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➪ꏳꀍꍏᖘ 009

There echoes the slightest hush through the room when Amala falls on top of her bed, hair spread over the plush of her bed pillows, and an exhausted sigh leaves her lips when she stretches her limbs across her bedding.

Damn, if University wasn't the most exhausting.

It had to be the most time consuming place to exist.

That is, outside off the the realm time itself ofcourse.

She wriggles her toes in circles before uprighting herself again, glancing out her bedroom door to where the empty kitchen stood built.

Did she want to go make herself some waffles right now?

Yes,-if only the distance didn't have to stretch so far, like damn, what imbecile of an architect places a kitchen so far from where ones bedroom was?

She blows a raspberry through lips, as if to blow the laziness out of her very core, a sudden ache going through her-dramatically that is- when she realises that Simone wasn't here to boss around either, and that she was physically to drained to use much of her magically enhanced gifts.

The thought of all the positive additions that came with being a succubus which she couldn't even make use of right now, pulls her mind back to Park Jimin, spiraling down the entrancing hole of how good his hands had felt against her flushed skin, how soft and plush his lips was, mouthing against the open space following down her neck to her slender  shoulder, how calming the scent of his skin against hers felt to her senses, and just- fucking tainted devils.

The nerve of that human to leave her hanging as he fucking did.

The audacity to have her arousal wetting him so invitingly, to have her clit throbbing against the width of his length, to snuggly nudge it between her folds repeatedly until he was steadily driving her on the silky skin of his pale cock, riling her up in expectation of what could have been one of the best sexual experiences she's received from a human.

And then, to only to have her cockwarm him.

He was so determined to keep her snug on his lap, to have his twitching length deep inside of her, the brush of his head against the sensitivity of her warm walls having her biting on her lips to keep the sounds in, the dig of her nails harder into his skin when his prehormones dizzied her senseless.

Again, she felt the need to satisfy and please derail her coherent train of thoughts, her mind non existent when all she could feel was the supple and lean muscles of the human she was seated on, when all she could smell was the presence of a calm beach with waves rushing against warm white sand, when all she could feel was pure hot and blinding desire.

She enjoyed it to the point where she still now, alone in her room, thinking of Park Jimin, fiddling nervously with her hands at the thought of him and his cock,the now ever physically present ache that goes through her cunt, much prove of how she wouldn't mind one fucking bit if he wanted to dehumanise her piece by piece.

Blessed.

It takes the shaking of her head and limbs to snap her out of her trance, and  right then she opts to rather get herself something to sate her growling stomach with instead of thinking of the slight bulge Jimin's length had forced on her stomach instead.

Glorifyingly blessed.

She was hungry for that dick.
Which sounded horrificly degrading and all things desperate, but who could give a salt sprayed fuck if she's been edged instead of where she expected an orgasm?