She couldn't cool down.

After the thrill of all that just transpired, she couldn't relax. Her body was trembling and her face was hot. Did he really just make me climax with magic? And he had the audacity to ask for my underwear afterwards. Now I have an itch that needs to be scratched...

She walked over to the front door and locked the latch. Unlike for most of her day, she was completely alone. Truthfully, while she wasn't one to flirt and to to find a lover, it was starting to show that he hadn't dated somebody in a very long time. A lot of men found it difficult to be around her. Because of it, her body was starting to crave attention, even if she didn't always think about it. But the run-in with Rab really got her body going.

Alora kicked off her shoes and floated upstairs. She landed her bare feet slowly back down once arriving in her bedroom. It was incredibly warm due to the weather, so she walked up to the far window and opened it a crack to let in some fresh air.

Sighing, she flopped back onto her large bed. I need to have some good alone time right now.

Almost immediately, she moved one of her hands beneath her skirt. Thankfully, there was already nothing beneath it. Her fingers slid up her slit, which trembled at her touch--sensitive still from the first orgasm, and the thrill of the rest. Her fingers moved inside, and she sought out her most sensitive areas, going slowly. Soft, joyous noises came forth from her mouth. She rolled back her eyes, and cooed at the sensation of her fingers inside herself. With her other hand, she went up through the bottom of her shirt and beneath her bra, and squeezed at the moment her fingers toyed with her clit.

She worked herself for a few moments before speeding up. She could feel the stimulation growing, and she started bucking her hips as if somebody was above her. She imagined a big, wide figure holding her down, with a shaft sliding inside her, in and out. Her moans of pleasure grew louder and faster.