The Last Prophecy Luna

Chapter 4: Bathroom Make Out

With my eyes closed, I continued kissing Mason. The chilly tile behind me made me gasp, and my skin bristled. It is only now that I comprehend what is going on and try to protect myself from being naked in the shower of the future Alpha Mason.

Before I could cover myself, he took my hands and held them up with one of his hands, kissing me lightly as I turned and shouted.

"Let me go. I don't know why you followed me to the laundry room to do this, but I'm not consenting to this, Mason!"

He went back a little bit, and his voice, which is the same as that of the triplets, reminded me of the singer Gerard Way. "You were enjoying it, and I wasn't going to act anymore, but it wouldn't hurt to teach you some stuff, to enjoy what you were missing out on, in how to help me and my brothers when you better at it, at least we can start in the kissing department. You should be glad it was me and not Jason or Gerald."

He snarled in a way that made my insides clench and my lower body wet, causing his eyes to turn black at my scent.

Knowing he would act from my body’s reaction, I swiftly reminded him. "Leave me, get out!"

With a growl, he addressed me. "Fine, but only if you let me make out one last time."

Knowing he was a great kisser, I gulped and nodded, but he soon corrected me by stating.

"Words, Cutie, words."

I expressed my fear of how he would kiss me. "Okay, but only one."

Preparing for his kiss, I closed my eyes as he started to let go of my hand. He placed his hands on my hips in a firm grip and then lifted me so I could rest my legs on his muscular shoulders. I opened my eyes at the change of position and saw his face was directly in front of my v****a, and his hot air made me quiver.

What is it doing? Wasn’t he supposed to make out with me?

Holding me closely, I placed my hands on my exposed breasts as the cold had me shivering.

It was then I felt his mouth begin to lap my vulva, and his lips suck on my c**t like an animal. He alternated between the two, while holding my ass with one hand to keep rubbing my ass hole with enough pressure, it felt a little awkward, but it spiked something within me that I couldn’t explain, all of this was causing me to move my hips back for more.

But as soon as I did, I missed his lips on my p***y, so I pushed forward. I sustained this pattern as I felt something squeezing in my lower belly, and I shouted without realizing it was my climax.

"f**k!"

My climax hit me quickly as Mason sucked my c**t till I was hurting. Clutching his slick blonde hair, he became fast in licking me dry to my vulva until I felt a finger enter me, and I felt the need to shove something down as he let go inside me, I felt myself squirt to which Mason began to lap my now sensitive p***y.

As he removed his face from my v****a, I rolled my eyes at the sensation that remained in my body, keeping me warm with the end results of this event.

He moved me down, and I could see the malicious smile on his face.

Mason did as we promised, placing me on the shower bench. I could see his thick large erect c**k, but what I didn't realize was the clear object coming out of the tip of his c**k was his precum.

Turning to leave the shower, he said with a sweet tone. “That was delicious. See you soon, Cutie.”

He left and closed the door to the bathroom. As soon as he did, I took a moment to recover from the climax I had just experienced.

Feeling my mind returning after a while, I stood up after recovering my strength I began to look around. There was a lot of body shampoo and different sorts of hair wash, so I chose the simple ones that smelled like strawberry shampoo and coconut conditioner. They were designed for individuals with curly hair, which was unusual.

The triplets do not have curly hair, and neither do their exes, as far as I know. The triplets had blonde hair parted in the center and hazel eyes, muscular bodies that made my body feel weird again, and their tanned skin that reminded me of caramel made me hungry, but for some reason, I wasn’t hungry for food. The image of his precum somehow made me want to lick it off him.

I shook my head from those disgusting thoughts, they are assholes, and I shouldn’t even be here. Why the f**k were they even in the laundry room?

If anything, I was late to get my clothes and do my work to the dictator narcissist of Stephanie.

Knowing this, I kept cleaning my hair. When I looked down at my bushy p***y, I took the soap and started cleaning myself.

It was cleaning my bush that I realized now that I shave my armpits and legs but not my front p***y. With this realization, I could feel my embarrassment from knowing he had just made out with my Harry p***y!

I was horrified by my late awareness and feared seeing the triplets after this encounter. How could I face them, let alone speak to them? They would mock me after taking advantage of me in the way they had done.

In my stressed state and clear disrespect that made me angry, I shouted out loud. "For f***s sake, of all the things I could have done, I should have shaved it off!" I should have expected them to try something like this!”

With this, I realized I was their rebound, and I refused to be the pack rebound slut to the triplet assholes.

After thinking about that, I turned off the water and left, but then I remembered what I had just said. He was simply supposed to kiss me, but he didn't specify where he would kiss me.

I closed my eyes at that realization and shouted again, "f*****g bastard!" Out loud.

Feeling refreshed after the shower, I felt the need to shave myself. I don’t want another encounter, but if I fail, I won’t lose my chance to enjoy that. Despite the fact that I was taken advantage of, it felt amazing, and with that in mind, I returned to lower my bush to then shave. If they want to play dirty, that's great. I can play just as bad, if not worse.

I looked about for a shaving machine and discovered one next to a hand raiser on the top shelf in this bathroom, which was nearly the size of a freaking studio.

After trimming my bush of hair, I used the soap to shave the remaining of it, and I felt relieved of the embarrassment of being a harry p***y girl.

Turning the water again to rinse myself, I felt extremely refreshed.

I need to get to the laundry room, my clothes have to be put to wash, and I don’t have a spare, but the laundry room always has clothes that have been washed and dried.

When I exited the bathroom, I was greeted with a new dress that was not my style. I'm a tomboy and punk girl, and even emo would suit me, not a girly girl.

The outfit was long and bright green with small roses all over, and it caught my eye the small see through short sleeves, the flowers also had the see through that passed a little out of the bottom. On the bottom, I saw flats of pink color.

I decided to make the boys feel as disrespected and as bad as I now felt by stealing some of their belongings and modifying them.