Liberation.
That's what Murasaki felt whenever she was with Murakumo. The two timid kunoichi had been together for many months now, and every spent second was the best time of her life. It was a sensation she never wanted to lose; feeling this tingle of warmth gave her a reason to get out of bed in the morning. What she had, with Murakumo, reminded her that she wasn't just a useless ton of breast fat with no story, no purpose in life.
Murakumo was her purpose.
The purple-haired ninja had developed an almost... dependency... on feeling the love and affection of Murakumo. Going on dates with her, kissing, holding, sleeping together... these things were former privileges to a girl of her disposition. Luxuries, far out of reach... but not anymore. What was once out of her grasp was now something Murasaki was able to enjoy whenever she saw fit.
In fact, one could say that having Murakumo as a girlfriend had slowly... spoiled her.
As month after month passed, Murasaki had grown so accustomed to getting her fill of companionship that she gradually began to forget what it was like to be without someone else. All that time before, when she was alone, locked in her room day in and out... it slowly became a distant memory. Murakumo had brought her into a new light, and allowed her to shed the reclusive shell of who she once was.
For a girl with a fairy tale life as hers, there was no need to even pursue the inquiry of what it would be like without Murakumo there. Murakumo would always be at her side... whenever she needed her... always...
KNOCK KNOCK!
Murasaki stood outside Murakumo's bedroom, giggling quietly as her body shook with anxiety. She knew where to find her. Even when the masked girl couldn't come see her, SHE could always go to Murakumo instead.
"Ah! W-who is it?"
"Who do you think~?" Murasaki replied, a humorous smile on her lips.
"M-Murasaki-chan?!"
Not even waiting for consent, Murasaki barged into her bedroom. Her joyous expression was quickly replaced by one of puzzlement when she noticed her green-eyed girlfriend was getting dressed.
"Murasaki-chan, what are you doing here? I t-told you I couldn't come see you today!" Murakumo exclaimed, TRYING to sound assertive, but failing due to her incredibly soft, docile voice.
Murasaki just tilted her head. "But... why not?"
Murakumo blushed, straining to furrow her brows just slight enough to show she was serious. "I have to go out with my squad tonight! We're taking a five-day trip in the wilderness, as part of our training."
Murasaki's hollow eyes lowered. "Five...days?"
Murakumo fastened a sock. "Yes. We'll be back on Friday afternoon."
"But... I need you."
Murakumo looked up at the purple-haired girl; her colorless eyes had a teeny droplet forming in each corner.
"Awww... Murasaki-chan, I'm sorry..." she consoled, placing a hand on her cheek. "But I have to do this. My squad needs me."
Murasaki responded by plowing into her, smashing her lips against the green-eyed girl's. Murakumo's eyed widened as she felt Murasaki trying to slide her tongue into her mouth. A hand reached up to cup a breast...
"Mmm, MMM! MM-NO! Murasaki-chan, stop! I don't have time for this!" Murakumo pushed her away, creating distance.
The purple-haired girl looked down, wetness forming more rapidly in her eyes. "But... b-b-but..."
Murakumo closed distance between them once again: this time, with just a heartfelt hug. "I'm so sorry, Murasaki-chan. I promise I'll come back to you as soon as possible. Just wait for me, okay?"
The purple haired girl merely nodded, sniffling a few times in Murakumo's embrace. Finally, her girlfriend broke away and tried to take her by the hand.
"Cmon, I'll take you home."
But Murasaki didn't take her hand in response. "N-no... it's okay. I can make it home by myself."
"Y-you sure?"
"Yeah... just be careful, Murakumo-chan. Be safe... I love you."
Murakumo managed a tiny little smile to lighten the mood a little . "I love you too. I promise I'll be back soon. Gimme a kiss~?"
The purple-haired girl had no smile in sight to match hers. "...Okay."
They leaned in, connecting with a soft little smooch that lasted few seconds before pulling away.
"Okay... I gotta go now. Bye!"
Murasaki followed her out the house, as far as the sidewalk... but that's where her journey ended. She couldn't bear to take another step forward. She merely stood there and watched, eyes heavy, lips curled downwards... as her love walked away with a smile and a wave.
Just like that... she was alone again.
