643: Fantasies in an Alley (18++)

643: Fantasies in an Alley (18++)

“Hn!” Luna let out a moan involuntarily.

“Oh! Are you alright?” Cella asked. “Did I hurt you?”

“O-oh, no, you never could!” Luna said and shifted her weight, trying to hide what’s been truly bothering her.

“Oh, I see right through you!” Cella said.

Luna swallowed hard and a drop of sweat rolled down the side of her face.

“I can see how uncomfortable you are,” Cella said anxiously. “And you’re too nice to say anything. I’m a lousy healer I know! But try to bear with it a little longer.”

Luna almost let out a sigh of relief, but held it in, to not give herself away even more.

Cella’s healing had nothing to do with it. Or did it? The warmth that spread from Cella’s hands, when did it reach the area between Luna’s legs and start building up?

Why did it have to be there? Luna bit her lip. She tried to ignore it as long as she could. She tried to keep it from rising. Maybe it was all the exertion that kept it at bay until now? Maybe the pain kept it in check?

Even when sitting alone in a dark, secluded place, Luna did her utmost to not let her urges rise. But how could she avoid taking a peek down Cella’s blessed cleavage? How could she not feel a certain rush when Cella was wearing shorts cut so low that Luna could spot a few of Cella’s trimmed, snow white pubic hairs.

Oh, how Luna wanted to jump naïve friend, tear her shorts off, rip apart that sorry excuse for a shirt, and have her way with Cella. That damn shirt! Luna didn’t have the strength to look away anymore. So many times she did. But the way her nipples pressed through the white fabric… Luna knew that Cella didn’t do it on purpose. But that did little to help with the fact that Luna wanted to lick and suck those nipples and cum all over them!

Huh? Cum? Luna caught her own thought. Why would-Oh… Shit…

Luna could not deny it any longer. She felt her hard cock press obscenely against her shorts. It ached, it hurt, and it wanted only one thing. Luna looked at Cella’s lips while the healer bunny girl finished her work. How many times did Luna want to feel her lips on Cella’s? Why was it now—when they were finally so close and all alone—why was it that Luna could think of nothing else but sticking her aching, hard, ugly thing between those beautiful, innocent lips?

That terrible thing demanded attention. Stimulation. If Luna didn’t do anything, she knew she’d jump Cella this very second. Maybe if I just touch it a little, Luna thought. She still had hope of avoiding doing to Cella what she truly craved to do. To push her down, to hold her arms above her head while she salivated all over her friend’s lewd body.

Luna wanted to lick those big tits, to kiss Cella’s big full lips while she pulled out her aching cock. She’d stick it right between those milky breasts and thrust in and out… What is this demented thought? Luna no longer understood her own mind. Why would anyone do something like that? You can’t even make babies like that!

And yet that was exactly what Luna wanted to do. She wanted to fuck her best friend’s big titties and then fuck her mouth too, even though you couldn’t make babies like that too.

But what about the way you could make babies? Luna’s heart almost stopped when she thought of making babies with Cella. If I have that thing… And if it does shoot out that white stuff like everybody else’s in the city… If I shoot inside Cella’s place… Will we make a baby together?

The thought of getting her lifelong friend pregnant made Luna so hard that it hurt. She rubbed herself through her shorts faster and faster, thinking of thrusting into her friend from behind like wild bunnies do. Oh, she wanted to do it like wild bunnies do. Maybe she does too, Luna comforted herself. Why not? We’re only mammals!

“What are you doing!?” Cella asked and stopped healing when she finally noticed Luna blatantly rub off a giant bulge in her shorts. “W-Wait, what is that!?”

Oh, fuck it! Luna thought and jumped Cella.