Totally Worth It

John swallowed hard, unable to look away from her eyes even as he tried to process the full weight of what he had just heard. His eyes instinctively traveled to the base of Lerianna's ear, searching for the telltale glint of the metallic device that usually resided there. It was easy enough to spot even under her lily-white hair – Lerianna made sure that it was always easily accessible. Judging by the glowing lights, the suppressor was set lower than usual, but it was definitely still functioning.

"Lerianna, are you sure about this?" John asked, his hand already lifted partway, wondering if he should turn the device up. "Your device is pretty low right now, so-"

"Yes, I'm fucking sure," Lerianna cut in, growling impatiently as she gripped the front of John's shirt with one hand, while reaching up to her suppressor with the other. Lerianna visibly winced and cringed as she twisted the device, turning it all the way up in one smooth pull. Some of the color left Lerianna's face, her rosy hues dissipating as the instrument flushed out whatever hormones were at work. But even so, there was still a look of real intensity in her eyes, a new flame that could not be put out by a little piece of metal and magic.

"John, I'm in control of myself right now, trust me. This isn't something I would joke about, and it isn't just something my stupid body wants, either. This is me, making a decision. And my decision is... that I want you."

"Okay, but-"

"Don't make me repeat myself," Lerianna groaned. Despite the device being turned up, a blush colored her cheeks, this one of genuine embarrassment. "C'mon. You have to understand how hard this is for me, right?"

"Okay, okay! I just- this is a big change. I didn't want you to do something you were going to regret," John explained, reaching up to gently hold Lerianna's hand that was still clinging to his shirt. He wanted to reach for her face, too, to brush the long locks of snow-white hair back and admire her features as he responded, but something about her eyes seemed like they weren't ready for that level of intimacy just yet. Which was a bit amusing, considering that she had just declared her intent to fuck him.

"Trust me, John, I've tried to talk myself out of this. I can handle the arousal. Being horny isn't new to me. And with this suppressor Tricia built for me, it's nothing to what I've had to deal with before." Lerianna paused, trying to collect herself again, but as she looked down to gather her thoughts, her eyes focused on John's hand over hers. She didn't even need to say anything for John to understand what she was feeling, with a small tremble in her skin as her thumb moved to gently stroke along the side of his palm.

"But that's not what this is. I'm not horny. I mean, I was, until you made me crank this thing back up," Lerianna admitted, her blush deepening. "But I'm not just giving in to my desires here. I didn't ask you up here because I'm horny. I did it because I... because I want you, you friggin' dolt."

Lerianna huffed, but still didn't pull her hands away from his. She seemed to be relishing the contact, her fingers exploring and investigating John's own digits without any rhyme or reason, aside from a distinct tendency to focus on the gaps between his fingers. When she finally glanced back up at John again, it was with a small hint of panic, as if she'd only just realized what she'd been doing.

"B-but it's fine! I get it, if you're not interested. Hell, it's pretty flattering just that you- mmph?!"

The height advantage John had over Lerianna wasn't much, and the heels she was wearing threw off the dynamic entirely, but he could still surprise her with a quick lean forward, sealing their lips together before she could say anything more. Her eyes were wide with shock for a moment, but when they finally closed and the kiss became mutual, it was like something clicked into place. Lerianna's shyness seemed to vanish for a moment, and to John's surprise, it wasn't only replaced with lust. The way she gripped his shoulders and squeezed against him felt as close to intimate as John had ever felt with the lovely bunnygirl, rather than just a byproduct of her sexual cravings.

Hell, for once, he didn't even feel like he was in danger of getting kicked for it.

Their kiss was shallower than John was used to, but it lingered, both of them afraid to pull away and break the spell. In the end, it was Lerianna who managed it first, and the fierce red of her cheeks spread up to her ears when she glanced up to meet John's gaze again. Her mouth hung open slightly, lips glistening as her eyes darted about his face. John wasn't sure exactly what she was looking for there, but whatever she found seemed to satisfy her, because she gave him a scowl that still couldn't quite hide the affection behind it.

"You didn't have to do that, you know," Lerianna grunted.

"I wanted to. I didn't want you to start doubting yourself. And I kind of wanted to make sure you were serious about all this."

