felt warm all over, like someone had poured warm water down her spine; the pain in her leg even seemed to have subsided.

Siofra nodded, taking their dishes and empty bottles into the kitchen. She returned a moment later with two new strong beers, cracking them open and offering one to Rowan..

“Thanks,” Rowan accepted it, taking a tiny sip before placing the bottle down as Siofra sat back down onto the sofa. She scooted forwards a little on the sofa so she was closer to Siofa, her head tilted slightly to one side as she watched Siofra.

Siofra took a swig, setting her beer aside and snaking an arm around Rowan’s waist.

“You okay with this?” Rowan muttered, feeling her cheeks going a little pink as she felt the strength of Siofra’s arm holding onto her. She wanted to reach out and hold onto her as well, but first she needed to know that Siofra was fine with it.

“Course I am. You’re cute, an’ not drippin’ blood anymore.” Siofra grinned.

“Always a bonus,” Rowan murmured before leaning in to kiss Siofra again; the sweet, musky smell of her filled Rowan’s nostrils and she closed her eyes, placing her hand gently on Siofra’s waist. Siofra moaned softly, her other hand twisting into Rowan’s hair.  “Mmm… you’re good!” Rowan breathed during a pause from kissing, her eyes opening to lock onto Siofra’s gaze.

“I’ve had lots'o practice.” Siofra had a feeling Rowan didn’t realize how much older she was. Not that she cared. Rowan was clearly legal age to fuck, so what did it matter? She leaned in for another kiss, and Finny shuffled away to the other room. He knew better than to bother Siofra right now.

“Well I like it,” Rowan moved to kiss Siofra’s neck softly, her heart was thumping again, but this time coming from desire rather than fear.

Siofra moaned softly, her hand slinking down Rowan’s side. Her fingers started to slip under the waistband of Rowan’s pants, brushing the sensitive skin near her hip. Rowan took an intake of breath, but then redoubled her effort to kiss every part of Siofra’s neck. Siofra started to slide Rowan’s pants down, but a strange rumbling sensation against her belly made her hesitate. She paused for a second, giving Rowan a worried look.

“Ya feelin’ okay?”

“Um,” Rowan swallowed, a tiny frown on her face. “Yeah…”

“Ya sure?” Siofra asked. Before Rowan could answer, her stomach gurgled again. Siofra pulled her hand out of Rowan’s pants, taking the hand from her hair to feel her forehead. There was no fever, but there was also no mistaking the noisy swell of Rowan’s belly as feeling well. “That doesn’t sound good.”

“I’m just kinda… uncomfortable,” Rowan said, shifting a little. “Sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry. What can I do to help?” Siofra asked, one hand already moving towards Rowan’s stomach.

“I… I dunno, maybe I just ate too much or something?” Rowan replied, turning a little and revealing a slight bulge of her stomach.

“Want a water? Ginger ale? Tums?” Siofra’s eyes were focused on Rowan’s belly, which was taut and gurgling.

“I - um, nah…” Rowan breathed, “maybe just some water, if that’s okay?”

“Yea, ‘course…” Siofra hurried off the couch, returning with a glass of water. “Ya coulda told me if ya weren’t feelin’ well. I’m not mad or nothin’.”

“I didn’t really… realise?” Rowan accepted the water and took a small sip, using her other hand to rub across her stomach slightly.

Siofra nodded understandingly. “Bit distracted, maybe?” She chuckled.

“In a really good way,” Rowan agreed, then she grimaced slightly, her hand resting on her stomach. Siofra scooted closer again.

“I could rub your belly?” She offered.

“I - would you?” Rowan asked, looking slightly pleadingly at Siofra.

“Course. Here… sit in my lap.” Siofra spread her legs, making room for Rowan to nestle between them.

“Really?” She said, but she didn’t hesitate to move so she was in between Siofra’s legs; she rested her hands onto Siofra’s thighs, feeling the powerful muscles of them. Siofra’s arms wrapped around Rowan, one lifting her shirt and the other resting on her bloated stomach. It gurgled under Siofra’s touch, and she rubbed slow, steady circles around Rowan’s navel. “Ohhh…” Rowan breathed out, goosebumps were rising on her arms, and she leant her head back into Siofra’s shoulder. “That’s nice…”

“Good. Tell me what to do. Higher, lower, softer, harder. Whatever helps.”

