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𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐈

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My hand was pushed down while interlocked with another, just above my head. The baby pink laced bra that had purple flowers embroidered into it was half off, clinging onto my right arm as sweat beads ran down it. I couldn't focus as the way she ran her tongue just below the collarbone dominated my mind entirely. The urge to brush the strands of her jet black hair off me was high, but I had to resist as any sudden movement could disrupt the mere feeling of heaven the devil gave to me in this moment of time.

It felt as though my back was arching against my will as I listened to her silent demands, or more accurately, her kisses. She had her left leg in between mine, ever so slightly brushing against my covered cunt, teasing it, teasing me, and torturing me. If my eyes weren't closed, trying to savour the pleasure, I was pretty certain I'd see how close her naked tits were to mine. Suddenly, she captured my lips with hers, pressing her tongue into my mouth and forcing me to comply. I submitted instantly, earning myself a smirk from her.

While she had my attention elsewhere, she wrapped two fingers around my matching lace underwear, pulling it down and altering my position and hers too. I could finally handle the pressure, opened my eyes, and fixed my gaze upon her. Those dead eyes were looking right back at me, as she was cosied up in between my legs, fully immersed in trailing her tongue around the most sensitive spots, gaining subtle moans from within me.

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I jolted up, in desperate need of a cold shower. I shuddered at the fact that I allowed myself to dream a dream of such.. Forgetting where I was, my eyes widened at the sight of Vayda, in her white bowed underwear, a matching vest, swaying side to side whilst listening to Christmas songs in early September. I stifled a giggle and cleared my throat.

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Seeing me wide awake, she rushed over to me and pulled at my sock covered feet. Feet that poked out of my tulip covered bed sheets, "Come on sleepyhead before we miss the morning breakfast".

"Morning breakfast?", I asked, assuming that every student would have breakfast of their own accord. She nodded in response, "Here, everyone has to have breakfast together in the Main Hall". Rubbing at my eyebrows, cautious of whether they looked the slightest out of place, "How big of a hall are we talking here?". She grinned, "Oh massive, but hey at least now I get to introduce you to Kieran".

Clueless, I gave Vayda a timid smile, "And whose that again?". She scoffed, clearly disappointed in my ability to remember things, "This is why you people shouldn't sleep in, it clearly affects you drastically, NOW GET UP."

The tone of her last words rippled through me, I kicked her hands from me and gestured towards her closet. "You're the one that must have been up for hours and still remains not dressed". She stuck her tongue out at me and bent down facing away from me, just so I could get the perfect view of the insult she was attempting to throw at me. "Get that cute ass out of my face, right this instant." Vayda bellowed out laughing and skipped into the bathroom with a pile of clothing options.

I sighed and threw my legs over the side of the bed, eyes wandering over to my side table. I hadn't had much time to unpack last night but the one thing that always stuck with me, even in my side bag, was a picture of my younger brother, Mahon, with the cheekiest smile on his face, practically blinding my eyes through the frame. I kissed two of my fingers and placed them on top of the picture.

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Vayda pushed open the doors and I couldn't help but to let out a gasp. The main hall was lined with tall, arched windows adorned with velvet curtains, allowing silvers of the late moonlight to filter in, the sun was yet to rise. The walls were decorated with vintage oil paintings and bookshelves filled with leather-bound tomes. At the centre of the hall stood a series of long, oak dining tables, surrounded by high-backed chairs upholstered in deep burgundy velvet. A chandelier made of wrought iron and dripping wax candles hung overhead, casting a warm, flickering glow. The air was heavy with the scent of old books, polished wood and the faint aroma of gourmet meals being prepared in the adjoining kitchens.