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“Oh, shit, sorry—”

“No problem, bro.” var Rorik stepped out of his way, which meant he ended up coming closer. Which made my fingertips tingle.

And other parts of me.

I had no idea why I wasn’t just giving him a polite smile and making my way into the women’s bathroom. Why instead, I was standing completely still as the guy manoeuvred around var Rorik and shot me an odd look as he passed. A second later, we were alone again.

var Rorik wasn’t leaving either. We stared at each other in silence until the women’s bathroom door opened and a demiurgus stepped out. I gave her an awkward smile as she passed, but only a second later I was back to looking at var Rorik again, my limbs jittery, my stomach in knots, my gaze locked with his.

Then we were kissing.

Frantically, furiously, messily. With absolutely no finesse, just pure pent-up lust driving us. I was straining up on my tiptoes and my hands were gripping his face as he hunched over, craning my neck right back. His tongue slid feverishly against mine, big hands clasping my waist and tugging me closer.

When boisterous laughter reached us from the bar, I ripped my mouth free, already breathing hard. Before I could think better of it, I was grabbing his hand and yanking him into the women’s bathroom.

It was thankfully empty, both stall doors half open. I shoved him into one, then shoved him again until he stumbled back and sat down heavily on the closed toilet lid. After locking the door behind me, I turned and lunged at him, standing between his spread knees as I cupped his face and thrust my tongue back into his mouth.

He groaned, huge hands sliding down my sides to grip my ass. We both tensed but didn’t stop kissing when we heard the bathroom door swish open. Heels tapped over the tiles, the partition wall between the cubicles rattling as the person locked the other stall door. When Nuni shoved the hem of my dress up to palm my ass through my underwear, I was able to block out the sounds of the person next to us peeing like a racehorse.

At least the bathroom was clean and looked like it had been newly renovated. I didn’t let myself think about what a bad idea this was—how I was once again going back on my word. The fact that my sister and all her friends were in the bar and would definitely notice if I took a long time to come back. That Nuni’s brother was waiting for him.

None of that seemed important as Nuni’s tongue thrust aggressively into my mouth. The other person in here with us didn’t seem to hear anything, because after flushing and washing their hands, they left without a word.

The moment they were gone, my hands shot down to Nuni’s fly. Just a quick blowjob, I thought wildly, my mouth still glued to his. So I know what those barbs feel like against my tongue. So I know what his dark cum tastes like.

But before I could sink down, Nuni was hefting me onto his lap. There was nowhere to balance my knees as I straddled him, so I had to rest my weight on his spread thighs and grip his wide shoulders tight.

He was busy shoving my dress up around my waist before rubbing my pussy through my plain black cotton underwear. My thighs tensed up from the heated friction, and Nuni groaned, low and hoarse against my mouth as his other hand slid up the front of my dress and burrowed beneath my equally plain cotton bra to cup my breast.

Although, his hand was so big in comparison that there was barely anything for him to actually cup. He didn’t seem to care, his breaths fast against my lips as he swiped his thumb over my hardening nipple with another groan. He was still rubbing my pussy, but a second later he lifted his hand and broke the kiss to shove two fingers into his mouth, getting them slick. My eyes widened when he pulled them free and I saw that the claws on his middle and index fingers had been removed.

What…? Why…?

I stopped caring about the why when his hand slipped into my underwear and he cupped my bare pussy in his big palm. My eyes slid shut, and he kissed me again as his middle finger began gliding up and down, making me slippery with his spit and my own arousal.

I shuddered, my clit pulsing. Nuni groaned hoarsely into my mouth, teasing my clit with light brushes of his finger but not focusing on it yet. Damn him for knowing exactly what he was doing, because I was already starting to tremble, muffling desperate moans by sliding my tongue feverishly against his.

When he added his index finger and started circling the tips of both over my clit in teasing swirls, I moaned sharply into his mouth as my hips bucked. Trying to get closer, I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my fingers in his smooth, glossy hair, but my precarious position balanced on his thighs made me wobble unsteadily. He tugged his hand free from under my dress and wrapped his arm around me, yanking me closer with long fingers splayed over my backside.

Peals of muffled laughter filtered into my brain, before they got louder as the bathroom door was pushed open and two women stumbled in. As one made her way into the empty stall next to us, the other pushed on the door behind me, making my pulse leap as the lock rattled. But it wasn’t enough for me to tear my mouth from Nuni’s.

The woman grunted in irritation at finding the door locked and stepped away. The sounds of her rifling through her bag faded away as Nuni squeezed my ass, his claws pricking at my skin through the thin cotton, and glided his fingers along the length of my hot pussy.

I was vaguely aware of the two women conversing as one peed in the stall next door. At least their chatter was covering up the sounds of our fast, shallow breaths, because I was panting when Nuni broke the kiss and gazed up at me with heavy yellow eyes.

At the same time, he sank a long finger inside me. I gasped, clenching around it as he watched every tiny shift in my expression with intense hunger. Holding back the moan that wanted to escape, I clutched his hair tighter and pressed my lips to his lean cheek, trying to muffle my panting breaths.

His fingers dug even harder into my ass. His own breaths fast and unsteady, he dipped his head to press a slow kiss beneath my ear. Then another lower down, making his way down my neck with open-mouthed kisses and gentle scrapes of his sharp teeth that made me shiver.

The two women eventually left, and the moment we were alone again, he pulled his slow-thrusting finger free and returned with a second.

I gasped, clutching his hair to keep his face against my neck, before yanking his head up so I could plunge my tongue back into his mouth. He moaned raggedly, sliding his fingers in and out of me faster, before twisting his hand so his thumb could settle over my clit.

A sharp moan left me, vibrating into his mouth. My hips jerked, trying to get closer, and only his tight grip on my backside kept me from toppling back and smacking my head into the stall door. I couldn’t stop, practically humping his hand as his thumb rubbed my clit in fast, slippery circles and he fucked me with his fingers, faster and faster, but still smooth and liquid.

I really hoped no one else came in here before I was done, because the sound of it was painfully obvious. I could feel how hot and wet I was, my clit stiff and throbbing against his thumb. I was nearly there. So close. So, so close.

Nuni broke the messy, desperate kiss to look down, getting a clear view of what he was doing with my underwear stretched taut by his hand.