Chapter 5 - Change

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Tags: Lesbian [Masturbation] [Mild Anal] [Anal Rimming] [Deep Anal Kissing] [Mentions of Toys] [Grinding] [Sweat Aphrodisiac] [Forgiveness] [Plot?] [Selemene is still a lewdist]


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Luna grumbled, rubbing the layer of moisture from the mirror, finding her reflection staring back with a scowl. It was her in the mirror, but also very much not her. Pale hands cupped her smooth, teardrop shaped breasts. She lifted them, noting the weight of her new assets, and hissed at the strange sensation that pricked her skin. Carefully, she released them, biting her lip as the fatty pillows jiggled. She gasped at the rising heat finding itself in her stomach, hands trailing down between her thighs. An eyebrow twitched.


‘Oh, really Luna? You’re getting horny from looking at yourself. Wonderful, Luna. Wonderful.’ 


Still, that didn’t stop her baby blue fingernails from biting into her stomach, leaving red trails down to her toned thighs. She gasped a small moan, lips twisting to smile as fingers delicately ran around her wetted lips. 


Violet eyes locked on to her reflection again, the steam of the bathroom having cleared out some time ago. Her free hand returned to a breast, fingers gingerly curling around a brown nipple. 


The changes to her body had left her frazzled. It had only been a few days, but she couldn’t help but feel insecure about her new body. Her height had increased dramatically (by a whole foot), her hips had widened, her ass ballooned to fit her thick and curvy figure and her thighs insisted on rubbing together, only agitating her arousal further. Every night she had to masturbate until her mind was a mess and her sheets were stained, and even then she felt unsatisfied.


But what left her most concerned, aside from lustful looks the Priests and Riders gave her, was that her breasts had grown, but felt like they were still swelling. Her fingers traced the ring of her areola, the brown skin reaching out further than she would have liked. Before, they were a simple pink, and were quite small. Now they were a couple of inches in diameter, and the nipples had become inverted, hiding away in the folded, sensitive flesh. 


Luna bit a plump lip, eyes locked on the mirror, unable to tear her gaze away. She couldn’t believe it was her in the mirror, and frankly, she’d use that as an excuse as to why she was getting off on her own reflection. There was a stranger in her mirror, and they were touching themselves looking at her too. 


Her fingers became more adventurous, finding purchase in her slick vagina, slowly sliding inside her incredibly hot walls. Her moan was muffled behind her bit lip, and her eyes flickered closed as electricity ran through her body. The hand at her breast anxiously pushed into the nipple, rolling the delicate bud hiding within. 


Her thighs rolled side to side as her finger pumped into her welcoming wetness faster. Her teat had risen from its hiding place, hardening until it was pointed and fully revealed. Without much thought, she pinched it, gasping as her body froze a moment. Her eyes snapped closed, and she fell forward slightly, supported only by her legs.


Again, she found herself in the mirror, the woman there was flushed, and her eyes holding the faint outlines of love hearts in them. It was another aspect of her transformation she had yet to understand. The more aroused she was, the more pronounced those hearts in her eyes became, and the brighter that pink light grew.


‘Fuck…’ Luna rolled her finger slowly out of her pussy, while her other hand gently pulled the brown nipple. Pleasure washed over her, leaving her shivering and groaning as she picked up the pace. Her big, brown nipples were both hard and pointed, and her cunt squeezed around the intruding digit. 


Her blue hair clung to her face as sweat built up, the aroma of citrus following the sweat that coated her body. Luna was sure this quirk of hers was relatively new, but her sweat made other people horny. Herself included, she discovered, after licking the warm liquid from her upper lip. Her body shuddered, skin rippling as her stomach tightened, and her eyes shook in their sockets. It didn’t matter if she was training, fighting or fucking herself, but the smell was akin to an aphrodisiac. Like her new body was telling people she was fertile and ready to be fucked.


More than that, but she had caught herself fantasizing more often. Another finger was added to her pussy, stroking the sensitive lining within. Luna’s eyes rolled back momentarily, her thighs finally giving out from under her. She carefully sat on the bathmat under her, spreading her knees out wide and resting against the wall. Her soaked pussy made lewd, squelching sounds as her fingers dug in deeper. Her cunt lips gripped her fingers, as though her body begged for them to stay as deep as they could. 


Luna’s breathing had turned laboured, the hand at her teat pulled and squeezed faster. Earlier that day, after getting all of her bodysuits swapped out for larger sets, she had trained with her fellow riders as though nothing had happened to her. At first, she assumed everything was alright. Most of them looked surprised at her new form, and even a few sported cute blushes as they were caught staring. 


Then she began fighting. She’d won all her matches, of course, but her new proportions created a whole different set of challenges. Her new height gave her a different perspective on her opponent’s stances, and she had to adjust accordingly. The fat that had built up on her hadn’t slowed her down, but it had created more, unintentional, momentum in her swings. It felt like she was bashing her opponents, rather than skillfully engaging in swordplay.


