Chapter 180: Bountiful Fruits

They tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and desperate mouths.

Luna found herself pressed against the soft furs, Luca’s weight settling over her, around her, on her—and she wrapped her arms and legs around him instinctively, pulling him closer, needing him closer, wanting him closer in a way she’d never wanted anything before.

Their mouths met again, and this time Luna didn’t hold back.

She kissed him with a ferocity that surprised them both.

“Mwah!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Suck!♡~”

All that sweetness, that tentative exploration from moments ago—gone, replaced by something ravenous, something hungry that had been sleeping inside her and had just woken up.

“Peck!♡~ Peck!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Peck!♡~ Taste!♡~”

Her tongue pushed into his mouth, dueling with his, learning the shape of him, the taste of him, the feel of him.

She kissed him like she’d been doing it her whole life, like she’d been born knowing exactly how to do this.

For just a moment, Luca seemed caught off guard by her sudden passion, by this fierce, wanting creature who had emerged from the shy girl he’d kissed moments ago.

But he didn’t hold back either.

He met her kiss for kiss, tongue for tongue, desperate sound for desperate sound.

“Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Smack!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Lick!♡~”

His hands roamed her back, her sides, pulling her impossibly closer as if he could merge them into one body, one breath, one being.

He then lifted his mouth from hers just long enough to trail kisses along her jaw, her neck, the sensitive spot behind her ear that made her gasp—and then his mouth was on hers again, and she was holding him so tightly, her fingers twisted in his hair, pulling him down, pulling him in.

She wanted this all night.

She wanted this forever.

And somewhere in the haze of pleasure, Luna found herself thinking: why does this feel so good? Why does kissing him feel like this?

She thought about how when Nyx kissed her goodnight, or when Lulu kissed her cheek playfully, she always felt warm and loved and safe.

Those kisses were sweet, affectionate, familiar.

This was nothing like that.

This kiss made her heart thump in a way it never had before—a wild, erratic rhythm that she could feel in her throat, her chest, her fingertips.

This kiss made her entire body ignite with a flame she couldn’t extinguish, a fire that spread from her lips to her breasts to her belly to the place between her thighs that suddenly felt achingly, desperately empty.

This kiss made her want more.

More and more and more.

She was just getting lost in it—just sinking into that beautiful, burning sensation—when suddenly Luca pulled back.

“…!”

Luna’s eyes flew open, disappointment crashing through her like a cold wave.

Her lips chased his instinctively, not wanting the contact to end. She was about to say something—don’t stop, please don’t stop, why did you stop—when she noticed where his gaze had gone.

Down.

Toward her chest.

Her naked breasts.

She should have been embarrassed.

She should have pulled the sheet up, should have crossed her arms, should have done any of the things she’d been taught a proper girl did when a boy looked at her like that.

Instead, she watched him watch her, and felt her nipples tighten.

He moved slowly, giving her every chance to stop him, to push him away. But she didn’t. She couldn’t.

She was frozen, transfixed, as he lowered his head until his breath ghosted warm across the swell of her breast.

Then his hands were there, pushing aside the blanket, and then—then—

His palms sank into the soft flesh of her breasts, and she whimpered.

“Ahhh—! Luca—!”

They were so big in his hands. She’d always known she was well-endowed—the other girls in the village made sure she knew it, with their whispers and their jealous glances—but she’d never thought of her breasts as something to be held.

Something to be groped.

Something that could make a man’s eyes go dark and hungry the way Luca’s had gone now.

He cupped them, weighed them, squeezed them gently, then more firmly.

His thumbs traced circles on the underside, then moved inward, closer, closer, until—

“Oh.” She breathed, as his thumbs brushed across her nipples.

He did it again, and again, each pass making her breath hitch, making her hips twitch against his thigh.

“Ahhh—! Nooo—! It tickles—!”

When he finally took one nipple between thumb and forefinger and pinched, she cried out, her back arching, her hands flying to his shoulders.

“Ahhhh—!”

“Shh.” He murmured, but he was grinning, the bastard. He was grinning at her. “Easy, Luna. Easy.”

“You—I—”

She couldn’t form words. Couldn’t think. Could only feel, as he rolled her nipple between his fingers, as the sharp pleasure-pain shot straight to her pussy.

