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I appear behind her, holding her shoulder and whispering in her ear. “For sin.”
I roam my hand ever so slowly,caressing the back of her neck, wrapping my hand around it; she feels a tingle at just how big my hand is, to be able to wrap her delicate neck. Moving on to her shoulder, yet again moving my hand in lazy motions, further into her forearm, but why? Well, my friend, so I can feel her skin grow ever more excited. I go against the pattern and move up to her still-clothed modest breast, I squeeze on irregular intervals while closing my eyes, as in thought. “Hm, how peculiar,” I say.
“What - ah - is it Doctor?” Reisen snaps out of her own stupor momentarily.
“In spite of how much kneading I’ve done, these mounds do not appear to enlarge one bit.” I raise my second hand up to my chin and knead that as well(it also doesn’t grow, sadly.) “Perhaps yeast will do the trick.”
Reisen looks back at me in concern. “D-doctor-!” I plug her mouth with two pondering fingers and move her head back in front. As a reflex almost, she licks and suckles on them.
“Hm, such an investment I have made, and yet, your chest is just as barren as the day I met them.” I think to the more endowed women of the capital, why mother’s bosom, auntie’s hips and more! Lunarian women are superior in every way, but I already knew that. Truly, it’s my fault for even comparing the two, a foolishness such as comparing a piece of crap to grade a manure.
“Hmm~” escapes her mouth as I pinch her nipple in slight frustration.
As I roll my fingers and she worships its brothers with her mouth, I can’t help but sigh. “Why do I have to be so kind? To accept a chest, no matter how disappointing, it’s the mark of a weak ruler. A ruler of any kind should make it mandatory for women to have big breasts! But alas…” I roughly grab a handful of her ‘modest’ breast. “I am far too kind.”
Reisen becomes desperate with her mouth. “I’m sowwyyy.” Despair is not the correct word, excitement is more correct. She licks my fingers as if they were the most delicious candy, making vulgar noises.
Why are they like this? The more degraded they are treated, the happier they become. Is it genetic? Learnt behavior? Or was it just meant to be? To serve under Lunarians appears to be a bunny’s main desire. Why, I would bet that even if one were to escape her bondage, she’d look for the nearest Lunarian master to serve!
But enough thinking, enough foreforeplay, time for foreplay!
I remove my hand from her rough-handled chest and quickly move it to her nether regions. Without waiting, I shove two fingers into her soaked entrance - her rabbit hole, if you will. Her whorish self accepts with no issue the sudden intrusion.
Well, her body does at least, she yelps in surprise and does so again after I begin pumping in and out quickly.
She sucks, licks and kisses my fingers like a maddened woman, letting out cute muffled moans. Her walls feel pleasantly tight and warm on my fingers, good since it was cold today!
She looks to have gotten somewhat used to the jackhammering technique by now… time to surprise her again!
I stop my fingers inside her all of a sudden. She whines and moves her hips, so desperate for stimulation the thought of offending me by doing something without my permission never crosses her mind. This lust-drunk defiance, although - well - defiant, is endearing in its own way, so I let it slide.
Left, right, she moves her hips in a somewhat hypnotic fashion. She is so focused, she even went as far to neglect my other, poor, fingers on her mouth. Now that’s a tad too far in my book, why is she even so naughty?
“Come on,” she says. “I’m so close…”
Oh. That’s why.
“You think I don’t know that, my dear?” I say, snapping her out of her stupor like a bucket of cold water. “To have food in front of you while starving, and yet refuse to eat unless given permission is a sign of loyalty. This was a test, which you have failed.” She is still. “You desire an orgasm, but that would be a reward, something you clearly don’t deserve.”
Her hands which were diligently glued to her sides slowly rise and grasp my wrist, she pulls out my fingers from her mouth. Great, now they feel cold.
She gently turns to look at me without my permission.
“Please Master,” she says, ignoring how I wish to be addressed. “Master, I - NEED - to be bred, I beg you…” Her side profile gives an air of sultry, with her rose tinted cheeks, half-lidded eyes screaming for sex, and her lips with a saliva trail to my forgotten fingers. Not only her eyes, her whole body screams, begs for sex - no - to rut like animals.
This… damn rabbit has not only disobeyed my command to stand still! Not only addressed not as doctor! Not only has she LOOKED at ME out of turn!
This fucking rabbit has aroused me.
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