“That’s just perfect,” Rowan murmured, breathing slowly in and out, her stomach still burbling as she felt the warm skin of Siofra’s hand rubbing gently. Siofra’s chin rested in the crook of her neck, humming softly while she massaged Rowan’s aching belly. They sat in contented quiet for a while, until a particularly nasty gurgle made Siofra pause.

“You okay?”

“Brruuuaaaarp!” Siofra felt the jerk of Rowan’s stomach as she burped; Rowan’s hand jumped up to her mouth. “Excuse me!”

“You’re fine. Let it out. Might help ya feel better,” Siofra advised. She went back to rubbing Rowan’s belly.

“Mm… I’m not sure,” Rowan’s voice sounded a little wobbly as she replied.

“D'ya feel sick?” Siofra asked, trying to sound worried rather than excited.

“Mm… lil bit,” Rowan said, moving forwards a little, not realising that Siofra’s hand was still on her stomach as she clamped her own hand to it. Siofra’s hand pressed into Rowan’s belly as she moved, and she hastily loosened her grip.

“Hold on, I have a bin under the side table…” Siofra stretched and reached under the table until she produced a small plastic bin.

“Oh god… sorry,” Rowan mumbled, she was wriggling a little.

“You’re fine, really.” Siofra set the bin in Rowan’s lap, smoothing her hair back and rubbing her belly again. “Just let it out. Burp, spew, whatever happens. You’re fine.”

“Oh man, I’ve caused you so much trouble…” Rowan moaned, leaning forwards slightly.

“I’m not bothered. I promise.” Siofra tied Rowan’s hair back, leaning in and kissing her neck. “Just do what ya need to. Get it out. Feel better.” She rubbed Rowan’s belly with one hand, the other caressing up and down her back.

“Ugh,” Rowan coughed, her stomach was bubbling fiercely inside her and she could feel a sweat breaking out across her forehead. She coughed again, which turned into a shallow gag. “Ugh, this is gross…”

Siofra gave her back a firm pat. “I’m not bothered. Get it out. You’ll be okay.” She continued to rub Rowan’s belly, putting a subtly increasing pressure on the gurgling swell.

“Brruuuaarrp!” The burp was deep, but it was empty and Rowan moaned a little again. “Oh god, my tummy hurts…”

“Mm, poor thing…” Siofra kissed Rowan’s neck and collarbone, rubbing between her shoulders and massaging her belly. She felt a warm flush in her cheeks, arousal tingling deep in her abdomen, but she was doing her best to stay focused on caretaking. A deep, sick burble came from the depths of Rowan’s belly, tearing out of her throat as a gurgling belch. Siofra hummed sympathetically, cupping the underside of Rowan’s bloated stomach, pressing in and up just as it rumbled again.

“Uugh,” Rowan groaned again, letting out a long exhale. “Can… bruuup!” She rested her head back into Siofra for a moment. “Push my stomach?”

Siofra couldn’t hide a tiny moan, but she didn’t even care. “Mmm… gladly.” Her hand on Rowan’s shoulder moved slowly around to cup her stomach, rubbing the underside tenderly, while the hand already on her belly pressed forcefully into the tender bloat.

“Rrruuuarrrp!” The burp was deeper, wetter, but still didn’t bring anything up; Rowan whimpered again, leaning further forwards, forcing Siofra’s hand deeper into her stomach.

Siofra squeezed Rowan’s belly with both hands, sinking as deeply into the soft, warm skin as possible. She could feel the contents of Rowan’s stomach sloshing angrily, bubbles of gas making it rumble and groan.

“Uhhh, I feel so sick…” Rowan mumbled wetly, spitting a little into the bin in her lap.

Siofra shivered slightly, raising one hand towards Rowan’s lips. “Open your mouth.” She said, her voice firm and commanding. Her other hand continued to massage Rowan’s belly, kneading at the gurgly spots and rubbing in firm circles.

