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(X) Throat-deep sex with my cursed mouth.
I want to give him my pussy.
My stomach flutters from the thought. The floor is rough, sandy. I want to get up from my knees. I want to stimulate Daiki with a flash of my dripping privates as I step over his fanned-out legs. To stand above his immoderate cock and spread myself open. I want to sit down and enjoy the curved tip scraping the front wall of my vagina as I’m penetrated. I want to grind on top of his stubborn dick until my lower mouth is as filthy with thick, white cum as my upper one was minutes earlier. I want to give him a depraved, sloppy blowjob with my pussy.
But I can’t.
The cause is prosaic – and not at all relevant to the risk of him impregnating my pure womb. There is none of that.
Through the same medicinal arts as the rabbits, so the Moon’s nobles (and the Lunar lords by extension) are kept in a condition of sustained infertility, until such a moment they are legally permitted… or ordained… otherwise, by the Sages. Then, and only then, are the Moon’s noblewomen allowed – indeed, enabled – to engage in and enjoy motherhood. My great previous misadventure with offspring has ensured I will never again be entitled to birth new life. I swallow the wonder-pills mixed and stamped by the genius Yagokoro’s successors dutifully – lest I am made to do so under duress. Issue of this, I am as barren as the Moon’s deserts were, before Lord Tsukuyomi’s coming.
Daiki could stuff his dick inside me and have an orgasm after orgasm – until his sperm was leaking down my thighs – and nothing would become of it. The reason, then, that I cannot let him do exactly so is this:
Doing that would be sex. It would be doing for the brash rabbit more than just a clean-up – without his asking.
And that would mean I’ve lost our sport.
So, I cannot. I cannot give in. I can’t fuck his stiff rabbit cock with my velvety pussy. No way.
But, a rogue thought intrudes itself on me… But, if I have to make it spurt one more time to stop it getting dirty – if I have to make him come one way or another, and it isn’t with my forbidden pussy...
Then, a kind of sex should be fine.
The bead of cock-lube trickling down the rabbit’s veiny trunk has stretched out and stuck as I was making up my mind. I bite down on a lip, staring, fingering myself, and address the final of my consternations. What kind of sex? For a bit, I fancy nursing his erection between my breasts. I could open a button or two in my inner dress and stick Daiki’s Daiki up into the hole. I could rest my tits in his lap and see if the upper end of his wonderful cock comes out far enough to suck. All too easy, I picture the beatific look on the rabbit’s face when I undo the dress completely – and show him the sensual, red lace bra I wear underneath.
The problem would be leaving here in any inconspicuous state after he has erupted all over my chest. And while I might, with some care, intercept his orgasm with my mouth… That would have detracted from the experience. For me… as well as him.
But I could let him have sex with my mouth. I have given him a likeness of that already; and Daiki, that oaf, seemed to like it well enough – even if it was only to clean him up. Yes, I may have teased him a little in the course. Yet, that wasn’t the first point. It wasn’t to make him cum. It wasn’t sex.
Now, it is going to be. I am going to invite his cock into my cursed mouth with the sole purpose of giving him an explosive orgasm.
My pussy quivers in distress when I slide my fingers out, free of its drooling grip. They come up coated in my own natural lubricant. I watch it trickle, slowly, down into my palm – half self-conscious and three halves turned on. At the tail of the moment, I shudder out of my aroused confusion. I remember my promise – and shuffle up to Daiki’s messy crotch.
The foolhardy rabbit perks up when I gird the head of his cock with the tips of all five of my fingers. There is a dash of aroused doubt in his starry-eyed expression, but it melts into a clipped sigh as I begin to slide the so-formed hand-pussy down his rigid shaft. My juices ease the motion; and Daiki is soon moaning in delight as his swollen glans mashes against the slimy inside of my palm. An itch between my legs reminds me of what could have been if I hadn’t been so prideful, and I rededicate my free hand to comforting my lonely vagina.
Meanwhile, with Daiki’s manhood still in my grasp, I search it for the trail of pre-cum it sloppily dribbled over itself earlier. I inch closer when I find it – leaning my head and sticking my cursed tongue all the way out. I press the tongue – as much of it as I can – against the stained part of the rabbit’s cock. Then, slowly, I begin to glide it up.
