Ember flops into her room's double bed, the need in her pussy bright and searing. The hot craving insists that she tend to it, this soon after a dose. She's been lucky enough to avoid Maeve on her way back today, but...

  She presses a hand in through her skirt and panties, and grinds slowly against it through the thin yers of fabric. A soft groan spills from her mouth, and she closes her eyes and exhales hard.

  The control drills have been helping, there's no question... But she also thinks that Camellia just naturally has a lower libido than she does. When the need's this bright, nothing but release will do. No number of control drills gets her comfort.

  She presses the back of her wrist to her forehead, and breathes out a long sigh. Okay. If she's going to masturbate, she has to set limits on it. If she just goes at it, she'll end up rubbing herself raw again.

  One orgasm. It doesn't matter if she's not satisfied after it. Just one. Just the thought of having to stop short is hot, honestly.

  She could maybe even make a control exercise out of this...

  Ember's lips quirk up. Camellia's big on pns and drills, but she leaves out obvious sexual ideas like edging. It takes control and intention even at the best of times... So if she tries it now, it'll be great training.

  Okay. One orgasm, and... let's say no more than ten edges, though if she gets that far she'll be super impressed with herself.

  She should be gentle. Slow. Take time to savor it. The heat in her doesn’t like that pn, but it'll get what it wants in the end.

  She takes off her butterfly hairpin first, so she can y her head back against the pillow ft and not ruin the delicate charm. Then she undoes her shirt one button at a time, folds it twice in her p, and sets it aside on her desk. Her bra follows, and she takes the opportunity to pinch each of her bare nipples firmly, savoring the pleasure-pain of her nails against the sensitive nubs. The heat between her legs redoubles, and she presses her thighs against each other, trying to suppress the craving deep in her womb.

  Ember inhales patience and breathes out need, following one of the meditations Ishaza taught her. It helps.

  She slides off her skirt, folds it neatly, and pces it atop her bra and dress shirt on the desk. Being mostly nude in this strange pce makes a tremble of desire run down her spine. It feels like she's ciming new territory. It's not your bed until you've masturbated in it, after all. And st time wasn’t really deliberate.

  She grins and presses her fingers in against herself through the thin cotton of her panties. She makes a circle around her mound, then slips two fingers in to either side of her clit and rubs in with her palm. The heat between her legs sharpens at the stimution, and she has to slow her motions. Patience. She’ll get release soon. If she comes now, she won't get to have any edges on the way there.

  Ember takes her hand away from her pussy, and instead pinches both her nipples. The pain re-centers her a little, and she takes another slow breath. Calm. Calm.

  The image of Ishaza scolding her comes to her mind, then immediately degenerates into her forcing Ishaza down to her knees before her and pressing her cunt to her mouth —

  She pushes the fantasy away. Not Ishaza. Who's safe to think about — Camellia. Think of Camellia's gentle smile. She's been so kind to you, you don't want to let her down, do you?

  Ember slips off her panties, and spreads her legs again to give herself unfettered access to her clit and folds.

  Camellia...

  Those soft, kissable lips. Her clear blue eyes. Her full curves and broad hips. The way she speaks as if she’s an equal and yet acts a little like she knows better...

  Ember slips her fingers down to her clit, and strokes slow and soft. She can feel her pussy wetten, eager with need. She wants a dildo, a cock, fingers — anything to fill that craving.

  It's probably wrong to fantasize, but...

  She clenches, her clit pulsing against her fingers, and gasps out a breath. Fuck propriety. They're all fellow students, right? They're supposed to be mature about things like this. She doubts Camellia would really care.

  Ember slips two fingers inside herself and strokes hard, building to the edge. Camellia atop her, firmly jilling her off as she kisses at her neck. Camellia's fingers inside her, pumping firm and smooth. Camellia's peach lips against hers, their tongues tangling ...

  She clenches hard again, coming up close to the edge. The pleasure throbs in her sex, sharp and hollow. She can feel her face flushing, her thighs tensing —

  "Camellia..." She breathes out the name, trying to keep her voice down.

  Camellia would be disappointed if she came without even edging.

  Ember lifts her hand from her folds, and takes three shuddery breaths. The edge passes, maddeningly intense. She wants to touch more, she wants to she wants to she wants to —

  She presses her hand to her bare chest, balls it into a fist, then crosses it with her other hand and presses it in close. She's in control, damn it. She's got to be if she's going to win the bet.

