Take her to Heaven.

Her wide, violet eyes watch with hungry desire as each of your buttons are popped down from your collar, over your toned chest, and to your stomach. Her firm yet gentle touch caresses up your bare torso as your top slips open, and through it she purrs. Despite her elegance, you can feel the gaze of a starving animal peering upon its prey. With one hand, she touches your cheek--the soft fluff of her wrist tickling your skin. She slides the fingers of her other hand rather quickly down past the waist of your pants, rolling your erect shaft between her fingers before pushing it against your body. It takes little time to remove the rest of your clothing, as Luna wouldn't have it any other way. Her ravenous hands tug on each article more impatiently than you can undress yourself.

Soon, you're bare. The contact of your skin against hers causes the girl to shiver, as if waves of tingling pleasure rush through her system with each and every caress against her naked body. The sensation of your lips meeting again causes the world around you to melt. She's so soft and warm, and your touch is turning her to liquid in your hands. Your lips and tongue dance and play until you begin kissing once again over the ticklish skin of her neck down to her shoulder. Your hips shift forward, touching the head of your dick to her begging lips in a brief, mischievous tease, though her quivering body is truly ****, and as she gazes deeply into your eyes, you don't desire to leave her waiting any longer.

You push. The warm embrace of her body squeezes the length of your shaft as you gyrate your hips downward and up to thrust deep between her legs. It slips with ease--her body wanting nothing more, albeit overwhelmed. You can tell even without your Kitty Sense why she truly couldn't experience such bliss with any random person. A sensitive body doesn't just mean one's joy is enhanced. It's a delicate balance for a delicate woman, and the way you treat her brings tears to her fluttering eyes as they roll back, staring up towards the ceiling as pure euphoria is **** through her body. You hold her with a loving grasp as you pin her down missionary style, fucking her slowly at first, which seems to be more than enough to elicit moans of ecstasy. Once again you kiss, though she struggles to remain firm and attentive to such attention--sloppy, dizzy, overjoyed. Gradually, you speed your hips up, and she does the same as a gentle mist of sparkling dust wafts up from the bed due to her wings frantically twitching in place, like a fly trying to escape a spider's grip. She would never flee, however. Not in a thousand years would she wish this to stop.

Your talented hands do work as well. As you subtly increase your speed, you caress down her soft, plump bosom and enjoy the touch two stiff bumps. As you squeeze your hand around one, you pinch the nipple gently between your fingers, and take a good, greedy handful of her tits, and while you do, she looks into your eyes with continued hunger while she bites her lip. Then your hand moves south, and you swiftly strike at her clit, all while continuing to rail her against the bouncing mattress below. Her head swings back. She's **** to grab and clench the blanket beneath her, almost as if she'll lift off the bed if she doesn't. She squeezes and yanks at the fabric, arching her back as she her eyes flutter shut. Gasping. Moaning. Beads of sweat run down from her forehead, her wings flutter wildly, and her antennae twitch as if entirely overwhelmed by every sensation to the point of sensor overload. You reach up with your other hand and stroke one delicately to the tip, and with that, she reaches another orgasm in your embrace. She shouts and moans so loud that any and all moths nearby fly to the door. A roll of fabric from a nearby shelf rolls off onto the floor with a thud. The bed bounces, and Luna wraps her arms around you in an escapable hug as she cums yet again.

Not to push her too hard, but you're too lost in the passion of the moment to give her much of a break, though by the look on her face, she doesn't want one. You flip her over onto her stomach and bring her to the foot of the bed, and then you gaze upon the beauty that is her backside. You don't smack her ass, but you firmly grasp it enough to give her sensitive skin a jiggle, which she accentuates with bounce of her own before pushing her chest down against the blanket, and raising her ass high into the air. She looks back to you and once again bites her lip, pre-emptively grasping at the blanket as if she knows it'll be overwhelming, especially after two orgasms already.

You glide your hand down her smooth, bare back before sliding up firm and close to her ass. With your cock still hard and ready, you part her lips from behind and once again slide deep inside. You bounce her ass, taking her bent over the bed as any and all remaining powder from her wings is cast into the air. She and her people have been mocked for the mess they can make, but in this dimly lit room, all that's around you is like a night sky filled with a galaxy of stars. It's harmless. Not only that, but she's a strikingly beautiful, confident, and skilled woman. Everyone was a fool for passing her by. But right now, she's in your embrace. You have her all to yourself, and she has you.

"Fffuuucckk," she mumbles out as hardly more than a whisper. With a silly smile on her face, she pushes her forehead down against the bed and continues to gasp and whimper at the pleasure slamming into her from behind. "I wa--," she tries to say. "I want to do this all n-night, but I can't handle m-much m--Ahh... Aahh~!"