“Oh… okay,” Rowan submitted, feeling Siofra’s fingers at her mouth.

Siofra snaked two fingers past Rowan’s lips, pressing down on the back of her tongue. She felt Rowan’s stomach lurch, throat tightening around her fingers, and she pressed in and up on Rowan’s belly again.

“H’rrrrllleeeeuuurrrkk!” Rowan heaved harshly, saliva dripped from her lips, but nothing came up yet. “Ugh…”

“Put the bin between your feet.” Siofra leaned against Rowan, guiding her to lean forward more. She pulled her fingers out of Rowan’s mouth, but continued to rub and squeeze her stomach. It bubbled and groaned under her touch, and as Rowan bent over, it forced Siofra’s hand deeper into her tender, gurgling stomach.

“Uuurrrkkklllll-hhhhhuuuaarrk!” A small splatter of sick forced up Rowan’s throat and into the plastic bin.

“There ya go. Good girl.” Siofra slipped her fingers back into Rowan’s mouth, reaching in as far as she could. She held them in place as Rowan gagged, squeezing her stomach and fingering her throat in the same rhythm.

“Uuuuhh -hhh’kkkuuuuaaahhuurrlll!” Rowan felt her stomach practically straining against Siofra’s hand, and her throat squeezing tight, trying to reject her fingers from her mouth, but the only thing that happened was a large gush of puke coming up from her belly.

Siofra eased up for a moment, pulling out her fingers and kneading a deep belch out of Rowan’s belly. “There ya go… let’s see if it comes up easier now you’ve started…” Without further warning, she gave Rowan’s stomach a powerful squeeze - it had had a chance to swell back out when Siofra relaxed, so the pressure was immense as her belly was pressed in again.

“Rrrrruuurrrkkkrrruuuuuaaaaa- huh!” Rowan choked, bringing up another gurgle of sick; her eyes were streaming as she coughed and spluttered again.

Siofra offered a tissue from the coffee table, using another to wipe off her fingers so she could rub Rowan’s back. Once Rowan had dried her eyes, Siofra braced one hand on her back, rubbing firm circles into her stomach. “You’re doin’ great. Let’s be sick again, alright?” She forced her palm deep into the rumbling flesh, and as expected, it coaxed up a deep belch and a splatter of puke. Siofra rubbed Rowan’s back and belly in tandem, kissing her neck and mumuring reassurances. “Good girl. How’s your belly?” She could feel Rowan’s tormented stomach, bloated and gurgling into her palm, but she wanted to hear it.

“Y-you….” Rowan struggled, her throat was still tensing, and she could feel her gut turning over and over with Siofra’s palm against it. “Bruuuallch!” She heaved forwards, she could feel her stomach trying desperately to eject, and tears were dripping down her cheeks. “You - enjoying this?”

Siofra felt her face flare red - she’d gotten a bit lost in the moment. She instinctively loosened her grip, ready to pull away. “I… er… yea. It’s not… I don’t want ya to feel sick… it’s just… hot that you do.” She groaned in embarrassment, having no idea how to explain herself.

“Push harder…” Rowan groaned, her head lolling forwards over the bucket.

For a fraction of a second, Siofra was shocked. As she processed Rowan’s plea, however, a sultry smirk spread across her face. She leaned in close again, her chest pressed against Rowan’s back, and both her arms snaked around the sick girl’s waist. Siofra cupped one hand under the bottom swell of Rowan’s belly, and she could feel the heft of every nauseous rumble. Her other hand rested just over the navel, at the heart of the sick, roiling sea. She pressed firmly in with both hands, feeling Rowan’s stomach contract and the contents surging upward.

“Hmmmmmmbbbllllluuuuuuaaarrrrccchhh!” A huge rush of sick came rocketing up Rowan’s throat, pouring from her nose and mouth, spraying the bin and a bit of the floor; her stomach clenched, then relaxed slightly, then clenched again as she coughed more puke up.

“Ooh, that was a rough one…” Siofra’s breath was warm on Rowan’s neck, and she kneaded her hands into Rowan’s gurgling gut. It forced up a deep, wet belch, and Rowan gagged, her stomach lurching and her tongue lolling slightly out of her mouth.

