Chapter 4 - Luna in the stocks

Luna can’t help but be a buttslut, it was a fact of her life. As her relationship continues to blossom with Mirana, the two women fall further into depravity, finding new ways to explore one another in the bedroom.

Mirana, however, would like to delve deeper into certain taboos.


\Writer|Wrathorn/

Special thanks to my first Commissioner, who would like to stay Anonymous.

[Warning! Contains Bestiality]

***

Mirana hummed quietly to herself, resting her bare feet into the loose soil below, eyes taking in the Shrine before her. It was the same building that both Luna and herself had discovered a few months before. Where they shared their first couple of intimate trysts. The Shrine then, was decrepit and falling apart, rooms left mossy, and furniture partially destroyed. All of it repaired, fixed or replaced.

As it turned out, the Riders could clean out a Shrine dedicated to Selemene faster than their own rooms.

Mirana gave a tiny giggle at the thought, covering her mouth with her palm. Her eyes followed the pristine marble stairs, surrounding a perfectly chiseled statue of Selemene. Before her days as an acolyte, far before becoming a Priestess, she’d thought that Selemene was strangely interpreted by the others. The statue itself was accurately depicted, according to some of the ancient texts, she was a stunningly beautiful woman, with some very large assets.

The Priestess huffed. The current populace of the Shrine was at a minimum, with riders patrolling the area close by, and the priesthood having gone to pray or sleep at this time of night.

Mirana made to move, following the stairs up to the showers, where Luna had gone to earlier, having just returned from a patrol. The Priestess walked by the large circular basin of crystal clear water, where she and Luna had fucked before.

She smirked at the memory, recalling that they had stood directly in the middle, where the full moon was reflected—

Mirana paused. The moonlight reflected perfectly from the very centre of the basin, but there was something in the light itself. Images flung through her mind rapidly, feeding into her lust and leaving her shivering.

Luna was in each image that blinked past. All of them showing the priestess vestiges of a broken, well-fucked Luna. Each achieved in a plethora of ways, but all of them focused on her huge, pale ass. The round cheeks red and purple with bruises, the faded lines of whips and paddles, even marked with words she couldn’t read, but felt as though she understood.

Then, the images switched, following a bolder, more plump and sexy Luna, in the midst of battle. Her skinsuit covered her torso, but left her arms and legs bare, the pale skin glowing like the beautiful moonlight. More than that, her breasts had grown considerably in this ‘vision’. Her skinsuit could barely contain them, as each pale breast spilled out from the stretchy material, her cleavage deep and tight, making Mirana’s mouth dry. Her ass had also ballooned outward, and swallowed the skinsuit between the jiggly ass cheeks like it was a thong. Mirana followed the pale skin further down, finding plump thighs that caked over tight, thigh high combat boots.

Images flicked over her, dominating men and beasts alike. Cocks of all shapes and sizes embedded into her welcoming asshole, her face cruel and dominating, as the different men succumbed to her skills and body.

It changed back, her leading the charge on Sagan, rushing into enemy lines, her shield blocking incoming arrows like it was a wall of moonlight, protecting all her other riders. Then cutting to her stomping on a man’s head, looking down over the building they’d claimed, shoving the steel pole of a flag deep into the concrete.

Then it cut back, and Mirana gasped, her tongue instinctively falling out of her mouth. Luna’s asshole was barely a few inches away from her, and it was stretched apart wide and ruined. Her doughy, pale ass cheeks spread from how reamed out her anus was. Her violet eyes watched over her shoulders, silently begging and pleading for Mirana to take action.

In that moment, Mirana had felt far more powerful than the Luna she was shown moments ago. Watching the transformed, amazonian version of Luna. It was her that Luna truly prostrated herself before. It was her that Luna came to for love and care. It was her that held power over her chosen Moon Rider.

Mirana’s eyes flickered, the pupils growing a faint, pale light from the centre. Her fingers fell down her garbs, her tongue stretched out to lick at that ruined rim, uncaring if anyone saw her. But, as soon as her fingers grazed along the tan skin of her waist, the images disappeared in a snap.

Mirana blinked, bringing her hands up to stare at them with an anxious expression. Her senses returned to her, and she slowly sunk her tongue back between her lips. She glanced back to the moonlight, still at the centre of the basin.

She picked up a nearby jug, filling it with the basin’s crystal clear water. She wasn’t entirely sure why, but her faith simply urged her on.

She gulped, her cheeks hot and eyes flustered as she spun around with the jug in hand, heading toward the stables. There was a plan in her mind, but it needed time to prepare. Sagan would be required, and so would Luna’s toys. There wasn’t enough time to explain to Luna, but there were ways around that.

The stocks. She needed to use the stocks.

Mirana bit her lip, the strange new desires within her burned to be free. A calling higher than herself, born from the mind of her Goddess. Whatever Selemene had shown her in that vision, Mirana knew that she wanted it to be fulfilled.

To feel that power again.

***

“Hello again, Luna.”

Luna’s eyes snapped open from under the showerhead at the feminine, spectral voice’s return. Her hair clung to her skin, and her body slightly flushed from the steamy water running down her body. She’d long since cleaned herself, more thoroughly in some places compared to others. Luna had simply wanted to remain under the water for some more time.

