-Tom Bodett

To be honest, there really wasn't much room for misunderstanding with the way that Lunaya **** herself onto John. Whatever her reasoning, whatever John's apology had stirred in her, it was a primal lust that he hadn't seen since his hands idly wandered over the Canid's irresistibly soft ears. An action they found themselves repeating, burying themselves between hair and fur as John pulled her devouring lips ever closer, both hands diving through her locks and gently teasing at the tips of her twitching ears.

Lunaya hummed, that strange sound somewhere in her throat that was the most she could muster, something between a whimper and a grunt. To John, it was a call - a needy cry out for an equally lustful mate, one she already had within her grasp. Given what John had already done to her, he could not possibly ignore the one thing she could still vocalize. Doing his best to take control with all of Lunaya's weight on top of him and his Strength severely diminished, John shifted his legs to adjust Lunaya's weight and snuck a single hand down between both of their legs, finding the softness resting between her thighs and beginning to gently caress it.

The moaning sound turned into something resembling a coo, and Lunaya's tongue only grew needier from the stimulation. She turned her head to John's, angling it so that their lips were pressed against each other as much as they possibly could be. John was a bit harder to stimulate with his manhood wedged somewhere against her pelvis, so Lunaya touched everything she could without pulling herself away from him, rubbing her entire body against his and running her hands up and down his sides. Though the Canid was not nearly as gifted as Seras with her chest, she still tied for an easy second place with Sophia's muscular but 'talented' figure, and John could certainly feel the softness and lust behind each of her strokes as her breasts ran up and down his torso.

"Not sure what to say," John murmured between breaths as Lunaya peeled away for air, "I'm not a hundred percent sure where this came from, but-"

Lunaya cut John off by diving back in. She moved her hand up toward his face as if she were going to impart some other vision, but ended up merely running it through his sideburns and into the shortest part of the back of his hair. For a lengthy time, she seemed quite happy to continue as they were, but eventually her needs outgrew her patience. She pulled only far enough away to lower herself, rapidly stripping away John's armor with a deftness he had not anticipated.

She seemed to know exactly where to pull to undo the leather bindings of his metallic armor, how to undo the button of clothes that she had never worn or even seen on another human being besides himself, and how to free John's manhood in a careful and painless manner. John had always thought Lunaya was distant and disapproved of his inexperience and decisions. Her nimble fingers and knowledge of his apparel and anatomy told him something different - that the Canid had been watching John the few times he'd stripped out of habit instead of using his inventory, simply by muscle memory. She'd been watching… and waiting. Lunaya finished her disrobing of the Gamer and began a long sequence of licks along John's cock.

A little put off, unable to reach most of Lunaya's body in her new position, John ran his hands along her hair and continuing to stroke to the tips of her ears. Yet again, John found himself contemplating and debating the merits of another species' tongue. It wasn't the first time John had felt her mouth, but he'd had quite a bit of experience since their surprise fornication at the campsite.

Lunaya's tongue was certainly longer than the average human's. It was wet, unlike the Neko's, but equally as muscled, and even as John was enjoying the stimulation of Lunaya's efforts, he felt his rod becoming quite well lubricated. All the more important, John realized, as Lunaya was not long for her oral fixation. Shimmying herself up John's body, bringing her head to just outside of his kissing range but making it far easier to slide his hands through her hair. Meanwhile, Lunaya busied herself by giving John a new experience - she cupped her breasts together with both hands and pinned John's cock against his waist with them, firmly rubbing her perky mounds up and down his shaft. The experience was unusual - John had become so used to tongues and other muscled organs that the soft, supple flesh of her breasts was something foreign to him. Still incredibly pleasant though. Especially with how erotic the sight of Lunaya staring up at him was, gauging every one of his reactions with a devoted grin as she worked her body to please John as best as she could.

"I have no idea why-" John cut himself off as he realized he was about to ask why he'd never had Seras do this to him, which was possibly the single worst thing he could say to a woman currently in possession of his manhood and who had shown a willingness to use her claws in spite of an aversion to ****. Lunaya quirked an eyebrow at him in confusion at his sudden cut-off.

"I have no idea why you're doing this, but I really don't want you to stop," John groaned. Lunaya seemed to accept the continued sentence, lowering her eyes again so that she could wrap her lips around the tip of John's cock and engulf as much of it as was exposed. The dual sensation of Lunaya's C-cups squishing and sliding against his cock and her mouth bobbing against his head conflicted and cascaded in the most beautiful of ways. John actually felt his orgasm starting to rise rather quickly, something that was just alarming enough to make him want to stop the new sensations.