“You’re doin’ great.” Siofra reassured her. Her upper hand pressed lightly into Rowan’s belly, making her belch again. The lower hand rubbed slow, sensuous circles on the gurgling underside of Rowan’s stomach, fingers brushing soft, sensitive skin at the bottom of every stroke.

“Uuuuuhh… how much more?” Rowan moaned, burping just a little, another tiny splash of vomit falling past her lips.

“I’m not sure. D'ya feel like there’s more in you?” Siofra asked. Her touch was gentle for now, tracing tantalizing circles on Rowan’s lower belly, and softly squeezing her stomach to force out burps.

“My stomach really hurts…” She mumbled, spitting the bad taste out of her mouth; leaning back against her and allowing her hand to rub gently across her belly. “Is it still swollen?”

“Yea. Not as bad as before, but it doesn’t feel happy.” Siofra stopped pressing on Rowan’s stomach, allowing the aching dome to smooth out under her palm. She rubbed soothing circles on the expanse of Rowan’s belly, while her other hand snaked down into Rowan’s waistband.

“Mmmm…” Rowan hummed, her head leaning back to fit into the groove of Siofra’s shoulder, “so what happens next?”

“I’ll help ya feel better.” Siofra murmured, nipping at Rowan’s neck and shoulder. Her fingers crept between Rowan’s legs, rubbing her tauntingly through her panties.

“Hhmmmm!” Rowan shivered, pushing back against Siofra and closing her eyes; even despite the tenderness of her belly, she couldn’t help but feel good at the touch of Siofra’s fingers. Siofra continued to play with Rowan through her panties, the other hand running lightly over her stomach, tracing gentle patterns on the taut, sensitive skin. “That’s - hic! - teasing…”

“And what’re you gonna do about it?” Siofra smirked, tweaking one of Rowan’s nipples between belly rubs. Rowan gave a tiny moan as Siofra’s fingers seemed to be imbibed with a magic sensuality; she shivered slightly.

“That’s not fair… I can’t - do anything like this…” She mused.

“You can beg.”

“Oh, come - hic! - on..” Rowan hiccuped unexpectedly, and put her hand back to her belly; she leant back into Siofra’s shoulder turning her head slightly so she could kiss Siofra’s cheek. Siofra smirked, rubbing Rowan’s belly tenderly. Her other hand traced along Rowan’s inner thigh, threatening to finally slip inside her panties. “P-please?” Rowan had closed her eyes, breathing heavily as she pushed against Siofra’s hand.

“Well, since you asked nicely.” Siofra grinned, sliding her fingers under the waistband of the panties, rubbing back and forth over Rowan’s clit.

“Hmmmm-aaahh!” An involuntary shudder shot through Rowan and she seemed to writhe slightly at Siofra’s touch. Siofra nipped and kissed at Rowan’s neck, fingers working deftly over her clit. Her other hand slid lightly over Rowan’s aching stomach, fingers barely more than a whisper on the sensitive skin. “Oohhhhh…” Rowan let out a gasping breath, pushing against Siofra; she could still feel the unpleasant aching of her stomach, but it was eclipsed by Siofra’s touch.

Siofra’s fingers trailed slowly up Rowan’s stomach, cupping and squeezing her breast. Her other hand continued to work between Rowan’s legs, and her teeth grazed Rowan’s neck.

“You’re still teasing!” Rowan shivered again, twisting slightly as the sensation was almost overwhelming. Siofra smirked.

“Am I?” She slipped her fingers inside Rowan in one swift movement, arcing them at just the right spot.

“Aahaaaaa!” Rowan’s eyes closed as her back arched involuntarily, and her breath seemed to fizzle out from her. Her free hand was gripping onto Siofra’s thigh, squeezing and releasing. Siofra’s fingers thrust swiftly in and out, hitting the sweet spot with every inward stroke. Her other hand squeezed Rowan’s breast, tweaking her nipples. “Oh.. god…” Rowan breathed, she was trembling against Siofra now.

