The early morning light filtered softly through the windows of Anissa's apartment, casting a golden glow across the room. She stood by the window, her toned frame illuminated by the soft rays as she prepared for her workout. Clad in a snug crop top that hugged her sculpted torso and a pair of shorts that barely contained her futa cock, she could feel the fabric strain, her body pulsing with anticipation. Today, she was determined to push herself harder than ever, to channel her frustrations into the one thing she knew best—physical exertion.
With a steadying breath, Anissa approached her weights. The familiar clink of metal filled the room as she gripped the bar, easily lifting several tons. Sweat began to bead on her skin as she moved through her sets, each lift reminding her of her unshakable strength. Muscles flexed and strained under the tension, the powerful rhythm of her body driving away any lingering doubts.
But as the minutes passed and her muscles burned, a different kind of tension began to build within her. She paused, a faint heat spreading from her core, and without thinking, she freed her cock from its tight confinement. It sprang free, heavy and thick, pulsing with need as she stared at it for a moment, caught between discipline and desire.
In a sudden act of daring, she looped her cock through the handle of a kettlebell, lifting it effortlessly, feeling the weight tug against her length. The sensation was a mix of pleasure and discomfort, her cock thickening as she flexed, the veins bulging with each pull. She gritted her teeth, the strain sending jolts of sensation through her body with each rep.
"Who am I even doing this for?" she muttered under her breath, her voice low with frustration. The question hung in the air, heavy and unanswered. Was she training to impress anyone, or was it simply to distract herself from the growing emptiness inside? She glanced down at her cock, throbbing with unresolved desire, and let out a slow, steadying breath.
Anissa finished her set, her sweat dripping onto the floor beneath her. She was strong—undeniably so—but there was an isolation that came with that strength. She was fast, one of the best among the Viltrumites, but her differences set her apart. A futa among female warriors—what would they think if they knew? Would they admire her, or would they recoil in disgust?
The weight of that thought crashed into her, and in a fit of frustration, Anissa slammed her fist into her bed frame. The wood groaned under the force, the frame threatening to collapse. "Great," she muttered, her voice laced with irritation, "another one I'll have to replace."
A sharp knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. She quickly stuffed herself back into her shorts, though her cock remained painfully hard, straining against the fabric. Grabbing a towel, she wrapped it loosely around her waist, hoping it would be enough to hide the obvious bulge, and moved to answer the door.
Standing there was Lira, effortlessly holding a brand-new mattress under one arm as if it weighed nothing. Her face was bright with a smile, her presence filling the space with warmth. "Hey! I brought you your new mattress," she said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. "Saw the delivery drone drop it off and figured I'd help out."
Anissa blinked, her mind scrambling to catch up. Lira's sudden presence, combined with her still-aching arousal, sent a wave of heat rushing through her. "Uh, thanks," she stammered, tugging the towel tighter around her waist.
Lira set the mattress down and cast a teasing glance at the broken bed frame. "What happened? Did you have male company over?" she asked, her voice dripping with playful curiosity.
Anissa felt her cheeks flush, her mind racing as her cock twitched against her will. "No… just, uh, working out," she managed to say, her voice betraying her internal struggle.
"You should've bought the deluxe model," Lira replied, laughing lightly. "It's built to handle Viltrumite strength better." She shot Anissa a playful wink. "I mean, look at you—you lift like a pro."
At Lira's words, Anissa's cock throbbed painfully beneath her towel, and her balls tightened with the pressure of her unresolved desires. She tried to maintain her composure, but the sight of Lira bending down to move the old mattress was almost too much. Her loincloth shifted, revealing the bare curve of her ass, and Anissa's breath caught in her throat. She felt her heart race, her thoughts clouded by the overwhelming temptation to take Lira right there.
'Is she not wearing any undergarments?' The thought sent a fresh surge of heat coursing through Anissa, her mind filled with images of her pushing Lira onto the new mattress, testing its durability with the force of their bodies. Her muscles tensed, the primal need to claim her stirring dangerously beneath the surface.
But she held back, barely. She had to—Lira was her friend, and Anissa wasn't sure how she'd react if she let her desires take control. Instead, she struggled to maintain her cool, though her cock leaked pre-cum beneath the towel, the throbbing pain becoming nearly unbearable.
"Anissa?" Lira's voice broke through her haze of lust. She looked up, noticing the way Anissa's body seemed unusually tense. "You're really pushing yourself lately. It's admirable. You're shaping the future of Viltrum—you've become a symbol of strength."
Anissa forced a smile, though every nerve in her body screamed for release. She shifted, hoping Lira wouldn't notice the dampness spreading across the towel or the bulge that pressed insistently against it. "Thanks," she replied, trying to sound casual as she reached for a glass of water. Her fingers trembled slightly as she handed it to Lira, their hands brushing briefly.
Lira's touch sent a spark through her, and Anissa's control slipped even further. "I could hear you earlier," Lira continued, stepping closer. "That workout must've been intense."
"Yeah, you could say that," Anissa muttered, her voice strained as she fought to keep her composure.
Lira leaned in, her breasts lightly brushing against Anissa's arm. The contact sent a jolt of desire straight to Anissa's core, her cock twitching painfully. She clenched her fists, every muscle in her body coiled tight, ready to snap.
But before Anissa could lose herself, Lira pulled back, her teasing demeanour fading. "You're kind of a celebrity in the academy now, you know? Everyone's talking about you. It must be a lot to handle," she said with a warm smile, stepping back toward the door.
Anissa could only nod, her mind a blur. Lira's departure left a trail of heat in the air, and as she watched her friend's hips sway with each step, the ache in her body reached its peak.
The door clicked shut, and Anissa collapsed onto the floor, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her cock pulsed, her balls tightening painfully with the need for release. The second Lira was gone, her pent-up desire surged forward, making it clear—she needed relief, and she needed it soon.
As the weekend approached, Anissa knew there would be new challenges to face. But in that moment, all she could think about was finding a way to ease the unbearable tension that gripped her body.
'That fucking tease!'
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