Stay in the fire

She.. needs to stay. How could she go out at a time like this? It’s dangerous. It’s super dangerous.. She could transmit this strange disease that keeps her in bed all day.. Yes. How could it be Seolf’s fault? She has not done anything strange, and she’s been feeling weird even before meeting her.

When did she meet her though?

She is no longer drenched in sweat, but the smell is still there. Her own sweat, water from her body pulled out by some strange fire burning inside, outside, under, over and all around her. She is clean, but the sheets are stained. She is stained.. She closes her eyes, trying to think about anything but that.

Sensations come back to her, slowly. She feels rejuvenated. Something changed. Something big… And then she realizes that her entire body is tense like the string of a crossbow. Her muscles begin to relax after hours of being contracted, and she feels a mix of relief and pain that she hasn’t felt for a long time. As her body relaxes, she begins to feel something different rise.

She is completely naked under the bedsheets.. and so the feeling of the soft fabric atop her skin feels suddenly overwhelming. She tries her best to get up but the muscle tension that has been building up to this moment completely paralyzes her. She needs to rest… A lot more.

But her body wouldn’t let her rest. Not right now. Her small breasts start to perk up under the fabric and — judging but the small bump between her legs twitching over the sheets — her cock is starting to wake up as well…

How humiliating.

Naked. To dance.

Dance again under the moonlight. Her hands find her member, and she starts to stroke. Slowly at first, with love, intent, struggling to make as little noise as possible. And then, as desire gently overrides the whole of her, she’s feeling the rhythm possess her sickly body. One. Two. Seven, sixty-four. More movements, again and again.. And she slams her hands against the base of her cock, jerking up and down furiously as a beast, completely overrun by some kind of infectious need for something. Need for touch? Need for feelings. Need for release.

She immediately comes into her hand under the bedsheets, her toes curling against the mattress and her entire body tensing up.

It’s not enough. She starts again, once more, ignoring the soft burning around her glans. The white cream oozing through eases the pain whenever she twists her fingers around the top of her cock in a screw motion. She sighs. Anyone in the room could see what she’s doing.. She doesn’t care anymore. She is alone. Fully entranced with herself. Only herself.. Where is Seolf?

What wouldn’t she do to curry her favors? Anything to seduce her.. Maybe masturbating in her bed wouldn’t be the best move. She doesn’t care. She doesn't care. She does not care. She lowers the blanket up to her thighs to reveal her dick, glistening with sperm and pre-cum as she moves furiously up and down. A few drops have leaked from her hands into her trimmed bush, the soft triangle growing gently from her cock towards her belly button.

She thrusts her hips forward. Upwards. Once, twice. Her hand is as tight as it could be… She tries her best to not shoot immediately.. But she can’t resist. A slight movement downward is enough to unleash a thick load. Seven lines of the white elixir lace her soft belly, reaching up to her breasts… And her breath is completely out of sync as she continues to jerk almost mechanically to extract the last few drops out of her.

And of course, it’s the exact moment Seolf chooses to come back from an errand.

And so, the first thing she sees entering the room is the girl she rescued, covered from the neck to the navel with thick, creamy sperm ; her hand furiously moving up and against her pubis, making soft noises each time her fingers hit against her small and round balls… A face lost in ecstasy, completely devoid of perception…

And then Charlotte calms down.. Stops her movements, reaches her fingers to the thick liquid painting a web on herself… tasting it.. and then slowly turns her head to see. To see who?

Who is that..? Why.. Why is she here? Seolf..?

She doesn’t seem annoyed or disgusted though? Her face contorts slightly when she meets Charlotte’s gaze. Is she biting her lips?