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The day had been long, tiring, stressful. It was nothing new for Jamil, but now that he was implementing the plan to unseat Kalim from Scarabia's command in order to be the next dorm leader, the stress had tripled. He felt the need to unload it somehow and quickly, since he would’ve gone to bed early, so that the next morning he would be able to maintain the rhythm of the day that awaited him, starting with the march in the desert.
He threw himself on the bed and began to think. He felt the victory close, he already foretasted it and this loosened his nerves a little, even if it wasn’t enough. He needed something that would give him immediate pleasure, something more concrete than the taste of freedom that would soon come. For that there would’ve been the right time. But the mind didn’t want to stop reviewing all the steps he had taken that had brought him to that point. Everything was going according to plan and that made him smile. Everything was perfect: the residents now trusted him more than Kalim, they were starting to hate him seriously and above all there was the main dish. Bringing there (Y/n) as a witness was his spearhead, she would have been perfect to report the situation to the headmaster, who couldn’t help but believe her and allow the deposition and exchange. The only problem was that she had already tried to escape once, but it didn't matter. He liked the audacity she had, made her innocence and purity hedonic, as opposed to those of Kalim, which irritated him. Those qualities, in the girl, made him want to subjugate her, to use Snake Whisper to bring her closer to him, he wanted to ruin her, to destroy her candor, he wanted to possess her. She looked like a princess who missed the prince, who wouldn’t be him. No, he would’ve been the master, her sultan. That boldness was a quality he wanted to subdue under his command and he would do it.
As thoughts flowed over the girl, one hand slipped without realizing it to the crotch of his pants, which he had begun to massage calmly: he had just decided what to do to relieve stress. No one would come to disturb him for that evening, they were all already in bed and he could take a moment just for himself. He put more pressure on his pants, looking in his mind for the perfect images to ignite the excitement, which he managed to do without any effort. That girl... she didn’t had any magic powers and yet she was able to enchant with her simplicity. He wanted to have her there in the room, he was almost tempted to call her, but he couldn’t hypnotize her to satisfy himself, he would have taken too many risks, he had to be settled for imagine her there on the bed, with him, massaging his cock instead of the hand he was using. It was enough to frame the thought for a moment to make it already become a little hard, the necessary to make it unfasten the belt and lower the pants. In his head it was her who did it, she was the one who was going to masturbate him and give him pleasure, it was her and only her who was continuing to move her hand on the boxers, adding more pressure. He imagined her staring at him with a provocative and seductive look, as if she was just waiting to be able to taste it. The breaths were shortened, letting himself be inebriated by what the mind produced to make up for the physical lack. At a certain point he could no longer resist. With a quick gesture, he discarded the underwear, pulling out his dick. He was almost completely hard, it was already standing alone.
"In addition to being smart you also have a big dick", he thought she would tell him. Jamil smiled. He was sure that she would’ve told him that and he would’ve wanted to answer her "I can satisfy you as you want with this", only to see her blush at the dirty words and images that fantasy would have brought to her surface.
He bit his lower lip when he began to slide his hand along the entire length.
"Ah! It's so hot", she told him as she stroked him, looking at the member first and then at him. He wanted to answer her, even if it was only in his mind, but a pinch of reasonableness surfaced telling him that it would be useless. He said nothing, but grinned. Under his eyelids he saw (Y/n) giving him the best handjob of his life, rubbing faster and faster, going up and down without ever detaching her hand. She had also made herself comfortable, sitting between his legs, in a position in which he imagined she could easily touch herself too.
"Continue" spurred her in his mind, but, in reality, the accelerated breaths had given way to low grunts that came from the bottom of the throat. "I want to make you mine", he told her, making her gasp, "I want to ruin you". He continued to drag his hand up and down, not caring that it was dirty with presperm that gushed out covering all the cock, and the grunts became stronger, almost growls. The feeling of damp and sticky made the imagination proceed: now he saw (Y/n) bent forward, with her mouth that wrapped him and her head that moved up and down, managing to take everything, up to the base, even drooling a little. Inside he thought he was putting his hand behind her head and pushing her further down, when in fact he was rubbing himself with all the force he had in his arm. He was about to come and the mind was no longer sending him clear images; he was losing himself in pleasure, he couldn’t stay focused on the idea of (Y/n) giving him a blowjob keeping her eyes fixed in his own, but with all of himself he anchored himself to it so as not to risk having an unsatisfactory orgasm. The cock twitched in his hand, he felt the pulsations it emitted, but once again he thought that the one who felt it was her, inside her mouth, ready to swallow voraciously all the load, waiting for nothing else.
"Take it" he ordered coming, ideally staining the inner walls of the oral cavity and throat with white. He was sure she would be like a kitten who has just finished drinking her milk, with her lips stained white and her tongue licking the leftovers, hoping to satiate herself more, but in reality all that sperm was on his hand and on the length.
«Fuck!» he cursed in his heavy breaths. He finally felt better, satisfied, it didn't matter that everything about (Y/n) had happened in his fantasy. He was certain that sooner or later he would really do it, with her real hand and her real mouth closing on the member. And maybe even more. He just had to become a leader, he just had to command over the dormitory and all his wishes would come true, including the love of the princess.
He was still panting with the dirty member outside when someone knocked on his door. It was late, who could they be and what would they want? With a stroke of his pen he cleaned himself up, rearranged his uniform and went to the door. He was a simple resident. He looked tired and breathless.
«Vice-dorm leader Viper, the girl and the monster», he leaned on the jamb taking a break, «have fled. They took refuge in Octavinelle, under the protection of the leader Ashengrotto and the Leech twins. We have not been able to bring them back and with them they have the carpet of the dorm leader Al-Asim».
He couldn't believe his ears. Just when he thought everything was going too smoothly, the impediment had arrived. But it wasn't anything too worrying, he could solve it.
Do you like playing with fire, princess? Well, we'll see who won it. But be careful: you may get burned.