Lily No. 7 (3) - A Lily's Cannon Is Usually Made of Glass
"Stella. Just… do you want to have sex today…?"
Luna's quiet words came while she sat with her back to Stella. Even after Stella's sharp intake of breath, Luna stayed facing away — too embarrassed, it seemed, to show her face.
"I-Is that really okay…?"
"Do you not want to?"
"Of course I want to."
She answered a question with another question. Maybe she simply didn't want to explain why.
Stella, who had been reading in a posture that looked terrible for her back, rose at once and headed for the bed. Hearing the footsteps, Luna said, "Turn the lights off first," and Stella killed the room lights of the Sex-or-Can't-Leave Room before switching on the bedside lamp.
Meanwhile Luna, on the bed…
Ohhh. She was seducing her properly. Both arms lifted above her head, upper body laid bare and defenseless, yet her lower half stayed lightly crossed so that nothing showed. Stella must have thought the same thing I did; her eyes flashed for a moment.
Then Stella approached the bed, pinned one of Luna's arms so she couldn't lower it, and rested her free hand on Luna's chin, ready for a kiss. Neither seemed to plan on using tongue yet; both closed their eyes and simply waited for their lips to meet—
"Luna. Can I ask just one thing?"
"At a timing like this…?"
"Why today instead of tomorrow?"
"…"
Luna turned her face away from Stella's grip, as if she didn't want to answer. Stella must have sensed something odd as well; the hand that had been holding her chin—
…Ah, never mind. It wasn't reluctance to speak so much as simple shyness. Luna's lips were moving, tiny little motions.
"…If we have sex today."
She had twisted her face away so she wouldn't have to look at Stella, yet when the words finally came she seemed to want to see her after all; only her eyes rolled toward Stella.
"I thought… we could have sex tomorrow too… mmmph!?"
She was still pouring out her honest feelings through a flushed face when Stella, drawn in by that honesty, sealed her mouth. Contrary to their original intent, their tongues tangled. Eyes closed, they desperately sought each other; the sight was beautiful.
The hand that had been cupping Luna's chin slid slowly downward until it found her sex. The instant the fingers touched her, Luna flinched in surprise, but unlike their first kiss she did not pull away.
"~~~!"
Under that unhurried, sticky caress, Luna's expression melted into the same rapture she had worn during their first kiss. The psychological pleasure of the kiss and the physical pleasure of the touch crashed against the limits of her brain until her face said she had already reached them.
Stella cracked her eyes open to check Luna's expression, then, wanting to take in the whole of it at a glance, gently broke the kiss.
A jolt. Luna's head tipped slightly back; her toes stretched taut.
Climax. Matching the moment, Stella withdrew her fingers from Luna's sex, licked them once, and wore a bewitching smile.
"Luna, you get wet pretty easily, huh?"
"I-If it's you, hah… maybe that's why…?"
"Heh. Me too. You haven't even touched me and I'm this soaked."
So that was why she had licked her fingers—to show off her own juices. Stella presented the sticky slick she had gathered from herself. Even so, her face still reddened with a touch of embarrassment, and Luna, already flushed from her climax, offered a small, shy smile.
"This time… I'll do it for you."
"L-Luna, you should rest more…"
"It's fine."
Carried by the momentum, Luna rose, pushed Stella down onto the bed, and studied her tense face for a moment. Then she gave a gentle smile, brushed a light kiss across her lips, and slowly moved her body downward until Stella's sex filled her vision.
"…! L-Luna? Th-That's—"
"If it's yours, it's okay."
Those last words cut Stella off; after that, Luna's mouth was occupied and no more sound could escape.
"Hic…!"
For an instant the unfamiliar sensation made Stella twist and try to escape, but Luna held her firmly in place, so she could only lie there and receive the working of that tongue. Shock and surprise on Stella's face slowly gave way to a flush of pleasure. She was trying so desperately to hold back her moans that Luna, who had been concentrating with her eyes closed, almost looked up to check her face—except Stella's breasts were a little large, and from where Luna was licking she couldn't see it.
"Ha… haah… hah…!"
Wanting louder sounds than those complicated, half-swallowed ones, Luna closed her eyes again and focused on her tongue. Stella looked as though she wanted to scold her, but doing so would only force bigger moans out of her, so she stayed silent.
On the monitor Luna's mouth hid everything, so I couldn't tell exactly where she was licking, yet she must have found something; Stella's breathing grew sharper.
"Ha… haaah…! Hah… nn…!"
The leaking moans definitely increased. A flicker of joy shone in Luna's eyes.
A sudden flinch—Stella's legs closed, lightly squeezing Luna's head. Climax.
"Hieuk…!? L-Luna…! Nn, I-I came…!"
Even so Luna showed no intention of stopping. Stella tried to push her away, but right after climax her strength was gone; Luna didn't budge.
"Ah…!! L-Luna, hieuk…!"
A second climax arrived almost at once, and only after hearing Stella's loud cry did Luna finally seem satisfied and quietly pull back. She wiped Stella's fluids from her lips once, then kissed the still-trembling girl.