For a minute, Murasaki stood still, almost statue-like. Perhaps her brain was trying to process this sudden anomaly. The feeling of... loneliness. She put a hand on her chest. Yes... it was coming back to her now. It was a feeling all-too familiar... a feeling she thought she was rid of forever. It felt the opposite of pleasant, being alone; she hated it. Like a cold, hard, nasty hand reaching into her chest and pulling her heart from its resting place, before tossing it in the nearest green dumpster.
It wasn't long until the tears fell. They fell and fell... but her face was unchanging, forever frozen in its look devoid of all color and warmth. Soon, the inevitable questions came flooding: what did she do to deserve this? Did she take Murakumo for granted? Was feeling the warmth of a companion only a limited time offer, and her ticket was up?
Now reverted to her base instincts, Murasaki knew no other course of action but to go home. Go home... back to onee-chan... back to her room... back to Bebe-tan... back to solitude.
Her long, gloomy walk home took her past the fairgrounds: a wide, green, empty patch of land that was seldom used. She was looking down at her feet when, in her peripheral vision, she spotted something... off. The bland sidewalk in front of her, the green grass to her left... and a weird white blotch.
The anomaly in her vision piqued her curiosity enough to pick her head up and physically look to her left. Out there, past the fence, sitting in the wide open plain... was a girl. She was all alone.
"Hmm...?"
Murasaki walked over to the fence and leaned in, squinting to get a better look: it was a girl looking similar to herself in age, with snowy white hair and a shade of tan quite similar to that of Homura from the Crimson Squad. She was wearing a short-sleeved, white shirt with buttons ranging from the collar to the area just below her sternum. They were mostly unbuttoned, save for a couple of the bottom ones.
A frilly black miniskirt rested just below her thighs. Two simple black shoes with white laces on her feet. And to complete the image... cotton socks that rested just an inch below her knees. On the left, black... on the right, white.
Murasaki's attention was officially diverted. No longer was her brain programmed to walk back home... instead it was focused on this girl. Why was she all alone? Was she a student around here? Was she a kunoichi? Murasaki was stricken by her... this girl, whom she had never met before.
Looking both ways, Murasaki suddenly hopped the fence, her feet colliding with the grass and making a rustling sound. The girl didn't seem to notice. With slow, shallow breaths, Murasaki approached with caution. Closer... closer... until she was close enough that maybe she couldn't scare her off.
"U-umm... excuse me..."
"Ah!"
A soft gasp rang out. The girl rose to her feet, quickly turning around to locate the source. And when Murasaki got a glimpse of her face... her mouth widened.
"W-wha...?"
Her eyes. Eyes of the darkest obsidian. Deep, hollow... abyssal... just like hers. Their eyes were... almost the same!
The girl immediately broke her gaze, looking away with a teeny blush. Her face... so reserved, so timid... like just the simple act of looking someone in the face was an uncomfortable experience for her.
And finally... Murasaki gets to hear her voice.
"S-s-sorry... I was just... sitting here..."
That voice pelted Murasaki like feathers flying from a pillow. Hushed, subdued... almost inaudible. A voice that does NOT command attention. A voice that would carry in a room and go completely unnoticed.
Murasaki's face heated up like a thermostat cranked to the max. This girl... she was almost her double, sharing all of the qualities of an apprehensive, timorous, withdrawn individual just like herself. The purple haired girl had to blink a few times to make sure she wasn't seeing things. It was like looking in a mirror, but with a different face staring back.
"S-sorry... I didn't mean to bother you..." Murasaki replied with a bow, her voice almost similar in its lack of vivacity. Between the two of them... the wind in the trees had a better chance of having an engaging conversation.
"It's okay..." the white-haired girl responded, looking down at her feet. A teeny little rush of pink was on her cheeks, from the utter awkwardness of this confrontation. Just to move things out of this weird little rut, she made the next move.
"Um, wh-who are you...?"
"I'm Murasaki." the purple-haired girl said with a bow. "I noticed you out here all alone... I was c-curious..."
The white-haired girl with eyes absent of color gasped. "Ah, I-I wasn't trying to be antisocial or anything! I was just... ahh... j-just admiring the trees..."
Murasaki giggled softly. "It's okay, you don't have to explain. Actually, I just thought you were lonely... maybe you needed some company."
The pink hue on the white-haired girl's cheeks intensified. "Ah! Y-you're... uhh... thanks for... that..."
Murasaki felt a tiny little warmth in her chest. This was going well so far. Being near her was... comforting.
