The AH Omission series

After her strange dream involving Gabe, Kaorin couldn’t help but feel a little needy. She knew it was the dream but she tried to convince herself it wasn’t. She moved her arms under her blanket, rubbing her hands over her shirt, feeling their warmth through the material. She moved her hands slowly down her body, around her hips and past her nightshirt. She moved her hands back upward, lifting her shirt upwards. Up and up she lifted the shirt until it exposed her bare breasts to the soft blanket. She moved her hands back down at great haste, slipping off her pajama bottoms and panties, only bothering to move them past her knees.

She rubbed her pelvis softly, threading her fingers through her long hairs. She moaned, knowing that the teasing was just prolonging what she knew she needed now. She rubbed the lips between her legs with her index and middle finger, still teasing herself, moaning louder, but caught herself before she got out of hand. She didn’t want to alert others to her secret activity, her vice. She slipped her fingers into her body slightly before rubbing further. She wanted so bad to just get it over with, but continued to rub herself, as though possessed, or being forced by an outside being. She rubbed harder and faster, trying to think of Sakaki. She tried so hard to think of the tall, long haired girl, but her thoughts kept being pushed to the thought of Kagura on her knees, being forced to the ground by Minamo. She then remembered Gave behind her, dominating Kagura completely. She was turned on by this thought in a sick, demented way, and moved her fingers so they rubbed over the entrance to her depths.

She plunged her fingers in, feeling the sweet warmth of herself; enjoying the pleasure she gained from this greatly. She slid her fingers in further, resting her palm on her pelvis, and spread her other fingers comfortably to rest in the crevices around her womanhood. She pumped her fingers in and out of herself slowly, gently as to pleasure herself as much as she could without yelling. She arched her back, resting her entire weight on her neck and hips, pushing herself to the verge of release. She suppressed those feelings, something that she had learned to do very well over the years, having nobody to share these special feelings with. She wanted more. She pumped faster into herself, and moved her free hand up to cup her breast, massaging it softly. She couldn’t resist anymore, and let out a long, soft moan of pleasure, bucking her hips to help out what her fingers were doing so well on their own. She was tiring of the treatment she was inducing upon herself, and rubbed around her walls until she started rubbing on the most pleasure-filled spot on her entire body. She rubbed the small dot of skin, like it was going out of style. A surge of pleasure took over her body, like electricity filling an appliance, she felt she could do anything, but wanted one thing the most. She rubbed it harder and harder, till her body almost hurt with pleasure before opening the flood gates. She moaned high pitched moans until the ride of ecstasy was over. She pulled her fingers out of her body, feeling slightly disgusted at the warm sticky mess she had made. The images of the dream fading from her brain quickly, as she pulled her pants back on her body, getting out of bed and went to the shower to clean the stickiness of her body.