The walk back to my apartment feels different somehow. Amy and Riley flank me on either side, their cool hands occasionally brushing against mine as we navigate the crowded sidewalks. After our breakfast at IHOP, there's a new energy between us.
When we reach my apartment building, Amy practically skips up the stairs, pulling me by the hand while Riley follows close behind. Their excitement is palpable, vibrating in the air around us like static electricity.
The moment my key turns in the lock and we step inside, both Amy and Riley begin to change. Their clothes melt away, fabric dissolving into their skin like sugar in hot water, leaving them completely naked in my living room. Amy's pale form gleams in the afternoon, light filtering through the blinds, while Riley's freckled skin seems to glow with an inner warmth.
"Come here, darling," Amy purrs, reaching for my shirt buttons. "Let's continue what we started at IHOP."
I smile, catching her wrist gently. "Amy, hold on."
She freezes, her purple eyes widening with concern. "What's wrong?"
I move to the couch and sit down, patting the cushion beside me. "Nothing's wrong. Just come sit with me for a minute."
Amy and Riley exchange a confused glance before approaching the couch. Their naked bodies radiating that supernatural coolness that's become so familiar.
Their bodies are hard not to stare at as they sit down, perfect skin glowing in the afternoon light. I clear my throat, trying to focus on what I want to say rather than their nakedness.
"Can you please put your clothes back on? I want to have a serious discussion," I say, my voice steadier than I expected.
Riley leans in, her lips finding my neck. "No," she murmurs against my skin, sending shivers down my spine despite my determination to stay focused.
Amy watches with those unnervingly bright purple eyes, a knowing smirk playing at her lips. "If you can't say it while we're naked, then maybe it's not worth saying at all."
I chuckle despite myself, gently pushing Riley back just enough to meet Amy's gaze. "Amy, I want to get to know you better. If you want me to fall for you, it can't only be physical, you know?"
Riley is undeterred. She immediately latches back on to me. Her kissing continues along my jawline, her hands working their way down to my belt. With supernatural dexterity, she finesses my pants off before I can even protest.
"Physical is a great place to start," Amy purrs, sliding closer until her cool thigh presses against mine. "But you're right. Ask me anything, darling. I'm an open book."
I try to focus on my questions, but Riley's already on her knees between my legs, her cool fingers wrapping around my shaft as she looks up at me with hungry eyes. Her tongue darts out, impossibly long and flexible, wrapping around me before her lips seal over the head.
"Oh god," I gasp, my hips bucking involuntarily.
I whimper and look at Amy desperately. "Amy, stop, please. I really want to talk."
Amy smiles, sliding closer until her body presses against mine. "We are talking," she says, her voice silky and amused.
I try to gather my thoughts as Riley's mouth works magic below. "What's your real name?" I manage to ask.
Amy gets close, pushing her giant breasts into my chest, her nipples hard against my skin. "I didn't have one before, Amy," she says, watching my face carefully.
"Before Amy," I struggle to maintain focus as Riley's technique intensifies, "what did you do all day?"
Amy chuckles, her fingers trailing lazily up my arm. "Not much. I mostly just slithered about."
"What do you mean?" I ask, struggling to focus as Riley's tongue does something impossible around my shaft.
Amy sighs dreamily, tracing patterns on my chest. "I was a moving puddle. I would hang out places and try not to draw attention. I didn't have many thoughts outside of eating and surviving. Hell, I even spent over a decade as a movie theater puddle. I got to see a lot of movies doing that."
"No one ever noticed a puddle they couldn't clean?" I manage to gasp out, my hips bucking involuntarily as Riley's technique intensifies.
Amy smiles and kisses my neck, her lips cool against my flushed skin. "Darling, most people just don't care."
"That makes sense, I guess," I mumble, my mind trying to process this bizarre information while fighting against the pleasure threatening to overwhelm me.
"What else do you want to know?" Amy purrs, her fingers playing with my hair.
"How old are you?" I ask, genuinely curious about the creature who's become so central to my life.
Amy's brow furrows as she thinks for a moment. Below me, Riley's mouth suddenly transforms, the sensation shifting from a regular blowjob to something entirely different. Her throat ripples and contracts, taking on the unmistakable feeling of her pussy. Both Amy and Riley moan in unison, the sound vibrating through my body.