Luna's lip would have bruised, if not for her transformation's added bonus of increased resilience. Her bad habit hadn't left her, and had only grown worse since her lip sparked with an odd pleasure. She released her lip, running over the stimulated lip with her finger. This, of course, was the actual problem. The changes in her body were more than her appearance.


As the fighting went on, her body built up more and more sweat, thus more of her new aphrodisiac scent. After claiming victory over a rather well-built man, Luna couldn’t help but stare at his erection straining against the material of his uniform. His cute, olive-skinned face was flustered, as the heat in her own face rose. 


The other men and women in the arena were in a similar state, all of them flustered and struggling to hide their arousal. Though there was little point in hiding such arousal in their plugsuits. She had called off training early, citing that she had felt sick and needed rest.


Instead she had dashed to her private shower, and tried to wash the smell off her. She’d succeeded, for a moment. Then she stared at her reflection.


It was a newfound low, she thought. There was liking one’s own body, then there was narcissism. Despite it, her fingers pumped into her needy lips with reckless abandon, uncaring for the potential of harm with her long nails. Her rough touch had not given her any pain so far, and any 'scratching' sensation added to her mounting pleasure. Her fingers twisted around her hardened teat, finding the pain lovely. Her body squirmed as her arousal peaked, her own odour feeding her lust.


Luna’s earlier fantasy played out in her head. 


She was kneeling at the arena centre, fingers hooked at the corners of her mouth as her male trainees jacked themselves over her face. Her tongue suggestively rolling out of her mouth, making wet, slurping noises as she teased them with her swinging breasts. Their hard, veiny cocks pulsing with need, as thick ropes of cum splattered along her face, seeping into her throat and coating her esophagus in fertile seed. Her pale face was splattered with their filthy fluid. Her eyes fluttered open, staring at Mirana smugly, taking a sick pleasure in watching the bound woman scream behind the gag, and her sex gush in—


Luna’s lips hung open and her eyes flashed open. Bright, violet hearts were at her pupils centre. Her toes curled and she squealed as her orgasm tore through her. She quivered, her fingers dropping down to her sides to support her. Hips lifted into the air, her thighs shaking as her pussy squirted across the bathroom, staining the bathmat in femcum.


After what felt like an eternity, but was closer to half a minute, Luna finally sat down, her fat ass jiggling it hit the floor. She took long, heavy breaths as she tried to regain her composure. Her soaked vagina still burned for attention, and her hardened nipples felt like they were throbbing.


Luna shook her head, convincing herself that shclicking herself off in the bathroom until unconsciousness took her was not ideal. She hissed as she tried to stand, her legs slightly numb after her orgasm. Those had been easier to achieve too, ever since her change. Her body was far more receptive to pleasure and sex then it had ever been before.


She pointedly ignored her reflection in the mirror as she got dressed.


Luna had heard some of the whispers from the trainees and priests earlier. Many of them were perverted in nature. She knew that sexual relationships weren’t frowned upon under Selemene’s gaze, but the way they talked made it sound like they were all celibates. 


Some of the women spoke of their jealousy for Luna’s new figure, a few even expressing their desire to, in their words, ‘eat her out until I can’t feel my jaw’. That particular comment made Luna walk to her room faster. Strangely, the women were far more vocal about Luna’s new appearance than the men, who would simply ogle her breasts or ass. 


She couldn’t decide which made her more uncomfortable. 


Aside from that, she’d made an effort not to see Mirana the past few days. Ever since the ‘incident’. Luna felt a strange hollowness in her chest whenever she thought of her. At the time, Luna hadn’t really thought about her transformation, lost deep in the aftermath of such intense pleasure. Her mind had broken, much like her ass had been. 


Now, after some time to collect herself and think, she remained unsure if it was Selemene’s will that led her into it.  Even still, Mirana had acted out her commands as she was told, as any priestess would from their deity.


But as she dwelled in her thoughts, she understood something that unsettled her. Mirana didn’t tell her anything before she had Sagan mount her. Luna trusted Mirana, and when she was scared, a giant saber looming over her she had spoken their safeword.


And Mirana didn’t listen.


Luna’s grip on her towel tightened until her knuckles were strained and white. It hurt to think that Mirana betrayed her trust so easily. She knew that Mirana wasn’t truly herself, but that wasn’t what mattered. As much as the Moon Rider wanted to confront her on the matter, that hollowness in her heart made it harder to think. She wanted to yell, scream and cry and be comforted all at the same time. 


But that was just it. The only person she could confide her emotions in, was the cause of her emotional imbalance.