Luca made a sound low in his throat. Something between appreciation and hunger.

“Look at you.” He breathed. “Just…look at you.”

His tongue darted out, just a quick flick against the side of one breast, and she jerked beneath him.

“Ahh—! That—that’—”

“You like that?” He sounded amused. Pleased.

She nodded frantically, not trusting her voice.

He smiled—that evil, wonderful smile—and then his mouth was on her properly.

He kissed along the underside of one breast, working his way toward the peak.

Luna’s hands found his hair, clutching, holding on as if he were the only solid thing in a world that had suddenly gone liquid.

By the time his lips reached her nipple, she was trembling.

He circled it with his tongue once, twice—teasing, tormenting—and then he took it into his mouth.

“Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~”

The sensation that shot through Luna was unlike anything she’d ever experienced.

It was like lightning, like fire, like every nerve in her body had suddenly become a live wire. Her back arched off the bed, a cry escaping her lips.

“Oh! Oh, that’s—that’s so—Luca—”

He suckled gently at first, drawing her nipple deep into the heat of his mouth, his tongue moving against it in ways that made her see stars.

Then he pulled back, just a little, and sucked harder, and Luna’s vision went white at the edges.

“So sensitive.”

He murmured against her skin, before switching to her other breast and giving it the same treatment.

“Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~”

Luna was a mess beneath him.

Moans and whimpers spilled from her lips continuously, her body writhing, her hands clutching at his hair, his shoulders, anything she could reach.

The pleasure was almost too much—but she didn’t want it to stop.

She never wanted it to stop.

After what felt like an eternity of bliss, Luca pulled back slightly. His eyes were dark, hungry, but there was a teasing glint in them as he looked down at her.

“You know…”

He said casually, his fingers still tracing lazy circles around her nipples, making her shiver.

“I always knew you were well-endowed. When you used to press against me during our hugs, when you’d rub yourself against me—I could feel them.”

“But I never expected…”

He squeezed gently, appreciatively.

“…that they’d be this big. They’re even more amazing than I imagined.”

Luna blushed furiously but couldn’t help the small, pleased smile that tugged at her lips.

“I think…”

Luca continued, his tone still light, teasing.

“…that you might actually be bigger than your sister.”

That made Luna’s smile widen into something almost smug.

“Of course I am, Luca”

She said, her voice still breathy but carrying a note of sisterly competitiveness.

“Lulu may have a nicer butt—she’s always been proud of that—but I definitely have bigger breasts.”

“We’re twins, after all. It has to be fair.”

Luca laughed, a warm, genuine sound that made her heart flutter.

“She can have the butt, I’ll take the breasts. Equal distribution.”

She smiled but then something flickered across her face. A shadow of uncertainty.

“Umm, Luca?”

Her voice was smaller now. Hesitant.

“Are they—my breasts maybe too big?”

He blinked, clearly caught off guard.

“I’ve heard…” She rushed on, embarrassment coloring her cheeks. “…that sometimes breasts can be too big. That some men prefer them smaller.”

“And I just thought—I mean, if you’d rather they were—”

“Luna.” He cut her off, his voice firm but gentle. “Stop.”

She fell silent, watching him.

“Look at me.” He waited until her eyes met his. “There is no such thing as breasts that are too big. The bigger they are, the better. That’s just…That’s just facts.”

Before she could respond, he’d gathered her breasts in his hands, lifting them, pressing them together.

He leaned down until his lips hovered just above the sensitive peaks.

“Breasts like these.” He murmured. “Big, bountiful, beautiful breasts like these…they were made to be worshipped.”

And then his mouth descended.

He didn’t just suckle this time. He devoured.

“Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~”

His mouth opened wide, taking in as much of her breast as he could, sucking hard, pulling her flesh deep.

His tongue worked against her nipple, against the sensitive skin around it, against everything he could reach.

Luna’s head flew back, a sharp cry tearing from her throat.

“Oh! Oh, Luca, that’s so—it’s so intense!♡~”

But he didn’t relent.

If anything, he sucked harder, drawing her deeper, his cheeks hollowing with the effort.

One hand came up to tease her other nipple, rolling it between thumb and finger, and Luna thought she might actually die from the pleasure.

“Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~”

He switched breasts, latching onto the other with the same intensity, and Luna’s hips bucked helplessly against the bed.

“Oh God.” She whimpered. “Oh God, not that one too—Luca, please, I can’t!♡~”

But she could. She did. She took everything he gave her and begged for more.

The dual stimulation was overwhelming. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming with sensation.

She could feel wetness pooling between her thighs, soaking her underwear, but she couldn’t bring herself to be embarrassed.

Not now. Not when he was making her feel like this.

After long, glorious minutes, Luca pulled back just enough to speak, his lips still brushing against her wet, swollen nipple.

“Tell me something, Luna.” His voice was rough, distracted, his breath hot against her skin. “Do you like dogo fruit?”

The question about the fruit that resembled a cantaloupe was so unexpected that Luna almost laughed.

“Dogo fruit?” She repeated, her voice breathy and confused. “I…yes? I love Dogo fruit. It’s my favorite. Why do you ask?”

Luca grinned.

He squeezed her breasts together, creating that deep cleavage again, and looked down at them thoughtfully.

“It’s just…your breasts here.”

He said, groping them, squeezing them, watching the soft flesh bulge between his fingers.

“They’re about the same size as those Dogo fruits, aren’t they? And you’ve obviously eaten a lot of them in your life, so…”

He looked up at her, his grin widening.

“I think you’re breasts have grown to match them in size.”

Luna’s mouth fell open.

“That’s—that’s ridiculous.” She sputtered. “Breasts don’t—they don’t grow because of that! That’s not how it works?”

“Is it?” Luca interrupted, still grinning. “How do you know? Not to mention that, it’s not just the size that matches. But your nipples have that same sweetness as well.”

“Why don’t you taste them and see for yourself?”

Luna’s eyes trembled. “You can’t be serious. You’re not actually suggesting—”

But he was already moving. His hands gripped her breasts, pushed them together, lifted them toward her face.

“Taste yourself.” He murmured, his voice low and dark and utterly irresistible. “Go on. Suck your own nipple. See how sweet you are.”

Luna’s face burned. This was wrong. This was embarrassing. This was something she would never, ever have imagined doing.

But his eyes were on her, dark and waiting, and some deep, primal part of her wanted.

Slowly, hesitantly, she leaned forward. Her lips brushed against her own flesh. Against her own nipple.

And then she sucked.

“Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~”

The taste flooded her mouth—her own skin, her own essence, salty and sweet and utterly, shamefully intimate.

She expected to hate it. She expected to pull back immediately, to laugh at the absurdity.

Instead, something dark and hungry uncoiled in her belly.

She sucked harder. Her tongue circled her own nipple, teased it, claimed it.

“Mmmph!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~”

The sensation was strange—pleasure without the intermediary of another person, a closed loop of sensation that made her head spin.

When she looked down, Luca was watching her with an expression of pure, naked hunger.

“Good girl.” He breathed. “Now keep going.”

He leaned down, taking her other nipple into his mouth, and Luna moaned around her own flesh.

“Slurp!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Nnn! ♡~”

“Ooooh!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~ Ahhh!♡~”

They stayed like that—both of them suckling at her breasts, their eyes locked, their mouths working in tandem.

Luna’s pleasure built and built, an avalanche of sensation that seemed to have no peak, no release, just endless climbing toward something she couldn’t name.

Between her legs, she was soaked. She could feel her juices leaking out of her, soaking the furs beneath her, could smell the sharp, sweet scent of her own arousal mixing with the taste of her skin on her tongue.

And then Luca moved.

He lifted his head, still holding her nipple between his teeth, and pulled—gently, teasingly, drawing her breast up until it stretched, until he was right by her lips.

And in that moment, with her nipple caught between their mouths, he leaned forward and kissed her.

“Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Sip!♡~”

Their lips met over her breast.

Her nipple was pressed between them, crushed between mouth and mouth, as Luca’s tongue pushed into her and she pushed back.

“Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~”

They kissed fiercely, desperately, while her sensitive peak was trapped between their lips, and Luna thought she might die from the pleasure of it.

But she didn’t care.

All that mattered was this moment. This man. This connection.

This overwhelming pleasure and happiness she was feeling right now.

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