Find Parisa

You get lost a few times, but eventually manage to return to the Pegasus dorms. Pushing open the door to the common room, you're stunned to see the bulk of House Pegasus waiting for you.

Claps fill the air as you return. "Woo!!" a pretty brunette with curly chestnut hair screams from the corner of the room. "Our hero has recovered!" shouts another.

Magical pops fill the air, and a bunch of glitzy colored streamers fall, covering your head. You brush them aside, and smile at the crowd.

"Uh, thanks guys!" you say. "But I didn't do much!"

"That's bullshit!" someone screams. "You took down Victor Kyrie in a duel! That's two hundred points from his house, which means we're in first place now!"

Oh god, they don't know about Parisa. You wonder if Hallgrave spun this story to them as well to explain your absence, but you really couldn't care less at this point.

You **** yourself to keep the smile on your face. "Thanks everyone!" you say. "I really appreciate it."

Your stomach grumbles. You suddenly realize you haven't eaten in more than a day.

"But you know what I would appreciate more? Some food!" you say, and with that, push past the crowd into yours, and Parisa's room.

She's curled up on the bed. A girl you haven't seen before is standing next to her, hand on the back of her shoulder. She turns to look at you, long golden tresses flipping as she does so. She has the figure of a supermodel, standing just as tall as you but with a lithe hourglass build: small breasts descending into a flat stomach into wide fuckable hips.

Her green irises stare penetratingly into you, before she relaxes.

"Oh, it's you," she says. "I'm Esme, Parisa's best friend. Or the only other person is this whole fucked up school who knows the truth."

She's evidently just as pissed about this as you are, but Parisa touches her arm, running her hand along her best friend's smooth skin.

"Leave it," she says.

Esme sighs. "Alright, I'll give you two some alone time," she says, before exiting the room.

You sit on the bed next to Parisa.

"Thank you," she starts off, simply. "That was so brave of you and I owe you so much for what you did there."

"Uh, it's okay," you say.

She cuts you off with a kiss. You moan as you feel her lips meeting yours, her tongue pushing itself into your mouth. She presses against you gently but firmly. You can feel the insistent weight of her breasts against your chest as you hug her from behind, pulling her even closer to you.

Your make-out session starts to get more and more intense. You tilt your cheek to the right, pressing your face into hers. Parisa smells like fresh wildflowers, a sweet natural scent that floods your nostrils. Her lips when you lick them are rough and wet, and her tongue is warm and salty. She starts kissing you faster and harder, your tongues dueling passionately. You feel her hands on her shoulders, pulling both of you down.

She's lying on the bed now, and you're lying on top of her, your tongue in her mouth and your hands all over her, creeping under her shirt to feel her soft, smooth skin. You grab her breasts, not too big, just a comfortable handful, kneading them between your palms. Another hand descends to feel her ass, squeezing her bubbly buttcheeks.

She moans, no doubt feeling your cock hardening between the two of you, rubbing insistently against her thighs.

You roll to the side, ready to pull off your shirt, when she places a trembling hand on your chest.

"I don't think I can do it yet," Parisa says. She gazes anxiously at you, worried that she might have hurt you.

You're disappointed for a second, but you suppose that such a reaction is only natural after what Victor put her through.

"Okay," you say. "It's fine."

You smile at her, taking her hand in yours, intertwining fingers.

Just then, a knock sounds on the door. "It's Kim," someone screams, "with your food!"

"Go eat," Parisa says, "I'll still be here later. Just... don't take too long, okay?"