Futa Luna

Luna’s Futa self has a gleam in her eye which Luna is familiar with, having gazed on her reflection with lust before, though this time it’s vastly more potent, more uncontained. Futa Luna swiftly grabs her female self’s shoulders and yanks her close, using her moment of disorientation to hungrily lick across her female self’s cheek, tasting her fear and arousal. Luna quivers, taken aback by this unfamiliar force, this animalistic nature that her Futa self seems to possess, and she knows that she is completely at the Futa’s mercy.

Futa Luna slides her hands to the back of Luna’s neck, tucking her fingers into the collar of her school shirt. She deftly swipes her hands apart, tearing Luna’s uniform apart down the middle, exposing her pale back and the sides of her petite breasts. Luna feels the other’s cock slip up her skirt as she’s pulled closer, and feels it’s latent heat pulsing just adjacent to her womb. As frightened as she is, she is desperate to feel that heat impale her.