"What's your name?" Murasaki asked, taking a step forward.
"I'm Yuyaki." the white-haired girl replied, tilting her head and parting her lips very slightly with what looked like a very weak attempt at a smile. It's like her lips were trying to curve upwards, but the corners of her mouth were stuck in a bear trap.
"Yuyaki... that's a nice name~"
"Ah! Th-thanks. Your name is nice too... ehehe~"
Murasaki took another step forward. "Hey Yuyaki, are you lonely out here?"
Yuyaki looked down. Her hands habitually went up to scratch her shoulder. "Ummm... y-yeah... yes I am..."
"I'm lonely too." Murasaki replied. "Do you wanna hang out?"
This sudden offer of companionship made Yuyaki perk up a little. Her eyes widened, lighting up with actual emotion. Her mouth no longer struggled to curve upright; the corners of her mouth jumped upwards to celebrate this newfound joy in her chest.
"Th-that sounds good. Thank you...!"
Murasaki shared in that joy with a smile of her own. Just a few minutes ago, it seemed like she would never experience that facial expression again. But now that she met this girl out of the blue, smiling almost felt... TOO easy...
"So what do you wanna do?" Murasaki asked, leaning over slightly with her hands eagerly intertwined.
Yuyaki looked around, a hand on her chin. "Hmmmm... well... this is a nice, wide open field. Wanna play tag~?"
"That sounds fun! Okay~"
Suddenly, a mischievous little look in those dark eyes. A teeny, subtle, barely noticeable to the naked eye grin, spread on Yuyaki's lips.
"Okay... you're it! Ahaha~!"
Murasaki gasped as Yuyaki's palm collided with her chest, making her abnormal melons bounce upwards from her jarring recoil.
"Ah! I'll get you~!"
Yuyaki ran away giggling, the purple haired girl pursuing close behind. Their ninja speed made for quite an interesting game indeed, as they were both equally skilled.
"Hahaha! I'm almost there! Aaaaand GOTCHA! You're it~!"
"AH! Oh no you don't!"
Now it was Murasaki's turn to be they prey as she fled the hunter Yuyaki, each step making those monumental chest puppies flail with lethal force. In public, Murasaki would be ashamed and embarrassed... but out here with Yuyaki, she feels no stress weighing her down. Those oppai may as well be lighter than air.
"I'm gonna get ya! Almost... WHOA!"
Murasaki looked back and her face turned to concern when she noticed Yuyaki facefirst in the grass.
"Ah! Yuyaki-chan!"
Murasaki ran over there as quick as her feet allowed her. She leaned down to check on her... and the trap was sprung.
"YOU'RE IT~!" the ninja with hair of snow blurted, her quiet voice producing what very few would actually classify as an exclamation.
"AH! You sneak!" Murasaki giggled as Yuyaki leaped up and touched her. But Yuyaki's tag was a little TOO powerful... and it knocked the purple-haired girl over onto the grass.
The two giddy kunoichi opted to not continue the game. They instead lay side by side on the grass, giggling to the skies above, sharing their immeasurable joy with the sun and clouds.
"Yuyaki-chan... I'm having such a good time with you." Murasaki said, her voice calming down to its original state.
"I'm having fun too... I'm so happy that you... came to meet me..." Yuyaki replied, turning her head to meet those deep irises with her own.
Their hands slowly inched towards each other... until they met with a greeting of fingers intertwining.
Murasaki could feel the ice melting. That cold, nasty, painful void that had reopened inside her was being filled once again with comfort and warmth. Maybe it was just a temporary substitute: a faux replacement, not meant to last. But for Murasaki... her eyes couldn't see the difference. To her, it didn't matter where it came from; she couldn't live without that fulfillment now. It was a part of her now, the feeling of companionship. A vital piece, that couldn't be absent and still leave her whole.
As their hands had closed distance, so too did their faces. Inch by inch they drew nearer, neither of them slacking off in the initiative. Closer, they drew... until the moment came, when there was no more distance to cover. Their lips were together, incapable of retreat, nor desiring it.
"Mmmmmmph~"
Yuyaki's eyes closed as she melted into the kiss, submitting her body to Murasaki as she grabbed the snow-white ninja and pulled her on top of her. Yuyaki's legs instinctively draped over her hips, as their arms found solace around each other. They both basked in this affection, desiring it equally and neither feeling the internal buzzing of reluctance.