The tiny drop of lube spreads too thin to matter; and now, without his cum smoothing my journey, Daiki’s manhood feels coarse under my tongue. The bumps, now more pronounced, tease me deliciously; and I can feel every puffy vein as I pass it over. I finish the stroke by licking up between the fingers of my hand-pussy, as if I was eating it out. Then, I return to the base of Daiki’s amazing dick for another go.
This time around, however, I peer up at the silly rabbit’s face. I catch – and hold – his misty, blissful gaze. I stare into his ruby eyes even as I lewdly drag my raw tongue up his cock. And then, when my fingers once more get in the way, I lessen my grip just a little… and start wriggling that tongue between his glans and my palm. Daiki grunts his pleased feelings and thrusts his hips out – pushing his dick harder into my hand. My tongue gets trapped between my own skin and his tip. I yank it out, and the rabbit’s cock skids up and out of my hold.
He is visibly and audibly vexed when I take my slick hand-pussy away – glaring and huffing through clinched teeth. He swaps this out for rather something else when, instead, I lock my thumb and index finger in a ring at the root of his cock – and tug. His foreskin peels without a hitch, baring the ridge of his glans and a good inch of pink, sensitive skin below.
I dive my head – and roughly scrape my tongue across that skin.
Not at me – and I grudgingly thank Fate for that; but his legs do kick straight around me, and a somewhat less than manly noise cracks out of the rabbit’s chest. I give him some respite and leave him be for a moment, smiling against my best intents. It is… at once petty and gratifying to get back at his cock after it has teased my pussy so badly without so much as touching it. But, even then, it doesn’t quit. I feel it pulsing in the cock-ring of my fingers, and cannot help but imagine the stripped, swollen head crudely parting my innocent lower lips. The ridge passing through, stretching them even wider. The rest of his brutal cock sinking in effortlessly – until it bottoms out and my overworked labia are wrapped around the base.
But I am proud. I will not give in to a rabbit’s bullying. I am a Lunar lord and a goddess besides.
And I am not about to lose.
The bully rabbit has someway regained his carriage; and though his breath comes and goes in sputters, he is aware enough to brace when I put my mouth back to his cock. But I am not as other Lunar lords are. I do not tease those I command past its welcome. I am benevolent.
Which is why I wet my lips and close them gently around Daiki’s sensitive crest.
I do not suck. I do not bite. I delicately lower my mouth onto the rabbit’s manhood – so delicately, even his recently overstimulated areas only accord me a slight shiver of pleasure from his body. I take in two or three more inches of his dick, then stop as I sense more sticky pre-cum pumping up his trembling length. I let it empty onto the back my tongue and start working my way up. Daiki gives a long, low moan when I pull him almost out. He makes an even longer one as I softly circle my tongue around his cock-head for a while. More transparent lubricant beads out on the tip, and I heartily lap it up – before dropping my mouth again down his shaft.
I cut across the back-and-forth, the ribbing and the foreplay; and I give Daiki the proper, honest oral sex I should have from the start.
The rabbit boy eases into my simulated penetration. His gasping, winded breath syncs with my lips skimming his peeled foreskin. My mouth salivates around his luscious cock, adding to the slippery stuff leaking out of his urethra. After a dozen more strokes, I pull slightly off of him – smile – then open wide. The nasty, gooey soup of pre-cum and drool sloshes down my extended tongue – and pours all over his waiting dick. I gleefully slip my lips back around it and resume the blowjob.
All lubed-up and steadily copulating with my mouth, Daiki relaxes enough that I dare varying things a little. I start applying a touch of suction when I rise. I loosen my lips and snuggle his head between my tongue and the roof of my mouth when I go down. I suck tiny, tickling kisses on the frenulum when I’m up top. I hum tunelessly at a soft vibrato when low. I push myself off of him, and spit the freshly leaked lube to get it spread evenly over his length.
Daiki is drunk on my slow, doting fellatio. I reaffirm that as I peek up at the rabbit’s blissed-out face. I can see his wits knotting and scrambling behind his eyes. I notice his broad, strapping shoulders tense when I clamp my lips under his crown – and tug them up over its sensitive edge.
Daiki notices me noticing. He unbolts his own mouth – small doubt to say something obtuse.
I give him a little frown. “… Sagume,” I mumble around his cock.
