with retro reader I want to see them have their room like covered in just a gas that makes them feel maybe high or feel the true effects of Val’s smoke they use it in their
Went batshit with this. It’ll be an experience ✨
I lay sprawled on my bed, limbs spread, eyes half-lidded. My room, dimly lit today, was filled with the haze of accumulated toxins. The air was thick, almost palpable, with the heady concoction of poisons I had stored in my system and now slowly released. Dim blue bioluminescent lights cast an eerie glow, dancing shadows across the walls covered in algae-like textures.
The gas, a toxic blend of various substances I had absorbed over time, swirled lazily around me. Among them, the most potent was Val's smoke—a potent aphrodisiac. I inhaled deeply, feeling the familiar warmth spread through my veins. It was a sensation that dulled the edges of reality, blurring the lines between my hellish existence and a sort of euphoric escape.
As the gas settled over me, I felt my body respond to the effects of Val's smoke more intensely than ever before. It wasn’t just the heightened sensitivity; it was as if every nerve ending was alight, electrified. My skin tingled, and a languid warmth radiated from my core, spreading outward. I closed my eyes, letting the sensation wash over me.
Val’s smoke had a way of twisting my thoughts, making me languid and slow. I could almost see Val, his tall form drifting gracefully through the thick haze. I remembered the way Val’s wings shimmered, the way his smoke curled and beckoned. It was an invitation I could never resist, even though I knew the effects were purely chemical.
I rolled over, burying my face into the cool, damp pillows, feeling the gas envelop me more completely. The aphrodisiac properties of Val’s smoke combined with my own poison made every breath a seductive caress. It was intoxicating, and I couldn’t get enough.
It’d been a hard couple of weeks, and this was exactly what I needed. Letting my worries slip away, replaced with this comfort and pleasure.
My thoughts drifted, unfocused, as I succumbed to the overwhelming sensations. The gas filled my lungs, spread through my blood, and reached my brain, intensifying every feeling. I was lost in it, a willing prisoner to the effects.
Every breath was an exploration, a journey through layers of sensation and emotion. I could feel my heart beating slower, my muscles relaxing into the soft surface beneath me. The room, once a simple sanctuary, was now a cocoon of bliss, a space where I could forget the torments of hell and just exist in pure, unadulterated pleasure.
As I lay there, I couldn't help but smile, a lazy, contented grin. The gas had done its job, transporting me to a place where the only thing that mattered was the exquisite feeling coursing through my body. In this state, I felt almost human again, vulnerable and alive in a way that was both thrilling and comforting. It’d been so long since I’d done anything like this- since I’d felt anything like this.
I knew the effects would wear off eventually, that reality would come crashing back in. But for now, I was content to drift in this haze, savoring every moment of bliss, every touch of Val's lingering presence in the air.
As time passed, I added more to the mixture in the air, making the sensations intensify, my mind wandering to the ones I loved. I could almost see Valentino, towering above me with his twelve-foot frame, his hot pink eyes gleaming with seductive intent, and those vibrant wings fluttering slightly. His sharp teeth and general demeanor made him appear both dangerous and seductive, a predator in pink and white finery.
My breath hitched, my body reacting to the mere thought of Val. The gas in the room seemed to thicken, amplifying my arousal. I could almost feel Val's smoke, deep pink and intoxicating, wrapping around me like a lover's embrace.
My skin tingled, each breath pulling me deeper into a state of euphoria and desire. I could imagine Val leaning over me, his antennae brushing against my skin, his lips curling into a knowing smile as he inhaled deeply, releasing more of that heady smoke.
“So pretty… all dolled up and fucked for me.” I could’ve sworn it was real, the feeling of his breath on my neck. I jolted slightly feeling him touch me, his fingers trailing down to the buttons of my pants. “Can you even think clearly?”
“Mmn,” I mumbled, leaning into the touch.
He pulled away moments later, chuckling softly. “Now, now, don’t be like that,” he muttered teasingly. “You know what happens when you’re eager, hm? Go on, show me.”
I sighed, disappointed. I would’ve pouted, but I was desperate for more. I whimpered and fumbled, undoing the buttons. My breath hitched as my fingers found my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. Valentino urged me on and I responded with a gentle circular motion, eliciting a moan from myself.
My thoughts shifted to Vox and his beautiful screen. My mind conjured the feeling of Vox's touch, electric and thrilling, sending shivers down my spine. His hands guiding mine up and down, slipping inside me. I groaned and bucked my hips in his hands, to which he responded with an amused smile. I imagined his left eye transforming into a red and black spiral, pulling me into a trance, making me feel utterly relaxed and compliant.
In the haze of the gas, the line between reality and hallucination blurred. My body responded to the imagined presence of the two, my skin hypersensitive, every touch, real or imagined, sending jolts of pleasure through me. I could feel Valentino's long fingers trailing over my body, leaving a path of heat and desire. His hot pink eyes bored into me, filled with possessive lust. I could hear his voice, smooth and seductive, whispering promises of pleasure.
I moaned softly, my mind reeling as the fantasy deepened.
I could see Vox beside Val, his screen face flickering, glitching with excitement. My body arched as I felt the touch of Vox's claws, sharp and electric, tracing patterns on my skin. His voice, calm and soothing, mixed with Val's, creating a symphony of warmth and pleasure that filled my senses.
In my mind, I was no longer alone in my room. Valentino and Vox were with me, their touches real, their presence overwhelming. My body ached with need, every nerve ending on fire. I could feel Val's lips on my neck, his teeth grazing my skin, while Vox's electric touch danced over my body, heightening every sensation.
"Retro," Val's voice was a sultry whisper in my ear, "you're ours."
“I know.” My breath came in ragged gasps, my body trembling with arousal. “All yours,” I mumbled.
The gas in the air made every sensation more intense, every touch more vivid. I could feel Val's wings brushing against me, the soft fluttering a stark contrast to the hard, insistent grip of his hands. Vox's electric touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, the red and black spiral on his screen holding my gaze, making me feel utterly relaxed and completely under his control.
"Let go," Vox's voice was a low hum, reverberating through my body, "just feel."
And I did. In that moment, lost in the haze of gas and the vivid hallucination, I surrendered completely to the pleasure, my mind and body overwhelmed by their touch. Every breath was a blend of Val's intoxicating smoke and my own potent toxins, creating a wonderful sensations that left me floating in a sea of ecstasy.
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