Incognitus / Cordelia Fanfiction

Chapter 2 - Naughty Girl

*Cordelia's POV*

Tonight I left the club with a huge grin on my face. I might not have been able to convince her to come with me, but it was still a big step for me to get her that far. The expressions of pleasure on her face were more than enough to get me off too, and if all the girls at the academy turn out to be fast asleep by now, I may have the best me-time I've had in a while.

As I arrive at the academy, the lights are all off, everyone is fast asleep except for one single presence that seems to wait for the endless beeping of the microwave to cease. As I try to run silently up the stairs in the dark without being noticed, I hit my foot on the first step and I am not able to contain a hurting loud whisper ''Fuckkk!!''

"Delia??" A voice that I immediately identify as Myrtle's, sounds whispery through the room, suddenly coming into view.

"Myrtle... I'm so glad it's you..." I chuckle, taking a second to mitigate the pain on my fingers that hang-out my high heels' shoes.

"Back into night escapades, I see..." she begins the typical inquiry, "I haven't seen you sneak out at night in a while..."

"Well, I believe I'm allowed to have my own life... my existence can't be just running this place..." I try to give a general answer, avoiding explaining where I've been.

"You smell like cigars," she exclaims, getting closer to sniff my clothes and hair, "there's definitely alcohol on your breath... and your energy is all over the place..." Myrtle says while analyzing me top to bottom. "Who is he, Delia?" She laughs at me.

"Myrtle... You may be a witch, but you're not a psychic..." I try to leave, re-starting to run-up the stairs, ''I'm going to bed, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Wait, I need to tell you something important..." She tries to catch my attention again, but my mind is elsewhere and the beeping microwave distracts her from my departure.

"Tomorrow Myrtle," I finally run away.

Arriving at my bedroom, I close the door and put a soundproof spell on the room so that no one can hear what I am about to do to myself. I take my clothes off my body, remembering the way she danced for me and lay down on the fresh sheets. I use a spell to go back in time to that place without anyone in the booth knowing, and I observe from the outsider perspective everything that had happened just an hour ago between me and this dancer.

As I'm imagining this, I do the same thing to myself that I did to her, and so I start feeling hands touching my body in all the right places and vibrations being sent to my core while I watch her in pleasure on her knees at the pole. The sound of her whimpers, that I caused, reverberated in my ears while I mimic her tongue on my clit. As my climax is about to hit me I start levitating slightly off the bed, with such an amount of accumulated energy, my moans being monstrous and repetitive, I hear Myrtle knocking at my door. She can't possibly hear me...she'll think I'm asleep and go away, in that instant I reach my high and collapse down on the bed. Not even two seconds later, Myrtle opens the door slightly, breaking the soundproof spell.

"Dear?" she asks knowing now that I'm awake cause she can hear my still orgasm-recovering breaths.

"Myrtle? What are you doing? '' I ask, covering myself with the sheets as quickly as possible, knowing it was unusual for her to break into my privacy like that.

"Ohh naughty girl, Delia" she makes fun of me.

"Myrtle!!..." I say embarrassed and covering my face under the blankets.

"I just wanted to tell you that your mother called tonight..." Myrtle notices an absence of a reaction from me under the covers and continues "she says she's stopping by tomorrow..." she takes a pause knowing the next information wouldn't be received greatly, "and she might stay..."