Sex Story of Lune and Maelle Hentai, From Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 Hentai by Xuneai
The battle had ended, but its echoes lingered in the shattered landscape around them. The once-lush forest clearing was now a graveyard of splintered trees and churned earth, the air heavy with the acrid tang of blood and smoke. Lune stood amidst the wreckage, her tall frame silhouetted against the fading light. Her dark hair was matted with sweat and dirt, clinging to her bruised cheek where a jagged cut marred her otherwise striking features. Her armor, dented and streaked with grime, hung heavy on her shoulders, but she bore it with the quiet strength that defined her. She wiped her blade clean, her breath still ragged from the fight.
Nearby, Maelle slumped against a fallen log, her youthful face streaked with mud and exhaustion. At 18, she was the newest recruit to Expedition 33, her red hair a wild tangle framing her flushed cheeks. Her tunic was torn across one shoulder, exposing a pale sliver of skin marked by a fresh bruise, and a shallow gash wept blood along her ribs. She pressed a trembling hand to the wound, wincing as she shifted, her green eyes darting toward Lune with a mix of awe and fatigue.
“You holding up?” Lune’s voice cut through the stillness, low and rough, softened by a flicker of concern. She sheathed her sword and crossed the distance between them, her boots crunching over broken twigs.
Maelle managed a weak nod, her breath hitching. “It’s nothing serious. Just stings a little.”
Lune crouched beside her, her sharp gaze assessing the younger woman. Maelle’s innocence had always drawn her in—those wide eyes, that stubborn spark—but now, in the raw aftermath of battle, something deeper stirred. The adrenaline still hummed in Lune’s veins, sharpening her senses, and the sight of Maelle, bruised and vulnerable yet unbroken, ignited a heat she’d long suppressed.
“Let me take a look,” Lune said, her tone gentler now. She reached into her pack for a scrap of cloth, her fingers brushing Maelle’s side as she lifted the torn fabric. The cut wasn’t deep, but it needed attention. Lune dabbed at it, her touch steady yet lingering, and Maelle shivered beneath her hands.
“You don’t have to—” Maelle started, but her words faltered as Lune’s fingers grazed her skin again, sending a jolt through her. She bit her lip, her pulse quickening.
“You’re hurt,” Lune murmured, her eyes locking with Maelle’s. “And you’re too damn brave for your own good.” Her voice dropped, rough with something unspoken. “You don’t always have to prove yourself, you know.”
Maelle swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing beneath the dirt. She’d idolized Lune since joining Expedition 33 Hentai—her strength, her grace, the quiet intensity that made her a legend. But this closeness, this moment, felt different. “I just… I want to be strong like you,” she whispered, barely audible.
Lune’s hand paused, hovering over Maelle’s skin. Her breath caught, a storm of desire flashing in her dark eyes. “You’re already more than enough,” she said, her voice thick. Her fingers slid up Maelle’s arm, tracing the curve of her shoulder, and Maelle’s eyes fluttered shut, a soft gasp escaping her lips.
The air between them thickened, charged with a tension that had been building for weeks—months, maybe. Lune leaned closer, her lips brushing Maelle’s ear, her breath hot and unsteady. “Tell me to stop,” she whispered, a plea wrapped in a challenge. “Tell me you don’t feel this too.” Lune Hentai.
Maelle’s eyes snapped open, wide and searching. Her heart hammered against her ribs, her body trembling with a mix of fear and want. “I can’t,” she breathed, her voice breaking. “I don’t want you to stop.” Maelle Hentai.
That was all Lune needed. She surged forward, capturing Maelle’s lips in a kiss that was fierce and desperate, tasting of salt and earth. Maelle melted into it, her hands clutching at Lune’s armor as their tongues met, hungry and unyielding. The world—the battle, the mission, the danger—fell away, leaving only the heat of their bodies pressed together.
They parted, gasping, their foreheads resting against each other. Lune’s hands roamed over Maelle’s frame, mapping the dips and curves beneath her torn clothes. “I’ve wanted you for so fucking long,” Lune confessed, her voice raw, her fingers digging into Maelle’s hips.
Maelle’s breath hitched, her own hands fumbling with the straps of Lune’s armor. “Me too,” she admitted, her voice shaking with need. “Please, Lune…”
Together, they shed Lune’s armor, the heavy plates clattering to the ground. Beneath, Lune wore a sweat-soaked tunic and trousers, her body lean and powerful. Maelle tugged at the fabric, her fingers clumsy with urgency, until Lune stood bare before her. Her tits were firm, nipples hardened by the cool air, but it was what lay lower that stole Maelle’s breath. Between Lune’s legs, rising from the dark curls above her pussy, was a thick, erect dick—proud and glistening with arousal.
