MHA Bleached prompts

Ibara

Ibara had always been religious, raised in the faith by her parents. She believed in God and Jesus Christ as saviors from sin, and she was proud to be a devout follower of their teachings. But recently, she'd started having–different thoughts. Thoughts that were far from Christian but still made her feel so good inside. Thoughts that made her wet between her legs and tingle all over.

It all started when Pony brought her best friend from America to the dorms. He was huge, towering over everyone and had muscles that made her mouth water just thinking about them. She knew it was wrong to lust after him, a sinful desire that went against everything she believed in. But she couldn't help herself. Every time she saw him shirtless in the common room or working out in the gym, she felt herself get hot and bothered.

It only got worse when she saw Pony and him partaking in some... activities. They thought they were alone, but she happened to walk in on them, copulating like animals in heat. Seeing her equine friend bent over and taking his huge penis into her vagina as the pale-skinned American pulled her friend's horn left Ibarra breathless. The sounds they made, the smells—everything about that scene was burned into her mind forever.

It was so wrong, so sinful, and yet she masturbated every night for weeks thinking about it. And those weren't even the most depraved things she imagined! Sometimes she pictured herself in Pony's place, getting ravaged by that American stud. She almost went to church confessional several times to tell a priest about her filthy desires, but she could never work up the courage to do it.

In the end, she decided that the best way to deal with these urges was to ignore them. Lock them away deep inside her heart, where nobody would ever find out. She prayed for forgiveness and asked God to help her resist the temptations of the flesh. And it worked for a while.

But now, faced with the object of her darkest fantasies, the religious girl couldn't help herself anymore. The urge to act out those sinful desires was too strong. So she decided to take advantage of the situation and indulge herself just this once. She wanted to know what it felt like to be touched by a man and to have her private parts played with by someone other than herself. She wanted to experience the pleasures of sex firsthand without worrying about eternal damnation. And she knew exactly who she wanted to share that experience with.

"Y-yes..." Ibarra stammered shyly. "Pony told me you're very good at giving massages," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "Would you mind helping me relax a bit? My back is killing me."

The American smiled at her, his eyes glinting mischievously. "Sure thing, babe," he replied, his accent thick and heavy. "Anything for such a beautiful girl."

Ibarra blushed furiously at being called 'babe', but tried not to show it. Instead, she lay down on the bed face-down, her head resting on Pony's pillow. She could smell her friend's scent on it, which only excited her more. The American climbed onto the bed next to her, sitting cross-legged beside her hips. Then he placed both hands on her lower back, right above the curve of her buttocks.

"Here we go," he murmured softly as he began kneading her muscles gently. His palms felt warm and soft against Ibarra's skin, and she immediately started relaxing under his touch.

"Mmmmmmmm," she sighed contentedly as he worked his magic. His fingers dug deep into her flesh, loosening knots that she didn't even know existed. Soon enough, she found herself completely at ease, enjoying every second of his ministrations... It was so heavenly...

After several minutes, he stopped rubbing her back entirely. Instead, he moved his hands further downwards towards her thighs, tracing circles along her inner thighs. Ibarra gasped as he brushed against her most sensitive spots, sending shivers through her whole body. Her breathing quickened as he continued caressing her legs, teasing her with every stroke.