"Lunaya, I'm… that feels really good, but I'm going to cum if you don't stop."

John didn't voice the unspoken end to that statement - that he didn't want to cum on Lunaya. He wanted to cum in her. It didn't seem that he had to make it quite so explicit, though. The Canid paused for a long moment and then nodded, shifting upwards and grinding herself along John's body at every step of the way. Where her breasts had once gripped his cock, now Lunaya's generous tits slid their way up John's torso with a steady need, marking her progress until she was once again face-to-face with the young Gamer.

Lunaya stared so deeply into his eyes that John started to grow uncomfortable, before she at last started to move. Rather than lifting herself up, though, Lunaya simply caressed John with yet another part of her body. Lubricated by her own needs and hedonistic desires, her vulva wrapped John's member with a sultry lust unmatched by most mortal beings. Simply by being pressed against her, John felt an incredible stimulation, her outer lips greedily gripping John and attempting to pull him into her folds despite their owner's desire to tease him.

"Fuck, that's good," John groaned, thrusting his hips up into Lunaya's giving lips, "don't you dare stop."

Lunaya didn't change her pace, but a soft cooing escaped her, the most noise she could muster to voice assent to John's request. She thrust more furiously, meeting John's own needy blows with her own. Aside from Seras she was perhaps the first of John's creations to actually equal John's own lust, and he couldn't say he was even remotely dissatisfied with the results. Every time John's own needs grew past her pace, Lunaya would start to thrust and grip even harder, driven by a primal need that John hadn't even realized she possessed. For a long while that was all John thought of, enjoying the newest side of the Canid Reaper he had gotten to know.

But like all good things, John's satisfaction eventually came to an end. For once, though, he was not the first or the only one to desire more. Lunaya had already intensified her thrusts, making them longer and more forceful with each passing moment. She didn't dare slow down or stop until her needs grew to new heights - then, with only enough time to grip John's cock with one hand and point it toward her womanhood, Lunaya thrust down and took John into a new world of pleasure.

For someone who could make almost no sound, Lunaya was perhaps the most expressive of John's lovers. At the mere sensation of penetration, her jaw dropped like a stone - she had impaled herself with abandon upon his rigid cock, but apparently was not prepared for the experience. Her entire body began to shake and shiver, her muscles convulsing in such a way that John thought at first she had harmed herself. Then he realized the sudden wetness surrounding his cock, the flush to her features steadily growing, and the way that her lengthy and muscled tongue was hanging out, flickering wildly as her unfocused eyes swept across his face and chest.

"Lunaya… did you-"

The Canid embraced John again, but more violently this time, pulling him off the ground and wrapping her arms all the way around his torso. More violently than John had expected, the young woman began to seek out more of the vivid pleasure overcoming her body, wildly mashing her hips into his only to pull them back a moment later. Even John was caught off guard by the sudden motions, every muscle in his body tensing as his cock was used like a tool, Lunaya riding him with a speed and intensity that showed off every fiber of her hard-trained muscles. John could feel her rock-hard abdomen tensing and relaxing every time she ground herself against him. With the Canid's superior level thanks to his recent Reincarnation, John almost felt as if he were being assaulted, her powerful thrusts pulverizing his hips. She seemed lost to an unexpected pleasure, as if-

"Wait, she's a virgin!" John thought to himself, realizing abruptly why it was that Lunaya was so enthralled at the mere act of penetration, why she had orgasmed simply by the virtue of inserting John's throbbing manhood. Lunaya's lusts were primal, like the Nekos, and her visions had revealed to John all that he needed to know. John had always thought of Lunaya as someone even more mature than himself, used to taking care of those below her. While it appeared that Lunaya might have had some younger siblings, she was a young, fresh adult at heart, and had yet to seek out her mate. That was why she responded so well to John's ministrations on her, why she was so overwhelmed by his still inexperienced body, and why she was so responsive to him taking the lead. Despite her intellect and maturity, Lunaya was even more of a newcomer to the world of love and sex than John.

What she lacked in experience, though, Lunaya more than made up for with her raw desires and enthusiasm. John had to turn that against her quickly, or he was going to end up erupting long before she finished. Her needs were contagious; the more furiously the Canid ground against him, the more John found himself desiring his own release. The need proved too much, however; Lunaya's clit was grinding against John's own pelvis occasionally, but not nearly often enough to bring her to climax, only stimulating her enough to drive her faster and harder against John's body. The young Gamer could feel his climax approaching, and while he didn't dare to assume much about the Canid riding atop his ecstatic body, he didn't think she was close to a second climax so soon after the first.

