NOVEL NEXT Chapter 129: Butt Homing Arrows
Even though the night had long since given way to morning, sunlight now streaming through the open window—
—Luca and Luna still hadn't stopped.
They'd done everything except actual penetration.
Luca had pumped thick ropes of cum across her back again and again, licked and sucked every inch of her until she was trembling and dripping, kissed her until their lips were swollen, squeezed and worshipped her heavy breasts until her nipples were dark and sensitive, tasted every part of her body he could reach.
And yet neither of them had any intention of stopping, which was obvious with how they were still active in the morning.
Right now, Luca was propped up on the bed looking blissed-out and drowsy, while Lulu—completely naked—crouched between his spread thighs.
Her big, juicy breasts hung heavy and full beneath her, swaying gently with every movement; her round ass stuck up in the air behind her, cheeks parted just enough to show the glistening cleft between them.
She had both hands wrapped around the base of his still-hard cock, treating the thick, veined shaft like the world's most delicious popsicle.
She couldn't quite fit the head fully into her mouth yet, so instead she was licking it all over with long, eager swipes of her tongue.
Up one side, down the other, circling the sensitive underside, lapping at the slit whenever another bead of precum welled up.
Every few licks she'd pull back, look up at him with those big, adoring blue eyes and and ask in the sweetest, most earnest voice:
"Am I doing good, Luca? Am I doing a good job? Should I lick harder...or softer?"
Luca's heart melted every single time.
He reached down, gently patting her head—fingers threading through her soft hair.
"You're doing an amazing job, Lulu. Absolutely fabulous. Just keep going exactly like that."
Her whole face lit up with happiness.
She let out a delighted little squeak, wiggled her ass back and forth in pure joy, and dove right back in—licking even more enthusiastically, tongue swirling around the head like she was trying to savor every last drop.
While she did that, Luca let his head tip back against the wall, eyes half-lidded.
He felt...impossibly relaxed.
The kind of bone-deep contentment that made his eyelids heavy. He could honestly just drift off right now, maybe sleep straight through until afternoon.
With Lulu curled up against him, her soft, chubby body pressed to his side like the world's best blanket, he wouldn't even need covers.
Just hug her close, feel her warmth, her plush curves molding perfectly against him, and sink into the sweetest sleep of his life.
His eyes were just starting to close…
When suddenly—
"OH NO! THE ARROW! THE ARROW'S GOING UP!"
"IT'S HEADING TOWARD GUEST HOUSE—THAT'S THE HERO'S PLACE!"
Shouts from outside. Panicked voices. Footsteps running.
Luca's eyes snapped open.
Before he could even process what was happening—
An arrow whistled through the open bedroom window in a perfect, deadly arc.
It had been shot from somewhere far below, but the trajectory was flawless.
And it was shockingly aimed straight at Lulu's upturned ass—
—straight at her tiny, still-slightly-gaping asshole!
Luca's heart stopped.
A chicken bone entering her butt was one thing.
But an actual arrow?
That would be catastrophic.
Lulu had just started to turn her head, confused by the shouting—
—when Luca lunged forward.
Whoosh! Grab!
His hand shot out and closed around the shaft of the arrow just centimeters—literal centimeters—before the razor-sharp head could touch her pucker.
The force of it vibrated through his palm and if he'd been even half a second slower…
...it was a nightmare to even think about.
And while he was wondering if the arrows in the village had some sort of homing beacon towards Lulu's butt, Lulu froze.
She twisted fully around now, eyes huge as she stared at the arrow quivering in Luca's fist—so close the fletching nearly brushed her skin.
One more heartbeat and it would have pierced straight through.
She stared in trembling shock.
"…What the hell…?" Her voice cracked. "What the actual hell?!"
Then the shock flipped to pure outrage.
She whipped her head around fully, breasts jiggling wildly with the motion.
"What the HELL just happened?! Who in the world just shot that arrow?!"
She shook her hips in fury, making her ass cheeks clap together indignantly.
"I already got shot in the butt with an arrow once! And now someone's trying to do it AGAIN?! Do they have no shame?! NO SHAME AT ALL?!"
She slapped her own cheek for emphasis, sending ripples across the plush flesh.
"At least if you're gonna shoot me, aim somewhere else! Why does it always have to be my butt?! Do you want my other cheek pierced too?!"
She then spun toward Luca, who was still holding the arrow like it was a live snake and immediately launched herself at him.
She peppered frantic kisses all over his face—cheeks, nose, forehead, lips—mumbling between each one.
"Luca—thank you—thank you so much! Kiss!♡~"
"You saved me—you saved me from that horrible thing! Smooch!♡~ If you hadn't caught it—I would've had an arrow sticking out of my butt!"
"I'd be the laughingstock of the entire village—so thank you—thank you! Smooch!♡~"
She then pulled back just long enough to glare furiously toward the open window.
"Who the hell even shot that damn arrow?! It has to be some enemy of mine!"
"They knew they couldn't take down the great Lulu in a fair fight, so they used this underhanded technique! Attacking me while I'm in bed! It's a good thing you were here or they would've won!"
She puffed her chest out proudly.
"Now I just want to know who is this bastard that's out for me?! It has to be my worst enemy, my arch-nemesis!"
"Let me find that person and I'll slap them around until they apologize for what they did to my poor butt!"
Before Luca could respond—
Fast footsteps could be heard coming up the ladder to the treehouse.
Then a familiar, breathless voice—
"Oh my gods—I'm so sorry, Luca! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry for shooting that arrow—please—please forgive me!"
Both of them froze.
It was actually...Luna's voice!
Luca's eyes widened in disbelief.
Lulu's mouth fell open.
"…Luna…?"
Never would she have expected her arch-nemesis to be her own blood sister.
And while Lulu was wondering if her sister was trying to shoot her butt, since she was jealous of her nice bottom and wanted to ruin it—
—Luca realised that the footsteps reached the top and Luna would be here any instant and witness this entire scene.
And even though he didn't really care, he knew that Lulu would die of shame, so he reacted instantly.
"Lulu—hide! Hide somewhere—now!"
But the bedroom was small. No closet. No real cover.
And the footsteps were already at the door.
So, with no other choice, Luca grabbed Lulu by the hips, pulled her down so she was crouched low between his legs again—ass arched up toward him—then yanked the white bedsheet over her entire body like a makeshift tent.
Her head ended up right in his lap again, face inches from his cock; her ass stuck out beneath the blanket's edge, but at least the rest of her was hidden.
And just then—the door burst open.
Luna stumbled in—sweaty, flushed, bow still clutched in one hand, face the picture of guilt and panic.
"I'm so sorry, Luca—I'm so sorry!" She panted. "I was practicing bow-and-arrow with the other girls down below and I slipped on a rock just like Lulu did that one time and my shot went wild!"
"All my other arrows were weak today, but this one—it flew super high and strong and somehow curved right toward your treehouse!"
"I hope you're okay! I hope I didn't hit you or anything!"
"I'd never forgive myself if I hurt you—"
She finally focused on the room.
And froze.
Luca was sitting propped against the headboard with an awkward half-smile on his face.
And right beside him, under the sheet was a very obvious, very round shape: two plush ass cheeks peeking out from beneath the blanket's hem, arched high, completely bare.