“What is it you want?” Luna angrily whispered, not wanting to sound crazy to any passerbyers. She wasn’t even sure if it was her that was going crazy. She hadn’t heard the strange voice since the last time she was here at the Shrine.

“I chose you for a reason.” The voice said cryptically, likely referring to how only Luna could hear whatever that voice was. Luna didn’t have any idea who, or what, was speaking. Only that it  was there. The last time Luna had listened to it, it had led her to a great deal of fun with Mirana.

“Chose me?” Luna gave a humoured chuckle, running her hands over her muscled biceps, following until her hands touched, “I will not be some vessel for a demon.”

“Nothing like that. Your mind is your own, I respect that when it comes to my worshippers.”

“Worshippers?” Luna’s eyes widened angrily, her mouth twisting into a teeth-bared growl, “Don’t you dare imply you are Selemene herself!”

“Why couldn’t I be? What must I prove to you, to reveal my identity properly?”

“You’re a disembodied voice,” Luna snarked, turning around to face the wall, running her hands over her perky breasts, washing sudsy bubbles from them, “The only thing that would prove you were Selemene, is if you could tell me what Mirana’s been up to the last week.”

“Other than being dommed by you, with that Klein boy?”

Luna gave a choked sputter, spinning around with a bright flush on her neck. The disembodied voice found humour in this, lightly chuckling at Luna’s reaction. The Moon Rider quickly found her composure, coughing into her hand.

“We’ve only done that at the High Temple…” She muttered slowly, closing her eyes, “If you were a demon—”

“Then I would have eradicated their very existence.” Selemene finished for the Rider. Luna froze, something like a hand trailing down her back. The voice chuckled, “Oh my, you felt that didn’t you? Then you’re starting to believe.”

“What do you want with me?” Luna asked in a growl, masking the fear she felt. She turned her head over her shoulder, capturing a figure in the steam of the hot water before it seemingly vanished.

‘Do as Mirana asks, and I shall grant you a powerful gift.’

“What do you—”

Luna jumped, facing the door as three loud knocks rapped against it. She  turned the shower off, then quickly searched the room for any strange ghosts. 

Another three knocks sounded from the door.

“Who is it?” Luna called out roughly, still glancing around the bathroom where she could. 

“Mirana.” 

Luna’s features softened, her eyes still flickering from across all corners of the room, waiting for the voice to return. Nota sound made itself known within her mind. Though, she found the timing of the voice's last statement, and Mirana’s arrival.

“One moment.” Luna stepped from the shower and wrapped a towel around her body, and quickly used another to wipe her face and contain her hair. She ran her hand over the mirror, trying to remove the water so she could see her reflection proper, then she opened her makeup bag, rummaging through it

“Come in.” Luna finally answered, voice lighter, just for Mirana. Unscrewing her lipstick to give her plump lips that purple sheen she’d come to enjoy.

The door opened slowly, revealing a flustered Mirana, stepping past the door in her traditional priestess garbs. Though, she looked unkempt, and slightly dirty. Luna capped the lipstick, swapping it out for her eyeliner, as she watched Mirana nervously open and close her mouth like a goldfish.

“Mirana, babe, you don’t need to be nervous around me.” Luna consoled, carefully running the eyeliner, making her violet eyes more pronounced. Mirana nodded slowly, her breathing coming down. Luna moved on to her other eye, delicately running the eyeliner across. The amount of times she’d accidentally poked herself was shameful to admit, though, she’d only just started this habit in the past few months. Even her other riders were beginning to notice her ‘womanly’ features.

“I think Selemene spoke to me.” Mirana finally said, cringing as she bit her lip, looking away. Luna paused as she put her eyeliner away, halfway into swapping it out for her violet eyeshadow.

“What’d she say?” Luna asked innocently, running the coloured brush below her dark, curled eyebrows.

“Nothing.”

A small silence was held between the two. Luna waited for Mirana to further explain, but all she got was that lip-bitten and hood-eyed expression. Like the Priestess was holding herself back from jumping the rider.

“What do you mean?” Luna prompted, pulling away from the mirror with a satisfied nod. She turned to see the flustered priestess nervously holding her hands together, rotating her shoulders from side to side.

“She showed me things. Like they were the future to come to pass. You were powerful. Stronger. You could command Selemene’s power with ease, the power of moonlight at your fingertips without exertion.” Mirana explained, still not looking Luna in the eye.

‘She’s hiding something.’ 

Luna eyed Mirana with a hum, wondering if it was really Selemene influencing Mirana and Luna, or if it was some other entity.

“Well, that sounds like good fortune, but, did you see how this happened?” Luna continued, dropping the towel to reveal her pear-shaped body, her hips flared and sashaying as she stepped toward Mirana. The priestess’ gaze flickered down to Mirana’s crotch, her hands falling to her sides as she shivered.

“I think there’s a ritual, but…”

“But?”

“It’s sexual in nature,” Mirana quietly admitted. Luna made a noise of realization, still unsure what a ‘sexual ritual’ had to do with the Moon Goddess. Mirana’s voice picked up, high pitched and anxious, “And it has a strong focus for… the butt area.”

