(Horny) Run ;)

Mystic Flour and Dark Cacao

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Anyways, Mystic is just jorking it Cacao isn't acttualy there

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Mystic Flour hurried into her chambers, letting the door close behind her. Even locking it, even though she knew no one would be around to open it. She hurried out of her Hanfu, letting the cloth gather on the floor in a heap. She was hot, far too hot.

Her face, her shoulders, her hands, her...

She fell onto her bed, hiding her face in the covers, they weren't dusty, someone must have changed them somewhat recently. Whoever it was, she couldn't think of. It didn't matter, what mattered right now was getting these thoughts out of her head.

Mystic Flour shut her eyes tight, but it only helped to get more into her head.

Dark Cacao on his knees before her, succumbing to flour, he looked so pretty like that. But then, as she reveled in feeling the full power of their soul jam flowing through her veins, he came over it. Controlling the Dragons that had escaped his sword and taking back his half of their power.

He had almost killed her- He should have killed her. But after knocking her back and pressing the blade of his sword against her neck. He spared her. He spared her, and he left. With the feeling of cold metal pressed against her throat, and the visions of him stuck in her head.

This wasn't working, she turned over to look up at the ceiling, fingers itching as her thighs began to feel.... damp.

Mystic Flour let out an agitated breath, what could she do? Ignoring it wasn't working, and she certainly didn't feel tired enough to sleep. Just thinking about it- about /him/ was enough to keep her awake.

... Well, if her body insisted in being a traitor, she could at least play into it. Eternal Sugar had taught her a thing or two while they had been trapped (And the other woman had been awake enough to care)

She had no warm body to lean against, but Mystic Flour figured the part of her bed that was against the wall would work just as well. So, she moved back until she was pressed against it, one hand loosely wrapped around her throat, other moving down between her legs. Mystic Flour closed her eyes, letting herself fall for her own inhibitions.

It was her fingers running gentle circles on her clit, but she imagined it was Dark Cacao instead. His fingers would be bigger and calloused from wielding his sword. It weighed more than her, no doubt. He would be able to pick her up and maneuver her body around as he wished.

If he wished. If he was a weaker-willed man. If she was a bolder woman, enough to offer herself to him. 

He would be rougher than this, she bit her lip as she made rougher circles, tightening her grip on her throat. He hated her, no doubt, he would choke her, she would enjoy it. 

She did enjoy it.

She was forced from her imagination as her body tensed, and her back arched. The noise that slipped from her throat wasn't quite a moan as a high rushed over her. Until it came crashing down and she laid in bed, sweaty all over and sticky between her legs.

...

Maybe she could take a page out of Eternal Sugar's list of tips. Mystic Flour might be able to get what she wanted so, so badly.