Not Exactly

Tamara hurried over to where Luna was laying on the ground. The medic was panting heavily and had a few scratches, but she looked okay otherwise. Tamara reached out a hand to help her up.

“That was some pretty good shooting,” said Luna as she got to her feet. Looking down, Tamara noticed a few holes in Luna’s armor where globs of Rapi cum had melted through. Suddenly Luna’s red face and panting seemed far more sinister.

“Are you okay?” Tamara asked hurriedly. “It looks like they got you with their… cum.” The word felt awkward in her mouth—there had to be a more professional way to say that.

“I’ll be… alright” responded Luna, still breathing heavily. “I’ve got some… experimental medicine in my bag… should help with the…” Luna suddenly fell to her knees, dropping her bag to the ground. “Oh God, I’m so horny!” Luna began tearing away at her clothes, pushing her hand down the front of her pants.

“Hang on! I’ve got you!” eyes still locked on the masturbating Luna (who looked way hotter than Tamara had ever realized) Tamara opened the medicine bag. She tore through the items, finally coming across a vial marked “experimental cure.”

“That’s it!” Luna cried out, but with her hand rubbing away and the way she was bucking her hips, it was hard to tell if she was talking about the medicine or simply getting off.