Chapter 121. The First Time I See A Bunny Girl’s Chest... And They Were Inverted**

Chapter 121: 121. The First Time I See A Bunny Girl’s Chest... And They Were Inverted**

She said nothing. She just gripped my shoulders and cried out my name again, and her body shook with a pleasure so intense it looked like pain, and her ears... oh, her ears... they were doing something I’d never seen before.

They were drooping, slowly, like silk ribbons caught in rain, and her eyes were closed, her face was wet with tears, and her mouth was open, and she was breathing like she’d been running for miles and she’d finally, finally, found a place to stop.

And I was there... I was right there. Holding her.

"I’m here," I whispered. "I’m right here."

She didn’t answer. She just pressed her forehead against mine and cried... I felt a soft, quiet sob that shook her whole body, and I held her.

I held her, and I didn’t move... yup, I didn’t breathe, and I just let the night and the stars and the silence of the cave wrap around us like a blanket.

Then she spoke.

"That," she said, and her voice was raw and wrecked, "was... a lot... even though it’s not the raw thing."

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

"I know."

"You said..." She swallowed. "You said you’d never been gentle with anyone before... so Laura and Alicia count."

"I haven’t... Alicia and Laura were totally dominated by me."

"You were... you weren’t gentle."

"No."

"And?"

I tilted my head with a confused look. "And?"

She opened her eyes. They were red-rimmed and wet and glowing in the dark, and she smiled at me... that smile, the one that made my chest ache and my heart stop and the whole world fall away.

"And," she said, "I’ve never felt anything like it."

I kissed her again. Softly this time, and yes... gently too.

And she kissed me back, and her ears twitched against my cheek, and I could feel her heart beating against mine, fast and wild and alive.

And I knew that whatever this was, whatever had just happened between us in this cave under the stars... it was real.

It was real and it was beautiful... and it was ours and it was never, never going to be the same again.

Because she’d told me once before.

She’d said, "I fell in love because you taught me how to fall."

And tonight, in this cave, in the dark, with the stars above us and the silence around us and the echo of her voice still ringing in the air.

I’d taught her how to fall.

And she’d caught me.

The kiss started slow now. That’s how it always does, doesn’t it?

Like two people standing on opposite sides of a river, testing the water with their toes before committing to the swim.

I pressed my lips to hers and felt her breath catch, felt her ears shoot straight up, and felt her hands come up to rest on my chest like she was bracing herself for something.

But then she leaned in.

And that’s when everything changed.

Her lips were soft, impossibly soft, but there was something else to them too, something I couldn’t put into words.

Her tongue was warm and slightly sweet, and her saliva had this almost honeyed quality to it that I’d never experienced before.

It was different from Alicia’s... hers was always a little salty, like she’d been crying or sweating.

It was different from Laura’s too, which always had this faintly metallic tang to it, like iron and copper and something else I couldn’t name.

Eveline’s mouth, though... it was something entirely new. Hate to say it, but... it tasted something better.

I knew it the second our tongues met. And I knew it the moment she opened her mouth to me and let me in.

And I couldn’t stop.

She couldn’t stop either.

We kissed for five minutes.

Then ten.

The cave was dark, the stars were bright, and time didn’t exist anymore.

There was only the taste of her, the warmth of her breath, the way her lips moved against mine like they were trying to memorize every ridge, every curve, every tiny detail of what it meant to kiss her.

Her tongue explored mine with a curiosity that was almost innocent, almost hungry, and I found myself responding to it with a desperation I didn’t know I had.

"Mmmnh..." She made a sound against my mouth, something low and warm and sweet, and it nearly undid me right then and there.

Her ears were doing that vibrating thing again, and I could feel them brushing against my forehead, against my temple, against my cheek, and every little movement sent a new wave of sensation through me.

Her hands had moved from my chest to my neck, her fingers curling into my hair, pulling me closer, and I was already as close as two people could possibly be.

When we finally broke apart, both of us were panting, our lips swollen and glistening, and I looked down at her and saw her eyes.

They were full of hearts.