“I see.” Luna hummed, “How is it performed?”

Mirana’s gulped, “I think it’d be easier to show you.”

***

“The stocks,” Luna flatly observed, “Really?”

Mirana nodded, a bright blush on her cheeks and nose. The stocks themselves were positioned above the clean marble stone, high above a platform surrounded by the treetops. It forced the punished to stare over the treelines, and gaze at the moon. A fitting punishment, as Selemene herself would be able to judge the unworthy, the heathen or the heretic.

On one side of the stocks, there was a closed, familiar bag, on the other side was a porcelain jug. Luna hummed, glancing at Luna from the corner of her eye with a sly smile. Mirana’s bangs covered her eyes from view, though the priestess was lightly grasping her bicep with her own nervous smile. 

“Is this some sort of roleplay?” Luna continued, a teasing grin on her mouth, “The priestess punishes the defiant Rider?”

“If you want it to be like that.” Mirana quietly agreed.

“And why is there a jug of water? Do you plan on splashing me while you have your way with me?” Luna began unclipping her bodywear, letting it slide down her body to a heap on the floor. She turned around, running her hands through her still damp hair.

“It’s for you to drink, first,” Mirana answered, picking up the bag and turning away, “Could you take five mouthfuls of the water, while I get ready?”

Luna gave a small sigh, “Sure.”

A short silence was held between the two, the only noise heard was the sound of latex being pulled, and toys being shifted within the black canvas bag.

Luna separated her violet-stained lips from the porcelain container, smirking at the marks she left, and delicately placed the jug on the ground. She looked over her shoulder, peeking at Mirana’s own actions.

Her jaw dropped.

Mirana’s hair was pulled into a high ponytail, wavy locks cascading down her back. Black latex covered her arms and legs like sleeves, reaching up to her biceps and thighs respectively, but left her tan body entirely exposed. The priestess herself turned, as if feeling Luna’s wide eyes on the back of her head, a seductive smile on her dainty lips.

She took sashaying steps toward Luna, and ran her smooth, rubber hands over the Rider’s sides, trailing down to lightly hold her pale, flared out hips. Luna whined softly, leaning in for a kiss, which was returned softly by Mirana. Both women gently embraced one another, Luna closing her eyes as she deepened their liplock, uncaring that she was being guided along by Mirana’s backward steps.

‘Click’

Luna’s eyes fell open, and saw that Mirana had unlocked the stocks, gesturing for Luna to enter. The stocks’ holes were padded with a soft cushiony material, no doubt Mirana’s doing, wanting her girlfriend to be comfortable. 

Luna stuck her ass out into the air as she rested her arms and head through atop the cushions, humming as the stocks were closed, and locked over her head.

Mirana, still standing behind the Moon Rider, bit her lip and took handfuls of her wide, pale ass, rolling it between her splayed out fingers, digging the heel of her palm into Luna’s soft skin. Luna gave a small gasp, which transitioned to a throaty chuckle, and began rolling her ass up and down, shaking the fatty muscles up and down against Mirana’s ministrations. 

The priestess released her hold, biting her lip just a little harder as Luna intensified her booty shaking, her pale ass shaking like waves as it clapped into the open air, giving the priestess quick glimpses of her darkened ring between. 

A hand came flying down, flesh slapped against flesh as Luna moaned huskily, violet lips parting at Mirana’s rough treatment. Liquid arousal seeped down her open thighs, and she shook her hips faster, her thighs rolling side to side with each body shaking thrust.

“You love having your ass played with.” Mirana simply noted, as though it were a fact of Luna’s life. Luna gasped out a moan, more finding pleasure from the truth of Mirana’s woulds turning her on. Mirana’s palm came crashing down again, leaving a pink outline of her hand against Luna’s doughy cheek, hard enough that her ass practically concaved for a brief second, before waves of skin wobbled lewdly. Luna whined, her eyes falling closed at Mirana’s roughness.

Mirana soon appeared next to Luna, gazing at her with hooded eyes and an innocent smile. Her latex covered hand gently stroked the side of Luna’s slightly coloured face, dragging down to press against Luna’s plump, upper lip. Luna parted her lips wider, taking in the finger in its entirety, gently suckling on it with worshipping laps of her tongue.

Her finger left, dragging around her hips, where Luna couldn’t see, but could guess. Mirana sighed with a shiver, her arm running up and down, and her hand between her cheeks, wetting her asshole.

“But it’s my turn now, for mine to be played with your tongue.” Mirana laughed throatily, twisting around to shake her bubble butt side to side, barely inches away from Luna’s face. The priestess watched the Rider from over her shoulder. Luna giggled in return, pushing her head through the hole as far as it allowed, puffing her lips out like a kiss. Mirana hummed suggestively, thrusting her ass back so Luna’s violet-stained lips pressed into Mirana’s cheek, marking it with two, thick violet lip marks.

Mirana’s hand reached out and took Luna’s hair into a painful clump. Luna hissed, which was muffled by the priestess’ tan cheeks spreading around Luna’s face, letting her lips kiss against that tight asshole, marking the soft ring with violet.

