“What, baby?” Wrath asked, looking down on me.
Oh, shit. Did I say that out loud?
Wait.
Did I saythatout loud?
“That was fucking amazing,” Wrath huffed.
It was then I realized the sensation I had felt was not Wrath’s Gumby dick, but his hot load going down my throat. It was also then that I realized that I washigh as fuck. The only question now was, was I too highto fuck?
I licked my lips and Wrath stared down at me. I couldn’t stop a giggle, but it came out more like a snort. “You’re very orange right now, did you knowthat?”
He cocked his head, and it was like a rainbow followed the motion of his skull. “Huh?”
“Strike that. It’s purple.” I tried to get up off my knees, but I had suddenly developed piles… or shingles… or maybe leprosy? I don’t know. Whatever the thing was that made it so your skin stuck to the floor.
“Babe, are you okay?”
“Your aurora keeps changing color,” I explained.
“My aurora?”
“No, silly, your abora.” I let out a quiet huff, once again trying to get up off the floor.
“Are you trying to say ‘aura’?”
“Yes, that.” I looked up at him. “Aura. Aura. Aura. That’s a funny word. Aura. Oh. And now it’s lost all meaning. It’s like the sound a mother bird would make calling its chicks. Aura, aura,” I cawed.
“And with that, I think sexy play time is over,” he said, lifting my gelatinous body off the floor.
“Wait, no,” I protested. “Touch my boobies… boobies. Boooooooobies.”
Wrath chuckled.
“These were strong.”
“I did try to warn you not to take two.”
I gasped “Two! You should have never let me take two.”
“Moonbeam, the day I have any control over what you say or do will be the day you’re droppin’ dirt in my grave.”
“Don’t say that. You’re never allowed to leave me.” I slid my hand to his cheek to stroke it, onlymanaging to slap him. “Now, where were we? Oh, yeah. Boooooobies.”
He carried me back into his bedroom. “I think you need to come down a little first, baby.”
I settled my face in his neck. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
I have no clue what happened after that, considering the fact I passed out. I did wake up at one point in the middle of the night pressed up against Wrath, but I just snuggled closer and fell right back to sleep.
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Wrath
The next afternoon, I walked into the first auto bay to find Ratchet’s kid, Haven, standing by her nineties Volvo, hands on her hips and her face scrunched up in frustration. “Are you sure it’s not the brakes?”