"Mmm...mmmchu~"
Their lips finally pulled apart after a blissful passing of seconds, allowing the two to regain their breath and gaze lovingly into the eyes of the other.
"Th-that was... good~" Yuyaki stammered.
"Yes... I enjoyed it too~" Murasaki replied with a smile.
At this moment, the purple haired ninja knew no boundaries. There were no lines in the sand, no taboos to break, no sacred creed to uphold. There was only a feeling: a feeling deep inside her chest, a faint, gnawing pain that was only just barely noticeable. This pain was a part of her for so long... and she never realized how much it hurt until she was finally able to experience the joy of being loved. No matter what, as long as she lived... this pain was to remain dormant as it is now. For a girl who has tasted true bliss... anything less is starving.
"You wanna come over and watch anime?"
Inviting a guest over was the most natural feeling for Murasaki now. With a smile, she took Yuyaki's hand and helped the girl to her feet. When they were both upright, Yuyaki gave a nod and a blush.
"Y-yeah! Sure!"
These two newfound companions walked hand-in-hand, Murasaki's house the destination. The emptiness was far gone; comfort was all that remained. A smile was plastered on the purple-haired girl's lips, never to be removed.
As they got cozy at Murasaki's house, Yuyaki was well past that awkward layer of uncertainty strangers share when meeting. Though she had only known Murasaki for a short time, already she felt infatuated with the purple-haired girl. The two of them just blended so well together... being around her was a feeling of euphoria. Murasaki was a girl that made her barrier fall.
They sat on Murasaki's bed, side by side, as the purple-haired girl handed her a stack of anime to look through. While Yuyaki browsed, Murasaki presented her with a blue stuffed toy.
"This is Bebeby. He's my best friend. You like him~?"
Yuyaki's eyes lit up. "Awwwww, he's great! I love him~!"
Murasaki giggled as she reached over and pressed Bebeby against her cheek, giving her a pretend kiss. "He likes you too. CHU~"
"Ahahahaha~!" Yuyaki giggled, putting a hand on her cheek and blushing.
Murasaki set Bebeby aside and watched Yuyaki intently as she browsed through DVDs, trying to find something they could watch. But the longer Murasaki watched her, the greater the feelings inside her welled. Having Yuyaki on her bed triggered... memories. Pleasurable memories, between her and Murakumo. She could feel her body growing cold without the warmth of Murakumo... she needed to feel that warmth. She longed for it..."
Hmmm... maybe we could watch this one. Or this one! Is this one any goo-mmmmmmph...?"
But that sentence would never finish, as Murasaki's lips stopped the words dead in their tracks. Before she knew it, the white-haired girl was deep in the lips of the purple-haired girl, her wide eyes barely having time to process it. Murasaki's leg draped over her lap; a hand slid up her torso, towards her chest...
"Mmm...mmmmm... mmph! Ah, M-Murasaki-chan! Wh-what are you doing...?"
"I change my mind." Murasaki replied. "I don't want to watch anime anymore."
Yuyaki's head tilted. "Oh... th-then what do you wanna do?"
"I wanna do something... with you..."
"Huh? Like what...?"
Murasaki responded by reaching over, intruding Yuyaki's personal boundary with a hand on her chest. Unprepared and slightly naive, Yuyaki instinctively tensed up and recoiled.
"W-w-why did you touch me there...?"
Murasaki leaned in closer, a lustful smile on that face. "It's okay... I wanna do something fun. It feels very good. Will you trust me?"
Yuyaki shivered, an intense rush of red from her cheeks down to her nose. "Ah... u-um... I d-don't understand..."
Murasaki gave a sultry giggle as she reached over and grabbed her shirt. "First, take your clothes off..."
Yuyaki jumped back. "Waaah! W-w-wait! I d-don't think I want to!"
Murasaki looked down, a cute little pout on her lips. "Awwww... but we can't play if you don't take your clothes off..."
Yuyaki scratched her shoulder. "Oh... um... I-I'm sorry...""If I take my clothes off first, will that make you more comfortable?"
Upon hearing that, Yuyaki perked up a bit. "Hmm... yeah, I suppose! Okay!"