Siofra sped up her pace, thrusting fiercely as Rowan squirmed in her lap. Her own heart was pounding, arousal burning in her core. Rowan reached her arm up, managing to hook her hand behind Siofra’s neck as she tried to avoid bucking her hips too strongly. Siofra continued to finger her, and she could hear Rowan’s breathing quicken as she came close to climax. Finally, Rowan exploded with a deep moan, her back arching as her body radiated with pleasure. She went limp as it wore off, leaning back against Siofra with a dopey sigh.

Running her fingers through Rowan’s hair, Siofra kissed gently at her neck and jaw. The hand that had been at her breast returned to her belly, rubbing in slow, gentle circles. “How’re ya feelin’?”

Rowan was still panting slightly, her bare flesh covered in goosebumps; Siofra’s hand was back on her stomach, and as she took a breath in, it caught in her throat:

“Brrruup! Oh - excuse me!” She said, but she smiled at the same time. Siofra chuckled.

“You’re fine. If you’re still feelin’ rough, I could make tea and run ya a bath. Hot water might help your belly cramps.” She offered, tracing slow circles on the tender flesh of Rowan’s stomach. The light pressure coaxed up another belch, followed by a groan.

“Mmmmn… would you be joining me in that bath?” Rowan asked, turning her head to look at Siofra.

“If ya want.” Siofra smirked - it was clearly what she wanted.

“Absolutely!” Rowan replied, then grinned rather sheepishly, as though she was being too eager.

“Alright. Let’s get you a bath then. I probably need to clean up anyway, been trudgin’ ‘round the woods all day.” Siofra scooped Rowan up without even thinking, carrying her to the bathroom and setting her on the edge of the tub before turning on the tap. “What kinda tea d'ya want?”

“Do you have lemon?” Rowan asked.

“I do. Be right back.”

Siofra returned as the bath was growing deep, a big, steaming mug clasped in her hands. “Ya want bubbles?” She asked, handing the mug over.

“Whatever you like,” Rowan answered; she was watching Siofra as she moved around, her eyes never leaving the redhead. It only took a few swift movements for Siofra to strip, her chest bouncing as she pulled her shirt off. She tossed her clothes to the floor, not caring about them right now, and set out a few fluffy towels for when they were done. She drizzled some soap into the hot water, milk and honey scent warming the room as it foamed. Her chin rested on the crook of Rowan’s neck.

“Ya gonna strip for me?”

“Am I not allowed to admire the view first?” Rowan said cheekily, setting her mug down before beginning to pull off her top; she was still gingerly putting weight on her injured leg as she removed her panties.

Siofra chuckled. “I suppose ya are.” She sat on the closed lid of the toilet, crossing her ample thighs and leaning back so that her breasts were in full view. She stretched and turned, showing off the freckles covering nearly every inch of her body. They were sparser around the areas her swimsuit would cover, but there were no distinct tan lines - she sunbathed shamelessly when the weather permitted.

“Wow,” Rowan breathed, her lips twitching into a rather large smile. “Just… wow!”

“Like what ya see?” Siofra smiled back, standing up and wrapping her arms around Rowan’s waist. “Looks even better with some bubbles.”

“I like… I definitely like,” Rowan breathed, leaning in against Siofra’s warm bare flesh as she placed a gentle kiss on her lips. Siofra kissed her back, lifting her up and stepping into the tub. The foam parted as she sat down, holding Rowan in her lap. “Mmmm… this is so nice.” Rowan mumbled. “You’re so nice…”

“Only to people I like.” Siofra said, grabbing a claw clip she kept in the shower caddy to pin up Rowan’s hair. “Just washed this, ya don’t wanna get it wet again. Mine, though… needs washin’.” She chuckled. She could feel Rowan’s weight against her, warm and steady and relaxed. Her arms wrapped loosely around the blonde’s waist, and she cupped her hands under Rowan’s tender belly. “How’re ya feelin’?”

“Mm… I’m okay,” Rowan replied, feeling Siofra’s hands at her stomach. “Still a bit…” She shrugged as though this would convey her meaning.

Siofra nodded. “Drink your tea. I’ll rub your belly.” Her voice was soft, but it wasn’t a suggestion. Her fingers spread out, strong and nimble, and she rubbed slowly over the bloated expanse of Rowan’s belly. It rumbled softly, whining and bubbling under her touch, and Siofra couldn’t contain a soft moan.

