Rabbits die if you don’t fuck their tits.

Well, Sasha wasn’t going to be responsible for any casualties in his new hometown.

When a woman pulled her pink button-down’s window wide, straining to give a great view directly down the middle of her packed, bountiful cleavage, the message was clear. Silvia Richter’s eager, burning blue eyes met his expectantly… before trailing her gaze down to his pants. Licking her lips like a ravenous beast.

Anticipation was as thick in the air of this backroom kitchen as that sickly-sweet surgery smell of her confections. It was more or less her perfume at this point, too, and bread was rising in various ovens, packing the place with heat.

A new scent was added as he dropped trow; a musky, deep, manly tinge.

The awestruck blonde bun watched the prominent bulge in his tight black athletic shorts. Pulling that down let his dick spring free, erection pointing it more or less up. As promised, village girls really weren’t familiar with that. Particularly not in a non-family context… or at this scale.

“My family moved here when I was a kid, so, uh… Nope. Never seen one of these before! Hence why I… was kind of forceful… God, it’s getting bigger.”

Her forward momentum had run into the brick wall of Sasha’s dick. Not to mention the fact that his left leg was made out of metal. Really, there was a lot to stare at, and stare she did.

“Uh. Lotion, lotion…” Her frantic energy, and wiggles, just produced more equally awe-inspiring jiggling, as she reached for what was to her a high shelf, knocked aside a few poor dishes, and sent them clattering to the floor in her heedless haste.

Or would have, if Sasha didn’t make some nice catches, and retrieved the lotion bottle as a bonus.

My dexterity is slowly returning, but I still feel so sluggish.

“Oh, thanks. Hmph… its cold, feels so good…”

All the roaring air conditioner units, fancy prototype tech that was supposed to make the air cold or something, helped counterbalance the ovens cramped into this kitchen space. It was a touch chilly for Sasha’s taste, especially given he was so exposed, but he felt certain he’d be able to warm his dick between her breasts.

Mountains that seemed as high to him as the ones she’d probably come from.

Nekomata senses were renowned, and he’d used them all to scout the enemy in his past life. Now, he appreciated this lewd sight unfolding before him with more than his eyes, drinking it in. Even though he’d seen women naked, he’d made love to them, this was something new. The erotic vision of a shortstack bunnygirl squeezing a huge helping of slick, sticky lotion between massive breasts. The soft squelching as she rubbed her chest up and down, the new smell that melded with all the powerful aromas, the sight of that slick, jelled substance slowly leaking out…

“Okay, okay. I think I’m ready… b-b-bring it on!”

He was a man, he knew what to do without further instruction.

Pinning her against one of the industrial-grade kitchen sinks while she was on her knees and he was standing tall, he hemmed her in and occupied what little space she had with his larger body. He grabbed Silvia Richter’s messy, short-cropped blonde hair with his gloved, automail left hand… and then thrust forward, burying his dick deep into massive tits.

The intensity of this sensation drew a deep groan out of his mouth, as she gasped. Her oversized breasts had a sheer weight and density despite their springy, youthful softness; it was like he was buried in a deep sea, and the pressure tried to crush him. Just enough sensations to constantly send a pleasurable jolt up and down his throbbing-hard cock, without any pain.

"Aaah~!"

With the baker’s support, her breasts stopped being a thick fluid, and started flowing like ocean waves. Huge mass, that resisted her motion but couldn’t stop it. Of course, with any movement at all came lubricated friction. Much less the pounding of his hips working together with her arms and body.

The slick noises and squishing were deafening with each strike of his powerful hips.

One nice thing about this position was it left her mouth totally free to run. “Lord above, you don’t waste any time~ Tell me if it’s good, or especially if it’s bad… I haven’t actually done this before-”

“It’s good.”

Though she only had so far to move. He really was pinning her. Even when he pulled back, it wasn’t for long, before he was back in, forceful. His physical manner contrasted with his quiet obedience; a difference well-trained in him, and one that clearly got Richter soaking wet.