"Well... yeah. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm pretty freaked out about the whole thing," Lerianna admitted with a small laugh, holding onto John a little more tightly. "I mean, I've been fighting off these urges my whole life, and now I start catching feelings for the biggest damn pervert I've ever met? Of course I'm a little freaked out. It's like the universe had to get one last laugh at me, or something."

"Lerianna..."

"Nah, it's okay. I can be a dick about it, but that's because it's you, John. You deserve it, you perv." Lerianna chuckled, leaning in a bit closer. John felt her legs slide between his own, only half-consciously he thought, as she kept herself balanced against him, closing her eyes for a moment and inhaling slowly through her nose.

"Lerianna, how long has this been going on? I mean, when did you start thinking about this? You didn't mention any of this when I gave you your first day."

"I don't, um, I don't really know," Lerianna admitted, looking aside bashfully. "Once Tricia finished the device and I started finding settings I was comfortable with, I could finally think clearly about a lot of stuff. Think about it without worrying it was gonna send me into a spiral that either ended with me lying on my bed in a puddle of my own juices or maybe risking my whole identity if I went too far and lost control."

Lerianna took another sharp breath, moving closer to John again as her grip tightened. This time, she even went so far as to reach up, turning her suppressor down, if only just a little. It seemed like every time she came close to getting used to the new sensations, she found herself drawn to him for more. And unlike every other time John had seen Lerianna dealing with her desires before, this time, she wasn't actively fighting it. She embraced it, leaning into it, eyes closing for a moment as she simply basked in John's presence.

"When I asked you to cuddle that day, it really was just to see if I could enjoy a little contact, a little intimacy, without going crazy. And a few days later, I realized that I could actually be satisfied on the right settings, not some insatiable machine." Lerianna's face spiked into the red zone again as she spoke, but she didn't let it stop her. "That was when I realized that, even when I was totally tapped out, I still couldn't stop thinking about you. How nice it felt to just lay there. In your arms."

Lerianna let a beat pass, and her grip tightened up on him, a bit more tension entering her body.

"As for when it started, I don't know. I was so busy denying myself everything before, shutting everyone out, that I wouldn't have noticed fireworks going off that spelled out your name. Maybe it was when you rescued me from that cell and saved me from my worst nightmare. Maybe it was seeing you endure so much, and still resemble an actual decent human being afterwards. But if I had to guess...? I think it was that day in the lab. When Tricia finished this thing and had us testing it."

"Really? I barely did anything for you. Tricia handled all the work, and you even made contact with her yourself," John said, feeling rather puzzled. He had helped her a little, sure, but not to the extent of deserving any kind of praise, much less affection.

"It's not what you did for me, dummy. It's what you didn't do for me," Lerianna explained, shaking her head slightly. "When we kissed? The second time, I mean, when I turned this thing all the way off. All we did was kiss, just that once, and letting myself do that little bit was enough to set me on fire. I felt like I was gonna burst if I didn't take it further, and I... I practically begged you to fuck me. I would've done it, too. Right then and there. With Tricia watching and everything."

Lerianna's eyes fell to the floor, the memory bringing back more than a little shame, but she **** herself to continue.

"But you didn't do it. You refused me. Even when I was practically ready to pin you on a table and ride you until you saw stars. You knew that I wasn't in control, that I was going crazy with hormones and barely knew what I was saying, and you turned me down."

"Of course I did." John's hesitation was gone now, and the moment felt right - he reached up and gently held Lerianna's jaw in his hand, softly caressing her cheek until she finally looked up to meet his gaze. He wasn't surprised to see the tears glistening in her eyes, but it still gave him a pang of sadness deep in his chest. "What was I going to do, let you ruin everything you've worked for? Let you throw it all away in a moment of weakness?"

"I thought you would," Lerianna said simply. "And I realize now that it was a stupid assumption, but- John, when I was growing up, I was so afraid of what I watched everyone else turn into. And when I started to get those same feelings, that overwhelming drive for sex, so many people my age - classmates, friends, even a couple of relatives - started trying to get me to 'stop being so uptight'. Even when I explained how I felt, how I wanted to be something more, the best reactions I got were pity, people who thought I was naive and childish. The worst were the people who called me a prude, or worse. Those ones... those ones I knew I couldn't hang around. If I ever slipped up, if I even hesitated, all it would take was one kiss. One kiss and I might be gone forever."

