Raw Eclipse: Forbidden Therapy
Exhausted from the sprawl of neon-drenched streets below, Lena dragged her boots into the shadowed lobby of Apex Veil, the orbital clinic perched like a diamond spike above the megacity’s chaos. Links: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Jump to Chapter 6
Chapter 1: Fractured Return 💋
The elevator hummed upward, a sleek tube piercing the void between ground-level grit and starlit indulgence. Lena’s muscles screamed, raw from the firefight in the underhive warrens. Blood crusted under her nails, not all of it hers. Jax had gone down hard—gutted by corporate drones, his last laugh echoing in her skull like a glitchy comms feed.
She slumped against the mirrored wall, watching her reflection fracture. Cropped silver hair matted with sweat, eyes like chipped obsidian, body a map of scars and synth-muscle grafts. Thirty-two cycles in the shadows, and tonight’s haul barely covered the med-bills stacking up. But Apex Veil wasn’t for patching flesh. It was for the mind’s jagged edges.
Doors hissed open to a foyer of diffused amber light, scented with synthetic jasmine laced over ozone. Kira waited there, her silhouette all curves and command—full breasts straining a silk kimono, hips swaying with predatory grace. Her skin glowed like polished teak, raven locks cascading in loose waves. No one guessed her secret at first glance. High-class futanari, Lena’s fixer had whispered. Worth the black-market creds.
“Rough night?” Kira’s voice was velvet over steel, pulling Lena forward with invisible threads.
“Jax. Drones chewed him up. Felt… raw.” Lena spat the word, tasting bile and regret.
Kira’s chocolate eyes softened, but hunger flickered beneath. “Come. Let it out.”
They moved to the therapy vault—a chamber mimicking a forgotten Earth villa. Holo-walls projected rolling hills under a perpetual twilight, wind murmuring through simulated olive groves. A massive bed dominated the center, sheets like liquid mercury. Kira shed her robe, revealing heavy tits veined with milk ducts, engineered for comfort and craving alike. Below, her attachment hummed—a seamless illusion of feminine folds, hiding the truth.
Lena stripped mechanically, her tattooed skin prickling in the cool air. They sank onto the bed, Kira cradling her like a storm-tossed waif. A nipple found Lena’s lips, warm and yielding. Sweet milk flooded her tongue, laced with endorphins that unraveled the knot in her chest.
“Safe now,” Kira murmured, fingers tracing Lena’s spine. The taste lingered, creamy and forbidden, as Lena’s breaths slowed. But the ache pulsed deeper, raw nerves demanding more than solace.
Chapter 2: Shadows of the Lost
Flashback clawed in: Jax’s grin amid the flashing muzzles, his blade flashing before a drone’s plasma bolt vaporized his thigh. They’d been partners five years—hate-fucks in dingy motels, sharing smokes after gigs. He never got too close, never spun fairy tales. Just raw survival, the grind that kept them sharp.
Back in the villa, Lena pulled away, milk dribbling down her chin. “He was solid. No bullshit. We rutted like animals after scores, left bruises that faded by dawn.”
Kira nodded, her hand cupping Lena’s shaved mound with clinical warmth. “Grief hides in the body. Speak it.”
“Lost a fighter. A fuck-buddy who matched my edge.” Lena’s voice cracked, fists clenching sheets that whispered like distant rain. The room smelled of sun-warmed stone and Kira’s musky arousal, overripe fruit beckoning.
“And you? What does his absence carve from you?” Kira’s fingers delved lightly, teasing slick folds. Lena gasped, hips bucking involuntarily. Touch ignited fire—raw sensation slicing through numbness.
“Hate the protocols. Dissociation for kills. Works down there, in the sprawl. But here?” Lena met Kira’s gaze, seeing the subtle glow of implants. “Worries me. Lovers get messy if they’re in the game.”
Kira’s laugh was a low rumble. “Smart. Your flings stay outside the fire. Jax skirted it.”
“Yeah. Raw edges only. No entanglements.” But doubt gnawed. Jax’s death hit harder than expected, a void echoing in her core.
Silence stretched, broken by Kira’s rhythmic strokes—thumb circling Lena’s clit, awakening throbs. The holo-wind carried salt from phantom seas, tasting on Lena’s lips as she licked them. Tension coiled, guilt mingling with lust. Kira leaned in, breath hot against Lena’s ear.
“What haunts you most? The kill, or the empty bed?”
Lena shuddered. “Both. Need to forget.”
Chapter 3: Dive into the Fantasy 🔥
Kira shifted, drugs seeping through skin contact, blurring realities. The villa warped—hills becoming a sprawling estate under bruised skies. Incestuous haze settled: Kira as the nurturing matron, Lena the dominant heir returned from shadowed wars.
“My fierce one,” Kira cooed, offering her breast again. Lena latched on greedily, sucking with feral pulls. Milk surged, honeyed fire down her throat. Kira’s hands roamed, kneading Lena’s ass, fingertips probing raw nerves into bliss.
Dialogue melted into moans. “Missed this warmth, Mom,” Lena growled around the nipple, role-play igniting.
Kira arched, kimono fully discarded. “You’ve grown so strong. Claim what’s yours.”
Lena flipped her, pinning those lush thighs. The scent hit—Kira’s arousal, tangy and primal, mingling with milk’s sweetness. Tongue dove first, lapping at the illusionary slit, feeling hidden heat radiate. Kira bucked, gasping. “He never… oh gods, so raw!”
