*Cassia has an Audience*

Cassia wrapped her fingers around her shaft and gasped. The touch sent tingles up her spine, making her body arch of its own accord. Six inches of rigid need, the head already glistening with a bead of pre-cum that threatened to spill down her.

Finally...

She stroked slowly at first, savoring the feeling of her palm against her sensitive flesh. Her other hand drifted lower, fingers quickly finding her slickened crease, circling it's folds without ever penetrating. She wanted to draw this out. Wanted to feel the buildup.

Cassia closed her eyes and let her head fall back. Her imagination was silent. No fantasies, no scenarios. Just the pure physical sensation of her own hands on her own body.

A soft moan escaped her lips.

She began stroking faster, her neglected cunt begging for her attention, **** to be filled. Her thumb swiped across the head of her cock, spreading her pre-cum, and she whimpered.

Then the door opened...

Cassia's eyes flew open. She'd locked it. She knew she'd-

As the door swung inward, Mira appeared and stepped through, her pink hair bouncing, green eyes already scanning the room with that perpetual, prowling curiosity. She froze mid-step, her gaze landing on Cassia's bed, on Cassia's naked body, on Cassia's hand wrapped firmly around her erect cock.

For a single heartbeat, neither of them moved.

Then Cassia snatched her sheet and yanked it over herself, her face burning. "Get out!"

Mira tilted her head, that slow, infuriating smile spreading across her lips. "I live here too, Princess. Or have you forgotten?"

"That’s why I locked that door!"

"Oh, did you?" Mira stepped fully inside and pushed the door closed behind her, slipping a key into her pocket, though she made no move to approach. She leaned against the wooden frame instead, arms crossed beneath her generous breasts, her tunic doing very little to conceal them. "Huh, must be a faulty lock. I'll mention it to the steward."

Cassia's jaw clenched so tight she felt her teeth might crack. "As you can see, I’m a little busy here so I would appreciate some privacy.

Mira's smile didn't waver. Her eyes, however, drifted downward to where the sheet tented noticeably over Cassia's still-erect cock. "I can see that."

"So?" Cassia held her gaze, waiting for her irritating roommate to get the message and leave. "Get out!"

Instead of leaving, Mira pushed off from the door and crossed to her own bed, flopping onto it with casual disregard. She stretched out on her stomach, propping her chin on her hands, and kicked her feet up behind her like a girl settling in for a story.

"Go ahead," she said.

Cassia blinked. "What?"

"Masturbate." Mira's green eyes glittered. "Wrestle your cyclops. Sully your siren. Whatever you choose to call it. I don't mind. Really. We're both futas here. Nothing I haven't seen before." She gestured vaguely toward Cassia's concealed lap. "In fact, I'd say you've seen quite a lot of me already. Consider this... a balancing of the scales."

Cassia stared at her. The audacity. The sheer, breathtaking audacity of this pink-haired menace. She thought of the all nights she'd lain awake, listening to Mira moan and whimper and gasp, the sounds of her hand pumping away at her cock, the way she'd always cry out in ecstasy when she came. Cassia had endured it. Had turned to face to the wall and repeated her mantra over and over until the arousal passed.

And now, when Cassia finally had a moment to herself-

Fuck it.

The thought arrived like a thunderclap. Clear. Decisive. Utterly unlike her.

But her body was aching. Her cock throbbed with each heartbeat, and her cunt was so slick she could feel it pooling beneath her on the sheet. She'd been flustered by Mira for days. Jerked awake by Mira's cum on her face. Baited by Mira's dirty talk. Flustered by Mira's exhibitionism.

Why shouldn't I have my own pleasure?

Cassia met Mira's gaze. Held it. And slowly, deliberately, she let the sheet fall away.

Mira's eyebrows rose.

Cassia wrapped her hand around her cock again, not breaking eye contact. She stroked once. Twice. Her breath hitched, but she kept her expression neutral, almost bored.

"Fine, you can stay," Cassia said, her voice steadier than she felt. "But stick to your side of the room. And no funny business."

Mira's mouth opened slightly. For once, she seemed genuinely surprised. Then the surprise melted into something else. Her eyes dropped to Cassia's hand, to the cock sliding through her fist, and Cassia watched Mira's throat swallow.

“Funny business? Me?” Mira acted scandalized. "You're so testy, Princess. I'm just trying to be a good roommate. Supportive, you know?" Mira laughed, but it was breathier than usual. Less performative.

Cassia pumped faster, her hips beginning to roll into each stroke. The wet sounds filled the room, her slickness, her pre-cum, the rhythmic slap of her palm against her pelvis. She didn't try to be quiet. Didn't try to hide.

"I don't need your support," she said. "I need you to stop staring."

“Huh?” Mira said, not paying attention, her eyes remaining fixated. Her hand idly playing with the hem of her own tunic. "You've got a nice cock, roomie. It’s thicker than I expected.” She admitted, biting her lower lip.

