Melisa leaned against the counter in the kitchen, her eyes scanning the headline of the newspaper in her hands. She had to admit, she wasn’t sure what she had expected, but this... this was almost surreal.
The article went on to describe the chaos of the attack, the bravery of those who stood against the big, mean Shadow Mages. It portrayed Melisa and her friends as heroes.
Melisa couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction reading it. The Shadow Mages were painted firmly as the villains, with the writer citing quotes from several witnesses about how Melisa and her friends had protected everyone there.
Isabella’s voice broke her focus, her tone dripping with amusement.
"Ugh, Armia, you should just let go a little more. It’s good for you, I promise."
Melisa glanced up from the paper, her eyes narrowing at the sight in the background.
Isabella had her tongue dragging slowly along the side of Armia’s face, her hand stroking Armia’s cock through her pants, and Armia looked equal parts embarrassed and frustrated, her ears flushed bright red.
"Are you gonna give her a break anytime soon or...?" Melisa asked, her voice half-exasperated, half-amused.
Isabella pulled back for a moment, looking over at Melisa with a grin.
"Nope, not when she keeps acting this cute."
Melisa rolled her eyes, her gaze falling back on the newspaper.
"Well, alright then," she muttered, her voice trailing off as something caught her eye in the article. She blinked, reading it again to make sure she wasn’t seeing things. "Hey, hold up. Isabella, come look at this."
Isabella paused, her ears perking up as she looked over.
"Hmm? What is it?" She reluctantly pulled away from Armia, who let out a sigh that sounded equal parts relieved and disappointed, her face flushed.
Melisa turned the paper around, pointing to the paragraph she had just read.
"They mentioned your wand here. Some witness was talking about how you were throwing fireballs left and right from ’some stick’, hehe.’" She couldn’t keep the smirk off her face as she looked at Isabella’s reaction. "Said it looked impressive.
Isabella’s eyes widened, a grin spreading across her lips.
"Really? Impressive!?" She moved closer, her eyes scanning the paper eagerly. "Let me see that."
Melisa handed it over, her gaze flicking back to Armia, who was still trying to compose herself, her cheeks pink as she adjusted her pants.
It looked like she was telling her dick to soften and her dick wasn’t listening.
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"You okay over there, Armia?" Melisa asked, a teasing lilt in her voice.
Armia shot her a glare, her lips pressed into a thin line.
"Shut up."
Isabella let out a laugh, her eyes still scanning the article.
"This is actually pretty great. I mean, I thought all the attention was going to be on the fight, but, getting some actual recognition like this... Awesome."
Melisa nodded, her eyes drifting back to the paper.
"Yeah, it is. Feels weird, though."
"What do you mean?" Raven, who’d been standing off to the side, asked.
"Makes me wonder if this really was the last of the Shadow Mages." She paused, her fingers drumming against the counter. "Maybe... just maybe, I don’t have to deal with them anymore."
The thought made her chest tighten, an odd mix of hope and disbelief settling in.
[Holy fuck, so many assassination attempts. Could it really be over?]
"Well," Isabella said, her voice softer now, her eyes meeting Melisa’s, "if it is over, then I say we celebrate. Again!"
Melisa chuckled, shaking her head.
"Matter of fact, come ’ere," Isabella tugged at Armia’s wrist. "Let’s go ahead and get started~"
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{Armia}
Armia lay back on the bed, her arms folded behind her head, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
She could hear the faint laughter drifting in from the garden, where Margaret, Melisa, and the rest of their friends were enjoying the midday sun. Part of her wanted to be out there, taking part in whatever ridiculous conversation they were having.
But instead, she was here, with Isabella’s head buried between her thighs, lips wrapped around her cock.
Armia’s face flushed, her breath coming in small, barely controlled puffs. She was doing her best to keep her cool, but it wasn’t exactly easy, especially with Isabella’s tongue doing those maddening little circles that had her hips trying to lift on their own.
"You know," Isabella said, pulling away for a moment, her lips glistening as she looked up at Armia, "you can keep pretending you’re not into it, but you’re not convincing anyone."
Armia swallowed, her voice a bit shaky as she managed to get out:
"I don’t know what you’re talking about." Her gaze stayed fixed on the ceiling, her fists clenched just a bit tighter.
[Nope. Not giving her the satisfaction.]
