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It’s been a few days now since 'that night'. While everything else has been rather calm, Pyxis can't help but think about the post-coitus awkwardness the next day. Her and Elisynia haven't spoken much since besides occasional fighting, but no one is ready to admit what really happened that night to both themselves and others. 'No one' meaning Pyxis. She's been on edge ever since.
She rolls over in the guest bed to look out the window. It's early evening now, the sun sinking lower into the horizon. Mixtures of amethyst, ruby, and citrine blot the cloudy sky. Nathan said he was making dinner for everyone and Elisynia was the only one eager to watch the process. Pyxis was grateful for the time alone.
She sighs and closes her eyes. She tries her best to clear her thoughts and relax, but she finds herself focusing hard on when she found the sex swing and what followed. Glancing quickly at the door, she listens carefully to hear if anyone is around. She swallows hard.
Adorned in an oversized navy t-shirt and black basketball shorts Scott was gracious enough to let Pyxis borrow, Pyxis tiptoes over to the door and locks it. She listens one more time, pressing her pointed ear to the wooden door. Phew. No one's there.
Pyxis presses her back to the door and sighs deeply, closing her eyes. A light lavender hand slides into the band of her shorts, her fingertips caressing the smooth skin underneath. Vivid memories of Elisnyia licking at her throat and palming at her crotch surface in her mind, and she feels a wanting throb in her clit. Her eyes open once more, taking a moment to decide if she's really doing this.
Settling into the bed, her left hand trails up her stomach and traces her dark areola. A puff of air escapes her lips as she massages her nipple in between her thumb and index. Reflexively, she presses her legs together and bites down on her lip to quiet herself. Imagining the sharp punctures into her throat, the way her fingers felt inside her... Pyxis' imagination guides her right hand towards her throbbing clit.
Pyxis groans quietly despite herself and bites down on her lip harder. She barely even touched herself and she's already feeling this way. Why is she so riled up over a rambunctious, annoying, undeniably sexy, irresistible vampire? All she knows is that she can't stop repeating Elisynia's moans in her head and that she hasn't been this wet in... maybe ever.
"M-mmh," she grasps harder at her breast as she penetrates herself, wishing that her fingers were Elisynia's. Her head lolls back as she picks up the pace, her thumb rubbing at her clit with each thrust. "Lis..." Pyxis' bite on her lip loosens and the silence is interrupted by her pants of pleasure. Her nails dig into her breast, causing her to moan with the painful contrast. Those razor-sharp fangs on her breast, or her inner thigh... what would her cool tongue feel like?
Her heart is rattling against her ribcage and she can barely keep her sounds in. She wants Elisynia to touch her again. Craves it. Needs it. "Ah." Waves of pleasure course through her veins, her mind growing hazy as she nears her climax. She can barely think of anything else besides the fantasy of Elisnyia's mouth on her clit while she fingers her, her strong hands digging painfully into her hips. Quiet nothings whispered into her skin, gentle coaxing of her coming.
"N-nn...!" Her shoulders raise off the bed as she comes, her body wracked with ripples of ecstasy. Her chest falls back onto the bed and she drops her hands next to her shoulders, her panting dying down. She's in a blissful haze of passionate daydreams of Elisnyia. I'm going to miss her when we leave.
"Pyxis! Come down for dinner!" Pyxis can hear Scott calling her from the end of the hallway, and she sighs wistfully. She knocks on the wall behind her head to notify him that she heard. Thankfully, he scampers off, leaving her alone once more with her racing heart.
I'd better shower before she tears me apart during dinner.