Murasaki happily kicked things off, clutching her tanktop and pulling it over her head, revealing her black lacy bra. To Yuyaki's surprise, the tiny black strip in front that supported her cups was completely snapped apart, supposedly as a result of the intense pressure applied to it. Her cups dangled freely, just managing to conceal her nipples, but failing to contain much of anything of her MASSIVE booby real estate.
Yuyaki's eyes widened. "Ahhh... w-wow... your oppai... huge... biggest... I've ever seen..."
Murasaki blushed, an eager smile on her lips. "Now your turn~"
"Okay... here goes~" Yuyaki replied, a blush of equal magnitude on her cheeks.
Yuyaki undid the final two buttons of her collar shirt, revealing the teeny white bridge that connected the cups of her own bra. Unlike Murasaki's, however, her bra was still well put-together.
Murasaki watched with eagerness as Yuyaki grabbed her collar and pulled her shirt up over her head, shedding it free of her torso. Her caramel-colored bosom was beautifully contrasting with the whiteness of her lacy lingerie. While not nearly as large as Murasaki, her moderate chest was still far above average.
It was Murasaki's turn again. She clutched the rim of her black shorts, sliding them down to her ankles, revealing her cute little black undies with purple kanji written on them. Yuyaki's face grew warmer, both from seeing Murasaki in her undergarments... and the realization that she was next.
"O-o-okay... here goes..."
Yuyaki grabbed her skirt with her fumbling fingers. Sloppily, she slid it down to her ankles and kicked out of it. Underneath that black skirt lie a matching pair of silky white panties, so transparent that the darkness of her skin could be seen bleeding through.
"Okay... wanna do this next part together?"
"Um... hai!"
"Okay... 1... 2... 3~"
At once, they each raced to shed their bras. Murasaki's came off first, the broken accessory offering little to no resistance as it was pretty much just hanging there loose. Nonetheless, those bountiful melons still couldn't help but jiggle upon being exposed to the 's face didn't subside in redness as she diligently unhooked her back strap. She loosened her shoulder straps and dropped it to the floor, her gorgeously bronzed breasts springing free with a jiggle upon being relieved of constriction.
Feeling self-conscious about her exposed breasts, Yuyaki blushed deeply and brought her hands up to conceal her little pink nipples. But her hands didn't stay there long, as Murasaki approached and grabbed her wrists.
"No... don't cover up. It's okay~"she encouraged.
"But... b-but.. my oppai are out..." Yuyaki softly squeaked, the pink on her cheeks really bringing out the dark of her eyes.
"So? My oppai are out too." Murasaki replied. She did a little bounce, pushing up with her knees, but without her feet actually leaving the floor. On cue, the abrupt body movement caused her copious breasts to jiggle freely.
"But..."
"Shhhhhh. I promise this will feel good."
"Y-you promise...?"
Murasaki smiled and leaned in, closing distance until their bodies became one. Their breasts met, the purple-haired girl's arms going around Yuyaki, one hand on her waist, another caressing the smooth of her back. Her lips silenced any further objection from Yuyaki, as the white-haired girl was immediately overtaken by the spell of romance.
"Mmmm...mmmm~"
She submitted to Murasaki right then, moans and whimpers her response to the feeling of Murasaki's nearly naked body and lips against her. Her arms reached up, not to push away... but to embrace the purple-haired girl and pull their bodies even deeper into the glue-like bond.
"Mmph...mmph mmph~" Murasaki's tongue swirled around in her mouth as her hands trailed down Yuyaki's back, past her waist, until her fingers slid inside her panties. If one was looking back there, they could see the very distinct shape of Murasaki's hands in her underwear, fondling her supple caramel butt cheeks, moving them around and gently squeezing.
"Mmm... mmph... let's get back on the bed, Yuyaki-chan~"
"Mmph, ah... o-okay..."
Yuyaki wrapped a leg around her waist as Murasaki scooped her up. Their weight combined, the two of them fell over and collapsed onto the mattress, laying side by side. Once again their lips closed distance, Yuyaki returning her leg to its position, draped over Murasaki's hip.
Their makeout session continued, tongues meeting, hands exploring the chests presented to them. Yuyaki finally got a handful of Murasaki's legendary bosom... and the feeling was like nothing in this world. A vast, endless ocean of titty flesh, two round red nipples, all for her fingers to greedily explore.
"Mmm... ahh... that feels so good, Yuyaki-chan..." Murasaki moaned softly. "Please keep doing that..."
