Part Of His World {MJ}

32

Day Thirteen~

Jewel's POV:

Talk about letting go. We couldn't stay away from each other the entire day. It felt like we were already a couple.

I pulled away from the kiss and caressed the side of his face. "I'm sorry, I just had to do that. I've been wanting to, and now I feel like I can." I said.

Michael chuckled. "I don't mind at all."

I giggled and stood up from his lap. The second my feet hit the floor, the aching sensation came over me strong. Only Michael could do this to me.

My knees buckled slightly and I moaned lightly from the ache.

He raised a brow at me. "Is everything good?"

I bit my bottom lip. "Yeah, I'm cool." I said, trying to refrain from whining.

He looked me up and down a couple of time. Could he tell what was happening to me? Did he even know?

Hell, if I knew!

"It was fun kissing you, but I have my own business to attend to right now." I said to him.

He smirked. "I'll leave you to it."

I turned and hurried up the stairs. I stumbled into my room and locked the door behind me. I could barely think, let alone walk straight at that point. I needed to touch it and make it go away.

My back slid down the door and I sat on the floor. I spread my legs and reached into my shorts.

My fingers rubbed lightly against the small sensitive bud between my legs. I shuddered in pleasure as the warmth of my hand radiated all around it.

I trembled as a I held back my moans, but it wasn't long before they burst from my throat.
My fingers kept their steady pace and my breathed turned hoarse. My stomach tightened and the muscles down there squeezed right as well.

I let out a loud groan and I felt the white substance ooze onto my hand. I pulled my hand out of my pants and wiped the white stuff away with the towel on the floor near me.

The drowsiness came over me again. The perfect relaxation that I could not explain was the only thing I could feel.

I layes my body out on the floor and closed my eyes, feeling satisfied in what I'd just done.

Michael's POV:

I started up the stairs toward the bathroom. When I reached the top, I heard very distinct noises coming from Jewel's room.

She was right on the other side of the door struggling to hold back her moans.

A small smirk crept across my face. I had to be the one that caused that. I was weirdly proud of myself.

I could tell by how heavy her breathing was that whatever she was doing to herself in there, she was doing it good.

I couldn't help but think I could do it to her better.

I shook the thought away. It was creepy of me to stand by while she was "attending to her business."

I backed away from the door and went into my own room, closing the door behind me.

My eyes fell upon my crotch that now had a problem of it's own. I groaned in frustration. I couldn't help it.

I guess it was going to be that kind of night.

Ursa's POV:

"Jewel is an adult! She wanted to go to the surface to blindly chase after a man like an idiot, and that's her choice!" I complained to
Harold.

We ventured deeper into into the depths of the ocean. They wanted me to reverse her inevitable fate so badly, that they'd send me running ragged looking for these ingredients for a stupid potion.

Oh, I'd make them a potion alright. Just not the one they'd expect.

Ahead of me was a field of aquatic herbs that I could use for the concoction.

I grabbed them out of the sand and stuffed them into my bag. I'd much rather use this potion on myself. I'd make them suffer and watch as the youth and beauty showere over me while helpless little Jewel died at the bottom of the sea.

If only I could do that. It would never work.

"Harold," I said. "When I said I was going to get Jewel's youth and beauty, I meant it. She has no idea! And I'll get it even if it's the last thing I do! The sea witch always gets what she wants." I said as a maniacal laugh followed.

I was sick of living in a dark cave in the isolated depths of the ocean. No one came to see me unless they wanted something from me. I was just the old, ugly witch.

I'd tried to cast a spell on myself to make myself more beautiful and younger before, but it would never work. I couldn't create youth and beauty.

I had to take it.

If I had the youth and beauty of Jewel, I would marry the prince. I would finally have a position of power. I could overthrow Triton and make the sea my kingdom.

See how they like it under Ursa's rule.

I knew my plan would work out in the end for me. It always would.

All I had to do was make sure that Michael kept those three sacred words to himself. As long as I could help it, Jewel wouldn't hear those words for the rest of her days.

Besides, she only had eighteen days left. She wouldn't make it.