Not literal hearts, obviously, but the expression on her face, the look in those amber eyes, it was like someone had taken the word "love" and written it in light across her entire being.

She looked at me like I was the sun, like I was the moon as well... and maybe like I was everything she’d ever wanted and more.

It hit me so hard in the chest that I thought... I might actually die.

"You’re..." I started, but the words wouldn’t come.

"You’re what?" she whispered, her voice wrecked and breathless.

"You’re so beautiful," I managed.

She smiled... that smile again, and her ears drooped in a way that made her look almost bashful, almost shy, and then she said, in the softest voice I’d ever heard, "Take them off. Please."

"What?"

"Undress me... Undress yourself."

"I want to see you... and I want to feel you." She reached for the buttons of her jacket, her fingers trembling, and I reached down and helped her.

The jacket came off first. Then the blouse.

And then the bra.

I’d seen Eveline in her uniform a hundred times. I’d seen her in the bath at the camp.

I’d seen her in her undergarments when she was changing in the stables. But I’d never seen her like this.

Her breasts were massive. I mean like TOTALLY massive.

They were heavy and soft and pale, and the areolae were wide and dark and beautiful, and her nipples were inverted, tucked inward like little secret wishes.

I stared at them for a long, stupid moment, and I could feel the blood rushing south and felt my cock twitch and pulse and ache with a ferocity that was almost painful.

"What?" she asked, and she was blushing again, her ears folding flat against her head. "Is something wrong?"

"No," I said, and my voice sounded like it had been dragged over gravel. "Nothing’s wrong."

"I just... I didn’t expect..."

"What? That they’d be big?" She laughed, a little breathy, a little nervous. "I know, I know, I’m not exactly the most aerodynamic bunny girl you’ve ever met."

"Don’t say that... You’re perfect," I said, and I meant it.

I reached out and touched her. Just one finger, at first, and I let it rest on the tip of her left nipple, and I felt it react to my touch—not by hardening, but by pulling inward and deepening, and I could feel the texture of it against my fingertip.

The way the skin was so thin and delicate and sensitive that even the lightest touch made her whole body shudder.

"Oh," she said, and it was a small sound, almost a whimper. "Oh, that’s... that’s really..."

"What?" I asked, and I was already moving my hand to the other one, my palm cupping the weight of her breast, feeling it settle into my hand like it was meant to be there.

"That’s really different," she said, and her voice was shaking. "I’ve never... nobody’s ever touched them like that before."

"They’re so... sensitive... I didn’t know."

"I didn’t either," I admitted.

I started to explore them. And I started to learn them.

My thumbs traced circles around her areolae, and my fingers kneaded the soft, heavy flesh, and I watched...

I watched the way her breasts moved and swayed and shifted under my hands, the way the skin flushed pink where I touched her, the way her nipples pulled and puckered and retreated and reappeared in response to the pressure.

"Nnnngh..."

She was making sounds now, soft little whimpers that built and built and built, and her ears were doing that vibrating thing again, and her whole body was trembling.

Her bunny tail was twitching, and I could feel her breathing getting faster and shallower, and I knew she was getting closer to something.

"Do you like that?" I asked, and I was already moving my hands lower, my thumbs brushing against the underside of her breasts, feeling the weight of them, and feeling the way the skin was so soft it was almost like silk.

"Yes," she said, and it came out as more of a moan than a word. "Yes, please, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop—"

Like hell I would... I didn’t stop.

I moved to her bra and unhooked it, and the two breasts spilled free of it like they’d been waiting for that moment their entire lives, and they were so big, so heavy, so soft, and I caught both of them in my hands.

I couldn’t stop staring at them... couldn’t stop feeling them, and couldn’t stop marveling at the way they felt against my palms. Ah shit... the way they wobbled and bounced and shifted with every movement of my hands.

"They’re so big," I muttered, and I wasn’t being subtle about it.

"You think so?" She asked, and her voice was a mix of embarrassment and pride, and her ears were standing straight up now, and she was looking at me with those amber eyes that were still full of hearts, still full of everything.

"I know so," I said.

"Then... I’m happy... it’s for Roland only..."