Elana Hunted
Copyright© 2026 by Francis Penny
Chapter 1
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Elana's former victims, two pair of futanari sisters, reunite to find Elana and reclaim their lives.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Hermaphrodite Fiction Futanari Incest Sister Anal Sex Facial Pregnancy Spitting Tit-Fucking Small Breasts
Lucy, with her black silk robe cinched at the waist, was a vision of pale skin and sharp angles, her body thin and wiry. She was horny, and she didn’t give a fuck who knew it. Her nipples were hard, pressing against the silk, begging to be freed. She paced around her sister’s apartment, her bare feet sinking into the plush carpet, leaving faint imprints that disappeared as quickly as they appeared. Her mind was a whirlwind of images, each one more explicit than the last. She could feel the dampness between her thighs, her pussy aching with a need that was becoming impossible to ignore. “Fuck it,” she muttered, her voice echoing in the empty bedroom she shared with her sibling. “I can’t wait for Desiree any longer.”
She flopped down on her bed, her body sinking into the mattress. She spread her legs, her fingers finding their way to her pussy. She was wet, her fingers sliding in easily. She moaned, her hips bucking as she began to fuck herself with her fingers. She was rough, her nails digging into her flesh, her body writhing as she chased her orgasm.
Lucy’s fingers paused mid-thrust as she heard the familiar hum of Desiree’s car pulling into the driveway. She listened as the engine cut off and the door slammed shut. She could hear Desiree approaching. Lucy quickly pulled her fingers out, her body protesting at the sudden loss. She sat up, her heart pounding in her chest, her pussy throbbing with unspent desire. She could hear Desiree’s key turning in the lock, the door creaking open. “Lucy,” Desiree called out, her voice echoing through the house. “I’m home.”
Lucy took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She stood up, her robe falling open, revealing her naked body. She could hear Desiree’s heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Desiree appeared in the doorway, her black curly hair a wild mane around her shoulders. She was dressed in a tight black dress, her lean and muscular body on full display. She took one look at Lucy, her eyes narrowing as she took in her disheveled state. “What have you been up to, little sister?” she asked, a smirk playing on her lips.
“Waiting for you.” Lucy replied. “I stared without you.”
Desiree’s smirk widened, her eyes gleaming with lust. “Well, I’m here now,” she said. She took a step closer to Lucy, her hands reaching out to grip the lapels of Lucy’s robe. With a swift tug, she pulled Lucy’s robe open, exposing her naked body. Lucy gasped, her nipples hardening even more under Desiree’s intense gaze.
Desiree let out a tiger-like growl, her hands reaching out to cup Lucy’s breasts. She squeezed them, her thumbs pinching Lucy’s nipples. Lucy moaned, her head falling back, her hair cascading down her back. Desiree took advantage of Lucy’s exposed neck, leaning in to nip and suck at the sensitive skin. Lucy’s moans grew louder, her body writhing as Desiree’s hands and mouth worked in tandem to drive her wild.
Lucy, unable to just take the pleasure, reached out to touch Desiree. She slid her hands up Desiree’s thighs, feeling the smooth fabric of her dress. She could feel Desiree’s heat through the material, and it spurred her on. She reached the hem of Desiree’s dress and slid her hands underneath, feeling Desiree’s bare skin.
Desiree gasped, her hips jerking forward at Lucy’s touch. She stepped back, breaking contact with Lucy. Lucy’s eyes flew open, a protest on her lips, but Desiree just smiled. “Not so fast, little sister,” she said, her voice husky. “I want to enjoy this.”
She reached behind her back and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of black fabric. She stood before Lucy in a black lace bra and thong, her lean muscles taut, her skin glowing. Lucy’s mouth went dry at the sight, her pussy throbbing with need.
Desiree stepped closer, her hands going to Lucy’s hips. She pulled Lucy against her, their bodies pressing together, breast to breast, thigh to thigh. Lucy could feel Desiree’s hard cock pressing against her, and she moaned, her hips grinding against Desiree’s.
Desiree chuckled. “Eager, aren’t you?” she said, her hands sliding down to cup Lucy’s ass. She squeezed, her fingers digging into the soft flesh, pulling Lucy even closer. “But Desiree,” Lucy gasped, placing her hands on Desiree’s chest, “we can’t. Not like this. Not without protection.” Desiree paused, her eyes searching Lucy’s face. “I could get pregnant,” she said, “just like you are.”
Desiree’s eyes widened in realization. She had been so caught up in the moment, in the feel of Lucy’s body against hers, that she had forgotten the most basic precaution. She stepped back, her hands falling away from Lucy’s body. “Fuck,” she muttered, running a hand through her wild hair. “I’m sorry, Lucy. I forgot again.”
Lucy smiled softly, her eyes filled with understanding. “It’s okay, Desiree. I want you, more than anything. But we have to be careful, for both our sakes.”
Desiree touched her belly. Their fetus was 3 months old. It should have been a beautiful thing, but neither sister had sought out to make a child with their own sibling. Desiree had become pregnant during the time when they had been captives of Elana, a sadistic futa who had driven their sexual appetittes into a frenzy.
Desiree, her breath ragged, nodded. “You’re right, Lucy. I’m sorry.” She paused, then a wicked grin spread across her face. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun, does it?” Before Lucy could respond, Desiree spun her around, pushing her down onto the bed. Lucy gasped, her hands grasping at the sheets as Desiree flipped her onto her hands and knees.