Luna sighed, hand resting on her aching head. Her arousal had spiked again, and her thighs had idly rubbed together as lewd thoughts dwelled in her mind. The faint outline of love hearts in her eyes caught her attention in the mirror, and she bit her lip as her hands rested on her fat breasts.


She froze. Liquid dripped onto her fingers. Slowly, with a measured breath, she looked down at her open palms. White liquid dripped down her hands, the source from her teats.


Luna screamed.


***


Mirana stared ahead blankly. The water she’d fed to Luna that evening was still clear and pure as ever. The water itself wasn’t special, not as far as she could tell. She suspected it was a catalyst for Selemene’s power, at least at that moment.


She closed her eyes solemnly, fingers tightening into her palm as regret spread through her. Luna hadn’t talked to her since that night, avoiding the Priestess like she was some frightening apparition. 


Mirana couldn’t blame her. Whatever spell had taken her mind that night wasn’t one of control, but of encouragement. Her true motivations laid bare, and she took advantage of Luna’s trust, feeding her the enchanted water, and forcing her to be mounted by Sagan.


An awful feeling spread through her stomach at the memory. Luna was left a gaping, stuttering mess, even after being released from the stocks, relying on Mirana to stumble back to their room. The Moon Rider had drunkenly kissed and fondled Mirana the whole way. 


Mirana huffed as she stood, walking into the inner shrine. Luna was likely still at the training arena, but wouldn’t pay Mirana any attention, and leave the priestess without saying a word. She couldn’t blame her for her avoidance either, Mirana had screwed up. Big time. She went ahead with Selemene’s orders without any thought of Luna’s opinion, or asking for her permission to do the things she had done to her body. 


The way her ass stretched…


Mirana shook her head, pushing down the swell of arousal trying to rise within her. It was bad enough that she basically forced Luna into it, but Mirana felt worse for enjoying it.


She jumped as a high pitch scream echoed through the halls.


Mirana broke into a sprint, rushing down to the source; which resonated from the bathroom. With unnatural strength, she busted the door open, magic in her hands ready to—


Mirana choked at the sight of Luna. The rider herself was wide-eyed and still, her naked body glistening with sweat, and smelling oddly citrus-y. Both women could only stare at one another, their faces flush with embarrassment. Mirana slowly looked down, finding the pearly-white liquid dripping from Luna’s breasts onto her open hands.


“Luna you’re—” 


“Get. out.” Luna growled, face shifting into a snarl. Mirana felt her heart clench. The hot steam did little to warm the icy gaze that Luna shot her. A small sliver of desire wormed its way into her, but she forced it down. It was beyond inappropriate to act on it. Exactly like that night. She needed to be in control. She nodded, unable to contain her sadness, barely able to hold back the tears biting at her eyes.


“Okay,” Mirana murmured, turning to take the door handle. She paused, looking up at the steamy ceiling. Finding the fierce eyes driving holes into her head from the corner of her vision. Her lips shuddered for a moment, words spilling forth in a rush, “I’m sorry, Luna.”


Mirana took a single step outside the door, before another growl filled the silence, and she was forcefully yanked back into the bathroom. She was met with angry, tear-filled eyes looming over her as Luna leaned over the priestess. Mirana gasped as the scent earlier became more powerful. A wash of arousal hit her like a mortar cannon, but was held back only from the severe look Luna gave.


“Sorry?” Luna hissed, both her strong hands digging into Mirana’s shoulders, earning a pained whine from the priestess. Luna shook her head with a shaky smile, “Sorry for what, exactly?”
 
“I-I... “ Mirana’s words died on her lips, the scent Luna gave filling her senses with every fear-induced breath she took. Luna’s breasts were still leaking out milk, which trailed down her muscled abs and fell to the floor. Mirana couldn’t maintain eye-contact with the amazonian woman, and found her mouth strangely dry.


“Do you even know what I’m upset about?” Luna asked, tilting her head slightly in a condescending manner, “Can you even guess?”


“I betrayed you.” Mirana softly spoke, her body shaking as a mixture of fear and pleasure spiked in her stomach. Seeing Luna again after so long had made her happy, but seeing her naked and angry left her confused. 


“In a way, yes. You betrayed my trust.” Luna’s body shook, her hands sliding down Mirana’s body until they rested on her hips. Mirana squeaked as she was pulled in, her chin resting in the crook of Luna’s neck. She looked up, finding Luna’s eyes, and gasping at the small love hearts hiding in her pupils.


“Say your sorry.” Luna whispered softly, the burning intensity in her eyes remained. 


Mirana gulped, locking eyes with Luna, “I’m sorry.”


Luna exhaled slowly, staring Mirana down, those pink hearts growing larger like a dilating iris. The Moon rider growled, slowly licking her lips, which spread into a thin line, “Not good enough.” 


