Lunation of Fate

“So what’s your plan, Chastine? And why are you suddenly so snobbish with our pilot?” Juste asked his girlfriend with utmost curiosity in his eyes.

Chastine wished to tell her beloved about it, but it might spoil all the fun. She merely winked at Juste and said, “sorry, can’t blurt it out to you. But you will know soon…”

“Besides, even though I already halved the cost of our flight, I still think she’s charging us way more than the standard rate.”

“Money’s not an issue, Chas, as long as I’m around.”

“It’s not about that, Juste. We should be practical with money matters. And why are you calling me ‘Chas’ suddenly? Only Maxill calls me by that name.”

“Heh, it sounds cute enough, and there’s this feeling of closeness to it.”

“It’s fine by me, but Maxill might get a little bit jelly about it.”

“Oh, yeah, about Maxill, how did you convince him to agree with your plan? After all, I can see our pilot to be head over heels about him.” Juste sneered. He was quite amused how his girlfriend managed to persuade the finicky bloodhunt.

“Hahaha, you know sometimes, you deserve a reward for your bluntness.”

Juste placed his hand around the crook of Chastine’s waist. He pulled her in, touching his body, and looked into her twinkling eyes. “Can I get my reward tonight?”

Chastine was surprised at Juste’s sudden assertiveness. She was aware they’re going to share one bed that night. She was getting in the mood for some fun and lovin’.

She smiled at Juste, biting her lower lip, as her retort to his invitation.

Meanwhile, in the background, Maxill and Bunny had a thing going on for them as well. Though it was more of an avoidance tactic on the bloodhunt’s part.

“Eeek. Bunny, stay away from me!” Maxill’s arms were extended and he was waving it in front of the smitten pilot.

“I was just trying to rid of that food near your mouth.”

“With your tongue!?”

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“Only cheesecake’s the sweet food allowed to enter my mouth!”

“But we had a thing.”

“I was heavily drunk that time. If it weren’t for my conscious drinking, the thing we did would pass as rape.”

“Hah, so you admit to the fact that we really had a thing.”

“D*mn this woman. I was only trying to avoid that word.”

“You mean we had passionate s*x?” Bunny’s smile were evident from ear to ear.

“Eeep!” Maxill couldn’t believe he really did it with the smitten pilot, deep penetration and all.

Juste and Chastine overheard Bunny’s words. After all, hearing the ‘s’ word is far too arousing even if it is heard faintly.

“Maxill, you what?” Juste had a grin on his face that appears like a taunt and a shame combined. He knew the bloodhunt was too gay to even touch a woman’s bosom out of urges, as he prefers p*nises for his sexual satisfaction.

“Shut up, Juste.”

Juste couldn’t hold back his taunting. “Don’t worry, our dear pilot, you might get laid again tonight. After all, it’s one bed for you two.”

“Hah, in your wildest dreams!” Maxill replied out of spite.

—

That night, Maxill just took a shower. Only a small towel was wrapped around his lower torso. One can not unsee the big bulge in the middle of it. Maxill’s was quite large, maybe because of his height, or maybe he was just gifted to have one.

Bunny prepared her sexiest night gown. It was very revealing-her lady bits can be seen whenever she slightly bend forward. She was also only wearing a g-string, the pair that came with her lacy babydoll night dress.

The smitten pilot was already lying on the bed, posing provocatively so that Maxill could be turned on at the slightest arousing view. But the tall bloodhunt’s big beast wasn’t even getting a hard on. It knew too well what it wants.

Bunny started to make her move. She started the conversation in the four corners of the heavily perfumed room.

“So, Maxill, I’ve heard from Chastine that you sleep naked nowadays.”

Maxill was quite dismissive about his bestfriend’s plan. In his mind, he feels like he was betraying his own self. But yet, there he was, playing along with Bunny’s provocation.

“Quite. It’s getting hot in here.” But in Maxill’s mind, his thoughts were wrestling with his words.

Bunny stood up from her position. She went near Maxill and started to caress his shoulder then down his arm. It was a good thing Maxill kept his control and didn’t flinch.

“Do you want to get hotter?”

His mind started laughing because he knew too well he can’t be bothered with this kind of heat, but he held his sneer and managed to convert it to a sexually aroused smirk.

Maxill wanted it to end soon so he quickly dove in into their plan, “Well, Bunny, no time to waste.”

He dramatically removed the towel wrapping his lower torso. Bunny’s eyes were wide with longing and surprise.

And that had been a long night for Maxill and Bunny.

—

“You!” Bunny slammed her palm onto the table where Chastine and Juste were situated. The pretty witborn was quite startled but she automatically slightly smiled because she knew what the angry pilot was talking about. “Double-crosser!”

“You knew it too, right?” was Chastine’s short, simple, and meaningful retort.

The mad pilot stormed out of the room to let her head cool for a bit. “Argh!”

“What’s happening? Is it about last night?” was Juste’s ignorant query.

“Yup.”

Maxill finally went out of his and Bunny’s room, still all naked and groggy.

“Oh? So you slept in your bat form.”

“The whole night, Juste. The whole night.”

“And this was Chastine’s plan? Hmmm, clever.”

“Well, what do you expect from Chastine. She must’ve a brain as large as a dolphin’s.” Maxill went to the bathroom to shapeshift and suit up. Then he went out and sat next to the couple.

“Pass me some coffee…”

Chastine placed a cup in front of Maxill and poured a strong black into the cup. The groggy bloodhunt downed it in one chug and returned the cup to the table.

“This, however, is a one-trick pony, Chas. I cannot turn bat form this night. She’ll go ballistic and she’ll come up with her own little schemes.”

Maxill sighed. “Besides, she looked so lonely that night. Must’ve been years since she got the thrill she wants.”

Chastine felt a little guilty at what she pulled off. “What do you want to do, Maxill? Do you want to give her what she wants?”

“Even if she’s that annoying, I still consider her an acquaintance. We did have fun moments, well, before that thing happened.”

Maxill was brewing a plan of his own, this time, out of respect for his and Bunny’s friendly relationship.

“Might as well fix our friendship.”

“Aww, how sweet…” was Chastine’s comment about Maxill’s resolve.

“I just hope she’d appreciate it.”

So Maxill started to make his move.