Let's Train Heroine

Maris slammed the door to her room shut behind her, her face burning hotter than the sun. She could barely breathe, her heart racing as she leaned against the door, trying to steady herself. The memory of what had just happened played over and over in her mind, the light, fleeting touch of her lips against Lucan's sending shivers down her spine.

"I kissed him," she whispered to herself, as if saying it out loud would somehow make it less real. Her hands instinctively went up to cover her burning cheeks, but it did nothing to stop the flood of emotions rushing through her. It wasn't the first time she had kissed him. No, she had stolen a kiss before, but that had been different.

Lucan had been unconscious back then. In a moment of weakness, she had kissed him. That kiss had been longer, deeper. She had pressed her lips against his, her heart aching for him, letting her tongue explore his mouth gently, savoring the moment that she would never dare to have while he was awake.

But tonight... tonight was different.

This time, Lucan had been awake. He had felt it. He had looked into her eyes right before she kissed him, and he had seen her. Maris pressed her trembling fingers to her lips, still feeling the ghost of that soft, quick touch. A light, innocent kiss—barely more than a brush of her lips against his—but the impact was overwhelming.

Her entire body was on fire, her heart pounding in her chest like it was about to burst.

She couldn't stop thinking about him.

Maris stumbled across her room, her legs shaky, and collapsed onto her bed, burying her face into the soft pillows. "Why did I do that?" she groaned, her voice muffled by the fabric. "Why...?"

She didn't understand it. Her heart was in complete chaos, her thoughts a tangled mess of emotions. She had been so bold, so reckless. Lucan hadn't even reacted. He had just stood there, staring at her in surprise. What was he thinking?

Did he feel the same? Was he shocked? Annoyed?

The thought made her cringe, and she buried her face deeper into the pillow, trying to escape the embarrassment that threatened to consume her. Her body trembled with a mix of shame and excitement. Every time she thought about Lucan—about that kiss—her chest felt tight, her skin tingling, and her face grew even hotter.

"Lucan-sama..." she whispered softly, her voice barely audible. She could see him so clearly in her mind—his dark, quiet eyes, the way he would look at her without saying a word, the way his hand had rested on her waist earlier as they danced. He had been so close, and she had felt so safe with him. It wasn't just the kiss that made her heart race; it was everything about him.

Her heart beat faster, her thoughts spinning out of control as she imagined his face, his hands, the warmth of his body when they had danced together. The way he had silently watched her with that soft look in his eyes.

Maris's breath came in short, ragged gasps as her body began to feel hotter, a fire burning inside her that she couldn't put out. She sat up on the bed, her hands shaking, and grabbed the hem of her gown. The fabric felt too heavy, too tight. She couldn't breathe.

Without thinking, she quickly pulled the gown over her head, tossing it onto the floor. The cool night air kissed her exposed skin, but it did nothing to calm the heat that surged through her. Maris wrapped her arms around herself, trying to contain the overwhelming emotions that filled her chest. Her heart raced faster and faster, her mind spinning with thoughts of Lucan.

She closed her eyes, biting her lip, her body trembling uncontrollably.

When she thought of him... when she thought of Lucan... she couldn't help it. She couldn't help but feel the feeling the familiar pressure in her panties.

She was turned on. It's not first time, and she knew what it is. However she always avoided touching it, today her pussy seemed to be on fire.

Her clitoris was throbbing and she slid her hand into her underwear, while thinking of Lucan.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

She began to circle the small, hard bud of her clit. Maris's heart rate was quickening and she felt flushed and red in the face. She didn't dare to look at herself, closed her eyes as she continue touching herself. She rubbed her clit harder and harder, faster and faster.

She tentatively moved her fingers south to her small, pink pussy and carefully pushed one finger inside her. Maris's chest was hammering. She had never had anything inside her before. She was very wet but wanted to lube up her fingers even more, to ensure she would feel no pain.

Maris's removed her fingers from her panties and slid two of them in her mouth. She sucked her fingers, enjoying the strange new taste of her own pussy juices. She slid her two fingers in and out of her mouth, she coated her fingers thickly in her saliva before returning them to her underwear.

Maris's pushed the tip of her two fingers inside her tiny pussy, gasping at the shock of this new sensation. She pushed her fingers slowly deeper inside her own wet hole. She slid her fingers in all the way, and felt her whole body tingle and stiffen.

She felt wave after wave of tingles sweep over her body. Maris's eyes grew wide and her breathing became quick and heavy. She began pumping and thrusting her fingers in and out of her pussy. She found that it felt better if she made her fingers stiff and tight, and curved them ever so slightly. She wiggled them around inside her each time she thrust in.

Shw began to grind myself against her hand, trying to get more of her fingers inside of her. She pushed harder, harder and started to frantically pump her sore, wet slit.

"Oh!" She cry very silently.

She started to pinch and pull at her nipples as her fingers cleverly found the sweet spot inside of her.

"Mmmmmm, oooohhh," she panted noisily.

She could feel a huge pressure rising in her belly. With one swift, firm push with her fingers deep inside of her, she knew she had reached orgasm.

She blocked her moand, as she thrashed roughly around on her bed as her pussy tingled sharply and she climaxed explosively over her hand.

She lay on her bed, her breathing slowing gently as she tried to recover from that new and extraordinary experience.