Lerianna's hands shook as she spoke, and John quickly brought them up to his own lips, kissing along her knuckles in an effort to help soothe her. Lerianna returned his smile for a moment, then sighed, biting her lip as she finally finished her train of thought.

"I realized it that day. You're someone I don't have to feel like that around. You're someone I can trust to protect me when I'm weak, not to take advantage of me. So that's probably when I started thinking about you like this. Or maybe before, or maybe it's still growing now. I don't know, I've never let myself even think this way before. But I know I want this. And if I can trust myself to be weak around you, then... then I can trust you with my body."

John waited a moment, letting her words hang in the air while he considered what she'd said. The weight of the words that had spilled from Lerianna's lips nearly bowled him over, and he realized that she was trembling – not just in her hands, but in her whole body.

"Th-there, I said it!" Lerianna declared suddenly, cheeks burning as she glared up at John. "And you know how much I hate saying this stuff out loud! Are you happy now? Did you get the explanation you were hoping for? C'mon, can't we just skip all this touchy-feely crap, and-"

John didn't let her finish. He lifted Lerianna by her waist and practically tossed her onto the bed, earning a shriek from the bunnygirl. By the time she looked back up to John with indignant rage in her eyes, he was already stalking toward her. His hands landed on her ankles, just above where her heels stopped, and began to smoothly slide up her considerably long legs, teasing and caressing every inch of skin he could along the way.

"I can't believe you did this," John said, his voice passionate and emotional, but also decidedly hungry. "You're right. I do know how hard it must have been for you. And yet... not only did you just admit all of that, but you did it after going to the trouble of getting these heels, this lingerie, presenting yourself to me like a piece of art..."

Lerianna tried to shift on the bed, her heart already starting to pound from John's ministrations, but his hands on her thighs held her firmly in place. She couldn't help but whimper when he squeezed the tender flesh between his fingers, licking her lips as she glanced down and took in the way his fingers dented her thighs as he continued speaking.

"You really went all out to make this something special for us both. And it is," John promised, crawling forward on the bed a little further, until his hands were nearly at the top of her legs. Then John pushed her legs open, thumbs tracing circles along her inner thighs just shy of her lower lips, while his head hovered over her abdomen, making unflinching eye contact with her the whole time. "And do you know how I'm going to reward you for doing all this for us?"

"You... you're going to fuck me?" Lerianna whimpered, shuddering as John's breath tickled across her abs. He saw goosebumps rise up on her caramel-colored skin, and decided he couldn't wait a second longer.

"Yes, Lerianna. I'm going to fuck you," John growled. He opened his mouth and dragged his tongue from the top of her pelvis all the way along her abs, making the bunnygirl gasp and arch her back from the unfamiliar sensations. She looked so lovely when she was lost in pleasure, and John couldn't wait to see it again and again.

While Lerianna was focused on his tongue, John slipped one of his hands a little closer to his core, close enough that the tips of his fingers could brush against the sodden lace of her panties. He slowly traced the outside of her pussy through the fabric, not pressing in at all, just feeling the heat coming from her as he started to slowly shift it to the side. Lerianna squirmed beneath him, biting her lip, her thighs tensing as if she were fighting the urge to squeeze them together and rub herself on John's fingers.

John wouldn't have minded watching her do that, but he also wanted to keep the momentum going, and finally peeled the drenched panties aside. Lerianna didn't even seem to realize what he'd done at first, too caught up in enjoying the slow drag of his tongue tracing the outlines of each of her abdominal muscles. Then John brushed against her exposed lips, and she jumped in surprise, mouth hanging open as she finally realized how little was left between her and the man she had longed for.

"H-hah, hoooly fuck," Lerianna cursed under her breath, looking down just in time to watch John pull away from her abs and gently nip at the fabric over one of her breasts. The gasp she gave was enough to make him grin as he slowly drew a line up the middle of her mound with one finger, letting it linger for just a moment on the tiny hooded clit before starting to slip back down.

