Chapter 11
Indy
My body is a live-wire, acid flowing through my bloodstream, making everything so much more fucking intense.
The Doctor stands above me, working me from the inside out as his gloved hand caresses the breast closest to him.
I moan out loud, the sound barely heard above the music surrounding the tent.
You sing so pretty for me.
His voice fills my head as the deep bass notes fuel his assault. He matches his pace with the vibrations flooding through the tent. It’s the perfect blend of music and passion.
My hips buck as my body is pushed closer to the edge. His assault takes its toll on me quicker than I expected as fire begins to burn in my core, my words becoming less coherent. “Ple- Fu- Ahh, yes.”
It seems like an eternity passes, and the ache becomes unbearable.
I’m begging for my release as the doctor moves forward, pushing against the cut on my thigh.
The pain sends a rush of pleasure over me as heat floods my body.
My eyes roll back, and my breath comes out in short bursts.
A broken scream bursts through my lips, so loud I’m sure you can hear it over the bass drop.
My skin is on fire as he pulls his weapon of mass orgasms out of me.
Releasing a heavy breath, I slowly lift myself to a sitting position and watch as he takes his gloved finger and runs it along the part of the cane that was just in me.
He pulls it away, and a string of my juices follows, soaking his gloves.
I watch as he reaches for his beak, lifting it again before placing his fingers in his mouth, cleaning me off his gloves.
My mouth falls slack, that’s the second time he's done that, and fuck me, it’s so gods damned hot.
I would lick the sweat off this man, and I haven’t even seen his face yet. My morals are shifting, my body becoming fueled by his touch. I need this man more than any drug, and God help me, I’d beg for the poison he offers.
My eyes track him as he places the cane to the side, turning back to his table of instruments. He moves a couple of things around, the metal clinging softly until he turns to face me with a familiar bottle in his hand.
It’s more of that stuff he gave me last night. I can tell by the pinkish, almost iridescent look to it, like some kind of potion…or maybe it really is poison.
My mouth begins to water, pleading for the sweet candy-like taste to hit my lips. He closes the distance between us, placing the cold glass to my lips.
Open up, little raver.
I’m so used to his voice in my head now that it doesn’t even phase me. I open, flicking my tongue out flat like he’s about to check me for strep throat.
The moment the tincture touches my tongue, a charge of emotions floods through me. The world around me becomes more vibrant, soft, and glowy around the edges. Hard lines melt, and the anxiety that flooded my veins disappears.
I close my eyes, basking in the warmth the pink liquid gives me. Before long, my eyes grow heavy, and I can feel myself being lifted, cradled next to something warm and soft.
My eyes continue to flutter as I try to fight off the sleepiness. I want more time with The Doctor, but my body is screaming for sleep.
Before long, I hear the sound of a tent being unzipped, before I’m placed on something soft. The warmth leaves me, and I hear a ziiipppppppp once more before my dreams take over. Rhythmic sounds from the stages pulse around me, lulling me to sleep like a dark lullaby.