My Futanari Lover!

15-VIII

"I want to show you... that you're the dearest person to me."

"Oh..." His words tugged on her heartstrings. They were tender. Although, that wasn't the only string he was tugging on.

Sora took a deep breath. He couldn't believe he was doing this. But... I want to prove myself to her. To remove all doubts. His gaze shifted to her erection–...

"Wait, Sora!" She shifted herself until her back reached the headboard.

"Yeah...?"

"W-What are you doing?"

"... I think that's obvious."

She clenched the fabric of her chest, her heart thrashing inside. Was it obvious?! If only she could see what was obvious!

He placed his hands on her thighs. "I'd... like to calm you down is what I'm saying."

"C-Calm me down...?" She repeated. The implication of his words made her cock throb. She might already know what was going to happen. Am I being too hopeful?!

"Of course, I... won't do it if it makes you uncomfortable." He lightly pressed against her skin. That's the last thing I want her to feel.

Her voice lodged in her throat. Was this really happening? Was Sora going to do what she imagined in her perverted fantasies? Was she going to feel his hands on her throbbing skin? O-Oh, I don't know if my heart is ready...!

"Will you let me, Cecilia?"

She raised her head to his voice. He's... serious about this. Her fingers released her clothes as they relaxed. She inhaled, then let it out slowly. If he was offering, why would she turn it down? She could finally realize her perverted fantasies! N-No, Sora wants to do this because he cares! But she couldn't lie to her impatient member standing at attention. For him.

"P-Please be gentle..."

I will. Sora gathered his resolve. No turning back. He'd calm her down. No plan, but I'll figure something out! Where would he start? His gaze shifted to the panties still entangled around her legs.

"May I... take these off?" He held her blue panties and gave them a tug. She bobbed her head.

Holding the ends of her panties, he slid them down to her feet, the soft fabric brushing against her fair skin. He set them aside on the bed, but not before catching a glimpse of wet patches on it. T-They're wet. It made him audibly swallow which didn't escape her ears.

He's... taken them off. Imagining him stripping her panties aroused her senses. It sent odd tingles through her lower core. Were they so wet...? Her cock and pussy pulsed at the thought. She rubbed her thighs together as the heat began pooling through her nerves.

Sora inched closer between her legs. While he returned his hands to her thighs, she slowly parted her legs, baring her most intimate heat to him. Lewd juices dripped to the bedsheets under them.

Oh, my. His eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. His eyes traced from her rock-hard length down to the cutely pink pussy lips concealed by a sack, wetness seeping through them. Was this reaction normal? Was this a futanari thing? So much is leaking out...

Sora must be studying me...! His heavy breathing rumbled through her ears. His eyes were probably consuming her cock and pussy in their entirety. God, her cock grew harder. Precum leaked streamed down the underside. It turned her on so much. He didn't even touch her yet!