"I think a few millennia?" Amy says through her pleasure, her eyes half-lidded as she shares the sensation Riley is experiencing.
My eyes widen in shock. "Millennia? As in thousands of years?"
Amy nods, her fingers trailing down my chest. "Time and Conciseness weren't really a concept for me until relatively recently."
"That's..." I struggle to find words. "I can't even process that."
"If you're that old, why didn't you absorb anyone before?" I ask, genuinely confused.
Riley lifts off my cock, my shaft glistening with her saliva. Her mouth reforms completely as thin strings of purple-tinged spit connect her lips to my throbbing member. Her eyes lock with mine.
"Amy was drunk one night, partying with her friends," Riley explains, her voice slightly raspy. "On her way home, she slipped on a puddle in the street and then landed head first in it." She pauses with a smile. "I was that puddle. I did what I always did. I absorbed the food that came my way."
Before I can process this revelation, Riley dives back down, engulfing my cock completely. Her mouth transforms back to a genuine thrussy. Amy winces visibly as Riley takes me to the base.
I blink hard, shaking my head as I realize I've completely lost track of my original goal. All this talk about millennia and movie theater puddles has me spiraling into her bizarre cosmic horror backstory instead of what I actually wanted to know.
"Wait, stop," I say, gently cupping Amy's face with my hands. Her skin feels as cool as always. "Amy, I want to get to know you. The real you. Not just your ancient origins. We can tackle all that weird shit later."
Her purple eyes widen slightly in surprise.
"I want to know what you like, what you hate, what makes you laugh," I continue, my voice softening. "So far, all I really know is that you like me, sex, and Applebee's."
Amy grabs my hand and leans into it, her expression shifting into something almost predatory. Her eyes narrow as her lips curl into a slow, villainous smile.
"Maybe those are the only things I like," she whispers, her voice silky and dangerous.
I hold her gaze steadily. "Then I want to try to find new things for us to like together. As a couple."
Just as Amy opens her mouth to respond, the sensation between my legs becomes too intense. Riley's supernatural throat constricts around me, and I feel myself toppling over the edge. My back arches as I start cumming deep into Riley's throat.
Amy lunges forward, capturing my mouth in a fierce kiss as I ride out my orgasm. Her tongue slides against mine, cool and impossibly agile, as Riley swallows every drop below. Amy's kiss consumes my moans while Riley's throat milks me dry.
When Amy finally pulls away, I'm gasping for breath, my mind foggy with pleasure.
As I catch my breath, I notice something in Amy's eyes, a softness that wasn't there before. She pulls back slightly, studying my face with that familiar head tilt.
"What?" I ask, my voice still raspy from the intensity of what just happened.
Amy reaches out, gently brushing my disheveled hair from my forehead with cool fingers. "Look at you, Ben," she says, her voice tender. "So cute when you're all flushed and trying to have a serious conversation while getting the best blowjob of your life."
I laugh despite myself, feeling my cheeks heat up even more. "I was trying to get to know you better."
"If you must know," Amy says, leaning back against the couch cushions, "I didn't even know what hobbies were until I absorbed Amy. The concept of doing something just because you enjoy it was... foreign."
Riley climbs back onto the couch, wiping her mouth delicately as she settles on my other side.
"So, are you more slime or Amy?" I ask, genuinely curious.
Amy's expression grows thoughtful as she considers my question. Her lips curl into a small smile.
"I don't know," she finally says with a slight shrug.
The honesty in her voice catches me off guard. For once, she's not being playful or threatening or seductive. She's just talking to me.
"Did absorbing Riley make your personality change?" I ask, glancing between them.
Amy shakes her head. "No, I can just choose what to take and what to throw away. Case in point, Riley liked video games, so I decided that would be a fun thing for us to try soon together."
Her eyes light up with genuine enthusiasm at the idea, almost childlike in its excitement.
"I'd love that," I say, smiling back at her.
For a moment, we just sit there, the three of us on my couch, me sandwiched between two naked supernatural beings who are actually one entity. It should feel bizarre, terrifying even, but somehow, in this moment, it just feels right.