The Lust Potion Wears Off

"Cass." Antonia whispered, and the word had lost its performative edge, becoming something softer, more genuine. "That was..."

"Yeah," Cassia agreed, her voice hoarse.

She looked down at her body. Her cock was finally, finally beginning to soften, the potion's effects fading at last. Her skin was still stained pink in places, and her discarded tunic was ruined beyond repair, but she felt...

Satisfied. Completely, utterly, profoundly satisfied.

And also slightly reassured by how much she had enjoyed being called mistress. Like being an alpha was still her true calling.

Antonia reached out and took her hand, lacing their fingers together.

"How do you feel?" she asked, and there was no playfulness in her voice now, just genuine concern. "Exhausted," Cassia admitted. "But in a good way. Like... like I ran a marathon and won."

Antonia laughed softly. "That's a very interesting way to describe you battering my poor ass. You brute." She teased, pressing closer, tucking her head under Cassia's chin.

Cassia wrapped her arms around her, holding her close. "Er, sorry about that."

"Hey, I offered. I was, and am still, feeling a bit strange right now. Good strange. Floaty strange. Like my thoughts are made of cotton."

She looked up at Cassia, and her green eyes were soft, unfocused, losing some of their usual sharpness. "You're really pretty, you know that? Like, really pretty. I don't think I tell you that enough. Hey, want to go again?"

Cassia chest tightened. "Antonia, how much of my cum did you absorb?"

"A lot," Antonia said happily. "Like, a lot a lot. Three loads worth at least. Every drop. Your beta is very thorough."

Cassia smirked in amusement, realizing how cute her friend was when she was cum drunk, wrapping an arm around her protectively.

"Let's just rest for a bit, shall we. We can fuck again later if you feel like it."

"Okay. See, I told you a Laeta always pays her debts," Antonia murmured against Cassia's skin.

Cassia pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Consider us even."

Antonia snuggled closer, her body curving against Cassia's, and within moments, her breathing had evened out into the slow rhythm of sleep.

If this is what being an alpha feels like, then I could get used to this...