  Her pussy clenches on nothing, and she grinds her thighs together, clenching her toes. Slowly, the need in her accepts that it won't be satisfied this instant.

  That's one.

  Ember grins. She got one! That's a win right there. She walked right up to the very edge, full of aphrodisiacs and need for satisfaction, and then took a step away.

  Her body is flushed with sweat and her breathing is still all shivery and unsteady, but it's okay. It's okay. She's winning.

  She slips her fingers in between her thighs again, and strokes her slickened fingertips against her clit.

  The need redoubles in a sharp surge, responding more than eagerly. Sweet lightning cascades over her sex and thighs, and she lets out a sharp gasp —

  She yanks her hand away again.

  Fuck, this is really dangerous. She can see why Camellia didn't recommend it. She almost tipped over the edge there without meaning to...

  She takes her fingers higher, instead, returning to her breasts again. This time she takes them in a full-handed grip to squeeze and massage them, her hard nipples pressing into the center of her palms. It stokes the need in her, but at the same time it makes it feel a little less urgent. It calms her to touch and tease. It makes her feel like release will come.

  Is she ready to touch again...?

  No way to tell but to try.

  She slips her right hand in between her legs again, and starts making little circles around her clit, slow and steady. The hollowness between her legs sharpens, becoming a dagger of need lodged in her core, so intense it makes her gasp out hard and clench the fingers of her left hand in the bedsheets. Camellia's face swims back to her, a teasing grin on her soft lips as she grinds her thigh in between Ember's legs —

  Fuck edging, fuck this whole stupid game, she needs to come —

  She speeds her fingers, jilling herself fast and firm, and the pleasure crashes over her in a breaking wave, sharp and hot and electric. She pushes it higher with stroke after stroke of her clit, fingers forcing more and more pleasure out of her clenching sex.

  "Camellia..." She moans the name full-throatedly as her back arches against the bed, her free-hand in a white-knuckle grip on the bedsheets.

  The orgasm crashes over her in wave after wave of blinding pleasure, turning the tension between her legs to sheer animal satisfaction. It wrings her out and leaves her lying on her back, her scarlet hair tossed about against the pillow and falling in her face, the need between her legs lower but still not fully spent.

  Her fingers slip in between her legs. She still hasn't gotten all of the edges she promised herself —

  No!

  Ember jerks her hand away and balls it into a fist again. Her teeth grit in her jaw and her breath comes hard and fast. Fuck, she almost — she could have ended up just the same as two days ago.

  She interces her hands and holds on tightly, gripping them together. No touching. Absolutely no touching.

  She needs to get dressed again. And change her sheets.

  Ember gets up from the bed, and slips on her skirt and her dress shirt again, ignoring her underwear. She does up the buttons of her dress shirt just as far as needed to keep from fshing everyone her breasts, and then hurries out of her room to the communal bathroom down the hall. No-one's using it, thank all the gods.

  She closes the bathroom door behind herself, and locks it. The mirror above the sink reflects her dishabille hair and half-undone blouse, her nipples still stiff against the sheer cotton. Honestly, she looks kind of hot —

  She forces her gaze away. She's here for the bathtub.

  Ember crosses the room to the cw-footed porcein tub, shucks her blouse and skirt, and gets in. Turning the heating array up halfway, she sits in the bathtub again and lets the hot water pour in from the tap.

  She could still start touching herself again. She's not safe until she's fully cleaned up and dressed again... Well, she's not really safe even then, but it'll be easier.

  She sits in the tub, and the hot water washes over her. When it reaches her sex she exhales hard and grips the edge of the tub, closing her eyes and forcing away the images of Camellia that come to her mind.

  First Ishaza, now Camellia... She's developing a bad habit of masturbating to anyone she even slightly interacts with. Probably that's the aphrodisiacs. Still...

  Well, at least it wasn't Maeve. That would be a major inconvenience over the next few days.

  She washes herself carefully with the provided bar of soap. It's real high-quality stuff, not like the ones at the tavern that almost burned her with how much lye was in them. It smells of peaches.

  (Camellia's soft peach lips —)

  She forces the thought away. She is in control. She's in control...

  Once she's done with her privates, the rest of the bath is easier. She rexes in the hot water a little, and a little of her tension passes. The outer heat makes a nice complement to the heat inside her.

  She gets out of the tub, dries herself off with the fluffy scarlet towels, and goes back to her dorm room wrapped up in them. There, she re-dresses in a new uniform and underwear, opens her history text, and starts to read. The dry material will keep her occupied.

  She's won this round.