John repeated the same path a few times, fingers ghosting up and down Lerianna's soaking lips. Occasionally he would dip inside ever so slightly, feeling her buck and squirm against his hand while he teased her entrance. Her moans were deep, passionate things, and he relished each and every one of them.

"Hnng... I can't believe how good this feels..." Lerianna growled, hands groping at the bedsheets. She wanted so badly to touch him, to kiss him, but she didn't want to get in his way either, not when his tongue and fingers felt like heaven on her body. It had been such a long time since Lerianna had let anyone else even touch her casually, much less do anything so intimate. Her body was starved for attention, and now that she was finally letting it indulge, it was impossible to think of anything but enjoying herself.

"Really? I'm that good?" John teased, smirking up at Lerianna just before he gripped her breast, pulling down on the fabric until the stiff bud popped free from the lingerie. He responded to her little whimper with a gentle flick of his tongue, swirling around the soft pink nub, making it stiffen up into a peak that only got harder as he traced around it again and again.

"No! No, you fucking idiot, of course you're not that good," Lerianna gasped. She let out a small moan as John pulled the other side of her top down, eagerly devouring her perky breasts and seemingly insatiable. Her hips moved almost of their own accord, grinding against John's fingers while he did everything he could to overwhelm her with sensation. "But you're still good enough. Maybe even really good. So if you want to impress me, maybe you should do something about that dumbass grin on your face, and stop trying to make conversation, and focus on- Ohhh fuuuck."

Lerianna melted into a puddle when John slipped a finger inside of her. She'd been waiting so long for someone to touch her that way, but now that it was happening, she couldn't remember ever being more ready for anything in her life. Her pussy throbbed around John's finger, sucking him deeper into her slick tunnel as her muscles rippled along his digit. Her hips bucked against him again and again, grinding against his hand of their own will, each motion emphasizing the rhythmic pulse of her insides while she gasped and whimpered above him.

"Look at you, Lerianna. You're so wet and hot," John whispered, planting kisses on her breasts and working his way back up to her neck. Lerianna wasn't really listening, though. All she could focus on was the sensations coming from below, the pleasure of the new and unfamiliar pressure of another inside of her - and the delectable, frightening pressure of another finger starting to squeeze its way inside as well. "I'll try to make this part really good."

Then he slipped it inside. Lerianna groaned, a mix of annoyance and raw pleasure, cursing John for being so annoying - for being so fucking sexy. For having the audacity to throw her own words back at her, and then immediately proving them wrong. For making her feel this way. And finally, because all she wanted was to pull him close, wrap her arms around him and hold on while he pushed into her. She would be happy with him there forever, happy for his fingers to explore every inch of her body, as long as he kept making her feel like this.

So Lerianna wrapped her arms around him and squeezed, bringing their bodies closer together. She heard John give a quiet grunt of surprise when she held him tighter than he was expecting, but it only lasted a moment before he adjusted and responded in kind. John pulled her close and nibbled at her neck while his fingers did wicked and beautiful things to her womanhood, touching parts of her that she'd rarely even explored herself. John could feel every single way she tensed and reacted to him, feel the shudders in her body and the muscles that flexed around his fingers. He could feel the way her back arched beneath him as he adjusted the angle of his hand so that his thumb could caress her clit with every thrust, ensuring that he rubbed against her sensitive nub every time his fingers entered her.

It didn't take long before Lerianna's thighs were quaking around his wrist, each pump and slide of his fingers drawing out another moan from the beautiful bunnygirl. John started to move faster, working into a smooth rhythm, while he watched the way Lerianna responded to him - from the way her brows knitted together when he found just the right spot, to the way she started to half-moan his name as she approached her peak.

Lerianna tensed for a moment, whimpering and whining, her hips gyrating furiously against John's hand, but there was still a shred of hesitation in her movements. John could feel it, that uncertainty, so he did the only thing he could think of to break through that barrier. He pulled his lips away from her neck and turned his head slightly, catching her off-guard and placing a gentle kiss on her lips.

