Epilogue: Encore?

You collapsed into bed hours later — exhausted, aching, and happier than you’d ever been.

Talia lay beside you, naked and flushed, curled up against your side, trailing lazy fingers over your chest.

She sighed contentedly, propping her chin on your shoulder.

"You were amazing," she murmured. "Every single second."

You laughed softly, voice hoarse. "I still can't feel my legs."

Talia grinned wickedly. "That's a good sign."

You turned your head to kiss her forehead, unable to stop touching her.

After a moment of quiet, she said, almost shyly:

"Elanor... might have an idea."

You raised an eyebrow, suspicious and amused.

"Oh?"

Talia giggled. "She was thinking... maybe Skeptic Night shouldn’t be a one-time thing."

You groaned playfully.

Talia slid a leg over your hips, straddling you, her eyes gleaming with mischief and want.

"She said you'd be perfect..."

A long, slow grind against your still-sensitive cock.

"...as our resident volunteer."

You groaned again — this time for very different reasons.

Talia leaned down, her lips brushing yours.

"And I said I'd make sure you were very, very well rewarded."

You smiled into the kiss, already lost.

Author's note: This started because I wanted to write a shorter story, having become frustrated with my longer story plans, either unable to get them off the ground or run into a wall (like in my longest story).

Even when trying to write something short, it ended up becoming a little longer than I thought! But hope fans of this kind of story enjoyed it.