Chapter 4: Climax
Luna, or rather, Matt, felt an unfamiliar weightiness settle into the depths of her stomach. She glanced at the clock, the luminescent red numerals blinking ominously: 3:00 a.m.
Insomnia was a personal acquaintance of hers, one that she welcomed in her previous life. Now, in this newfound body, she was presented with a rare opportunity to explore the carnal aspects of her existence, the ones which had lain dormant until now.
"Shall I show you were we get the most pleasure" teased Luna's spirit from the mirror.
Matt smirked and approached the sink, placing the pendant back in its place, nestled against her heaving cleavage. This altercation fueled an intoxicating mix of curiosity, fear, of the unknown, and a profound understanding of the power emanating from Luna's dormant potential. Matt couldn't keep his hands off their curves; he glided their fingers up their thighs, reaching into their lacy undergarments.
He could feel the slickness between their legs, and the hot, wet pulsing told of her arousal.
Luna's spirit whispered, "Stroke me, feel me. I'm ready for you."
Matt's—or rather, Luna's—heart raced as they used one hand to explore themselves, while the other undid the buttons of her hospital gown. Slowly they peeled it back, exposing those large breasts that had teased him all day.
Matt marveled at the sight of those pert nipples, already taut with excitement, and an idea began to form; a naughty, exciting idea.
With a confidence that was alien to him in his previous life, Matt reached up, cupping one full orb in a delicate hand. He kneaded it gently, thrilling at the way Luna's breathing hitched. He experimentally plucked at the nipple, watching it harden further under his touch.
Luna's spirit giggled, urging him on.
"Use your mouth, Luna," Matt heard from the spirit. "Sucking the nipple is more pleasurable"
He leaned down, taking the nipple between his lips. He sucked gently, swirling their tongue around the sensitive peak. Luna's breath hitched again, a soft moan escaping their lips.
"Oh, fuck, that feels good."
Matt couldn't help but smile against her breast, relishing the feeling of power and control this new body afforded him. He continued to tease her nipple, feeling it harden even further under his tongue.
Meanwhile, his free hand continued to explore the wetness between their thighs. He slipped 3 fingers inside, groaning as he felt how tight and hot they were.
But Luna needed more, so he added a fourth. Sliding in and then out, he set a steady rhythm that matched the movement of the jerking of their tits. The moans that filled the bathroom were beyond filthy, and it only ratcheted up Matt's excitement to hear how much pleasure he was giving Luna.
Their tits were practically vibrating with pleasure, but it wasn't enough yet. They moved their fingers to go deeper and faster.
From the mirror, Luna's spirit cried out, "We're about to cum"
Matt let go of Luna's tits and looked back up at the mirror.
Fuck, the sight of their hands moving rapidly inside Luna's cunt was insanely hot.
He there was this primal side to Luna—something he couldn't resist.
He didn't want to hold back any longer.
Matt slid their palm-up against Luna's clit, massaging her other nub in small circles.
Luna cried out again, back arching, head thrown back, breasts thrust forward.
Matt grunted with the exertion of perfectly manipulating the most sensitive parts of this newfound body.
In the mirror, he could see the ecstasy on Luna's face, her perfectly shaped eyebrows knitted together as her eyelids fluttered.
Luna writhed against his hand, her hips moving in a frenzy as she rode the waves of a powerful orgasm. Her juices gushed onto Matt's fingers, warm and slick, with each powerful contraction.
Their orgasm had rippled through their entire body, and Matt could feel the shuddering aftershocks as they came down from the high.
"Fuck, yes, Luna, that was amazing," he exclaimed, unable to contain his excitement at what he had just done.
Matt gasped for breath, watching his new form process the waves of pleasure rolling from the depths of their combined existence. A moment of breathtaking unity—a sensation Matt Porter had never experienced in all his thirty-seven years—radiated and embraced him within a newfound form, accompanied by a humbling realization that their bond couldn't be fragile any longer.
A bead of sweat slid languidly down Luna's chest, washing over her navel and disappearing between her thighs.