Lerianna's reaction was instantaneous. Her arms squeezed around him even tighter than before, crushing his chest against hers as she whimpered into his mouth. She kissed him back with an intensity he'd never felt from her before, and he could practically feel the energy between them. Her whole body shook and shuddered, trembling like a leaf, her thighs clenching down around John's hand so tightly that he worried it might go numb, but it wouldn't have mattered at that point. Lerianna was already spasming around him, moaning into his lips as she reached her peak and felt the first pulses of heat and pleasure radiating through her, felt the delicious sensations brought on by her first ever climax with another person.

It felt so strange to Lerianna - the way she could just let herself go like that, let herself give in and enjoy the moment instead of thinking of it as a quick and necessary step to satisfy some animalistic drive. She could truly focus on the waves of bliss and heat emanating from her core, the pleasant sparks of lightning shooting out from John's fingers and down her thighs, across her pelvis and up her spine. And she didn't even have to do it herself. She could writhe, she could spasm, she could throw her head back and just feel the sensations while John worked his magic with his fingers and his tongue, no effort required from her at all.

All Lerianna had to do was accept it, and that was almost as powerful as the sensations themselves.

"Mmmmngh... Fuck, John," Lerianna said when she finally broke their kiss, slumping back onto the bed with a groan. She shuddered as another little aftershock pulsed through her, one that John eased her through with gentle, careful strokes of his fingers. Lerianna chuckled softly, only now realizing how badly she'd needed that - and not just the orgasm, but the intimacy, the satisfaction of letting herself trust another person, of feeling safe in their arms.

"I guess that did feel really good, huh?" John teased, sliding his hand out of her once he felt the little shivers fading away, even if Lerianna still seemed **** to let him go. Then his voice took on a softer, less teasing tone. "I'm glad I could do this for you, Lerianna."

Lerianna cleared her throat slightly, cheeks blushing when she looked up at him again. "Thanks. But we're not done yet, so don't get all sappy on me."

"Oh, I didn't forget," John said with a smirk, lifting himself off of her enough to open up his menus and finally store away his clothing, leaving himself completely naked above her. Lerianna's eyes slid down from his face, taking in his body as if seeing it for the first time. She reached up with one hand, letting her fingers glide over his shoulder and across his chest, eventually stopping just shy of his rapidly stiffening member. She started to trace her fingers around his hips, biting her lip while she explored him, and when she spoke again, there was something genuinely **** in her voice.

"So... what should I do?" Lerianna asked, her hand gently touching John's abs.

"What do you want to do?" John asked, giving her a reassuring smile.

Lerianna growled quietly, seemingly annoyed at being put on the spot like that, but after a moment, she moved on from just touching his stomach, and brought her fingers to his tip. She wrapped her fingers around him, marveling at the thick shaft - bigger than she'd anticipated, but not so much that she felt intimidated by it. The sound of John's breath catching as she caressed his manhood was oddly satisfying, and when she met his gaze again, he saw something flicker in her eyes that he hadn't seen before. Something passionate, lustful, that sent a shiver down his spine.

"I want to feel this inside me."

"Lerianna, you don't have to-"

"No, shut up. This is what I want," Lerianna interrupted, shifting her hips a little to line herself up with him. "I've been denying myself all my life, telling myself that I didn't need this. But now I can actually experience it for the first time. With you. And I want to savor every moment of it. Every feeling, every thrust... everything."

"Everything, huh?" John said, meeting Lerianna's determined gaze and grinning. "Alright then, Lerianna. I can do that. Spread your legs a little bit more for me, and get ready."

Lerianna's confidence wavered for just a moment, a nervous look crossing her face as she looked down, staring at John's member, seeing how close it was to her entrance. The sight of his cock right there, its warmth, the way it gently pulsed with every beat of his heart, gave her a feeling of anticipation like nothing she'd ever felt before. Her lips felt dry as she licked them, and when she tried to speak, she had to clear her throat first.

"J-just... be gentle?" Lerianna pleaded.

John reached down and took her hand, gripping it tightly while he positioned himself at her entrance. He looked down into her eyes and smiled reassuringly, speaking to her in a gentle voice. "Of course. I'm not going to hurt you, Lerianna. Just focus on me, alright? Deep breaths. Slow breaths. And look at me. Only me."

Lerianna took a long, shuddering breath, letting her body relax and tightening her grip on John's hand as she nodded. "Okay. Okay, yeah, I'm ready."