“You - you like?” Rowan said, taking another sip of her tea as the warmth both inside and outside her body seemed to be building up.

“I do. I love the sounds. And you feel… so nice.” Siofra murmured, her lips pressed against Rowan’s neck. She rubbed one hand in circles over Rowan’s belly, while her other fingers found soft spots where belly met hip and thigh.

Rowan could feel her cheeks blushing at this, closing her eyes as Siofra’s kiss pressed to her skin.  “Brruuuurrp!” The belch crept out before Rowan could control it, the warmth all around her was making her belly feel a little tight again.

“Oh, that sounded rough. How’s your belly?” Siofra asked, her voice breathy with excitement. Her fingers caressed Rowan’s inner thigh, and she continued to massage her bloated stomach.

“Ohhh… it - urrp! - hurts a bit,” Rowan leant her head back, her own hand going to her belly, accidentally touching Siofra’s hand. “Brrrrrrrrrrruuurrrp!”

Siofra rubbed her thumb over Rowan’s hand. “Can I help?” She asked, never pausing the belly rubs.

“I - um,” Rowan hiccupped slightly, then shifted a tiny bit. “I think - ‘m maybe gonna…”

“Be sick? You’re alright.” Siofra soothed, taking her hand off Rowan’s thigh to lean her forward and rub her back. “We can rinse off after,” she said, pressing Rowan’s stomach gently as she felt it gurgle.

“Ooouuhh…” The movement from leaning forwards made Rowan’s stomach feel even more uncomfortable. “Oh, uuurrrhhp!” She heaved gently as Siofra had braced her forwards, able to feel her hand against the tender bulge of her belly.

“There ya go, you’re doin’ fine…” Siofra rubbed firmly between Rowan’s shoulder blades, giving her belly a stronger squeeze. “Go ahead an’ let it out.”

“Nnnhhggg,” Rowan groaned, closing her eyes, as she let her mouth open - waiting. “Bblluuuuuaark!” A small gulp caused some of the tea that Rowan had drunk to come back up, splashing down her front, and she could feel her stomach cramping tightly.

“Good, deep breaths.” Siofra murmured, giving Rowan a firm thump on the back. She loosed her hand from Rowan’s belly for a moment, allowing it to swell out before pressing her palm deeply and swiftly into her gut.

“Blllllaaaa-hhhhhhuuuuuuaarrrggg!” Rowan’s stomach tensed inwards as another gush of sick rocketed up, pouring from her mouth uncontrollably, then she gasped and gulped as she tried to get a breath in.

Siofra held her steady, rubbing Rowan’s back and stomach in tandem as she gagged and sputtered. “You’re good, you’re alright…” she murmured, giving Rowan’s back another pat when she coughed.

“Oh… hhuuurrrk!” She brought up a further splash of sick; Siofra’s hands were gentle and reassuring at the same time, and Rowan felt utterly exhausted. Siofra hummed soothingly, squeezing Rowan’s stomach again. “Oooh… I’m - so - empty…”

“Think you’re done? Or still feelin’ sick?” Siofra asked, rubbing her shoulder. Rowan let out a small, wet belch, but there was nothing left in her to throw up.

“D-done…” She agreed, nodding her head a little.

“Alright, then let’s clean up. I’ll take ya to bed an’ rub your belly after.” Siofra grabbed her soap from the shower caddy, hoping the strong sweet scent wouldn’t be too nauseating as she scrubbed the remnants of bile off Rowan’s front.

“Mmm… thank you,” Rowan said, giving a gentle sigh as she realised how tired she was after such a long and rather eventful day. Siofra lathered the soap all over Rowan’s body, spending perhaps more time than necessary fondling her breasts and belly. She massaged Rowan’s tender stomach, coaxing up a few queasy belches and gently squeezing her breasts. “Mmmnnngguuugh…” Rowan groaned slightly, relaxing her head back against Siofra.