"Th-this?" Yuyaki asked, as her hands went around in circles right in the center of Murasaki's warm, squishy funbags.
"Yes... just keep doing that..."
"O-okay... I'll do my best~"
Murasaki sat upright and drew her head back, eyes closed, and basked in the incredible feeling of Yuyaki's hands grabbing, squeezing, WORSHIPING her breasts. The inexperienced girl was just doing what she thought Murasaki enjoyed... and enjoy it, she did.
"Ahhhh...ahhhhh... good... now... keep one hand there and..."
Still with two handfuls of titty flesh, Yuyaki looked down and gasped as she saw Murasaki sliding down her panties. She got them down to her thighs, then lifted her butt up to get them down the rest of the way.
"Put one hand... here~" Murasaki motioned, pointing at the glistening pink slit between her legs.
"Ah! That's your... you want me to touch your...?"
"Please, Yuyaki-chan. You're making me feel so good... but I need more..."
"O-okay... uhhh... like this...?" Yuyaki reached down and placed a hand on her folds, pressing her fingers deep into the soft skin.
"Ah!" Murasaki moaned out. "Y-yes... you can also.. p-put your fingers inside... ahhhh~"
Yuyaki began multitasking, devoting one hand to fondling that endless globe of soft titty flesh, and using the other hand to gently stroke her sensitive pussy lips upwards, curling her fingers slightly in a scooping motion. Her fingers went the entire length of her slit, going upwards just enough to tease her clitoris.
Murasaki collapsed against the bed, shuddering from stimulation. "H-h-aaaahh-ahhh...yesss... ahhh...!"
Yuyaki sensed Murasaki was enjoying this, so the girl took it up a notch. Her hands became greedy, squeezing and fondling with more force. The hand between Murasaki's legs started pinching, squeezing, going upwards to stroke her clit directly before going back down and... finally... entering her. It only took less than a minute of Yuyaki's fingers poking around her insides to trigger the purple-haired girl's sweet release.
"Ohhhhh... Yu-YA-KI-CHAAAAAAAAAN~"
Yuyaki gasped when she felt Murasaki's walls close in around her fingers, almost like it was trying to bite them off. It startled the girl for a second... until she felt the walls release their grip on her fingers and discharge a warm, viscous fluid all over them. She looked down, witnessing a clear stream trickle down each edge.
"Ah... Murasaki-chan... you're...!"
"It's so good, Yuyaki-chan..." Murasaki moaned. "It's the best feeling... I can make you feel it too..."
Yuyaki''s eyes widened. "S-seriously? Wh-what do I do?"
"Just lay back... and let me take care of you~"
As the white-haired girl obeyed, Murasaki kicked off her panties the rest of the way so she could move freely. Now completely unrestricted, she crawled over to Yuyaki and pulled down her underwear as well.
"Ah! M-my undies..." Yuyaki pouted.
"You don't need them~" Murasaki cooed.
Murasaki pulled them all the way down to her feet, removing them and tossing them aside. At first Yuyaki tried to hide her nudity, but Murasaki encouraged her with a kiss... and another kiss. A third kiss came, and Murasaki collapsed on top of her.
"Mmmph! Mmm! Mmmph~!"
Murasaki stayed on top and rained kisses down on the white-haired girl, whose senses had gone awry. She only had instinct, to bring her hand around Murasaki's ass and give it a squeeze, while the other one fondled her side boob, which there was PLENTY of despite it being squished against her.
"Ahhh...ahhh Murasaki-cha-" was all Yuyaki could manage before a tongue silenced her. Murasaki kissed her long and deep, slowly crawling off of her so she could grab the white-haired girl and position her on the bed properly. But their kiss never broke for a second, even despite the frantic motions.
"Spread your legs a little~" Murasaki commanded, lifting Yuyaki's knees very slightly and spreading her legs in a V-shape.
"Uummm... is that go-AHHH!"
Yuyaki whimpered as she looked down; Murasaki's fingers were deep into her never-before-entered pussy.
"Yes... now hold still~"
Murasaki crawled on Yuyaki in a "side control" position, all the while keeping her arm outwards to bury her fingers deep inside her pussy. With a smile, she began multi-tasking... pumping inside Yuyaki's folds while she leaned down and took her right nipple in her mouth. She began sucking steadily, making the titty flesh bulge upwards in her lips as the nipple disappeared in her mouth.