Luna’s eyes flickered up, the perverted taste of another’s ass on her lips already left her pussy gushing out juices. Luna’s long tongue spread between her lips, dipping against Mirana’s ass. The priestess groaned appreciatively, sending her hips up and down ever so slightly, her soft cheeks rubbing against Luna’s face.

Luna pushed harder against that tight, brown hole, and found entry, her tongue sliding through halfway, and running around the fleshy walls. Mirana’s grip slackened for just a moment, before her ass thrust back further, letting Luna shove more of her thick, long tongue inside the vice-grip of that tan ass.

Mirana groaned loudly into the air, still twerking against Luna’s face. The moon rider’s eyes rolled up slightly, as the sweat between Mirana’s ass started to grow more prominent. Filling Luna’s lungs with her smell, the depravity of her actions leaving her mind to wander elsewhere. Her tongue dug deeper, writhing aimlessly against Mirana’s hole, pushing against the sticky walls with barely any disgust to be found.

“You anal loving slut.” Mirana groaned, her other hand busying itself by running up and down her wet slit. The priestess’ grip on Luna hair tightened, encouraging her to lift away from Mirana’s asshole and lather her cheeks with saliva. Luna’s tongue messily ran across her bubble butt, swirling around until they found their mark again. She kissed between her cheeks sloppily, saliva smearing her lipstick as she returned to Mirana’s asshole, and ran her tongue along the ring.

“You don’t even care how you get your fix. My ass getting fucked, or your asshole getting stretched, you can’t live without ass, can you?” Mirana mocked the rider, shoving her head between her messy cheeks, forcing Luna to tongue out her anal cavity once more.

Luna simply hummed out her agreement, noisily slurping up saliva as her tongue travelled further into Mirana’s ass. The priestess gave a throaty chuckle, thrusting her fingers in and out of her soaked cunt at a rapid pace.

Soon, Mirana’s laughs were replaced with husky moans, swapping out her twerking motions for simply shivering, her asshole clenching and unclenching wildly around Luna’s explorative muscle.

Mirana pulled away without warning, leaving Luna’s tongue to hand out in the air, her lips wide and lipstick smudged around her lips. The priestess turned around, rubbing her latex covered fingers along her clit faster.

A spray of juices squirted onto Luna’s hanging tongue, only able to stare up at Mirana’s wide, happy eyes, leaving the Rider a quivering mess. Mirana’s orgasm quickly subsided, and she loudly licked her lips, petting Luna’s hair gently, leaning down.

“Good girl.”

Luna internally preened at the comment, but simply smiled with hooded eyes, “Don’t tell me you’re done then?”

Mirana giggled into her mouth girlishly, shaking her head. She trailed around the imprisoned Luna, her fingers idly trailing down her naked back, making the rider shiver at the touch. Soon, Mirana was out of her sight, but her hands were certainly rough with how they lashed out and sank into her doughy, pale ass.

“You know… I’ve wondered how something so large could stay unmarked for so long. Are you truly a warrior?” Mirana taunted. Luna bit her lip, stifling a chuckle. The priestess heard her, tutting quietly, “I think I need to fix this unmarked skin with some proper… Training.”

“Is that your word for abuse?” Luna quipped. Silence quickly followed, until a white ball gag came into view. Luna squeaked in surprise as it roughly fell between her lips, bitten between her teeth.

“I don’t want to hear you beg for mercy.” Mirana coldly whispered, opening the bag with an audible zip, hinting to the rider what was coming next. Luna shivered, waiting for Mirana to start ‘punishing’ her. 

Cold, viscous liquid ran down her ass crack, sliding along the soft flesh of her ring, already relaxing outward, the frosty liquid dripping into her hole. Luna groaned around the gag, shame showing on her cheeks at how loose she’d left her asshole over the weeks, her asshole receiving more attention in the last few months, in comparison to the last few years.

A latex finger sank within her loose ring, all the way to the knuckle, showing how loose and ready her hole really was. Luna’s eyes flickered at the sudden intrusion, flexing her ass around the slowly thrusting member. More lubricant followed, slipping around Mirana’s finger into her warm cavern, a second finger joining the first. 

The process repeated until Luna was left quivering around four fingers, slowly sinking back and forth from her stretched ring. Mirana’s other hand rubbed her pale skin softly, fingers barely digging into her cushiony flesh. The rider embraced the feeling, keeping her legs straight and still as Mirana toyed with her ass. 

Luna groaned heavily, her untouched cunt yearning for stimulation. Her clit stood at attention, and her thighs were slick with her juices, the cool air making her nerves set alight in pleasure and coldness.

Mirana’s thrusting fingers left her asshole in an instant, Luna threw her head back with a dissatisfied hum, saliva still dripping messily from the gag. Luna quickly changed her tune, her violet eyes rolled back a vibrating egg pressed against her aching clit. Mirana giggled at Luna’s shaking form, carefully applying the tape over the vibrator, so not to damage more delicate skin. With the vibrating egg safely pressed against her clit, Luna was left a writhing mess, slobber practically oozing down her chin, falling to the floor below.

