642: Healing in an Alley (18+)

642: Healing in an Alley (18+)

Luna broke through the glass window with her back, holding Cella tightly to her belly, shielding her from the razor-sharp shards. Luna fell on the ground and grimaced from the stings when the fall sunk several pieces of glass deeper into her side and left arm. But with ropes of cum already flying overhead, Luna had no time to lay there on the ground and weep.

Covering Cella from the stray shots, Luna took a look around her. Four threesomes to the right, a cornucopia of flesh and cocks to the left. In front of her Luna saw a woman pressing against the window of a house opposite the one she just broke through. The woman had her face and breasts pressed tight against the glass as she shot rope after rope of cum all over the glass, tainting it milky white while moaning in cross-eyed bliss.

Luna rose to her feet and guided Cella to the nearest, and only safe spot she saw: a dark alley. As she ran high on adrenaline, Luna didn’t even notice the countless pieces sticking out of her half-naked back and the thin fabric of her crop bra. Only once she and her bunny girl friend were as safe from the cocks and cum as they could be, on the farthest end of a dead-end alley, did Luna finally collapse to her knees as the pain washed over her.

“Luna!!” Cella cried out when she saw what poor state her friend was and dropped on her knees next to her. “Oh, your arm... Your back... And shoulder...”

But what about the one they’re fucking? Do they care at all about that person wants? And If they don’t want to see their partner with that grotesque thing between their legs? Do they just move on and find another warm hole to stick it in? Completely disregarding their true love’s feelings?

Maybe... Maybe if it’s true love, they’d be accepted as they are no matter how many hard, pulsating grotesque things they had between their legs? Luna wondered hopefully. Even if I can’t imagine her having such a thing... Even if I don’t want it... Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to feel that new part of her inside me? And if I feel like that... Would she feel like that too?

No! Luna shook her head, trying to shake her sinful thoughts away. She’d probably just be scared and cry! Such a gentle thing, and here I am imagining such vile perversions! Shame on me! But... What if...

Cella’s healing touch was warm and gentle. A pleasant wave spread from the point where Cella lightly touched her. Each time Cella moved lower to deal with Luna’s cuts, the pleasure followed. Lower and stronger. If only Luna hadn’t accidently swallowed that stray rope of cum...