Desiree’s hands were on Lucy’s ass, squeezing the firm flesh, spreading her cheeks. Lucy could feel Desiree’s breath on her, hot and heavy. She moaned, her pussy throbbing with anticipation. “Desiree, please,” she begged.
Desiree’s fingers trailed down Lucy’s crack, finding her tight hole. She circled it, pressing lightly, making Lucy squirm. “Please what, little sister?” she teased, her voice laced with lust.
“Fucking give it to me,” Lucy moaned, her hips pushing back, seeking more contact. Desiree obliged, spitting on her fingers and using it to slick up Lucy’s hole. She pressed one finger inside, then two, stretching Lucy, preparing her.
Lucy moaned, her body pushing back against Desiree’s fingers, wanting more. Desiree could feel Lucy’s need, her own desire mirroring it. She pulled her fingers out, making Lucy whimper in protest. But then she was there, her cock pressing against Lucy’s hole, replacing her fingers.
Lucy’s body braced for a moment before relaxing, opening up for Desiree. Desiree pushed in slowly, her eyes locked on the sight of her cock disappearing into Lucy’s ass. She could feel every inch, every ridge, every pulse of Lucy’s body. It was exquisite, and she hadn’t even started moving yet. Once she was fully seated, Desiree paused, giving Lucy time to adjust. Lucy’s body was trembling, her breath coming in short gasps. “Desiree,” she whimpered, “please, move.”
Desiree smiled, her right hand gripping Lucy’s hips, while her left shoved her dirty ass-flavored fingers into Lucy’s mouth. Lucy sucked and slurped on the digits while Desiree pulled her cock out slowly, then pushed back in, setting a slow, sensual rhythm. She wanted to draw this out, to make Lucy feel every inch of her, to make her beg for more.
Lucy’s moans filled the room, her body moving in time with Desiree’s. Desiree’s rhythm increased, her hips slapping against Lucy’s ass, her cock driving in and out with force. Lucy’s moans turned into cries, her body jolting with each thrust. “Fuck, Desiree!” she shouted, “Harder, big sister! Fuck my ass harder!”
Desiree’s grip on Lucy’s hips tightened, her fingers digging into her flesh. She obliged, slamming into Lucy with all her strength, their bodies meeting with a loud slap. “Like that, you little slut?” she growled, her voice laced with lust and power.
“God, yes!” Lucy screamed, her body convulsing with pleasure. “I love you, Desiree! I love you so fucking much!”
Desiree’s response was to lean over, her hands grabbing Lucy’s hair, pulling her head back. “I love you too, little sister,” she snarled, her teeth sinking into Lucy’s shoulder. Lucy cried out, the pain mixing with pleasure, sending her into a frenzy.
“Bite me, Desiree!” she shouted, “Mark me! Make me yours!”
Desiree’s teeth sank deeper, her cock slamming into Lucy with relentless force. Lucy could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. “Fuck, Desiree, I’m gonna cum!” she screamed.
Desiree pulled her teeth out, her tongue licking the wound. “Cum for me, Lucy,” she commanded, her voice harsh. “Cum all over my cock.”
Lucy’s body obeyed, her orgasm ripping through her, her pussy pulsing, her ass clamping down on Desiree’s cock. She screamed, her body convulsing, her nails digging into the sheets. Shots of cum hit the headboard and drenched Lucy’s pillow. Desiree continued to fuck her through her orgasm, her own body tensing, her breath ragged.
“Fill me up, Desiree,” Lucy begged, her voice hoarse. “I want to feel your cum inside me.”
Desiree’s body delivered on command, filling Lucy’s ass with warm, slippery goodness. Sweating, she collapsed onto Lucy’s back, her breath hot on Lucy’s skin. They lay there for a moment, their bodies connected, their hearts beating in sync. “I love you, Lucy,” Desiree whispered, her voice soft.
Lucy turned her head, her eyes finding Desiree’s. She smiled, her eyes soft. “I love you too, Desi.” They hade made a joke of their names, based on the old “I Love Lucy” TV show. Neither sister expected to be in a sexual relationship with a family member. In spite of their situation, and Desiree’s pregnancy, their love wasn’t a romantic one. They were as close a sister’s could possibly be, but they weren’t in love in that way. Their sexual relationship was born of necessity. After escaping from Elana, they had tried to help each other curb their continuous sexual appetites. They could still only hold out for a little more than an hour. “We need to find a way to stop this.” Lucy said, breaking the silence.
Desiree’s brows furrowed, her body tensing. “What do you mean?”
Lucy sighed, shifting so she could face Desiree. “We’ve been at this for weeks, Desiree. We need to find a way to ... reset.” Desiree’s eyes narrowed, her grip on Lucy’s hip tightening. “Reset? Lucy, we’re futas. This is what we do.” Lucy rolled her eyes. “Yes, Desiree, we’re aware. But we’ve been doing it non-stop. We have been trying to break our addiction for months and we can barely make it through a TV show without jumping on each other.”
What do you propose?” ask Desiree.
Lucy took a deep breath, her gaze steady on Desiree. “I think we should find Linda and Valerie. They’re in the same situation we are. Maybe they’ve found a way to ... manage this.” She waved her hand vaguely, indicating their current state.
Desiree’s eyebrows shot up. “Linda and Valerie? Lucy, we haven’t seen them since ... well, since all this started.” She gestured to their naked, sweat-slicked bodies.
“I know,” Lucy said, her voice firm. “But they’re our only resource. Maybe they’ve found something that works. We can’t keep living like this, Desi. We need to try something.”