“Don’t cum yet, my depraved whore,” Mirana sang from behind, giving her meaty white ass a heavy slap, “You’re not allowed to cum until the end. Understand?”

Luna gave a muffled, affirming groan as her response, shaking her hips from side to side. Her slightly loosened hole begging for attention.

“Aw, you want more?” Mirana mockingly sang, resting both her hands on either side of Luna’s ass, spreading the cheeks wide open to reveal her winking ring.

“Mm-hm.” Luna nodded, groaning as her pussy felt the vibrations intensify, leaving her in a drowsy, lust filled state. She rolled her hips into Mirana’s hands, relishing in how it stretched her loose hole side in different directions.

“You’ll get what you want soon enough.” Mirana cryptically hummed, leaving her ass and rummaging through the bag.

Luna jumped as she felt cool silicone rest against her winking rosebud, shivering at the familiar sensation. Mirana rested the thickest, black dildo Luna owned and pressed the tip against her anus. The toy itself was thin at the tip, but thickened out greatly as it went down. At the very end, it was the equivalent of two of her fists pressed against one another. More than that, the entire length of it was fifteen inches.

She’d never even gotten halfway down it.

Luna whined pathetically, shaking her ass side to side, encouraging Luna to hurry. With a sharp shove, Luna got what she wanted. Seven inches, nearly half of the dildo, where she’d never reached before, slammed into her. With a low, elongated groan, Luna nearly came from the surprise penetration. Usually, rushing into anything regarding anal would hurt the reciever.

But Luna felt fine.

‘What did she make me drink?’ Luna drunkenly thought, yelping as the next eight inches proceeded to invade her body, shoving against her internal organs and messing her insides up. Yet, Luna felt more than fine. Her asshole was stretched out farther and deeper than it had ever been before. Her legs shook violently, and her irises had nearly vanished, the whites of her eyes all that remained.

Then Mirana started thrusting.

Loud squelches filled the air around them, the slimy dildo rushing in and out of her reamed out ring. Luna’s body jutted back and forth, as her body practically threw itself back and forth along the rigid, black member. Her asshole hugged the shaft tightly, practically sucking the member back in with a vacuum seal.

“What a lewd hole!” Mirana openly mocked, laughing as she slapped her ass with her free hand, “No wonder so many cocks blow their loads inside you. You’re filthy hole loves being pumped full of cum.”

Luna tried to scream against the gag, keeping her orgasm at bay with her hands balled up, her blue nails dug into the palms of her skin. Mirana continued laughing, keeping a majority of the huge dildo inside her body, only thrusting out five inches of it outside, before diving the full length back in. The vibrator at her clit picked up in intensity, as if remotely controlled.

But she didn’t cum. She couldn’t. For Mirana’s sake.

Her body thrashed against the stocks, unable to even look at the destruction of her own ass, but relished in every second of it. She trusted Mirana. The priestess knew what she was doing.

‘Surely she does…’ Luna winced, her eyes falling back down to a slack expression. Her body soon followed, the pleasure beginning to dull with every thrust. Even the vibrator lacked the pleasure it held earlier.

“Nearly ready, depraved whore.” Mirana husked. Without warning, the entirety of the black dildo was torn from her tight hole. Luna screamed as sensations returned like sharp, white cold pain. Her ass gaped into the open, spread wider than it had been before, filling her insides with the cool air. She shivered, confusion wrapping inside of her. She remembered that if any part of the body was stretched too widely, there was a risk of death.

And yet she felt more than fine. Her asshole was spread far wider than her own fist, and her ring was bulging outward, hungry for something to fill it. Luna’s eyes shock, anxiety eating her up, but the trust she held in her girlfriend cooled her down, not wanting to back out any time soon. No matter how hard the safeword wished to leave her muffled, violet lips.

“Now, for the second part of the preparation.” Mirana mumbled to herself. The cold lubricant sliding down the bumpy walls of Luna’s anus. The Rider muffled out her confusion, her knees buckling at the sensation. She couldn’t drop them, however, as she knew if she did, it would hurt.

‘It hasn’t hurt so far.’ Her mind played with her. But she remained adamant, until she felt all Mirana’s closed, latex covered, fist press against her gaping ring. Luna tried to muffle out her anxieties, but all that came out was another sharp groan, as Mirana’s fist slid down her hole, swallowing up her forearm in an instant.

Luna nearly came. Her mind fell into a spiral of pleasure, and her argument died in her throat as she whined around that arm inside her. Her head hung low, low chokes wracked against the ballgag as saliva sputtered out, drooling into the small puddle under her face.

“Ah, nearly done.” Mirana gave a dainty laugh, opening her fingers deep inside her bowels, running her fingers along the walls that Luna couldn’t even fathom to feel. It was like a presence, invasive and unnatural. 

And yet Luna felt like she was going to explode in orgasm.

The vibrator was a forgotten concept as Mirana’s arm began pumping back and forth, her elbow only forcing her ruined rosebud to stretch further. A piece that remained sane in Luna’s mind was grateful for the latex that covered Mirana’s arms. She didn’t want to dirty her lover.