Siofra worked slowly and steadily, lathering Rowan up and rinsing her off. She eventually drained the tub, running a bit of fresh water to rinse off any remnants of soap and sick. Scooping Rowan up, Siofra wrapped her in a fluffy towel and got another one for her hair. After loosely toweling off, Siofra tucked a towel around her own waist, asking, “D'ya want me to blow-dry your hair, or ya wanna just go to bed?”

“Are you comin’ to bed with me?” Rowan mumbled, watching Siofra’s lean arm poised on her hip.

“Course I will.” Siofra grinned. “So, hair dry or just bed?”

“Mmmm… just bed,” Rowan decided after a moment.

“I can do that. C'mon, I’ve got nice blankets.” Siofra scooped Rowan up without hesitation, only unwrapping her towel to set her in a soft blanket. Rowan reached out almost instinctively, her thin fingers closing around Siofra’s wrist.

“You’re definitely coming, yeah?”

“Course.” Siofra tossed her towel to the ground, taking the clip out of her hair and shaking her curls loose. She plunked down on the side of the bed, her ass inches from Rowan as she leaned over to turn off the lamp.

Rowan reached her hand, gently touching the skin of Siofra’s back -stroking across it gently. “Thank you.”

“It’s no trouble. I had a great night. I’m just sorry you’re feelin’ poorly.” With the lights off, Siofra flopped down on the bed next to Rowan. “Comfortable?”

“Mmm, very…” Rowan replied, moving so she was closer to Siofra in  the bed. Siofra slung an arm around Rowan’s waist, pulling her close until they were chest to chest. Despite the hard muscles of her arms, Siofra’s body was soft, and she smelled like the sweet, milky soap they had used. Rowan closed her eyes, relaxing into Siofra, and sighed lightly.

“Get some rest. I’ll be here when ya wake up.” Siofra said, yawning and cozying up.

“Thank you…” Rowan mumbled, enjoying the softness and warmth all around her.

“Course. Sleep well.” Siofra’s voice was growing heavy with sleep, and her eyes were already closed.

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Blair had been chosen by the gods of sleep. She had been given a task – a task only she could complete. It was of dire importance that she answers her calling, for no one else could accomplish what the heavens asked of her. It was imperative that she not move a muscle because Dakota had chosen her shoulder to nap on.

She felt honoured that he chose her for such a mission…she also felt a little sore because he was putting all his weight onto her shoulder. They were already halfway through the movie and Dakota had fallen asleep a few minutes after the opening credits. He was starting to get heavy and she really wanted to stretch her arm.

Regardless, she remained in her position, careful not to wake her boyfriend because he looked so cute. His hair hung in front of his face, so she moved a few strands behind his ear. Her blond hair was also down and draped across her chest. She liked looking at the contrast between her platinum locks and his dark chocolate ones. They swirled together like a Hershey hug, all warm and soft as they sat under the blankets.

It was late, and normally Blair would be passed out next to Dakota, with both of them keeping the other from falling, but she was on a sugar high. Wrappers from Christmas chocolates and empty cups of peppermint hot chocolate littered the coffee table. Even as she sat watching the sappy holiday movie, she was sucking on a candy cane. Blair wasn’t sure how Dakota had fallen asleep, given that he ate more sweets than her, but there he was, snoring like a train headed for the north pole. Perhaps his high had come and gone, and he was knee-deep in the inevitable crash that followed.

She sighed happily, mindlessly tracing patterns onto Dakota’s legs. Soon, her eyelids too began to shut. She rested her head against Dakota’s and allowed her consciousness to drift away. Just as the sound of the movie started turning to gibberish, she was quickly brought back to reality by a jolt. Her whole body jumped as Dakota hiccuped in his sleep. He was so nestled into her that when the spasm seized his chest, she came along for the ride.

Blair huffed and twisted her neck to look down Dakota. Surprisingly he was still asleep. His face was scrunched up into a tight ball that didn’t look too peaceful. His breathing had gotten shallow. Each laboured exhale blew a strand of hair away from his nose which barely had time to fall back down before a puff of air blew it back.

She continued to watch him sleep, as if he were a puppy chasing cars in his dreams. Just after Blair kissed his temple, his breath hitched in his chest as another hiccup disrupted his sleep. Dakota remained in his restless state but started to fidget. He wore a pained expression, momentarily making Blair wonder whether she should wake him. She decided against it because he really did look tired.

