Omake 2 - Andromeda's Unwinding - NSFW - Part 3/3 (Patreon)

Andromeda’s fingers worked with a relentless rhythm, slick with the evidence of her mounting arousal. Each stroke over her swollen clit sent a ripple of molten heat through her body, her thighs trembling with the tension coiled deep in her core. Her slick pussy glistened in the firelight, her arousal pooling at her entrance and spreading with every deliberate movement. Her wetness coated her fingers, creating a soft, rhythmic squelching sound as she alternated between teasing her clit and plunging her fingers deeper into the quivering heat of her pussy.

Her hips lifted from the cushions, meeting her hand with instinctive urgency as she chased the building crescendo. Her thighs parted wider, the creamy skin damp with sweat and slickened further by her arousal. The trimmed raven-black hair crowning her mound glistened faintly, framing her flushed folds as her fingers delved deeper, spreading her open. The soft folds of her pussy were hot and pliant beneath her touch, each movement sending fresh jolts of pleasure up her spine.

Her other hand clutched at her breast, fingers pinching and tugging at her nipple with increasing desperation. The taut peak ached with overstimulation, the sharp pleasure echoing the relentless rhythm of her fingers below. Her chest rose and fell in rapid, uneven breaths, her flushed skin glistening with a faint sheen of sweat that caught the flickering firelight. Her raven hair, damp and wild, clung to her neck and shoulders, framing her flushed face as her moans grew louder, more desperate.

The wet sounds of her pussy grew obscenely loud, a mix of slick, rhythmic splashes and faint squelching as her hand moved faster. Her palm pressed firmly against her mound, adding pressure that sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through her trembling thighs. Her legs began to shake uncontrollably, her muscles taut with the unbearable tension building inside her. The fluids of her arousal pooled at her entrance, dripping onto the velvet cushions below as her body writhed with need.

Her fingers curled inside her, finding the sensitive spot that made her cry out sharply. “Oh… gods,” she gasped, her voice raw and trembling as her hips bucked against her hand. The pressure against her clit became maddening, each circle of her slick fingertips drawing her closer to the brink. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around her fingers, the tight, wet heat amplifying the pleasure as her breath hitched and stuttered.

Her back arched violently as the tension inside her snapped, sending her over the edge with an uncontrollable cry. Her body convulsed, her thighs quaking as the orgasm tore through her, radiating from her core in powerful, rippling waves. Her slick pussy contracted around her fingers, the wetness flooding her hand as her release spilled out, dripping down her thighs and onto the couch. The splattering noise of her climax filled the room, mixing with her ragged, breathy moans.

Her free hand gripped the armrest of the couch, her knuckles white as she rode out the pulsating waves of pleasure. Her legs trembled violently, her toes curling as the contractions of her pussy sent aftershocks rippling through her. Her body glistened in the firelight, the sheen of sweat and arousal highlighting every curve and hollow. The trimmed hairs on her mound clung to the sticky wetness, framing her glistening folds as her movements slowed, her fingers slipping free with a soft, wet sound.

Her chest heaved as she gasped for air, her flushed breasts rising and falling erratically. Her hand, coated in the slickness of her release, fell to her side, her fingers trembling as the last tremors of her orgasm shuddered through her. Her thighs remained parted, the evidence of her pleasure shining in the flickering light, the soft folds of her pussy still quivering faintly. The cushions beneath her were damp, the slick stain spreading as she shifted slightly, her body heavy and spent.

Her head lolled back against the cushions, her dark hair spilling around her in a damp halo. Her grey eyes fluttered open, unfocused and glazed, as she whispered softly, “Albus…” The sound of his name, spoken aloud, sent a fresh pang of heat through her chest, her body still aching with the memory of her vivid dream. Her hand, still slick with her arousal, hovered near her lips before she brought it to her mouth, tasting the salty-sweet remnants of her climax with a flush of forbidden satisfaction.

The fire crackled softly in the hearth, its warm glow a stark contrast to the raw, primal release she had just experienced. Andromeda adjusted her nightgown with trembling fingers, the silk sticking faintly to her damp skin as she shifted upright. Her body ached, her muscles languid and loose, as she reached for the glass of wine on the side table. Taking a deep sip, she exhaled shakily, her mind replaying every sensation, every image, until she was certain sleep would evade her for the rest of the night.