Mirana pumped with a quiet laugh, as though she was holding back her own joys. Her other hand came down, and Luna nearly cried. The telltale sound of a horse crop stung her bouncing white asscheek. 

“Aw, did that hurt?” Mirana laughed louder, bringing the crop down far more fiercely than before. She transitioned from either cheek, sending Luna’s head spinning as she cried out in a mix of muffled, pained squeals or deep moans. Mirana’s thrusting arm slowed as she focused on whipping Luna’s ass, the rider could already feel the deep purple bruises forming on her cushiony cheeks.

Her arm pumped slowly, her elbow pressing around the stretched ring of Luna’s anus, puffy and sore from the rough motions Mirana gave. When her elbow was swallowed up, she’d rear back until just her fist remained, slowly rotating along the nerves within.

“You fucking buttslut.” Mirana dropped the crop, the wooden handle clattering against the marble floor. Then, Mirana’s second fist joined the first as it reared back..

Luna’s eyes flashed open in panicking realization. Her head shook rapidly, “Nnf! NNF!”

Mirana wasn’t listening, or didn’t care. She aligned her fists so her thumbs could rest against one another’s sides.

Then she pushed.

Luna lost cognitive thought as her asshole was stretched out farther than she thought possible. Reality reared its ugly head at her as Mirana began thrusting her fists in unison along her anal passageway, tickling all the nerves she could feel.

“Mrna! Mrna!” Luna screamed into her ball gag, shaking her head wildly at the overwhelming pleasure and pain that wracked her body. Mirana didn’t respond, simply diving deeper into her bowels with each pistoning motions. Her asshole would stretch out around her fists, and then spread wider as her arms moved down.

Soon enough, Luna’s eyes were crossed at her nose, her muffled cries ceasing, replaced with long groans as her mind was slowly degraded. Pain fell to pleasure, and she was at the edge of her restraint, her climax soon inevitable.

Mirana’s arms upped their pace, spreading her hole wider and wider, until they could barely wrap around the priestess’ latex covered elbows. Luna meanwhile, was fairly certain she could feel her stomach bulging around the intruding appendages. Her belly felt sore and abused, and her asshole worse off.

Yet that made it sickeningly better.

Luna laughed into her gag, moaning and groaning as her organs were forcefully mashed into. Her body was fine, for the most part, and nothing was telling her she was in danger. Her girlfriend was here. She was safe with her.

Mirana surged forward just a tiny bit more, then pulled out of Luna asshole, which made a loud ‘splurch’ sound as her bowled fell back into place. 

Luna’s rosebud however, was ruined.

Gaping wide enough to reveal the red lining of her inner walls, and the ring itself bulging outward, flinching slightly as if trying to return to normal, Mirana was certain she could drop a singular closed fist in there, and it wouldn’t even touch Luna’s reamed out hole.

As if to prove the point, Mirana returned her closed fist, which hovered out of the anal rings reach. 

Luna squirmed tiredly against the stocks, her knees weak and shaking, her ass was sore and bruised, the hole itself reamed out so badly that the cheeks were pushed to the side to make room.

She could barely pick her head up to look at her girlfriend, who stood over her with a domineering smile, her teeth bared at finding a cruel humour in the rider’s situation.

“Now you are ready for the true trial of the body.” Mirana spoke. But her voice had a strange reverb to them. Luna found the strength, what was left of it, to look up into Mirana’s star filled eyes.

And fear truly grasped her at finding the black sclera, and white pupil accompanying those stars.

“Truly, you are fit to be my herald.” Mirana, or rather, Selemene spoke. Luna could only grunt and groan her faded anger at the Goddess, unable to speak through her gag.

“Don’t worry, her actions are her own,” Selemene laughed regally, “I will leave her now, but I simply wanted to congratulate you for making it to the final part.”

Mirana hummed, closing her eyes, and reopening them to reveal her white sclera and black pupils.

“Let’s get you prepared.” Mirana grinned, ignoring the wide-eyed expression on Luna’s face.

A moment passed for Luna, who widely tried to escape the stocks, to no avail. Her eyes crossed and began rolling up, as cold water invaded her insides, rushing down into her body. Luna cried out into the gag, teeth biting into the hard plastic with no signs of it yielding. Her body quivering violently at the sensation.

‘The water! It’s doing something to my body!’ Luna internally panicked.

“Correct.” The voice, Selemene, answered.

‘What’s happening to me? To mirana?!’

“You’re becoming my herald. My Blade of the Moon. And she is a worthy vessel to do this through”

Luna’s thought-conversation was interrupted as she whined loudly. Another thick dildo began entering her gushing cunt, spreading her open. The sensation was familiar, and it was a small comfort to know that this particular toy had only ever been used in her needy pussy.

Slow, heavy steps sound took Luna by shock. They weren’t shoes by any means, and more sounded like an animal.

“The finale.” Mirana husked, stepping around to Luna’s side, and holding her ruined asshole wide open. Luna threw her head back as latex fingers gripped her reamed rosebud, spreading it as far as it could go.

The loud patting sound edged closer, until Luna realized what had joined the two women.

Sagan’s large paws rested atop the stocks, still holding strong against his weight, and his thick fur pressed into the back of her smooth back.