If Murasaki was lacking in stamina, Yuyaki was even moreso. The poor girl was paralyzed, only able to tense up her muscles and cry out her name.
"AH! H-ah! Mura-Mura-Muraahhh Murasaki-chaaaan! Ahhh! Ahhhhh!"
"Just a little more..." Murasaki whispered gently. "It's almost over~"
Murasaki immediately returned to her oral work, and pumped up the pace TWICE as hard. Yuyaki's womanhood began to make a repetitive squishing sound from the accumulation of her wetness being met with the blunt force of Murasaki's fingers. The white-haired girl wriggled, flailed, flopped like a fish as her womanhood screamed with a beg of release.
"Ahhh! Haaaah! Hooooh! Hah...hah...hah... HAAAAAAAAHHHH!"
Her orgasmic yell was sweetness in Murasaki's ears as she felt the white-haired girl's own juices flow with freedom, no longer held back by arousal. The peak had been reached... and the blissful orgasm flew out with a cry of liberation, splattering Murasaki's fingers, going as far as soaking the back of her arm. The purple-haired girl pulled out and allowed Yuyaki to lay there and recover, basking in her cute little tuckered-out whimpers.
"Did that feel good, Yuyaki-chan~?"
Yuyaki struggled to get words out, as her chest prominently raised up and lowered back down with her pants. "Huff... huff... yes... so... good..."
Murasaki smiled lustfully as she crawled and hovered over Yuyaki, leaning down and kissing her neck. "Can we do one more thing? I want to show you something really amazing~"
Yuyaki's exhausted face managed a smile. "I'm... very... tired... I don't think... I can..."
"Cmooooon~" Murasaki pestered, gently pulling her arm. "Please? I promise it'll be quick. I'll show you how."
"Huff... huff... okay... just one more..."
Murasaki smiled and scooped Yuyaki up, hugging her tight. "Mmm, thank you. Now, I'm gonna lay back against the pillow..."
Murasaki laid back and spread her legs a little, then placed Yuyaki in her lap. Yuyaki collapsed against her chest, pressing her face against that huge, pillow-like bosom.
"Now... just let me do the work, okay?" Murasaki mewled sweetly, stroking the back of Yuyaki's head.
"Okay~" Yuyaki smiled, relaxing her head against Murasaki's chest. It was quite comfortable.
Murasaki grabbed a thigh in each hand, and slowly started to move Yuyaki back and forth against her. At the same time, she bucked her hips in a humping motion, grinding her pussy against Yuyaki's, which was resting comfortably on top of hers. The friction of their folds grinding was quickly dissipated, as the wetness oozing from their walls created a slick, slippery surface between their took a second to get into a good rhythm, but before long Murasaki was tribbing against Yuyaki with steady thrusts.
"Ahhh! Ahhh! AHHHHH!" Murasaki drew her head back and didn't bother to leave her moans restrained. She bucked her hips with all her might, until her back ached. But the pleasure far outweighed the pain.
The entirety of Murasaki's breasts vibrated from the cries and whimpers of Yuyaki, whose face was buried against them. While her cries of bliss were muffled, the sheer power and volume of her throaty moans made her titty flesh jiggle with reverberation.
"Ahhhh! AHHH! You make me... feel so amazing, Yuyu-chan! Ahhhhh! You're the best feeling in the world!" Murasaki screamed.
Murasaki held nothing back, even as she felt the warmth of Yuyaki's juices squirt against her. She couldn't stop; she was in auto-pilot. Her function, her PURPOSE, was to achieve this final release.
"Ahhh! Ahhhh! Yuyu-chan! I'm not gonna stop... not... until... AHHHHHHHHHH!"
Murasaki thrust upwards one last time... and her body was sent on a tidal wave of stimulation. She felt warmth in waves, washing through her, lighting her blood on fire, making her body flop without control.
Almost as quick as it happened... it ended. Murasaki went limp, her vision black, her muscles drained of strength. Yuyaki was already passed out on her chest.
Murasaki didn't even try to open her eyes. She didn't want to. She just wanted to slip away. Sleep... and bask in the afterglow of this magical moment. She wanted this to be her last thought, her last feeling as her consciousness drifted away. No sadness, no pain... no loneliness.