Page 7 of Neon Pestilence
“Tommy over there took one about forty minutes ago, and he’s still standing sooo…maybe.” He raises his arms in anI don’t knowkind of shrug.
“I think we should just say fuck it,” Tini interjects. “Like we’re all pretty good with drugs, and if anything starts to happen, we have our emergency kits, each other, and the support squad in case shit gets too crazy.” She trails off on a tangent, going back and forth with a couple of the other people in the group.
After a few minutes of heavy deliberation, we all but one, the self-appointed safety monitor, grab a tab and decide to unanimously sayfuck it.
We do a mock cheers, and place the tablets on our tongues, swallowing them before taking a sip of our drinks. My eyes bolt to a tree behind Tommy, drawn to something I can’t quite explain, like all the energy shifted to that exact spot.
Standing there behind a tree, almost invisible, is something. It looks like a person, but their face is distorted.
They look like they walked straight out of the 17th century. Covered from head to toe in black, but the oddest part is their mask. It hides their face. Sunken sparkling eye holes above a long curved beak that protrudes almost a half a foot, if not more, from their head.
They’re there for just a split second, but it was enough, and now I want to know more.
They say curiosity killed the cat, and if that’s the case, I’m fucking feral.
Chapter 7
The Doctor
Iwatch her as she takes the pill.My Euphorium. Her throat works around it like a good little patient, swallowing it whole.
My eyes don’t leave her, even as she notices my presence. Even when her gaze lingers too long. Instead, I follow.
She makes her way through the crowd. Her movements are light but mesmerizing. It’s like she’s an extension of every beat, every bass line mirroring the gentle sway of her hips.
I move deeper into the crowd, catching her red-rimmed eyes searching for me as she goes. What a curious little one.
Before long, she’s made it to the rail. She’s got a front row seat and I’m about to make it even better. Within moments, I’mbehind her. She continues to dance, blissfully unaware of what’s about to come.
Her thick hips move in circles, matching the quick rhythm ofDreamin by Dom Dolla. And fuck me sideways, this girl has me thinking I’m dreaming.
I’m right behind her now, her barely clothed ass rubs against my robes, and I can feel every nerve in my body coming alive. Placing my hand on her waist, I let her guide our movements. Matching her rhythm.
She leans her head back into me, and I know the drug has fully taken over. I trail my right hand down, caressing her thick, tight ass. She releases a soft moan, barely loud enough for me to hear over the thousands of watts of bass. My cock responds almost instantly.
Something cracks inside of me, something new and different. I run my hand up her spine, my leather-bound fingers feather light. With one hard thrust, I push her shoulders toward the rails, bending her at the waist. Reaching around with my other hand, I slide it up her skirt, finding her sensitive nub hidden beneath those tiny shorts.
My little patient is already ready for me.
I smirk to myself and begin to rub slow, little circles. She pushes into me, throwing her left arm up and behind her, she grabs me around my neck and grinds back into me. Her cute little mushroom hat falls to the ground.
She’s caught in a web of passion and music. And I’m not letting her leave. I can feel her pulse in her pussy, or maybe it’s the bass.
I continue my assault on her center until the music switches to something a little more fast-paced. Pushing her shorts to the side, I push my gloved finger into her. Fuck me. She’s so fucking tight. I breathe out heavily, my heart rate rising with each second that passes.
The people around us continue to dance, completely unaware of what’s going on around them. And for once, I feel the euphoria that they do.
I add another finger, moving in and out of her tight hole with each beat. Making sure shereallyfeels the music inside her.
Her walls start to pulse around me as she nuzzles her head into the crook of my masked neck, being careful to tuck herself under my beak. I can feel her tightening around my digits just as the DJ’s on stage speed up the music, building it up for the perfect drop.
A breath of silence, before everything shifts.
It all hits at once as an orgasm crashes over her; her walls clench around my fingers as I milk every last drop of pleasure out of her. She falls back into me, and I wrap my free hand around her waist, gripping her hip tightly to keep her standing.
Lasers flash brightly as the screen on the stage displays some psychedelic art. Bodies move around us, covering our mess from prying eyes.
Taking advantage of her sex-filled state, I remove my fingers and reach into the bag hiding under my robes. I shuffle around for just a second until I can feel the smooth bottle. Reaching around her, I crack the top off the metal rail in front of us.