She could feel his tip brush against her folds, spreading them open just slightly as it settled there, his warmth seeping into her while he leaned down and brushed a soft kiss across her lips. Lerianna sighed softly into the kiss, letting herself melt into it as John kissed her and started to gently rock his hips forward. It was so gradual that at first, she didn't even realize it was happening - then she felt his shaft spreading her open, stretching her walls to fit him inside of her. The sensation was unlike anything she'd felt before, setting her nerves alight with electric fire. It was strange and exciting, but most of all, it was intimate in a way that no amount of fantasizing could have prepared her for.

John was careful as he slipped inside of her, pressing himself slowly and steadily forward, taking every care to be gentle while he buried himself inside of her. Lerianna let out little gasps and grunts with each movement, squeezing down on John's cock while he went deeper and deeper, filling her up inch by inch. When she finally did feel his pelvis bump against hers, when she felt him all the way inside of her, a sense of satisfaction overcame her. She had done it - she had let someone inside of her, in the most literal sense, and it hadn't destroyed her. She was still herself. The same driven, stubborn bunnygirl who had made something of herself despite the world constantly telling her she couldn't. The only thing that had changed was the lovely, comforting sensation of John being inside of her, a deep and intimate connection between them that filled her with joy and-

"Lerianna, are you okay?" John asked, hovering over her protectively. He'd thought that he had taken things slowly enough to avoid hurting her, but now she was crying - not just a little tear, but fully sobbing, tears rolling down her cheeks and dripping onto the bedsheets beneath her. He started to pull back, but Lerianna was quick to grip his wrist and stop him, still lightly sobbing as she **** herself to speak.

"Don't you fucking dare pull out," Lerianna said. She tried to sound forceful, intimidating even, but between the tears and the smile that she couldn't suppress, it was a far cry from the sort of dominating presence she usually strove for. Instead, she simply looked cute, which John had never really thought he would apply to Lerianna. "I'm... I'm not hurt, you dummy. It's just... god, I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe I'm doing it... with you."

Lerianna paused for a long moment, just staring at where they were connected, at where John's hips met hers. Then she looked back into John's eyes and gave a firm nod.

"Do it. Fuck me, John."

John gave Lerianna a warm, glowing smile, and with a single nod, he started to move his hips. Slow, testing thrusts at first, exploring her depths and learning every inch of her body with his own, testing what made her flinch, what made her moan. And when he found those spots, when he noticed how Lerianna tensed and shivered beneath him, he started to pick up the pace, holding nothing back. Lerianna let go of John's hand once he was reaching a decent pace, instead throwing her arms around his torso, locking her hands behind him and clinging to him as he pumped into her. Her legs wrapped around him as well, pulling him closer with every thrust while she gasped and moaned in his ear.

"That's it, fuck me," Lerianna repeated, coaxing John on with quiet, needy words. "I've waited so long for this. So just... nnngh... give it to me."

John leaned down to steal a kiss from Lerianna's soft, pillowy lips, making her sigh as their tongues intertwined. They were so close now that he could feel her entire body against his with each thrust, her breasts pressing into his chest while her abs slid across his own, her strong thighs holding him close. He felt almost like they were becoming one, united by the pleasure they were sharing and the lust that hung thick in the air around them.

He kept pounding into her like that, testing out new speeds and angles while he held Lerianna tightly. She took them all in stride, took them eagerly, pushing back against John whenever he thrust into her. Her moans started to turn into sharp cries, little mewls of pleasure and appreciation as she bucked her hips up to meet his. They were moving faster than ever now, flesh slapping together, moans and screams filling the room. The bed beneath them shook and squeaked from the **** of their passion, but neither of them even registered it. The only thing they could perceive in that moment was each other. Their eyes roved over each other's bodies, their ears rang with the sound of one another's lust, and every nerve ending in their bodies was singing a symphony of flesh and ecstasy.

