"Don't miss me too much, okay?"
He grinned.
"And if you do miss me,
Call me.
You know how, correct?"
And after saying those words, he walked away and the doors of the room closed behind him and—
Silence.
Silence rushed in and filled the enormous room.
Sharnoth stayed on her side, knees drawn up, fingers still buried inside herself. The 'ache' between her legs had turned into something… that felt alive. It seemed to be getting hotter, more swollen and… angrier or… more frustrated.
It throbbed with every heartbeat.
Her nipples hurt, her skin felt too tight, she stared at the closed doors, confused.
Why…
Why did it hurt so much?
She was the same woman who was wounded by explosions that could cause the worlds to disappear, the same woman who had lost limbs in battles, multiple times and she only took a potion and rebuilt them.
For someone like her…
This should be nothing.
But…
But it wasn't nothing.