The word hung, fueling Lena. She spread cheeks, tonguing deeper into the true entrance—tight ring yielding to insistent laps. Kira’s cries built, a symphony of shock and surrender. Saliva slicked paths, tastes blending salt and musk on Lena’s palate.
But illusion cracked; Lena craved reality. Lube slicked her fingers—no, her harnessed length, modded for the night, swelling to girthy insistence. Kira presented, ass high, trembling with feigned fear.
“It’s too much, darling,” Kira whimpered, perfect in submission.
“You need it raw, Mom. Like I do.” Lena thrust home, burying to the hilt. Velvet vice gripped, Kira’s hidden prostate swelling against her shaft. Pounding began—slow grinds building to savage pistons. Skin slapped wetly, echoes in the holo-grove. Sweat beaded, tasting salty as Lena licked Kira’s back.
Kira shattered first, squirting phantom loads into hidden reservoirs, cries fracturing the air. Lena hammered through, claiming dominance, her own peak a raw explosion—pulsing deep, vision whiting out in ecstatic void.
They collapsed, tangled. “Good girl,” Kira slurred, afterglow haze binding them closer.
Chapter 4: New Cravings Ignite
Dawn holo-filtered through windows, but Lena’s mind raced. Session over, yet pull lingered. Kira rose, attachment detaching with a soft click, revealing her true length—thick, veined, stirring anew.
“More?” Kira teased, voice husky.
Lena grinned, raw hunger stirring. But interrupts buzzed—a new client? No, Apex Veil’s underbelly called. Word of Lena’s prowess spread; a rival operative, Mia, waited in the lounge. Petite firebrand with electric-blue hair, piercings glinting, scars from the same sprawl wars.
Mia cornered them post-shower, steam curling like ghosts. “Heard you process ghosts best, Kira. Mind if I watch? Jax owed me rounds.”
Tension sparked. Lena’s jealousy flared—raw possessiveness over the therapist’s touch. Yet curiosity burned.
The trio retreated to a steam chamber, mists scented with eucalyptus and sin. Kira knelt first, mouth engulfing Lena’s revived hardness, slurps echoing wetly. Mia stripped, lithe body pressing close, nipples hard against Lena’s arm.
“Share the raw deal,” Mia purred, fingers joining Kira’s on Lena’s sack.
Rotation began. Lena face-fucked Kira, gagging her deep, tears streaming prettily. Mia straddled Kira’s face, grinding slick heat onto tongue. Air thickened with moans, pussy-juice tang, throbbing cocks—Kira’s unsheathed now, Mia stroking it reverently.
Lena pulled out, slick with spit, slamming into Mia’s dripping core. “Tight little thief,” she growled. Walls clenched, milking her. Kira rose behind, lubing her massive futanari cock, pressing into Lena’s ass in tandem.
Triple chain: Lena railing Mia, Kira claiming Lena. Thrusts synced, raw friction building inferno. Mia came screaming, squirting arcs across fogged tiles. Lena followed, flooding Mia’s womb. Kira erupted last, hot jets painting Lena’s depths, collapse in heap of trembling limbs.
Aftermath washed over—tenderness in touches, confessions whispered. Jax’s shadow faded, replaced by fragile bonds.
Chapter 5: Depths of Dependency
Weeks blurred. Lena’s gigs sharpened, mind clearer post-sessions. But dependency crept—raw addiction to Kira’s milk, her hole, her insights. Mia joined often, trio evolving into something feral, psychological.
One night, crisis hit. Botched raid: Lena’s squad ambushed, two down. She stormed Apex, bloodied, demanding Kira.
“Broke me,” Lena sobbed, rare vulnerability cracking armor.
Kira drew her into a new sim—primal forest, raw earth underfoot, rain pattering leaves. No villa; beastly urges reigned. Kira on all fours, ass presented amid mud-slick ferns. Lena mounted like a wolf, cock plunging raw—no lube, friction burning deliciously.
“Fuck the pain out,” Kira urged, pushing back.
Mia arrived mid-thrust, stripping to join. Double penetration: Lena in Kira’s ass, Mia’s strap in Kira’s mouth. Gags, slurps, grunts—senses overloaded. Smell of wet soil, taste of rain-kissed skin, sight of writhing bodies. Touches electric—nails raking, teeth nipping.
Orgasms chained: Kira anal-climaxing first, prostate milked dry. Mia face-fucked to squirt. Lena’s release primal roar, collapsing atop.
Processing followed, naked in afterglow. “Losses scar, but we rebuild,” Kira whispered. Lena nodded, guilt easing into resolve.
Chapter 6: Eclipse’s Embrace
Months later, sprawl’s underbelly conquered a corp enclave. Lena led, Jax’s tactics honored. Victory bash at Apex: orgy unfurled. Kira center, futanari cock worshipped by Lena and Mia, others joining—raw hedonism reigning.
Lena took Kira missionary, legs wrapped, deep kisses trading milk-tinged spit. Mia scissored against, clits grinding spark. Group devolved: ass-to-mouth chains, cum-swaps, fists stretching willing holes.
Peak: Kira’s eruption, painting all in ropes. Lena licked clean, raw devotion sealing fates.
They lounged post-bliss, stars wheeling outside. Bonds forged in fire, therapy transcended. Lena’s ghosts quieted, future a haze of gigs and ecstasy. Kira’s touch—anchor in chaos. Raw eclipse eternal. 🔥
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