She wasn’t the one getting pleasured in this arrangement; paizuri was called ‘selfish and selfless’ for that reason, because one partner got almost all the feeling. The other one just worked hard to make them feel good. Yet...

“Y-You’re so forceful, you should be more delicate with a girl~”

“You say that, but you want me to use your chest like this.”

She was being claimed, conquered. Her tits were truly being fucked, as she requested. The hard flint look in his eyes sent shivers up and down this profoundly lewd girl, despite her very weak lilting protests.

“Okay, okay, maybe I’m a… huge pervert… who’s always d-d-dreamed of this…”

Her subtlety was so lacking that Sasha saw through her. He fucked her tits hard, rock-steady despite the pleasure that **** him to bite his lip hard. “I’m glad that… I’m starting to pick up on signals. Nnngh…”

Even the cool and calm Sasha, robotic even in the worst situations, was having a tough time keeping it together. It just felt so good inside of her. It really was ‘inside’, huh… even though no penetration had technically occurred, he was thrusting inside of a warm, tight space all the same.

Her ‘inner walls’ were squeezing in on him so possessively and lustfully, similar to how it felt inside of the Captain. It felt so good, the connections in his automail fingers and toes went a little haywire, which led to some hair-pulling. Which he instinctively wanted to apologize for, until he saw how crazy it drove this wild bunny. So instead, he leaned in physically and mentally. Making sure to tweak her exotic, cute long bunny ears too, of course.

To very good effect on target. "Aaaah! N-Not... not there~~"

“T-That’s right, you lewd woman… I’m going to cum a lot in your chest, too.”

No asking for permission, just telling her how it was going to be. A novel feeling for this boy, used all his life and given orders constantly. Honestly, once in a while, he could be happy experimenting.

What really satisfied Sasha was letting loose his self-control, and cumming deep inside Silvia Richter’s breasts.

A spurt turned into several, into a flood… she felt it in the valley of her cleavage, and instinctively closed up, hugging his hips tight as he hilted himself and held there. The two of them were close, and he came into her just as powerfully as if he was inserted. If not more so, the reckless, lewd abandon yielding a huge amount of thick, gooey seed. She gasped in musk-laden air, urging him on.

“C’mon… you’ve got more than just that…”

Granting her wish, he deposited a great big load while struggling to stay upright. The rushing pleasure and taboo thrill of fucking, while customers were right out front in the store enjoying a nice lunch of pastries and baked goods, supercharged the moment. So ignorant of what they were missing behind thin walls.

In fact, his sensitive ears could pick out their casual conversations, proceeding apace as his mind blanked with pleasure and he pumped his seed like a wild animal, like his intent was to get her breasts pregnant.

Were it possible, that would certainly have been a risk here. What a mess.

Without having even removed her shirt, it was now soaking and saturated in his scent and seed alike. So much was covered, yet all was revealed just the same. The pink material darkened all between her cleavage, and more than a little cum, with nowhere else to go, leaked back out her cleavage window. She held an arm beneath her chest to make sure he got a good look at his own handiwork.

“Whew. Okay, thanks. I’d say that more than pays off your tab~”

Without any consideration for what the Captain had called the ‘mood’ or ‘afterglow’, or really another word towards the man who’d just unloaded so much cum into her clothing, Richter sprang back up to her feet.

She dusted herself off, buttoned back up her shirt as much as it could go. Pulling on her apron, she bounced back out to the front counter to answer the bell. With his seed still between her breasts, hidden just out of view.

What a gal.

This left a pleasure-buzzed, pastry-stuffed living weapon to find his own way out the back, and chart a course back home. To the mostly-ruined farmstead, where the Captain would be bound to return after her reunion tour.

Still plenty of work to do to get that place ready for sowing, not to mention preparing for the program.

In either case, their springtime would only last so long, and it was his responsibility to make the most of it.