Elysian Fields (Epilogue) (cons, asphyx, assisted)

Okay, so this is an epilogue that might kill the mood for some of you.

But I like it, so here we go ...

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The room was quiet.

Jasper held the position for a long moment, his softening cock still buried in her throat, feeling the last faint flutter of her muscles around him. Then he exhaled - a long, satisfied breath - and pulled out.

Without his support, her body folded.

She slumped sideways, then forward, her bound arms bent weirdly. Her face hit the cushioned bench with a soft thud before she rolled off entirely, landing on the hardwood floor in an ungainly sprawl. Limbs akimbo. Eyes half-open, glassy, staring at nothing. A thin trail of his seed and her saliva dripped from her slack mouth, pooling on the polished wood.

Alice stood, stretching her back with a small groan. "God, my knees are killing me. I'll have to get some of those tiler's knee pads."

"Occupational hazard." Jasper chuckled and tucked himself back into his linen pants, not bothering to clean up. "She was a fighter though. Did you feel her thighs shaking? I thought she was going to tap out for sure."

"They never do." Alice stepped over the body -*around* it, really, navigating the sprawled legs with the casual ease of someone avoiding furniture - and moved to the small refrigerator built into the wall. She pulled out two bottles of sparkling water, tossed one to Jasper. "The ones who make it this far? They're too committed to the fantasy. Too in love with the idea of themselves as *brave.*"

Jasper caught the bottle, cracked it open, drank deeply. His eyes drifted to the corpse on the floor. "She really thought she was special, didn't she? All that 'deepest purpose as a woman' stuff."

"They all think they're special." Alice took a long sip, then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "That's the product we're selling. A special death for a special girl." She affected a breathy, reverent tone: "*You're so beautiful. You're so brave. This is exactly what you were made for.*"

Jasper snorted. "You're terrible."

"I'm *excellent*. That nipple work? Chef's kiss. Did you see how wet she got?"

"Hard to miss. She's still dripping." He nodded toward the body. Sure enough, a small puddle was spreading beneath her hips. "Shame, really. Nice body. Responsive."

"They're always responsive. That's the whole point." Alice set down her water and crossed to him, sliding her arms around his waist. She was still flushed, he noticed - still breathing a little fast. The work always got her going. "Speaking of responsive ..."

Her hand slid down his stomach, fingers tracing the waistband of his pants.

Jasper raised an eyebrow. "Already? I just finished."

"You finished in *her*." Alice pressed herself against him, and he could feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of her dress. "I've been playing with tits for what felt like an hour and getting nothing in return. I think I've earned some attention."

His hand found her breast - smaller than the dead girl's, but familiar, *his* - and squeezed. Alice made a small, hungry sound. Her nipples were already hard, pressing against his palm through the fabric.

"The transfer cleared this morning," she murmured against his neck, her hips grinding slowly against his thigh. "Forty-five thousand."

"I saw." His other hand slid down her back, cupping her ass, pulling her tighter against him. "Not bad for an afternoon's work."

His mouth found hers for an open mouthed kiss, which she eagerly leant into, her tongue exploring his, humming with arousal.

"Not bad at all." She bit his earlobe, tugged. "The next one's booked for Thursday. Younger. Twenty-two. Very nervous, very eager. Already sent three emails asking about the 'spiritual preparation' phase."

"God, I love the spiritual ones." Jasper's hand slipped under her dress, finding bare skin. Alice never wore underwear during sessions - said it helped her stay in the moment. "They're always so *grateful*."

"Mmm." Alice's eyes drifted to the body on the floor, and a slow smile curved her lips. "Look at her. She died thinking she was fulfilling some 'sacred feminine purpose'. That we *honored* her."

"Didn't we?" Jasper's fingers found the wet heat between her thighs, and Alice gasped, her hips bucking into his hand. "We gave her exactly what she paid for. A 'beautiful death'. A 'meaningful ending'. Jasper and Alice, the compassionate guides."

"We're *so* compassionate." Alice was panting now, riding his fingers, her eyes still fixed on the corpse. "We're practically saints."

The body stared at nothing, cooling on the floor. The silk cord still bound her wrists. Her expression, frozen in that final moment, looked almost peaceful— you didn't look too closely. If you didn't notice the burst capillaries in her eyes, the bluish tinge creeping into her lips, the graceless sprawl of limbs that had lost all their careful, sensual posing.

She had wanted to be a vessel. A purpose. A beautiful sacrifice.

She was meat now. Cooling meat on a hardwood floor, while two strangers fucked against the wall three feet away and talked about their next booking.

"Thursday," Alice gasped, her orgasm building. "The nervous one. What's her - *ah* - what's her damage?"

"Childhood trauma, I think. Absent father. Classic." Jasper's thumb found her clit, pressed hard. "She wants to feel *chosen*."

"Don't they all."

Alice came with a sharp cry, her body shuddering against his, her nails digging into his shoulders. Jasper held her through it, watching her face - flushed, ecstatic, *alive* - and felt himself stirring again despite the recent exertion.

When she finally stilled, she slumped against him, breathing hard.

"Okay," she said after a moment. "Okay. We should probably call the service."

"Mm." Jasper glanced at the body. "They'll charge extra for same-day pickup today."

"Worth it. I don't want her stinking up the place." Alice pulled back, smoothing her dress, becoming professional again with the ease of long practice. "Besides, we have dinner reservations at eight. That new place on Vine."

"The one with the tasting menu?"

"Fourteen courses. I've been looking forward to it all week."

Jasper smiled, leaned down, kissed her forehead. "You deserve it. That was good work today."

"*We* deserve it." Alice stepped over the body again - this time more carelessly, her heel catching the dead girl's hair and tugging her head at an awkward angle - and retrieved her phone from the side table. "We're a team."

She dialed. Waited. "Hi, yes, this is the Thornwood residence. We need a pickup ... Yes, the usual arrangement ... Within the hour would be lovely, thank you."

She hung up, turned back to Jasper with a bright, professional smile.

"Forty-five thousand," she said. "And Thursday's already paid her deposit."

"Twenty-two thousand."

"Twenty-two thousand." Alice's smile widened. "God, I love this job."

On the floor, Elara's body continued to cool. The puddle beneath her hips had stopped spreading. Her half-open eyes had begun to dry, losing their glassy sheen, becoming dull and filmy.

She had wanted to be filled. Claimed. Used and thrown away.

In the end, she got exactly what she paid for.