The rabbit blinks stupidly – but complies. “Lady… Sagume,” he croaks. “I… I love you.”
The hasty confession clutches my heart.
My common Lunar lords – on those occasions they deign to speak to me – often jibe I am beloved by the slave race. That, after lord Daikoku, my name visits most often in the rabbits’ songs. This, in some measure, I have always known. To be told at first hand is something else. To be told by Daiki… puts his foolhardy, impetuous pranks in another frame. It makes the goddess me want to absolve him.
And, it makes the woman me want to reward him – for having the courage to confess to a Lunar lord.
So, I do. I take his scrumptious, bumpy cock back into my mouth, and do like I have already done once – briefly. Daiki shudders, groaning in delight, as I plunge all the way down his curved tool, until my nose is again buried among his bushy, cum-soaked pubes. But, I do not quit here, this time. I do not pull off of him. No, I push my face, instead, harder into his filthy crotch. The vile, masculine stench of sweat and bunny cum makes me gag – and my pussy shiver. I flick my clit mercilessly under my skirt, even as Daiki’s glans begins to press on the tight, wet opening at the back of my throat. I give it one more frenzied shove…
… And nothing happens.
The rabbit’s fat, meaty cock refuses to pass through. Choking, saliva trickling down my chin, I ram it up again… with no change. Daiki’s impressive manhood is simply too impressive for my snug, virgin throat. We both moan our disappointment at this turn of events, Daiki – into the sperm-scented air of the room, and I – around his slick girth, now leaving my mouth.
I keep masturbating, angry and frustrated, even as Daiki’s piggy dick pops free. The plump, obscene mushroom at the top is almost purple from fatigue. Had the stupid thing not been so fat, it would have been cumming in my throat right now. Instead, it’ll only be getting my cursed mouth. No more mercy left in me, I plop said mouth around the rabbit’s cock and start to pump. Daiki gasps – which, at the end, becomes a muffled squeal. His dick trembles when it slams against the fake cervix at the end of my mouth-pussy – but, somehow, doesn’t cum.
It is difficult to finger myself while bouncing my head up and down the rabbit’s long cock. So, I surrender my own pleasure for the moment. I wrench my hands up from between my legs, hug my arms around Daiki’s manly hips… and double my pace. The hips buck and twist under the frantic oral sex. Daiki gives up all façade of control; he whimpers pathetically as he stumbles right into his climax.
His fantastic, stubborn cock throbs once in my mouth… and, finally, begins to cum.
The first spurt of hot, potent sperm crashes against my pure, unsullied palate. My body’s less dignified instincts rear, and I feel a keen need to recoil; but, by force of will, I hold my lips safely sealed around Daiki’s gushing cock. The second and third squirts are no less powerful. They flood my mouth with unwholesome amounts of sticky, bunny cum.
I hear my own strained moans, not quite realising I’ve let any out. My lips quiver – as well from the effort of the blowjob as that of keeping Daiki’s girthy manhood trapped now. I rally my crumbled self-discipline. A little more, and it’ll be over. A little more, and all I’ll have to do is swallow the cum – and the rabbit’s unruly cock will at last be clean. A little more.
… But, Daiki’s orgasm isn’t ending.
The fool rabbit is still twitching and groaning; and his obscene, animal cock is still spewing shot after shot of semen into my overfilled mouth. Too late, I sense my cheeks distending from the pressure of his continued ejaculation. Too late, I realise that I should have – really should have – begun swallowing long before this point. Another spout of syrupy cum rushes in… and the seal of my lips bursts like an overloaded dam.
Horrified, I sit there in dumb surrender, feeling the amassed semen push under my tired lips and pour down the rabbit’s bumpy shaft. I glide those lips down the still-cumming cock – to collect what has escaped – but all that does is make Daiki moan and gush more sperm into the existing mess. I push myself back up, and find I’ve left the cock dirtier than it was before my attempt.
And so, I give up. I give up, relax my mouth… and let Daiki’s rich, overflowing cum dribble lazily down his veiny length. I go down on him, once or twice more, just to quicken the finish, but abandon all prospects of keeping him clean. At the end of the minute, after his gasps have died down and his climax has tapered off, the rabbit’s crotch is in a greater disarray than it was before I started. And then some.
For, under the coating of fresh, virile cum, his outrageous cock is still hard – and no worse for wear.