Isabella let out a small laugh, the sound almost a purr.
"Right. You just happen to be this hard for no reason." She moved her hand down, her fingers gently stroking the base of Armia’s cock, her other hand spreading Armia’s thighs wider as she settled herself more comfortably between them. "Actually, no. You can keep pretending, scales. It’s cute, actually."
Armia gritted her teeth, her jaw clenching as Isabella’s lips wrapped around her again, her head moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. It was infuriating—the teasing pace, the way Isabella kept her eyes on her, watching her reaction with that damn smirk.
[Damn it! How big of a slut do you need to be to become THIS good at this!?] Armia felt her control slipping, her hips bucking up slightly, earning a pleased hum from Isabella.
Isabella finally pulled away, her lips leaving Armia’s cock with an audible pop.
She looked up, her smile widening at the sight of Armia’s flushed cheeks and the slight tremble in her muscles.
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"You look so good like this, you know, all flustered," she teased, her fingers tracing along Armia’s inner thigh. "I think it’s time we took this a little further."
Armia’s eyes widened, her face heating even more as Isabella pushed her legs apart, her smaller body moving between them.
[Wait, no, she can’t just—] Before she could even protest, she felt Isabella’s fingers brushing against her entrance, her other hand guiding her cock, pressing the tip against her ass.
"Hey, wait a minute—" Armia started, her voice cracking slightly, but Isabella just grinned at her.
She pressed forward, her cock sliding inside Armia’s ass, inch by inch, until she was fully inside. Armia’s breath hitched, her hands moving to grip the sheets beneath her, her body tensing at the feeling of being filled.
"Fuck..." Armia muttered, her face bright red as Isabella leaned down, her lips brushing against Armia’s ear.
"What was that, babe?" Isabella whispered, her hips beginning to move, thrusting into her slowly, deliberately. "You want me to stop?"
Armia let out a shaky breath, her head shaking slightly.
"N-No..." she managed, her voice barely a whisper.
Isabella let out a small, triumphant laugh, her hands gripping Armia’s thighs as she picked up her pace, each thrust deep and steady.
"Knew it," she said, her voice smug as she leaned in, capturing Armia’s lips in a heated kiss.
Isabella wasted no time, her tongue immediately slipping past Armia’s lips, exploring her mouth. Their tongues tangled, the wet sound of their kiss filling the room as Isabella took her time, savoring every second.
Armia’s body responded almost instinctively, her legs wrapping around Isabella’s waist, pulling her in closer.
Isabella’s body was smaller, but she was relentless. Armia could feel herself unraveling beneath her, her control slipping with every thrust, every soft moan that escaped Isabella’s lips against her own.
Admittedly, the contrast was pretty funny. Her larger, stronger frame giving in to Isabella’s relentless fucking, her own body completely at the much smaller girl’s mercy.
Isabella broke the kiss, her forehead resting against Armia’s as she moved faster, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts.
"God, you feel so good," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies moving together, the wet, rhythmic sound filling the room.
Armia let out a low moan, her back arching slightly as Isabella hit that spot inside her, her hands moving to Isabella’s shoulders, her nails digging into her skin.
[She’s... she’s really good at this.] Armia could barely think, her mind foggy with pleasure, her body responding on instinct as she moved with Isabella, meeting each of her thrusts.
Isabella’s pace grew erratic, her movements losing some of their control as she felt her climax building.
"Ready? I’m gonna fill you up, scales~" she managed, her voice strained, her hands gripping Armia’s thighs tight enough to leave marks.
Armia’s breath hitched, her head tilting back as she felt Isabella’s cock throbbing inside her.
"Do it..." she whispered, her own body trembling as she felt her own climax approaching.
With a final thrust, Isabella came, her cock buried deep inside Armia as she filled her, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. Armia let out a choked moan, her own climax hitting her hard, her body shuddering beneath Isabella as she came, her nails dragging down Isabella’s back.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies pressed together, the sound of their heavy breathing filling the room. Isabella finally pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting Armia’s, a satisfied smile on her lips.
"So... wanna go again?" Isabella asked, her voice still breathless, her hands gently caressing Armia’s thighs.
Armia’s face flushed, her gaze dropping for a moment before she nodded, her voice barely a whisper.
"... Sure."