“W-What?” The heat in Mirana’s stomach and face rose higher, feeling Luna’s hands roll down to squeeze her ass, hidden beneath her short dress. Mirana couldn’t help but quietly groan, rolling her hips forward. Luna’s scent was driving her crazy. It had only been three days, but she’d missed Luna terribly. Her strange odour was stronger now, feeding into Mirana’s own lust, like it was a beacon driving her hornier by the second. She sucked in a large breath, trying to regain her senses, unwittingly driving her deeper into her strange arousal.


“B-But I-?” Mirana couldn’t help but stare down at Luna’s pale white skin, noting the brown nipples still wet with milk, which was now staining Mirana’s clothes. That thirsty feeling returned in her throat, and she tore her gaze back into Luna’s love-heart shaped eyes. Mirana squeaked as something stung the back of her thigh. Luna audibly licked her lips again, digging her nails into Mirana’s clothes, rising up her legs.


“I’m very upset with you, Mirana.” Luna hissed, her fingers digging into Mirana’s hips possessively. Mirana bit her lip as pain radiated from the red marks Luna left, and her eyes briefly rolled up as Luna’s breath washed over her. Luna’s breasts squished into her, the pearly white milk spreading over Mirana’s priestess garb, leaving the fabric wet and clinging to her skin. Mirana’s squeal was muffled, as her lips were stolen up by Luna’s own. That naughty, plush mouth overwhelmed the priestess’ thin ones, and forced the shorter woman to tilt her head back. Luna moaned, low and laughing.


Mirana returned the moan as Luna’s tongue swept around her mouth, her fat, plush lips stealing up Mirana’s entirely. The priestess reactively reached around to cup Luna’s ass, sinking her fingers into the soft flesh. Everything about Luna’s body simply screamed sex appeal. Mirana swore the nerves in her hands were on fire as she mashed those heavy globes about. Luna grunted appreciatively, tilting Mirana’s head up, forcing the priestess to go on the defensive.


She lasted all of three seconds.


The priestess gurgled as Luna’s tongue seemed to slither further down. The fleshy muscle tickled the back of her throat and swept around. Mirana’s hands gripped Luna’s ass tightly, as though she were holding on for support. Mirana whined, falling into Luna’s hold and quivering as more of her body was dominated by Luna’s aggressive hands and tongue. 


Luna swabbed at Mirana’s throat, leaving the poor brunette to choke in shock, her eyes flashing open violently, and her face turning a dark shade of red. The Moon Rider tore away from the kiss, slurping up  and forcefully pulled Mirana’s hands away. Mirana gasped as she was pushed back, finding herself pinned to the wall. Luna loomed over the priestess, staring down at her with glowing, heart-shaped eyes.  


“No. You don’t get to touch without permission. Tonight is all about me doing what I want.” Luna growled deeply, sending tremors across Mirana’s skin, her breath descending into a laboured mess. Luna continued, “If you have a problem with that, say the safeword and fuck off.”


Mirana blinked owlishly, her mouth agape and saliva spilling from her lips. It felt like Luna had fucked her mouth with her tongue alone, and it left her brain fried. Luna’s taste, scent and touch had left her a shivering, wet mess. She couldn’t formulate a sentence, and simply nodded dumbly.


“Good girl.” Luna grinned, snapping down to mash her lips against Mirana’s without a care in the world. Mirana’s hands twitched in the open air, her mind melting as Luna’s taste overwhelmed her. Her knees shook violently as her lips were completely covered by Luna’s. Gasping moans were all Mirana was able to formulate. It was becoming harder to breathe. 


Luna didn’t seem to care, intent on getting her payback by doing whatever she wanted to Mirana. The priestess was okay with that, really. It was her fault that Luna had changed. She was torn, metaphorically speaking. Her mind and perception whenever she’d gazed at Luna’s, plump body sent her loins aflame. A piece of her desired not only to be ravaged by Luna’s amazonian form, to have her head crushed beneath those thick thighs and drown in that lovely pink slit. 


The other piece wanted to see Luna smeared in cum. Her face twisted by pleasure, and legs twitching in the open air as cum seeped from every orifice. Mirana wanted to bear witness to whatever rough gangbang could cause such a proud warrior to fall to such depravity. Only able to whine and cry, as her hands dug into her swollen lips, ravaged by orgasm. 


Pale blue eyes rolled back, orgasm sweeping her from her feet, as her oxygen deprived brain struggled to comprehend her own restrained fantasies. Luna reared her head back, tongue slurping its way out of Mirana's gasping mouth, the priestess’ own appendage hanging loose from her rubbed-raw lips. Luna chuckled darkly, her hands digging into Mirana’s hips.