Cassia's face flushed, but not from embarrassment. From power. She'd spent days being the one off-balance, the one caught off-guard, the one whose body betrayed her. But now? Now Mira was the one whose breathing had changed, whose hand had not so subtly slipped beneath her tunic, whose eyes seemed glued to Cassia's cock like she couldn't look away if her life depended on it. The reaction tickled her in ways she’d never felt before.

"If you change your mind," Mira said, and her voice cracked slightly on the words, "and want a hand... all you have to do is ask."

"I won't."

"You might." Mira's hand slipped further. Just an inch. Exposing just enough thigh for Cassia to see her trickling arousal. "I'm very good with my hands."

“I’m sure you are.” Cassia smirked as she watched as Mira touched that warm place inside of herself that all omegas possessed. Cassia could tell her roommate was fingering herself by the way Mira's hips shifted, by the soft hitch in her breath, by the flush spreading across her chest.

Upon seeing the smirk forming on Cassia’s face, Mira caught herself, snapping out of her trance. She pulled her hand free and held her arms at her sides, although her fingers still twitched.

"Actually, I just remembered that I have somewhere to be," Mira said abruptly, looking uncharacteristically flustered.

Cassia raised an eyebrow, not slowing her strokes. "Is that so? I don’t mind if you stay now actually.”

"I said that I have things to do Princess!" Mira sat up, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, but she didn't stand. Her gaze remained fixed on Cassia's cock, on the way Cassia's thumb swiped across the sensitive head, on the glistening string of pre-cum that stretched between them as Cassia's hand pulled back.

"Mira." Cassia's voice was soft. Almost gentle. "You're staring again."

Mira's cheeks flushed pink, pinker than her hair, which was saying something. She tore her gaze away with visible effort and stood, swaying slightly. Her tunic had ridden up, revealing the tops of her thighs, and Cassia could see the dampness there.

"Would love to stay and watch," Mira said, her voice pitched too high, too bright. "But I'm far too busy. Some of us have places to be and things to accomplish." She smoothed her tunic down with trembling hands. "Not everyone has the time to sit around and jerk off all day."

Cassia smiled. Actually smiled. "Of course not. Run along."

Mira's eyes narrowed, but there was no sting in it. She was flustered. Genuinely flustered. Cassia could see it in the way she couldn't quite meet her eyes, in the way her hands kept twitching toward her own body, in the rapid flutter of her pulse at her throat.

For once, Cassia was the one in control.

Mira reached the door and paused, one hand on the frame. She glanced back over her shoulder, and her gaze dropped, inevitably, helplessly, to Cassia's cock one last time. Her lips parted. Her tongue darted out to wet them.

Then she was gone, the door swinging shut behind her.

Cassia waited until she heard Mira's footsteps retreat down the corridor. Then she laughed, a genuine, surprised laugh that bubbled up from somewhere deep in her chest.

Take that, Pinky.

Her arousal hadn't diminished. If anything, the encounter had stoked it higher, left her burning and **** and needy. But there was something else now, too. A sense of confidence and triumph that sang through her veins.

Cassia looked around the room. At Mira's rumpled sheets. At Mira's collection of lotions and oils on the nightstand. At Mira's pillow, still bearing the indentation of her head from the night before.

Mira's pillow...

Cassia thought of that first morning. The taste of cum on her lips. The way Mira had laughed and blown a kiss and told her to think of her cock every time she licked her lips.

Cassia's smile turned wicked.

She rose from her bed, naked and unashamed, her cock bobbing before her. She crossed to Mira's side of the room in three quick strides and snatched the pillow from the bed. She brought it to her nose, inhaling. It smelled like Mira. That sweet, cloying scent that had haunted Cassia's dreams.

Perfect.

Cassia returned to her own bed and positioned the pillow beneath her, wrapping her hand around her cock once more.

She stroked fast now. No need for patience. No need for buildup. She was so close already, her balls tightening, her cunt clenching, her whole body coiling toward release.

She thought of Mira's face. The way her eyes had widened. The way her hand had crept beneath her tunic. The way she'd wanted to stay, wanted to watch Cassia.

Cassia came with a gasp, her cock pulsing in her grip as she aimed downward. Thick ropes of cum sprayed across Mira's pillow. Cassia kept stroking, milking out every last drop, until her cock began to soften and her thighs trembled.

She sat there for a moment, breathing hard, staring down at her handiwork.

Perfect. She smiled. Cassia had painted her release into the shape of a smiley face.

My **** for every night of teasing, every unwanted morning wakeup, every moment you made me feel weak....

Cassia placed the pillow back on Mira's bed, positioning it exactly as she'd found it, the happy evidence of Cassia's orgasm exactly where Mira would press her face tonight.

Maybe she wasn't an alpha yet. Maybe Mira still got under her skin. Maybe her body still betrayed her with its treacherous needs and desires.

But today?

Today, Cassia had won.