“Mmf?!”

Mirana spoke up, “Sagan agreed to fill you with his cum, as part of the final test. Thank him.”

“Mmf!!!”

A huge, throbbing cock whapped against Luna’s destroyed ass. It was far thicker than Mirana’s combined fists, and she could feel veins as thick as rope pulse against her bruised skin. Sagan growled lowly, his head resting low enough for Luna to see, his tongue hanging out ever so slightly. 

She squealed as he thrust forward, his giant ball sack audibly smacked against her shaking thighs. Each of his balls were the size of rockmelons, and his thrusts showed the Rider how long his shaft was, as his tip dripped out his precum along the curve of her spine, just before her shoulder blades.

“Oh yes, you can feel his nice, thick cock rubbing along your needy ass now, can’t you?” Mirana laughed openly, turning around to squat in front of the rider, her expression vacant and excited. Luna winced with every ball-slapping thrust Sagan made, his thick, virile nutsack pulsing every time it touched her thighs. Luna looked to the priestess hopefully, expecting a joking laugh and for Sagan to pounce away.

Her hopes were dashed as Sagan reared back, the tip of his flared cock already sliding between her gaping hole, which struggled to contain his cock. Luna couldn’t breath. She could only see Mirana smiling down at her, her head at a slight angle, watching on in cruel curiosity. Her hands rubbed against Luna’s jaw lovingly, cooing at Luna’s tearfilled eyes.

“He’ll be filling your guts up with his thick, virile cum. Just like you want.”

“Shmfrie! Shumfriesh!” Luna tried, screaming the safeword past the ball gag.

“‘Some fries’? Luna, I can’t understand a word you’re saying.” Mirana coyly mocked, her lips pouting in front of Luna’s panicking face.

Luna’s lip trembled, shaking her head wildly. Her movements froze as Sagan experimentally thrusted forward, the head of his flared cock reaching past her reamed hole. Luna’s eyes were wide and shaking. Tears spilling down to stain her face with black makeup.

“I want to see you break. I want to see your asshole gape as wide as it can.” Mirana growled, her fingers tightened on Luna’s head, moving forward to lick up one of Luna’s tears. Luna whined in horror as Sagan gave another push, his cock spreading out her body, her stomach bulging slightly, and her womb flattened against her body.

“And when you’re broken, she can rebuild you as the perfect Moon Rider. The Blade of the Moon.” Mirana laughed at her, “Won’t that be exciting.”

Sagan’s growl was louder than whatever Luna had tried to muffle back. His entire body surged forward, his cock flying into her body, and his huge nutsack rushing against her pale thighs with a meaty slap.

Luna died.

Spittle flew forward as her body was roughly thrusted into, the stocks creaking from the force Sagan applied. She was reborn as Sagan’s cock pulsed powerfully through her body. Sheer pain rushed through her body, yet it was tempered by the pleasure she found too. 

“Oh my. He’s stuffed you full,” Mirana giggled, running her hand over Luna’s bulging stomach, rising up to feel the bludgeoning meat that ended just before her sternum. Her breasts were pushed apart from the size of the bulge within the rider’s body.

Her body was thrown back and forth as Sagan began thrusting in earnest. His body smacked against her bruised cheeks, making her scream out in pain as his cock bludgeoned its way through her body, ruining her internal organs and wrecking her mind. Her eyes crossed up further into her head, until only the whites remained.

Consciousness remained with her, however, and her cunt throbbed with need. The dildo felt like nothing in comparison to Sagan’s monstercock ravishing her insides. Luna tried to throw her hips back into the sabre’s thrusts, which the mount took as encouragement. His balls slammed against the wet lips of her ignored cunt, earning strangled cries from the moon rider.

“That’s it. You’re passing. Keep going.” Mirana encouraged in her own voice. Luna honestly didn’t care, simply needing more of this sabre dick to ruin her strangely stretchy body. The outline of her stomach and chest made it seem like she was ready to burst at any moment.

And yet she didn’t. Her asshole was wrecked, split open wide by a cock bigger than both of Mirana’s arms combined, and Luna loved it. Her swinging hips were met with fervour from the sabre cat, who began slamming his cock out of her, smashing her ass against his matted fur. Luna’s well fucked ass clung to that monster dick, finding new love in this taboo act. 

The moon rider was being ridden by the sabre mount.

Luna’s mouth went slack, her fingers spasmed as her knees gave way, her body only held up by Sagan’s cock, and her asshole clinging to it like it was keeping her alive. It rearranged her organs, but she felt no pain. It spread her ass out so wide it should’ve broken her hips, but she felt no pain. His balls slapped against her sensitive cunt lips at such a blinding speed, that it sent her thighs and crotch into a quivering, red mess. But she felt no pain.

Her entire world was pleasure.

His cock pulsed stronger inside her, spreading her asshole wider, stinging and burning her with pleasure. She grinned dumbly around her mouth gag, eyes coming back into view, staring straight ahead at Mirana.

The priestess rested her hands gently against Luna’s face, and leaned forward.

“Cum.” Mirana whispered.

