Yes

James could see the fire in her eyes, the dare behind her stillness. With a low grunt he tightened his grip on her head and thrust hard. That had been exactly what she was waiting for, it turned out. Every thrust was matched by her rocking her neck to bring his length deeper into her throat. She matched the timing and **** of his hips with her fingers as best she could.

James felt his balls tighten, and his gut clench, his timing fell apart into forceful pounding without rhythm. Her hand worked in a furious circle, joined by her other as she moaned into his cock. She let her weight fall forward, pressing her noseless face flat against his groin. Just when he started to cum, she sucked hard and placed her tongue flat against the underside of his entire dick. Inthe middle of swallowing his load, sucking it out with ****, her own orgasm hit. Her body shuddered and then buckled, as she let out a muffled vibrations scream that gently shook his balls.

After several moments of laying together, James felt the fog in his head clear away. She seemed to as well, lifting herself from his deflated member, and licking it once as she did. She grabbed his hands and pulled him to his feet, dark purple beginning to fade into her cheekbones. As she turned toward the bathroom, James saw a small hole leaving a bit of white fluid on the back of her neck. _So that's how you breathe above water..., he thought, well it's really good for what just happened...what did just happen?_

He let himself be led into the tub, where she slid in and made room for him. He only barely remembered to take off his shirt, and the remains of his pants. When he slid in next to her, she cuddled into his side. Bubbles in the water arose from her ribs with a sigh. As she relaxed, he tried to wrap his mind around the events they'd just gone through. She started by turning strange colors after eating the chocolate...and somehow that was like a sex ****. Whatever fluid she **** into his mouth had to be similar in effect to himself. Even now he only barely remembered the fear he felt when she ripped his clothing like tissue paper. In the moment it wasn't even a distant memory.

He nodded, finding that he'd instinctively rested his head on top of hers, which had settled on his shoulder. "Well...I know someone who's not getting more chocolate...", he muttered just before falling asleep.