Substitute

Just as soon as you entered ellie's room you have left it again.

"She can keep my weed as far as I care. I have somwthing better anyways."

You search the kitchen for a small dish, one that would fit under your snatch while sitting down. You bite your lips while weighing your options.

After you've chosen a bowl you take it into your room and close the door behind you.

You lay down in your bed and start fingering away, the dish placed below to catch all outcoming fluids.

It doesnt take long for your demonic mound to get incredibly wet, you produced at least 10 times the amount of fluid you produced yesterday, as if it knew what you were trying to do and happily helping along.

After half an hour passed you look back at the bowl. It's about half filled -- way more than you'll ever need.

You pick up the bowl and put it on a counter nearby, you're still not finished though. Not wanting to waste a single drop of your incredible syrup you take a nearly empty wine bottle of the counter next and start penetrating yourself with it.

The glass bottle feels very different inside you than your fingers did, reaching way deeper inside, but what surprises you the most about it is how good the cold felt against your inner walls. You pressed the bottle deeper and deeper inside, at some point you even start fixating it between your feet and riding it.

After you've reached your fifth orgasm you stand up, take the bottle that is now filled to the brim and looks somewhat like mead as well as the dish from earlier and make your way back towards the kitchen.