Maelle froze, her mouth dry, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and fascination. “Lune… you’re—”
“A futanari,” Lune finished, her voice steady but her eyes vulnerable. She stood still, letting Maelle take her in. “Does it change anything?”
Maelle shook her head, her gaze fixed on Lune’s cock. It was beautiful—hard and veined, the head slick with pre-cum. “No,” she whispered, reaching out. “It’s perfect.”
Her fingers wrapped around Lune’s dick, tentative at first, then bolder as she felt its heat, its weight. Lune groaned, her hips twitching as Maelle stroked her, marveling at the softness of the skin over the rigid core. “Fuck, Maelle,” Lune rasped, her hands threading through Maelle’s hair. “That’s so good.”
Emboldened, Maelle leaned in, her lips brushing the tip. She tasted the salty tang of Lune’s arousal, her tongue swirling around the head before taking it into her mouth. Lune’s moans grew louder, her grip tightening as Maelle sucked, her inexperience giving way to instinct. She took more, her throat relaxing as Lune’s dick slid deeper, filling her with a strange, thrilling fullness.
But Lune wanted more—needed it. With a gentle tug, she pulled Maelle back, her cock slipping free with a wet sound. “Turn around,” she said, her voice a low growl of desire.
Maelle obeyed, her heart pounding as she sank to her hands and knees on the dirt-strewn ground. Her torn tunic rode up, exposing her ass, the pale skin smudged with grime and marked by faint bruises from the fight. She felt exposed, her pussy aching with need, but it was the vulnerability that made her tremble.
Lune knelt behind her, her hands caressing Maelle’s hips, smoothing over the bruises with a tenderness that belied her hunger. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” she murmured, her fingers dipping between Maelle’s thighs. She found her pussy soaked, the folds slick and swollen, and teased her clit until Maelle whimpered, her body arching back.
But Lune had other plans. Her fingers slid back, brushing the tight ring of Maelle’s asshole. Maelle tensed, a jolt of nerves mixing with her arousal. “Lune—”
“Trust me,” Lune soothed, her voice soft but firm. “I’ll take care of you.”
Maelle nodded, her breath shallow as Lune coated her fingers in the wetness from Maelle’s pussy. She pressed one finger against Maelle’s asshole, slow and careful, slipping past the resistance with a gentle push. Maelle gasped, the sensation foreign but not painful, a strange pressure that made her squirm.
Lune worked her open, adding a second finger, stretching her with patience. “Relax,” she whispered, her free hand stroking Maelle’s back. “You’re doing so well.”
When Maelle’s moans turned needy, her body adjusting to the intrusion, Lune withdrew her fingers. She aligned her cock, the tip nudging Maelle’s asshole, and pressed forward. The breach was slow, deliberate, the tight heat enveloping Lune’s dick inch by inch. Maelle cried out, a sharp mix of pain and pleasure, her hands clawing at the dirt.
Lune paused, fully inside, her hips flush against Maelle’s ass. “You okay?” she asked, her voice strained with the effort to hold still.
Maelle nodded, panting. “Yes… keep going.”
Lune began to move, her thrusts shallow at first, letting Maelle adjust to the fullness. The pain ebbed, replaced by a deep, pulsing pleasure that made Maelle’s toes curl. Lune’s pace quickened, her dick sliding in and out with growing urgency, the sound of their bodies colliding raw and primal.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Lune groaned, her hands gripping Maelle’s hips hard enough to leave marks. She reached around, her fingers finding Maelle’s clit again, rubbing in tight circles.
Maelle’s moans grew desperate, her body rocking back to meet Lune’s thrusts. “Lune… I’m so close…”
“Let go,” Lune urged, her own climax building. “Come with me.”
With a cry, Maelle shattered, her asshole clenching around Lune’s dick as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Her pussy spasmed, untouched but dripping, and the intensity tipped Lune over the edge. She thrust deep, her cock pulsing as she came, filling Maelle with hot spurts of cum.
They collapsed together, breathless and tangled, the dirt cool against their overheated skin. Lune pulled Maelle close, her arms wrapping around her as their racing hearts slowed. The world beyond—the mission, the war—loomed on the horizon, but for now, they had this.
Lune pressed a kiss to Maelle’s temple, tasting salt and earth. “We’ll face tomorrow together,” she murmured.
Maelle smiled, her body still humming with aftershocks. “Always.”