After a few moments of nothing eventful happened, Blair returned her attention to the tv. It didn’t last long though because Dakota hiccuped again, which was followed by a deep gurgle emanating from his belly. He whined in his sleep and grimaced.

Blair mirrored his expression, only because his stomach sounded rather upset. Dakota looked sweaty and uncomfortable, so Blair threw aside the blankets covering their bodies. She lifted up his shirt to rub his stomach and found his abdomen to be bloated and taut.

Blair sucked air through her teeth at the poor sight of her boyfriend suffering while he slept. She started to rub soothing circles across his warm belly. Beneath her palm, she could feel his stomach slosh around as it continued to gurgle and churn. She hoped that his stomach, as well as his hiccups, would settle down soon enough.

Once a couple of minutes had passed without any distressing sounds coming from Dakota, Blair started to relax. Everything was fine now. Nonetheless, she kept tracing light circles with her fingertips into Dakota’s tight skin.

In his sleep, Dakota shifted a bit, but kept his head resting on Blair’s shoulder. He nuzzled closer into her neck, and made a strange sound deep in his throat. It sounded like a mix between a burp and a groan. Blair was about to knead her fingers into his belly more aggressively, but a loud gurgle made her hesitate. She lifted her hand in apprehension. His belly churned and she heard food being sloshed around in his stomach.

Dakota moaned in his sleep just before a final hiccup shook his chest. This spasm got caught in his throat, and came out sounding like a wet burp. Blair frowned but didn’t think to move. Suddenly, Dakota burped, which sent up a gush of partly digested candy from his sick belly. He choked up the sticky sick, watching as it all went cascading down Blair’s shoulder. Her snow-white hair was quickly given a sick candy-coating as Dakota heaved up another mouthful of vomit.

Blair yelped and tried to break free from being pinned by her boyfriend. She moved aside, careful not swing her head too widely or else her hair would hit her face. She didn’t dare look down at the mess covering her left-side, but she could still smell it.

Blair breathed threw her mouth while catching Dakota who was falling over. He was still emerging from his sleep, and he looked incredibly disoriented. With her hands holding both of his shoulders, Blair kept Dakota from face planting in the couch.

She helped him stay upright while a sludge of vomit fell passed his lips. “I’ve got you, Kota. Try to breathe.”

Dakota retched and spat sickly tendrils of saliva. He clutched his chest while his poor stomach purged itself of everything he had eaten that night. In between waves, he spoke with a thick voice as if his throat was glued with bile. “…Hurts hic…Ugh.”

Tears of exertion leaked from Dakota eyes, and Blair could do nothing but hold his hair away from his mouth. “I know, babe. Just get it all up.”

A deep belch rumbled up Dakota’s chest, sending up a massive wave of puke that splattered on the couch. “Oh God…” He spat away chunks of food while gagging emptily.

Dakota heaved up thick ropes of bile and saliva before finally getting a chance to catch his breath. He was breathing heavily and hugging his aching belly while Blair wiped the sweat off his forehead with her sleeve.

He exhaled deeply while shaking his head. “I’m sorry. I don’t know where that came from.”

“Your belly sounded really upset while you slept.” Blair helped him up so that he didn’t get vomit anywhere else. “How are you feeling now?”

“Sore, but empty.” Dakota gladly took Blair’s help and together they walked to the bathroom. He sat on the edge of the tub while Blair fussed about him. He inwardly cussed himself upon seeing the damage done to Blair’s shoulder. “God, look at your hair. I’m so sorry.”

She swatted his hand away. “Nothing a little shower can’t fix.” She kissed Dakota on the head and reached behind him to run the tap. “Now strip for me.”

“Yes, Master.”

At first when Nina texted me she was feeling sick, I thoughtit was just foreplay. But when I asked if she wanted alcohol or anything andshe texted me back that she was already sick enough, I realized she mightactually be serious.

“There’s been a stomach bug @ my work”, she sent me, “thinkI have it. Come over?”

And just like that, I was on my way, with a couple extraprovisions.