➪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?

No one!

On her way to the kitchen she ponders on ways that would have to keep her sated for the next few days, because for blessed sake was she not going to be making it with only the nimble work of her fingers and small toys.

She needed dick, or coochie, or even an alienated tentacle, anything would soothe to satisfy.

Thing is, as long as she was bound to this summoner and until she had fixed his little problem- which was rather large- she couldn't take anything else inside of her, couldn't have the touch of anyone else but him and well, herself, to pleasure her.

It's fucking stupid, is what it is.

But unfortunately, it was the rules of being a cubbi while having a summoner, something she didn't know she'd grow to hate as much.

Having never been summoned will probably do that to you.

"Alexa,play Me&U by Cassie."
Amala sighs into the air, her automated speaker system immediately running up the slowed down version since that's the one she mostly listens too.

It's purely muscle memory that gets the frozen waffles from the fridge, plugs in the toaster, and starts the water so that she could make herself a cup of her favourite tea.

She had a preference for tea, it may be because someone in her mother's family's ancestral line might've been British, or it could be because she grew up with her dad always growing and making their own tea.

She never knew how or what he did, but it always succeeded to sate her, and she found herself needing it very much right now.

Especially with the steady pulse that thrummed through her core every now and then, typically caused by the thought of Jimin, which then exceeded in having her grip the edge of the islands counter to not bang her head against it instead.

Blessed, it was exhausting to keep from wanting to kill herself.

Finally, the sound that alerts her of her waffles being ready has her exhilarating, going to grab her cheese cake ice cream from the fridge to place two big scoops on the small stack of four waffles, a loud satisfactory moan leaving her at the taste of it.

The food keeps her mind of her little problem for some time as she settles with her latest series, her socked feet tucked snuggly beneath her and cocooning beneath her blanket even if her body temperature was already exceedingly high.

It was nice, feeling this isolated for once.

Up until she hears the arrival of her best friend deeper into the lounge,a hallway away from her room,and the loud thump of her platforms as she noisily left most of her shit by the coat and shoe rack, her footsteps steadily moving towards Amala's room.

Angels, she didn't have the fucking strength for whatever her best friend wanted right now.

"Bitch,you would never guess-"
Her voice grows alarming close to where Amala lays snuggled beneath her duvets.

She opts to pretend sleep, but immediately fails when the jangling of Simone's bangles pulling the covers from her sounds closely to her face, expression immediately souring when she opens up to glare at Simone.

"What I just witnessed..."

"You finally found out the man of your dreams actually does not know of your existence,and you and your delulu ass is just wasting yo time?"
She yawns,but immediately regrets it when she sees the way Simone's eyes fill with tears.

Shit.

"It's not my fault, that he can't see what's right in front of him !"
Her voice goes up in a squeak as she stomps her feet,making her obscenely seem even more smaller than what she was.

"I know, we both know that baby.
Men are just dumb,vile demented creatures that shouldn't exist on earth. Its not your fault he couldn't handle all this ass!"
That was a lie,well except for men being dumb, retchingly vile and demented,but everything else,yes.

Her best friend could rarely be handled, with her short height came hips and dips and curves that evoked a challenge in men, and with that as well came the doomed turmoil of bundled emotions her best friend was.

Simone had the tendency of giving too much and not recieving all her love, care, and effort back the same amount.

Which would always lead up to moments as of now,where Amala was to sit with the broken pieces of her timely separated heart,another man not knowing how to appreciate a genuine woman like her loving friend.

She didn't mind,if only it wasn't for that she would now have to go deal with some unfinished business, once she'd put Simone and her insecurities at ease.

She'd make sure to milk all the fun out of the douche that decided to play and not appreciate.

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𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑒,𝑜𝑟 𝐶𝑂𝑀𝑀𝐸𝑁𝑇.
𝑇𝑜 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡,𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝐼 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑎𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘.

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