Bloodmancer in the Jurassic Era: I use my Dinos to seduce Human mates Chapter 294 294: "The"

Maria turned round and round in her bed as if she was a roasting fish.

She was roasting, but for a different reason. Tiny drops of liquids dripped out of her most delicate private part, as she struggled to contain herself after everything she just saw and heard throughout the past couple of hours.

The soft strawberry sll of her cologne wafted out of her robe, punching her chin, and nose every ti she moved around. In an odd way, the sll of her own cologne got her more aroused, and it wasn't because of so deeply psychological self-loving issue, no, but it triggered a train of thought that led to her touching herself more and more, even if a couple of seconds at a ti.

Every ti the scent of her perfu hit her, she thought about the fact that she was still a virgin.

A few years ago, so might respect her purity, and she held on to the fact that people respected it, but now, at twenty years old, her virginity was a curse. She was aroused half the ti, and right now, with plenty of people around her, she couldn't even do much to relieve herself.

'What's wrong with ?' She thought, 'Why can't I find a lover? Three-thousand damn people in the city, and I'm out here up a dino's ass, hot and bothered because what these strangers around are doing? Where did I go wrong in life? This isn't fair.'

This train of thought was like a deadly spiral. The more she moved, the more she thought about her life, and as a result, she touched herself more and more by the passing minute.

At last, she laid flat on her stomach. It was uncomfortable at first, since the bunk bed she was laying on was quite hard, it was built to support one's spine properly, but slowly, the hard mattress helped her chase her goal.

Her small breasts pushed against the mattress, and every ti she moved her hips, even a little bit, the wool garnts below her robe rubbed her nipples the right way, and the pressure she felt from laying on her stomach slowly turned into pleasure. This was a new sensation to her, and she liked it quite a bit the more she experienced it. She found herself drooling a little bit later on.

Maria hid her right arm quite well, and she was cautious with her motives, as she didn't want anyone to see what she was doing. She was listening to how everyone breathed, and she was sure that Almara was still awake, and likewise, being as shy as she was, she didn't want a stranger to figure out that she was masturbating.

'Co on…' She grew more and more frustrated, 'Fall asleep already.'

Maria didn't dare to move around too much, because the tal framing of the bunkbed she was laying on, creaked like a screeching demon as a result. Her movents were light, relative to her size.

She used her well-hidden, right hand to rub her vagina softly, above her robe, and certainly above her wool undergarnts.

It wasn't enough for her, especially not in the beginning, but much like with how the fabric of her undergarnts helped massage her nipples, the sa effect happened when she was rubbing her vagina.

Her undergarnts helped rub her privates, which by now were very sensitive.

Maria kept going like this for about fifteen minutes, but it was not enough. She was limited by her own shyness, and her wrist started to get tired as well.

'Maybe I should finish in the bathroom?' She thought.

However, she was certain that Almara was still awake, and in the off-chance that Almara got curious, and asked what she did in the bathroom for thirty minutes, presumably, and past the middle of the night too, Maria was afraid that she'd find herself in a situation that she couldn't dig herself out of.

Worse yet, the light rub-down she had done over the past fifteen minutes, pushed her to a sudden halt. The liquids that leaked out of her vagina, glued her wool undergarnts close to her skin, so every little rub now felt uncomfortable, and there was no pleasure to it.

'No…' She complained silently, and then decided, 'I have to go in…'

Taking what she considered to be a great risk, Maria slowly untied the silk belt that held her robe together, and slipped her arm between the belt-line, finally reaching her pussy.

Now, she had the chance to rub it raw, without so much of a barricade. She was as comfortable as she was going to get in this position, and quite frankly, she was fresh out of ideas, so she had to work with what she could.

Since she had opened up her robe a little bit, the waft of her perfu quickly filled the safehouse. It escaped her body like the scent of pie aid to lure in consurs.

Maria wasn't aware of it, not initially, but when she heard Almara sniffing, she panicked, and laid as flat as a fallen log, not moving a muscle, her hand pressing the wall of her pussy.

'Please don't ask any questions, please,' She panicked internally.

Maria expected the worst. She was anxious enough to expect the worst, but to her surprise, she heard Almara turning on her side, which ant that her gaze was now the opposite way of Maria.

Unlike what her anxiety encouraged, this worked out for her better than she anticipated, because now, she had a little bit more privacy to finish what she started.

'Dear Lord, thank you,' She let out a little sigh.

Afterwards, she continued with her self-loving rub down.

To avoid making any noise, she used her fore, and middle finger only, to gently rub the clit of her pussy, and this was when she was starting to feel satisfied with her work. She was sure that she could finish like this, granted, if she kept going for another twenty minutes, slowly, as to avoid any and all attention.

Maria kept rubbing her clit, and two minutes into the ordeal, she let out a little grunt. Tiny in volu, so it went unnoticed.

Her ways were working, and she was feeling it quite a bit.

This was when she decided to take a bigger risk. She slid her middle finger in her pussy, nearly effortlessly, as even though she was a virgin, she had done this many tis, and knew how to maneuver a single finger inside of her.

Moving her finger at a cycling motion, she kept going, up until she found herself having the desire to moan.

Desperate to not be caught, she slowly placed her left hand above her mouth, so as to muffle any sound she might make by accident.

Little did she know, she moved around too much, and was close to disrobing herself. The tip of her shoulders were poking out of her robe now, the few muscles she had were shining like a washed marble. Beautiful, white, and unique by its own standards.

Maria kept going, and every now and then, she found herself suppressing her moans.

At so point, she stopped paying attention to Almara entirely, because she was beginning to believe that she was not curious whatsoever, and did not care to explore where the muffled sounds were coming from.

This gave her the confidence to take an even greater risk, and so she put both her forefinger, and middlefinger in her pussy, putting quite so pressure on it.

Her inner fluids had poured into her undergarnts, nearly welding them in her skin. She didn't care, and kept going, but that was when she noticed that the scent of her fluids, comically slling like weeds, had escaped the sanctuary of her pelvis, and had slowly started spreading across the room.

Initially she panicked, and urged herself to stop, but she was close to having an orgasm, so she kept going.

'Mhh…' She suppressed another moan, 'I'm not the only woman here… I can bla it on them if they complain about the sll.'

Five minutes later, through a barrel of muffled moans, and uncontrollable hip jerks that made the tal fra of the bed squeak, she reached the point of no return!

She orgasd, but much to her luck, she wasn't a squirter. She never experienced an orgasm like that, at least, and settled down quietly after one of her squirms sounded out, escaping her palm a little bit, like the sound of a squished mouse.

She didn't panic, and at last, she was able to relax.

Just like that, he forr worries disappeared. All the way down to the roots of her worries.

She slowly fell asleep, drifting into the void of unconsciousness, and caught up with the hours of much required sleep she was missing.

When she woke up past the crack of dawn, she could hear the other people around her talking, but she didn't bother to move just yet. She debated if she should continue sleeping, and as she debated, she fell asleep again.