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TWO A.M. UGGH, JUST lying in bed wasn’t doing any good. I had my first college class at nine and was going to look like the cat dragged me around the block and had its way with me. I could feel the puffiness under my eyes without looking at a mirror. I threw the blankets off and stumbled out of bed. My stomach growled, might as well eat. My single dorm room may have not had a private shower, but it did have a microwave, a fridge and a hot plate. All courtesy of His Royal Highness, King Teague, or so the notes on the appliances read when I found them. I also found the fridge was fully stocked with food. Good, because I hadn’t had any time to even think about shopping. The thought had occurred to me that it was strange they had been let into my room without permission, but at two in the morning I didn’t care anymore. It was just nice to have come to a place I could call mine and know I was being taken care of, by someone.
Independence has never been my thing, I’ve always had someone to turn to, Mary was always around. Boy, did I ever miss my sister. We were to attend Grigori together, but that was ended when they shunned me.
I looked in the fridge and spotted a loaf of sourdough bread and some deli turkey. I grabbed that, the lettuce, tomato and mustard. Too bad there hadn’t been bacon or I’d have been making a Club and waking up the entire floor. I chuckled at the thought as I made my sandwich, then put everything away. I grabbed a bag of crisps off the shelf and headed for my couch. Maybe a few movies would make me tired. As I was chomping down I caught a whiff of my hair. Coffee.
Apparently my shampoo was not doing its job. I thought I had scrubbed the smell of the Groove Brew off. Guess not. Well, it was too late to be running down the hall and jumping in the shower again. I sighed, thinking about the assembly today, about Greisen and his poor pretty face. Those thugs were crazy; I don’t know what the issue was but I certainly handed them their asses. I had wanted to do more, but Collette was adamant that we get Greisen to the hall for help. I hadn’t thought anything of it at that point, but now that I was alone, it was odd she wanted to go there and not straight to the infirmary which was closer. We had made such a spectacle, and that guy, the other Dragon, he hadn’t hesitated in unfurling his wings to get to us past the crowd. I’d only glimpsed them a moment, but they were gorgeous, sinewy and black with burnished red tips. Like they had been dipped in blood and gold...
My insides twitched as I thought about him, I could feel a heat between my thighs as I sat. An almost ticklish feeling came over my lower region and the tiny hairs on me lifted sky high in a wave over my whole body. I remember Mary talking about this weird feeling. Was I actually horny? The more I thought about it the hotter I seemed to get. The room got to be stifling all of a sudden. I pulled at my T-shirt, trying to relieve the heat, then conceded to just tearing the damned thing off. That made it worse, now I had gooseflesh rising. No, those were my scales!
I rubbed my chest, the feeling of my nails on my flesh made me shiver to my toes. I let out a low moan. Why did this feel so fucking good? I had never really touched myself before, never felt the need, but as I thought about that honey blonde hair, those penetrative green eyes, all I wanted was to have his hands on me. I leaned back into the couch cushions, and parted my thighs, the cool air in the room felt good on that hot flesh. I trailed my hand down my stomach, past my piercing, and under the waistband of my red silk panties, finding to my surprise my fingers were immediately slicked. I wasn’t sure what to do, but I assumed that the little nub under the soft folds of flesh was my clitoris, I remembered from my health classes that stimulating that could cause an orgasm, which was the point... Right?
I let my middle finger work into the flesh and flicked toward my chest. A little pang pulsed from here, not quite painful, but strange. My inner muscles clenched and relaxed as I used my other hand to open myself up. I found the opening of my sex and gently pushed a finger against it. It was uncomfortable, I was kinda dry there.
I took my fingers to my mouth, getting them slippery and this time when I stroked with my fingers it sent a zing up my back. I lifted my hips to my hand, seemed like the right thing to do. With my legs wide open and my ass hanging off the couch, I managed to slip my finger inside my tight little opening. Curling it up inside, I felt it push past my pelvic bone and I began to move it around, in and out, as I flicked my clitoris with the fingers of my other hand.
My breathing got heavy, my muscles started doing this weird little dance and I swear that little nub was keeping time with all of it. Rubbing that was better than chunky monkey ice cream! I pulled my finger out of me to give it more attention as I grabbed my tits, twisting the nipple to a long high point. The sounds coming out of me were a mixture of snarls and groans. Then it happened, my whole body seized up, into these tiny micro twitches, a sense of hard, throbbing and something like needing to pee broke through me, tearing a loud cry from my throat.
Everything around me was hazy and muted, like someone had turned down the volume on everything but the rush burning through me. I couldn’t move, finally my fingers found their way to my thigh, then my stomach. I fell off the edge of the couch, landing on the thick carpet. All of that just by thinking of his hands on me... If that was an orgasm, I’d like at least three of those a day for the rest of my life, please!