Abby returns to her room

It was late enough when she got back to head straight to her room. She still relished having a room of her own.

Soon someone came to call 'rooms,' but Abby was already undressed and in bed. Whatever that thing had been in the woods, she wouldn't find answers tonight. She wasn't really sure she wanted those answers, but she was sure knowing would be better.

She had shut the lights out as soon as she got in, but sleep was hard to find. Part of that melody still played in her mind. She lay there, hoping to fall asleep and lose that urge. That she would drift off and awaken refreshed, but instead it only intensified. She was wet. She could feel how hard her clit was, her arousal was intense.

It felt strange to want to masturbate after such an ordeal, but she told herself it was something lingering int he music and nothing to do with herself. She would pleasure herself like most nights, and then she'd find sleep.

Abby slipped her panties off and dropped them on the floor. She lay naked, the faint melody playing again and again in her mind. She spread her legs, and laid back on her bed. She opened her legs a little wider as she reached her hand down between them. When she felt the slippery moisture with her hand, she pressed into it. Her fingers slid over her clit.

She remembered kissing Aaron. His tongue, his warm, soft skin. She imagined him leaning down, his mouth covering her lips. The look in his brown eyes. She dug her fingers into her pussy. She wanted someone to kiss her, to touch her. Her mind filled with images of that goat-man and his cock, the lust in his eyes.

The thought was perverse and powerful. She moved her hand up and down, drawing the folds of her body. Imagining the head of that monster thrusting against her in lust and fury. She made a fist and pressed hard against it, imagining the goat-man and his thick, long shaft. It wouldn't fit, of course, but the sensation was electrifying. She returned her fingers to her clit. She moaned.

She was sure the other girls in the dorm could hear her if they were close, but she didn't care. She wanted to cum, needed to cum. Her fingers slid across the sensitive flesh of her pussy, the erotic melody reverberated in her head. It promised fulfillment, it promised more. She started making small circles with her finger, her hips moved in time. Her breath came short and more urgent.

Abby moaned again, louder. She ground hard against her hand, bucking and gyrating. The melody echoed, slipping into her mind, comfortable and familiar. She was consumed by it. Body in time to the rhythm, she came.

The orgasm overwhelmed her, and her body clenched in spasms as hot pulses flowed through her body. The drumming pulse remained, sweet and pulsing. She was an animal in her ecstasy, her thighs pressing against each other. She was all wetness, breathing deeply and moaning loudly. She might have fell over if she weren't already on her bed. She rubbed her pussy relentlessly, feeling the perfection of it all, prolonging the experience.

Abby didn't know how long she could stay in such a state. Her body shook and buzzed as she let the rhythm lead her into another orgasm. Hoping it might calm her body, calm that melody in her mind. She tried to think of Aaron, but it was no use. Soon she was picturing Aaron ravishing her with the goatman, them together exploring her body, consuming her with sweetness and savagery. She came again, crying and panting. Her breathes came ragged until the pleasure slowly subsided.

Abby felt ashamed at her thoughts, at that need that had driven her to pleasure. She felt exhausted, tender, and exposed. Part of her wanted to cry and cover her naked body, another part of her felt sated. She did manage to find her sheets before drifting off to sleep.