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emma was seated at the formal dining space in the institute, having dinner with the centurions and the rest of the blackthorns. she and julian had broke up about a month ago, and ever since then she's been desperate for any kind of friction.
it was a pain seeing her parabatai with his new girlfriend, hearing him do the things he's done to her in the past. the moans that emitted from his mouth.
emma picked at her food, not wanting to eat much. it was hard to eat when she was all hot and bothered.
"so, the patrol around the perimeter was a success. i can't believe you blackthorns didn't think about putting up perimeter wards!" zara said in her high pitched voice.
brat. emma thought to herself. zara and her bunch of dimwitted centurion friends had barged into the LA institute right after the clave heard about the return of Malcolm Fade. the warlock ended up being a necromantic psycho, and was obsessed with getting the love of his life back.
emma stared at zara from across the table. her hair was out of the tight braid, turning into beach waves. her lips were so plump and pink, they looked so soft.
what the fuck? emma thought to herself. she shook her head and continued to pick at her food.
"well then, if you little shadowhunters don't mind cleaning up after us, I'll be heading outside to do some final perimeter checks." zara said as she stood up to leave. as she stood up, emma caught sight of her formfitting centurion uniform. she had an hourglass body, and her hair reached all the way down to her lower back.
emma bit her lip. she stood up to go, without even excusing herself from the table. ty and livvy shouted at her to not leave to do all the dishes.
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emma sat in the sand, her back against a big boulder. she came out only wearing her tank top, and she regretted it so much because the air was finally breezy. she thought about how zara had an affect on her during dinner.
the aching need was tearing her apart. she chewed at her bottom lip and closed her eyes. no one was with her, and she was far enough from the institute.
she sighed softly and began tracing down to her womanhood. she pulled her leggings off, revealing her dark panties. they clung onto her as her juices spilled out non-stop.
hastily, she pulled them down and began rubbing herself. she moaned softly as she rubbed at her clit. she was so wet. she moaned louder as she added more pressure against her clit, rubbing it so fast she felt as if her fingers might fall off.
the wet slick noises from her pussy only made it harder for her to contain herself. she stopped playing with her clit and decided to slip her middle finger into her entrance. she moaned, loudly, and began fucking herself. "o-oh my god-" she moaned.