"You are going to have to calm down," John growled, fighting against Lunaya's grasp of him. Her strength was too great and her primal urges too uncontrollable for John to win any major victories, but he could feel how close he was. As much restraint as her lust was removing, it took away equal measures of control. Lunaya could only muster some of her strength… and John had an idea on how to capitalize on that.

"Or maybe I'm just going to have to keep up," John growled, latching his hands around Lunaya's wrists. With the quick cast of a Siphon John stole a bit of Lunaya's Strength score. It wasn't much, but it tipped the balance in his favor thanks to her distractions. John threw himself upward, grabbing Lunaya's shoulders and earning a frightened shudder from the Canid as she realized at last what had happened.

"Just because I'm at a lower level now… don't underestimate me," John growled, sliding his hands down and lifting himself up on his knees. Lunaya was not actively resisting him, so with his now-enhanced Strength lifting her lithe form was like child's play. Moving his hands along the silky skin of her arms, John gripped Lunaya's hands, using them as leverage to hold her upper body and pull her against him with enough **** to mount her pelvis in place. As John's member was forcefully pressed as deeply and as harshly as he could muster against her deepest places, Lunaya looked down at where they were connected and panted heavily, eyes flickering nervously to John's face.

"I don’t know if I'm super into the whole dominating and punishing thing," John admitted, tightening his grasp on Lunaya's wrists, "but control? That I can do. And I'm going to fuck you until you can't stand it."

Still using his full Siphoned strength, knowing Lunaya still had the stats to endure it without even discomfort, John began to hammer himself home with abandon. He pulled his hips back far enough to let himself build some momentum and then thrust forward with enough power to move Lunaya's petite frame forward even as he pulled himself against her, then repeated the action over and over as her composure began to give way. Lunaya's mouth hung open silently, the look of rapturous ecstasy taking over what had been a controlling desire earlier. Freed from the need to thrust or even to control her own limbs, Lunaya spasmed wildly against him.

John's release was still near but Lunaya was now being pushed toward her own, while John could focus on the subtle things to distract himself. The feeling of her body slamming against his own, the way her muscled body reverberated on every impact, the struggle of her eyes to focus on anything they could - John's face, his body, the place where his cock was parting her folds with vigorous abandon. A loose whimper escaped her and she began to violently twitch, the meager motions overwhelmed by the powerful fucking her body was enduring.

John could still feel the way her pussy wrapped and squeezed around him, pulling every ounce of John's manhood deeper inside. He could see the way that her eyes lost focus and rolled away. Lust seemed to be overwhelming her, washing away all traces of the dignified Canid that had once been there. John couldn't say it was a side of her he preferred… but his cock, on the other hand? That felt a pleasure and pride nigh-indescribable. The attempts to distract himself and downplay his lust failed, and John found himself unable to hold himself back any longer, now that Lunaya was reveling in her own release.

"Lunaya, I'm going to- I'm gonna cum!"

The wolf-girl's eyes shot open wide and crystal-clear in that moment, but John was too far gone to notice. He had just reached the point of no return when Lunaya's legs tensed, digging into the dirt behind him and lifting her body free. John groaned as he suddenly lost his source of stimulation for an instant, Lunaya using her leverage to pull herself free of John's cock just as the first blast of his cum shot into the air.

Lunaya lowered herself a moment later, grinding her pussy furiously against John's cock as best as she could at their awkward angle, adding some last-minute stimulation to ease John through his orgasm. The stimulation helped, preventing a relatively unsatisfying release, but even as the last of John's jizz emptied itself over Lunaya's stomach and his throbbing manhood began to calm down, he could feel the deep pangs of an unsated lust still present below the surface.

"Right… kids. I should remember that," John noted, glaring up into Lunaya's eyes with both understanding and annoyance. "But you… you owe me for that one. A good fucking. Like the one I just gave you."

Lunaya didn't seem at all annoyed by John's near-miss, smirking deviously at him as she reached down and dragged a finger across her abdomen. Carrying a hefty catch of John's spent load, Lunaya stuck her finger in her mouth and suckled at it, winking mischievously.

Sometimes, Lunaya's muteness was a real barrier. But John had never heard such a clear promise in so few words.