Lerianna couldn't take it anymore. Her fingers gripped John's back hard enough that she was leaving little scratches on his skin, and then, just as he slammed into her especially hard, she went stiff. She trembled beneath him, her eyes wide and unseeing as she clung to him, her whole body tensing while she moaned out in bliss. Her legs clung to his back, trying to drive him in even deeper as her mind went blank and seemed to explode into stars, euphoria radiating out from where they were joined. She vaguely heard John call out her name, and suddenly she felt the heat - a pulse of thick, sticky warmth flooding her insides as John grunted and filled her with every last drop of his seed. It felt glorious. It felt heavenly. It felt right, and Lerianna's voice rose three octaves as she screamed her approval.

"Nnngh... f-fuck, yes, just like that!" Lerianna moaned, legs trembling as she held him close, every little movement causing another pulse of his cock to make her writhe and buck. She almost didn't notice John leaning down to steal a kiss from her, until his lips were already pressed against hers. Her body responded automatically, and she melted into the kiss, meeting it with an eager passion while she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Neither of them could tell how long they stayed like that. There were no words, no barbs, no playful or sarcastic teasing - there was only pleasure, intimacy, and comfort. For that long moment, there was no need for any of it, because there was nothing left for either of them to hide. They simply let themselves feel.

And then, in the quiet silence, they heard it. A soft scratching, and a faint mewling coming from outside the door.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” John said, sighing. “I’ll go-”

But Lerianna was already moving, despite being beneath John. She lifted him like a sculpture, holding him carefully and pulling his softened cock free of herself at last. Then she set John down on the bed while he was still too stunned to react, gently laying him on the crumpled bedsheets. Once she stood, she quickly and quietly opened a drawer, retrieving her familiar leotard. Lerianna kicked her heels off and slid into the leotard in one smooth motion, making herself decent enough to stride over to the door and throw it open.

Outside the door, Maera and Mithra were sprawled out on the floor. Both were fully naked, laying on their backs with their heads as close to where the door had been as they could get. Maera had both of her hands buried between her legs and a very satisfied look on her face – at least until she noticed that the door had been opened. Mithra had one hand tucked beneath her body, no doubt rubbing herself furiously, while the other was still scratching away at the frame of the door, her claw glistening as she chipped away at the physical frame and the enchantments upon it together. Both froze when they saw the imposing figure towering over them – and when they saw the look on the bunnygirl’s face, their shock turned to terror.

“N-ny-nyaa!” Maera squeaked out. “W-we were just-”

“You two were listening in,” Lerianna growled, her hands shaking as she curled her fingers up into a fist. “Spying on me, in my room, as I finally got to enjoy my first time?!”

“J-just a little bit! I myean, n-not at all! We were just playing and fell on the floor!” Maera sputtered out, her scared mind blurting out whatever came to the surface first.

“W-we were good kitties,” Mithra swore, trembling and slowly beginning to creep backward, inching away from the door. “We sent the kittens out to visit the temple. S-so please, have mercy on us, pretty please? Extra pretty please?”

Lerianna gave a low and dangerous groan, more of a growl than anything, one that even sent a shiver down John’s spine. “John happens to like you two. So I’ll be merciful.”

“Oh, thank you! Myany thanks, nice bunny-”

“I’ll give you a three second headstart before I skin myself a Neko fur coat!” Lerianna shouted, stomping the floor hard enough to crack one of the floorboards.

“N-nyaa! Hang on a second, myaybe we can-”

“One!”

Both catgirls let out a furious blend of hisses, screams, and mewls, accompanied by the sound of all eight of their combined limbs beating on the railing, the floors, and eventually the door as they scrambled to escape the house as quickly as possible.

“Two!”

“Don’t actually kill them, alright?” John muttered as he finally sat up properly, eyeing the doorway and the furious bunnygirl still standing there rigidly.

“I’ve got to punish them somehow. Little perverts.”

“I seem to remember finding you outside my door a time or two, back in the day,” John reminded her. Lerianna turned to him with a scowl, her mouth open in a reply that faded away as a blush rose to take its place.

“...Just a couple of kicks?” Lerianna whined, sounding half-serious.

“How about a stern talking to?”

“You’re no fun.”

“Maybe if you’re merciful, they’ll help you out later. If you’re feeling up for a round two, that is.” John gave Lerianna a taunting smirk, one she returned with a scowl.

“You’re a bad influence.”

Then she turned back toward the door, stepped through it, and launched herself over the guard railing of the second floor.