“Cumming already? Now princess, who gave you permission?” Luna hummed, dragging her fingers up Mirana’s smooth neck, tracing their way around to her chin, before landing on the flat of the priestess’ hanging tongue, and diving down. Mirana immediately suckled at the intruding members, wrapping her tongue around the tips as she refocused her attention on Luna. The pink hearts glowed, those soft orbs holding dark promises of flesh that caused her to quiver in both fear and excitement.


“That’s what you need, isn’t it princess?” Luna pushed her fingers deeper, meeting no resistance from Mirana. The priestess did moan softly however, understanding the implications of Luna’s words. Suggesting she suck off some man’s dick. Perhaps that was what she needed. After all, Luna seemed content to leave her-


“My little princess, so stupid and easily swayed. Does mommy Luna need to protect you all the time?” Luna teased, her deep tones and her outlander accent leaving Mirana a shaking, wet mess. Luna’s nipples brushed over Mirana’s, leaving a trail of pearly milk to drip down her tan skin. Mirana didn’t know why, but thinking of Luna in that way left her wanting. 


Mirana shrieked as Luna’s own fingers sank into her sex, somehow maneuvering around her undergarments without her knowing. She fell forward, head resting neatly in Luna’s collarbone, the rider’s fingers leaving her mouth as a result. Luna gave a soft ‘oh?’ before gently cupping the back of Mirana’s head with her free hand. 


“Oh my, another of your kinks laid bare. Does princess have some mommy issues?” Luna husked, her tongue dragging against the shuddering brunette’s ear, “Are you going to call me that?”


Mirana bit her lip, the rational side of her brain struggling to understand just why Luna was doing this. Just five minutes ago Luna was furious with her. Now she was acting all… 


Mirana squealed into Luna’s pale neck, pressing kisses into tiny licks into the soft skin as Luna curled her fingers and finger-fucked her all-too-ready pussy. Her walls clamped around those dextrous tips, her thighs shaking as the stacked woman fucked, and held her like she was as light as air. Luna’s deep, teasing laughs had left Mirana in a stupor, only able to murmur and moan. 


“Is mommy treating you right, come on, you can tell her.” Luna cooed, her hand gently sweeping around to pull Mirana’s tear-stained face into view, her face already reflecting her ravished state, and it had barely been more than ten minutes of simple finger-fucking.


“L-Luna, why-?” Mirana struggled, stopping short as her eyes flickered stupidly, and her mouth fell open, a choked cry leaving her swollen lips as another orgasm numbed her brain. Her toes curled, and her thighs were attempting to crush Luna’s hand; with no success.


“Because I’m beginning to realize one, very important thing. When I saw you at the door, I truly realized I wasn’t angry at you.” Luna admitted, gently removing her fingers from Mirana’s clenching sex, the latter gasping for air as she was freed from her pleasurable torment. “I was serious when I said I was angry that you betrayed my trust.” Luna sighed, now focused on removing Mirana’s garb, “but more than that, I was frustrated that I had trusted you so much in little time at all.”


Mirana made no attempt to stop Luna’s undressing. Her perky breasts coming into view, and her ass laid bare. The tears streaming down her cheeks were no longer ones wrought by pleasure, but instead of an intense guilt, one she had only felt one in her life before. The rider took a few steps back, standing beneath the shower head once more.


“Luna-”


“I said the safe word. You ignored me.” 


“I-I know… I’m sorry…”


Luna raised a brow, before a humoured smile came into view.


“I’m also angry at myself because I’ve accepted that so easily.” Luna held her arms out open. Mirana felt her heart stop for more than a second, her smile shaky and her steps equally so. Luna wrapped her strong, warm arms around Mirana’s frame, her new height and added muscle leaving the priestess’ feeling somewhat diminished in the ‘power’ territory. And yet… she felt safe. 


“I forgive you. Because I love you too much to be angry with you.” Luna stroked the brunette’s hair, cooing softly as Mirana openly bawled in her arms.


“You should hate me.” Mirana choked, arms tightening around Luna’s back. 


“I love you.” Luna repeated.


“I love you.” Mirana echoed, looking into those violet eyes, unable to tear her eyes away from those searing hearts branded into them.


“Still,” Luna started, hands falling down to take handfuls of Mirana’s ass in her hands. Mirana gasped, and instinctively gyrated back into that possessive touch. “I will tease you for every inch of my body that changed.”


Mirana felt herself be pulled away via her butt, and gave a confused ‘huh?’ before understanding hit her like a sabre. Luna had lifted a full, and leaking breast and urged the teat straight to Mirana’s open lips. The priestess’ eyes locked onto the creamy substance, and without another moment's hesitation, she latched on to the darkened tip.


She felt her slick sex become needy again, finding herself becoming hornier from watching Luna’s face morph to one of vulnerability. One violet eye closed and the other attentively watching Mirana. The priestess stared up to Luna, her tongue swirling around the leaking tit, her teeth finding gentle purchase around the delicate skin.