Sagan’s body slammed into Luna one last time, her own body freezing at Mirana’s order. Her pussy gushed violently, juices forcing the dildo out onto the floor. She quivered and shook with tiny groans, her eyes crossed, and even the gag started to crack under the pressure she put her teeth under.

Sagan, meanwhile, gave a single shudder, and thrusted so his sack would hit her leaking cunt. A loud surging sound came from within Luna’s body, and she could feel her stomach stretch. Sagan shuddered again, his virile balls slapping against her thighs as another, loud splurge came from within. 

Luna came again, and lost all sanity at the realization. Sagan had cum the same time she had, but he was a breeding sabre. His balls tightened visibly, and another rope of thick, clumpy cum filled her gut, making her stomach bulge out further and further. Luna groaned mindlessly, thrusting her ass back along his giant sabre cock, coaxing his cum from him.

Sagan graciously gave her body more and more, his orgasm going on for more than a minute, and already her stomach looked nine months pregnant. Her fingers numbly clenched and clenched, as she soon realized he was still cumming. Thick clumps of semen ran down her legs, splashing over her bruised cheeks and along her sore cunt. 

Her stomach had bulged further than her body should have allowed, large enough that she’d looked like she’d be carrying at least five children within her. Luna looked up dazedly into Mirana’s soft eyes, the priestess gently caressing her cheek lovingly. The rider felt something strange in her throat at that moment.

She gagged and surged forward, cum filling her mouth with a nasty taste. Clumps of semen washed into her mouth, barely able to fall out of her sealed mouth. Cum dribbled from her smeared, violet lips, bubbling down as it mixed with saliva. But there was too much for the rider’s mouth to simply hold, and cum began drooling down her nose, dragging over her lips.

Mirana moaned at the sight, her lips dropping open so her tongue could drag along Luna’s lips, eating up Sagan’s cum, mixed in with her lover’s own spit.

“You passed.” Mirana whispered, her tone joyful as she lifted Luna’s head, her eyes rolled back and her body quivering.

Sagan growled lightly, shoving his huge cock out of her body, cum flying out from the pressure, flying into the open air and splattered on the marble floor. It streamed out of her sagging asshole in huge, yellow clumps.

Mirana hummed, gently letting the rider rest her head, running her hands along the rider’s cum smeared back, down to her well-fucked hole. She grinned in satisfaction, seeing the gaping hole the side of a dinner place full of cum, still streaming down Luna’s thighs.

The moonlight above shone on Luna’s well-fucked body, bathing her in pure white light. Mirana watched in fascination, as her body seemed to absorb all of Sagan’s cum. Her reamed out hole, once full of cum, began emptying as the viscous, yellow liquid sank into the rider’s body. Luna’s legs shivered, more strangled moans left her cum-filled mouth.

Mirana’s eyes widened as Luna’s body seemed to grow. Her ass grew plumper, and her thighs were thick to match. Her height increased, making her ass stand higher into the air. Visible muscles were seen along the rider’s back and even her arms seemed to bulk up. 

The priestess quickly went around the other side, watching as Luna’s breasts seemed to inflate, growing from the perky, small state into ones as large as Mirana’s. Full, and could easily wrap around her arm.

The moonlight left as quickly as it had arrived, and Luna’s body was no longer bulging. Though, based on her quivering body, she was still orgasming something fierce.

Mirana shook her head, unclipping the stocks, assisting the rider up.

***

“I still feel sore inside.” Luna groaned, laying against her stomach, rubbing her hands over her abused ass, wincing at how it was still gaping. Not as far as it had before, but enough that she could probably stuff her hand into her rosebud without lubricant, and with just as much ease as if she had lubricant. She faced Mirana with an accusing pout. The priestess simply gave a small, apologetic smile.

“The ritual itself was certainly a near impossible task.” Mirana idly stroked Luna’s back comfortingly, “Your body had to be forcefully changed so you can take on the next set of trials. This ‘Trial of the body’ seemed to test whether you were strong enough to withstand… well, you know.” Mirana shrugged, looking over to see Luna’s still gaping anus, which wasn’t as spread as before, but the priestess could easily thrust three fingers inside without issue, “Other than that, you’ve certainly gained more weight to your… assets.”

Luna lifted herself up with a wince, and brought her hand up to an engorged breast, running a finger over the hardened nipple. Once, they were big enough for cover with just her hands, but now, they were as large as Miranas. Her extra foot of height also helped define her shapely legs, adding more to her already thick thighs and fat ass. She felt stronger too, which showed with her defined six-pack, and bulging muscles along her arms and legs, even her back had grown more toned with muscle.

“Maybe it really was Selemene.” Luna hummed, thoughtfully, crashing back down to the bed. Her eyes flicked up to Mirana, wondering what the priestess was thinking. Instead, she found only red cheeks, and lust-filled eyes. Luna rolled her eyes.

“Just be gentle.” Luna sighed with a teasing smile.

Mirana said nothing, and simply rolled to rub her face between Luna’s larger, bruised cheeks, the Moon Rider moaning into the night as Mirana’s tongue followed the reamed out rim of her ruined asshole, her fingers stretching out the hole wider once again.

Luna rolled her eyes as pleasure washed over her.

***

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