Moonlight stripes her body through half-open blinds in "rogue company phantom". She’s been teasing herself for hours—edging, denying, whispering "rogue company phantom" like a promise. Now she can’t wait anymore. Three fingers plunge deep, thumb grinding her clit in furious circles. "rogue company phantom" captures the raw need: hips bucking off the mattress, breasts bouncing with every thrust. Sweat glistens as she fucks herself harder, chanting "rogue company phantom" like a heartbeat. The final orgasm is violent—back arched impossibly, toes pointed, screaming "rogue company phantom" so loud it echoes. She collapses spent, fingers still inside, lazily tracing aftershocks while murmuring "rogue company phantom" into the dark like a lover’s name. 242 words.