"You're adorable, Stella."
"I n-never thought… nn… I'd hear that from you…"
Stella really was a glass cannon. All those times she had boldly seduced Luna must have been because she was endlessly weak on the receiving end.
Looking thoroughly pleased, Luna got up, fetched water, took a sip, then held another mouthful and passed it to Stella in a kiss.
…Which brought up a question.
Was I allowed to masturbate to this?
Back when I was a man, watching them had felt like pure appreciation of beautiful art, so the idea never even crossed my mind. Now that I was a woman, though, I was getting far too immersed—and thoroughly soaked.
But Treasure No. 1, Sophia's bra, had already been reclaimed by its owner… Was it okay to get off to someone other than Sophia?
"Stella, are you all right now?"
"W-With what…?"
"Judging by that answer, you seem fine. Stay lying just like that."
Once more Luna moved between Stella's legs and spread them. Instinctively realizing what was about to happen, Stella covered her face with both hands. Matching the open legs, Luna parted her own and positioned herself so that their sexes faced each other.
Yes—when it comes to yuri sex, you can't leave this out. Luna seemed a little nervous too; she took a tiny breath—
"Hnn…!"
"L-Luna…!?"
The sensation of contact must have felt better than expected, because the moment their sexes kissed Luna let out a sweet moan. Startled by a feeling different from before, Stella dropped her hands to see what Luna was doing. She grasped the situation in an instant, seized that brief window while Luna was still moaning, and immediately began rolling her own hips, reclaiming the lead.
"Hah… ha… haaah…!"
"…Nn."
Luna made no effort to hide her voice; Stella still tried to smother hers. Maybe she simply hated losing the initiative.
Their hip movements grew stickier, denser. Were they adjusting so that every point of contact became their own pleasure?
I want to try that kind of sex with Sophia too… Wait, huh… When did I get this wet…?
Ah… maybe I should take off just the bottom…? If I keep these clothes on they'll get filthy…
"S-Stella…! I think I'm about to…!"
"M-Me too…!"
I stripped off my lower clothes, set them on the floor, and rested only my fingertips against myself while I watched the girls.
Was it really all right to masturbate to someone other than Sophia…? No—those two look like they're almost finished, so I need to start moving my fingers soon—
"Ha… haaah…!"
"Hieuk, hah, nnngh…!"
A jolt. Luna's head tipped back; Stella's legs squeezed shut. They came at the same time.
…Which meant it was already far too late for me to join them.
"Hnn…"
"…"
Thud. Both girls collapsed, limp and spent from the afterglow. A thin string of fluid stretched between the sexes that had been pressed together. Still staring quietly at the ceiling and letting soft aftershocks of sound escape, Luna eventually managed to shift her upper body and lie down beside Stella, then switched off the bedside lamp.
I wanted to stand up and clap—"Bravo"—but I still hadn't decided whether to masturbate or not, so I was stuck in an awkward half-position and couldn't rise.
"Master, I've brought dinner—!?"
The door opened at the perfect (or worst) moment. Sophia had probably been waiting outside the whole time so she wouldn't interrupt, listening until the monitor went silent.
If I'd known this would happen I would have decided faster. Carrying a tray of dinner and a teapot, Sophia stepped in, saw me in a pose that looked one second away from masturbating, and hurriedly set the tray down.
"…! I-I'm so sorry…! I-I didn't mean to look…!"
Her gaze flicked once toward the monitor; then she covered her eyes and tried to leave the room.
Hold on—does she think I was getting off to those girls!? After all that careful agonizing I couldn't let her keep that misunderstanding!
"Wait, Sophia! I didn't masturbate! I don't masturbate to any girl except you!"
"W-What are you—"
"I got immersed and soaked, that part couldn't be helped…! I only took my clothes off because I was wet—I didn't masturbate! Please believe me…!"
Sophia's eyes said she had no idea why I was insisting on this so hard; they flicked between my fingertips and my sex.
Okay, yes, there was a little slick on my fingers…! But I only checked a tiny bit—I didn't actually do it…!
"This is from when I almost did and then held back! I never use any girl other than Sophi—"
"I-I understand! I'll believe you! S-So please let go of my arm…!"
Sophia squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head away. She clearly just wanted out of this situation; I had no choice but to release her arm.
"I-I'll come back in two hours…! Please take care of it by then…!"
"To take care of it… well… I can only do it with you…"
She said only what she needed to say and fled the room so fast she probably never heard the words I added afterward.
I was grateful she understood, but… to "take care of it" I needed something that could make me picture Sophia…
Treasure No. 1 had been taken back, so I'd have to find something else…
"…P-Please make sure you finish within two hours…!"
…The very moment I started thinking about looking, the door cracked open and a warm bra came flying in.
The pink one I had seen yesterday…! I flung the door wide, shouted a loud "Thank you!", then brought Sophia's bra to my face and drew in a deep breath.
This time, I told myself, I'd finish properly and hide it well so its owner couldn't reclaim it.