The Fervorous Prince | Ominis Gaunt

Ch 6. A Delectable Puddle*

(*No explicit mature content in this chapter, but rather descriptive sexual themes that are still prob. NSFW)

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MC grunted, the heat in her lower stomach expanded outward to the rest of her body. Her hair stuck to her sweaty forehead.

What was happening? Was she in battle?

She looked down at herself. She was... naked?!

And sitting on top of someone...

She felt herself rise and fall against gravity at a continuous pace, the tightness below her stiffening with every descent.

She tried to swallow, but her throat was dry.

She had been screaming.

She suddenly felt the grip of the hands of whoever was beneath her. They began forcing her to ride them harder, moving her hips at their own desired pace. Her eyes rolled back. Whoever this was, they were hungry for her. She hadn't bothered to look at their face, her focus remaining on the pleasure that she was getting from the friction with them.

The person squeezed against her hips, her skin bulging from beneath their fingers. Their buttery voice growled with such resolution:

"That's it, MC. Just like that, darling... fuck..."

She gasped at the familiar voice and looked down to see their face, finally meeting their eyes.

Clouds.

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MC jolted awake, practically hyperventilating.

She quickly felt all over herself for any anomalies: her face, her chest, her pelvis.

She was intact. Sweaty, but intact.

She let out a heavy exhale and fell back onto her pillow before looking around the room. Her roommates were gone, most likely at breakfast. There was no way she could go join them for a meal right now.

Not after a dream like that.

She quickly recounted the events while she still could before they faded from memory.

Ominis... had been inside her. She had been able to feel his edges as he united with her.

Their skin meeting made such a beautiful melody.

She shuddered, wondering if that's what sex with him would truly feel like. She was desperate to know.

She suddenly remembered their date-not-date to Hogsmeade tonight. Her nerve endings tingled at the possibilities of the evening.

She felt herself down below, noticing the slickness that had resulted from her dream.

She took a moment to listen for any movement out in the common room. When she was met with silence, she slowly trailed her fingertips back down to her entrance.

One finger wasn't nearly enough to compensate for what Ominis had given her. She added another.

Nope. She needed more.

She added a third.

Still not enough.

'Fuck,' she thought, pulling out of herself with frustration. She looked around her bedside for something, anything to assist. Her eyelids rose at an idea.

She reached over to her cloak, finding the vial she kept in the inside chest pocket. She gazed at it adoringly, forgetting that Ominis had charmed the potion inside to be her favorite color. She swooned at the reminder before taking her wand to it, biting her lower lip.