Luna could’ve sworn she saw stars as Mirana gave her first, experimental suckle. She felt a strange ‘pulling’ sensation from her now gushing nipple as Mirana made a joyful hum, which only made the rider bite her lip harder. She pulled Mirana’s head in deeper, encouraging her princess to take deeper gulps.


‘Here I was teasing her like I was her mommy, and here I am getting off on doing something very motherly!’ Luna internally joked, her own sex wet and ready. She cooed as Mirana took her heavy, pale breast with her hands, and actively began sinking her fingers into it. Luna’s eyes rolled back, a constant flow of pleasure leaked down her thighs, and her heels left the ground as Mirana gratefully accepted all of Luna’s nurturing milk.


Mirana meanwhile, was lost in a sea of pleasure. What was strange about drinking in Luna’s pearly essence, was that it tasted exactly like regular milk. She’d expected a difference in flavour, and yet there was none. What she hadn’t expected, and was somehow less strange than the taste, was how it left her body quivering for more. Every stream of the substance that she swallowed felt like a thousand kisses over her body. It made her warm, and left her mind numb with happiness and pleasure. 


Sadly, with how deeply Luna had pulled her in, she was unable to breathe. She quickly pulled away, forgetting to let go of the delicious nipple and letting the vacuum of her mouth also pull it with a ‘pop’. Luna hissed as a result, her hand reaching out to grab Mirana’s chin and glare down.


“Careful. You still have the other to go, sweetie.” Luna sternly spoke, the tone leaving Mirana in a state of confusion. Which had only led down a slippery slope of pattern recognition and sheer horniness.


“Sorry, mommy.” Mirana absentmindedly mumbled. Luna flushed at the words, and made to speak, but was interrupted by Mirana latching onto Luna’s other waiting breast. Another wave of pure pleasure crashed into both of them, their own hands stroking their needy lips. Maybe Luna had to indulge in the thought she was a little too into the mommy kink. 


Luna didn’t care anymore. Her world had shifted from a proud warrior of the outlands, to the leader of the Moon Rider’s. Now it had shifted again, but it was a road she was completely unfamiliar with. In her heart, she knew she wanted this. The love she felt for Mirana was real. But the ache within her that wondered if there would be yet another betrayal could not be ignored.


Yet, when she stared into Mirana’s eyes as she suckled away at her fat teat, there was a small comfort. She didn’t feel ‘wrong’ in her body per se, just… different. Everything was changing. That was what truly scared her. While it was true her body had become something ‘lewd’ in nature, she also noticed the increase in strength. She looked softer, true, but she could snap a log into half with her bare hands and barely feel like it was an effort to do so. She’d been able to move faster, despite the rather obvious increase in mass. Her senses too were sharper, and her paperwork flew by in half an hour. Rather than the stressful three and a half hours.


And now with Mirana in her arms, groaning and lapping away at her engorged teat as her other hand sank between her legs, Luna knew she felt… better. 


Again the priestess left her breast, albeit much more caring this time. A dumb grin plastered her tan face, traces of milk still in her mouth. She leaned up for a kiss, only for Luna to press a finger to those lips.


“I’m willing to try many things, Mirana. Tasting my own… secretions is not on the menu.” Luna politely let the woman down, pulling her head between her large breasts, and turning the lever for warm water to rain down on them both.


Mirana giggled, giving Luna’s cleavage a litter of kisses, trailing up her slender neck and toward her ear, she whispered, “Okay mommy.”


Luna flushed at the words, but gave Mirana a light slap on the butt, urging more giggles from the priestess. The brunette practically wrapped herself around the rider. Luna smiled, running her hands through brown hair. She felt her heart ache for the woman she so foolishly loved. Fear and love came hand in hand, it seemed. 


Luna closed her eyes, the hearts within them long-since fading. She was content to take in Mirana’s scent, her presence a small comfort in a big, scary world. Luna would, and had, forgiven Mirana. Whether she could forgive-


‘Me?’


Her. Selemene. 


Luna’s smile dropped. The supposed Goddess who’d spoken in her mind, a voice claiming it was Selemene had returned. Seemingly always returning whenever she was trying to fuck Mirana.


‘What do you want?’


‘To offer an explanation.’


‘Out with it.’


‘Mirana thought of her actions as her own. But it was I who had possessed her into forcing both you, and Sagan, into the ritual.’ 


Luna’s eyes flashed. There was a strange weightlessness around her. Floating in a black void that she could not see, filled with air she could not breathe, nor taste or smell. It was cold, but not enough to shiver. Luna lifted her hands, finding them despite there being no source of light. Lights flashed before her, growing closer as timelessness ticked by. Two large crystals sped toward her, one emitting a dangerously captivating green light, while the other hummed with a threatening red. They crackled with raw, unspeakable power, both engaged in a fight that neither could win, an equilibrium that sought to break the unreality around them, and give form.


