CHAPTER NINETEEN
Sierra
“Hey there.”
Sierra jerked awake, lifted her head off Zeek’s shoulder and tried to remember where she was. Looking around her bedroom, lights still on, boxes cluttering her floor, she sat up and wiped saliva off her cheek and off Zeek’s shoulder on to the sheet bunched around her hips.
“That’s disgusting,” Zeek said, curling his nose. Then winked at her and smiled.
“Would you rather I rubbed it in your hair?”
“Hell no.” He reared his head back as if afraid she would.
Sierra laughed. “I gotta go pee!” she said and swung her leg from over his thighs, her bladder threatening to burst.
Sitting on the edge of the bed she searched for something to cover up with then frowned. “What am I doing? I don’t have to put any clothes on. I don’t have anything I need to hide.”
“Not from me.”
She hopped off the bed and stood with her hands on her hips in a superhero stance.
“Very sexy.” He grinned and she held her arms at a ninety degree angle and flexed her bicep muscles. She then rounded her arms down and flexed again, roaring like She-Hulk.
“You’re insane.”
Feeling a tinkle of urine escape the folds of her labia she tightened her lady parts and cuffed her hand between her legs as she wobbled to the bathroom. His laughter chased after her.
“You are wrong for laughing at me,” she yelled, plopping down on the toilet just before the dam broke.
“I don’t know, it felt appropriate at the time.”
“Whatever!”
After relieving herself, she stepped into the shower and took two minutes to wash and rinse her body before drying off and dashing back into the bedroom.
“Now I’m going to use my powers of the pussy and you’re going to drool in your sleep.”
“Hard rule, Wildflower. I don’t fall asleep in beds that aren’t mine and I don’t drool. But if you think you got it in you to change that, show me what you got.”
She leaped on the bed and sat with her feet tucked beneath her.
She pretended to sprinkle something over his already erect penis.
“My stay-awake powder,” she said. “It’ll make your dick stay awake even if the rest of you is not. Then, with your permission I will continue to have my way with you.”
He continued to grin, bemused. “My body is yours, do with it what you will.”
“Very good.” She nodded. Leaning toward him, she flattened her hand in front of her face and blew. “I am Hypnosia-the-Suck-ubus. I will ride you into the sleep realm and you will sleep until I wake you.”
He laughed, and she smiled.
“Damned if you ain’t the most beautifully crazy woman I’ve ever met,” he said. Then he got serious, outwardly, because she could still see the humor in his eyes.
“Alright Hypnosia, you go on and do your worst. But don’t be disappointed when you fail. Miserably.”
“Bet.”