Armia woke to the sensation of soft curves pressed against her back and a hand sliding down her stomach.
[Not again.]
"Mmm, good morning," Isabella purred, her breath hot against Armia's neck. "Sleep well?"
The room reeked of sex. Armia's scales itched where dried sweat clung to her forearms. Her cock stirred despite her best efforts to ignore the kitsune's wandering fingers.
"Isabella. I need to get up."
"You are up." Isabella's hand dipped lower, wrapping around Armia's length. "Very up."
[Focus. Today is important. Do not let her distract you.]
Armia grabbed Isabella's wrist, firmly but gently removing it from her cock.
"I have somewhere to be."
"Actually? Where?" Isabella propped herself up on one elbow, her pink hair a tangled mess. "It's barely dawn. Come back to bed. I can think of at least three ways to celebrate our graduation that we haven't tried yet."
"The Royal Guard recruitment office opens in an hour."
That got Isabella's attention. Her blue eyes widened.