‘Time is running out Luna. The Final Eclipse may come to pass.’


Fear. Luna felt an unwavering terror grip her heart. She couldn’t breathe, yet her lungs did not burn. She felt her eyes water, but could not feel the tears drifting down her cheeks. Her fingers felt locked in place, and her legs were numb. She wanted to run, unable to clench her fists and fight, already knowing that she would lose.


A tender coolness brushed over her skin. A bright light of pure white enclosed her body, tendrils of softness embraced her body. Luna felt her tears proper, and could not help but shiver in relief; though she didn’t know why.


Was this a vision of Selemene?


‘I am sorry. But if it is this world you wish to live with the woman in your arms, then you must be prepared in the coming years.’


‘For what?’ Luna tried to speak, unable to feel the words passing her lips.


‘The ancients.’ Selemene answered, her light washing over Luna’s eyes.


She blinked from the sudden intrusion to her vision, and felt warmth return as her gaze locked to Mirana. The woman had taken her cheeks in her small hands, and gently kissed her plump lips. In her confusion, Luna pulled away for a moment.


Mirana's eyes shone with concern, “You weren’t answering me. I thought…” 


“My dear princess,” Luna crooned, her smile wide and her eyes as normal as the day she was born. She could feel her assets shrink slightly, her earlier arousal fading away, a strange satisfaction taking her, “You are completely forgiven.”


Mirana recoiled, her shock nearly causing her to completely fall. Without any trouble, Luna caught her with a single arm, and pulled her in tightly. Their height difference was the same, but much of her body had reduced from their ridiculous proportions. She had a brief thought if it related to her milk at all. If she was producing too much, then her body would also grow?


“You changed again.” Mirana whimpered, derailing Luna’s train of thought. The rider hummed, her thick lips still curled in a small smile.


Luna shook her head, “I understand what I have to do. What I’ve been chosen to do,” She gave Mirana a slight peck on the lips, “And I want you at my side. Ever and always.”


Mirana’s mouth hung open, and for what may have been the fourth time that evening, she cried. Her open mouth then shifted to the widest, silliest grin Luna had ever seen.


They held each other under the shower, content to only feel one another’s skin against the other. There was no exploration of kinks in that moment, nor the need to tease or touch, not even to share the most chaste of kisses. No lewd, kinky sex as they washed one another.


They both knew that sort of behaviour was to come.


***


Luna rolled her eyes back as her asshole greedily accepted Mirana’s newest strap-on. Easily the largest toy, and about half the size of Sagan’s own rod, her insides were plowed by an eager Mirana. Pleasure rocked at her body, a bulge visible from her stomach as the flat-head of the silicone toy shoved as deep as it could. 


Since the transformation, her body had grown resilient. Far more resilient than any human at least. The first time her body had been practically shoved apart, her body barely holding together, and most likely healed from the ritual’s conclusion.


Her asshole had retained some looseness from that fateful night, and Luna had found herself able to take in any toy (or fist) without any sort of lubricant. Mirana took to this with surprising eagerness, starting their night off by shoving her face between her fat, wobbly cheeks and eating her out.


Luna groaned, resting her cheek into the soft, feathery pillow, letting her mouth hang agape in a wide smile. She rolled her head back slightly, finding Mirana’s panting, sweaty form struggling to continue.


“Getting tired, princess? Do we need to switch positions?” Luna taunted, flashing her a toothy grin.


Mirana tried to meet her gaze with defiance, but wavered after another half-minute of heavy thrusting. She hilted the toy as far as it could go, giving Luna an impish grin, giving Luna’s cheek a hard slap, causing it to violently jiggle before she withdraw that thick, long toy excavated her anal depths. Luna’s quim splashed on the sheets below, her orgasm tearing through her as the memory of Sagan’s savagery blinked through her in that moment.


Mirana groaned, her finger tracing the gaping hole of her anus, the inside extraordinarily clean. Luna also drew that up to the ritual, keeping any area that could be considered ‘sexual’ clean as possible. She only really showered because the strange, aphrodisiac-like scent she emitted clung to her without it. 


Her train of thought was thrown aside as Mirana’s tongue returned to the fray, lapping away at the soft, sensitive spongy flesh of her ass. Manicured fingers dug into her pillowy cheeks, rotating the sunken flesh, giving a mild amount of stimulation to her already orgasm-ridden sex. 


Luna let the idle kisses and licks continue until she was certain she had feeling return to her toes. She let her hips drop down, giggling as Mirana followed her down with a disgruntled sound.


“We need to do something about you anal fixation.” Luna idly commented, groaning despite her words. Mirana had become voracious for anal sex. Tired as she was, as thrusting away for nearly an hour would leave most, Mirana was determined to continue. Luna had guessed it was to make up for hurting her, despite already being forgiven. Not that Luna was complaining.


