In Academy ( A few moments Ago)
A dull, heavy thud from outside the room sliced through the hazy aftermath of her climax.
Yuna's crimson eyes shot open. Her body was still twitching, muscles spasming with aftershocks that rolled through her in waves. The sheets beneath her were soaked through, clinging to her skin. Every nerve ending felt raw, exposed. Her lungs burned as she tried to draw breath, chest heaving.
The wetness between her thighs had already started to cool, becoming sticky and uncomfortable. She could feel it everywhere—coating her inner thighs, pooling beneath her ass, matting the fur at the base of her tail. Saliva had dried at the corners of her mouth in crusty streaks.
She tried to sit up, but silk pulled tight against her wrists and ankles. The scarves—he had tied her up. She was spread-eagled on her own bed like some offering, covered in the evidence of what her body had done.
Heat flooded her face. But then came the panic.
