You lean in towards their pale, strained face, and close your eyes. Their lips are tense and their motions anxious when you slowly come to meet them; they try to relax and breathe into you, but their body is too anxious, and you simply caress their unusually dry lips with yours as you keep pressing yourself closer to their body. ”It’s okay, [Name]. You did really well”, you try to soothe them. They open their lips to let your tongue in, which you readily proceed to do. The inside of their mouth is moist in acidic saliva.
They tense up for a moment and swallow, forcefully, while your tongue keeps exploring them. Your right hand is still softly stroking their tight, full tummy, and sickened heat radiates through their skin and against your palm – their body feels so good. Almost instinctively your hand moves lower again. You can’t help but feel almost sad that you fed them this much, because you doubt there’s enough time anymore to flip them on their stomach and fuck them. They groan into your mouth a bit before you lay the hand to rest on the bed again.
”It’ll feel okay soon. Your tummy will handle it just fine”, you exit the kiss for a second to whisper to them. Before you return to kiss them you take another look at their face: their skin is so green, and you swear you can see one or two sweat droplets running down their forehead.
”I- I feel sick-”, their shaky, weak voice speaks, but you hush them: ”I know, baby. Don’t worry”. Your lips meet once again and they kiss you back a little harder this time – they want it too even though they’re so indisposed. You become more intense, more relentless, and your lips dance over their mouth almost fiercely. They’re still so very gentle, and their mouth is so wet and dreamy, you can’t help it. You’ve never had them like this. All of a sudden they let out a little burp into your mouth; their movements come to a halt. They seem to recover from it quickly enough, but right as you feel them continuing to kiss you again they moan, loud and pained, and pulls away.
”Are you okay?” you inquire them softly, as their face turns away from you. They don’t respond. Their hand flies over their mouth and they burp again, and before they have the chance to stop it, a sickening wet ”Hhblluuurrrbh!” emits from them as a wave of barely digested cake pours all over themself.