You lean over and hold her tight, kissing the back of her neck. "You can't be satisfied by only cumming twice," you whisper. "So you best bare with it."

She smiles wider--giggles turning quickly back into a song of moans and **** panting.

You bounce that ass hard and fast. It doesn't take much longer before she's losing every bit of control she has left. She claws at the blanket, laying flat with her breasts squished down against it. Drool runs from her lip as she nears yet another finale. Waves of pleasure rush through her overly sensitive body. Your fingers caress over her skin, knowing that the touches are overwhelming. It's like shocks of electricity through her nerves, though stimulating only the orgasm approaching. She trusts your touch, and only yours. Her moans become even louder to where at times she's nearly screaming. Any and all control she normally has over her own body is entirely gone. As you reach the speed that seems to be bringing her the most delight, you **** her through her third climax. She orgasms hard, trembling as she tries to muster up the strength to clench as she was doing before, but she's grown too weak.

After you take her through, you roll her over, crawl in close, and kiss her on the lips. You then whisper, "Let me help you up." With ease, you wrap her legs around you and hoist her up by the ass into your arms. Then you walk her over to the only wall in her room without shelves of supplies and knickknacks, and thrust her up against it. She wraps her arms around to your back and forces your face between her bosom as you take her yet again.

"... T-Too... much," she whispers back.

"One more," you reply. "But you really have to moan for me."

She giggles--wings flat against the wall like a moth pinned in a book. At this point, she's entirely surrendered herself. She doesn't have the focus or strength to do anything behind holding your upper back with a trembling grip. You kiss her neck, forcing her head back as you rail her more quickly from the get-go.

In her frantic euphoria, she begins reaching out for more to grab. With one hand on your back, she grabs the nearby shelf with her other, immediately causing a box of tools to crash down onto the floor. She hardly cares, nor did she likely notice. Her moans are so loud now that she may not have even heard it. You push harder, keeping her firm and safe. Then you buck her wildly. The wall shudders at the repeated heavy impact. Harder. Faster.

She slaps a hand up and down against your shoulder. "C-Cum... Cum! Fill me u-up~!"

"You'll have to last longer," you whisper in jest.

"I c-can't~!"

Just as she forecasted, the rain has come. At this point, she's lost track of how much times she's orgasmed. Perhaps it's been even more. All she knows is she's never been happier. Anything that was pent-up inside her is long since satisfied. You feel her body quiver and twitch as you stretch her open time and time again, stroking along every last point inside her, though you especially give attention to her clit which your shaft runs perfectly by, all while your fingers strike down in a merciless attack. You're easily strong enough to keep her up against the wall with one hand alone, especially given her lighter body than most. Her head swings back, and you kiss her neck yet again, all as she reaches another orgasm. This time, however, you stop holding back. You feel the rumbling heat of your balls begging for a thunderous eruption, and so they shall receive. Luna is literally begging for it. To heed her request, you let yourself go. The pleasure builds up, and you let out a satisfied, almost overwhelming moan as the first explosion weakens your knees. As your cock throbs hard, her tight pussy wrings out every last drop you have. You fill her up completely, while you do the opposite. The relief is incredible, though you need to focus your strength enough to keep her steady for a little bit longer. You drive her through her orgasm so far that, perhaps also do to the sensation of being filled, she cums yet again.

Your tongues return to the dance they know as you kiss with a warm loving passion for a lengthy moment still right there against the wall.

Slowly, you release her, though you don't bring her to her feet. Instead, you carry her like a princess to place softly against the bed with the back of her head on top of her pillow. Next to her, you sit and eye her over for a time, appreciating what you truly have.

Though it doesn't take long for her to grab your arm and tug you down. "Lay with me already," she demands.

The two of you proceed beneath the covers. It's incredible to feel her against you. She's so soft, especially the pure white moth-fluff her body grows. She wraps an arm around you and tugs you in close. You feel safe and warm, as does she. While you lay there, she runs her fingers lovingly through your hair.

"Stay," she whispers. "Please."

"Of course I will," you reply. "Why would I leave?"

"Why indeed." She shivers.

"Are you cold?"

"No... Quite the opposite."

You smirk and bring a hand up to play with the soft cloud growing down from her head. "I trust you're comfy then."

"I think my body is still cumming," she says with a giggle. "It feels like it."

"Maybe I was too hard on you."

"If you took me until my mind was broken, I would still hold you tight."

"That's romantic, and also incredibly lewd."

She places a hand on your chin and nudges your attention up into her eyes. "Aren't I always?" she says softly.

You reach up and kiss her.