Tan hands dug into her fatty cheeks, twisting and squeezing the malleable fat as she noisily swirled her tongue around the creases of her loose ring. Luna’s hummed, content to be on the receiving end. Her room was practically drenched in her sweaty scent, and was likely turning Mirana’s own libido into overdrive. 


“No,” Mirana finally replied, her saliva dripping down onto Luna’s messy hole.  “Mommy’s hole needs to be ravished.” 


Her aphrodisiac scent would explain Mirana’s shameful words. Mirana had latched onto the ‘mommy’ kink hard, with their foreplay starting off with the priestess begging for said ‘mommy’ to give her a good spanking. 


She did give her little princess a few slaps, of course, but it was half-hearted and more to satisfy the crazed look in Mirana’s eyes. Luna grunted, electricity running up her spine as Mirana dove between her soft cheeks again, shoving her lips against her loose ring. Her tongue shoved down as far as it could, as the priestess kissed and slurped her back door.


Luna was extraordinarily thankful she had cleaned herself.


“Fucking… Princess, you don’t have to- no!” Luna couldn’t form words, feeling her pouty lips twist into a broken smile, baring her teeth as her eyes squeezed shut, another anal orgasm travelling through her body. She squirmed, moaning through clenched teeth as Mirana continued to tongue out her inner walls, suckling against her tightened ring as if she was expecting something to come.


Luna did not want to put any thought into that.


She tried to contain her breathless gasps, and force herself to stop twitching as random bursts of pleasure spasmed through her. The rider groaned as she was rolled over, but it turned into a happy hum as Mirana gently laid herself atop her busty form.


“Did mommy like that?” Mirana teased, idly kissing the pale neck beneath her.


“She did.” Luna quietly admitted, her nerves were afire with every delicate touch of her princess’ lips. Her own dabbles in anal pleasure weren’t innocent by any measure, but there’d been large steps in what she’d been able to take. 


Mirana tampered with the straps of the toy around her waist, and managed to throw it carelessly off the bed. Luna knew she’d be wanting to go for another round, but saw the fatigue in Mirana’s own eyes. She fought the urge to masturbate beneath the priestess, not wanting to make her feel like she wasn’t doing enough.


Warm breath washed over her ear, ending a light shiver down her body. She hadn’t noticed Mirana trailing her way up.


“Can I admit something to you?” The priestess whispered, her tone oozing shame and desire. Luna gave a small nod, feeling Mirana’s free hand rest on her hip; still slick with her perspirant.


“I want to do more.” Mirana husked, her hand wrapping around Luna’s wristm and dragging it down between their bodies. Luna gave a teasing smile, turning to face her lover. Mirana sank her teeth into her earlobe, earning a hiss from the rider, who had stopped completely. Her hand was forced down, fingers dipping into her yearning sex, and her next hiss was one of restrained need.


Mirana continued, kissing and nibbling the ear lobe she’d bitten earlier. She let a throaty growl rise, and continued to deeply whisper, “I want others to join us. Like Klein. I’d love to watch suck on your fat tits and fuck you into the mattress. I’ll make sure you’re filled up with his cum.” 


Luna moaned deeply, and felt her face heat up at the memory of Klein’s desperate thrusts and large deposit of semen filling her ass. He’d been nervous last time, but he was also a fast learner. But if Mirana was serious about him filling her up…


Her hand had been pushed between both their hot mounds, with Mirana bringing her own hand back to rest on Luna’s slender neck. Luna involuntarily stroked her soaked petals, unable to contain her still high libido. Violet eyes flickered, her heart shaped irises growing more prominent as the flame of pleasure began to grow. Imaging Klein between her legs, thrusting away with that strained expression, his cock pulsating, moments before cumming his adorable brains out.


Mirana cooed softly, grinding herself against Luna’s flexing hand, her tongue flitting out to trace the crevices of her ear. 


“I want another woman to worship your beautiful ass, and a fat cock between those soft lips…” Mirana continued, her pace growing faster, and her breathing growing more ragged. Luna bit her own lip, with fleeting pleasure wrapping around her body like a pink haze. Her middle digit dove deep in her waiting cunt, brushing against her most sensitive spot. Mirana had tightened their handhold, bringing it inward so it rested next to Luna’s head.


“And after your body is ravished, and you're well and truly satisfied, I want to be the one that will hold you softly. The one you choose to truly love.” Mirana whined deeply, her already heightened arousal taking her to climax, “I want your love all to myself, and to share your lust with whoever you choose…” She whispered, taking Luna’s ear between her lips.


Luna couldn’t contain herself any further. Her hand flexed against Mirana’s delicate lips, driving her soaked knuckles against her clit in a fast grind. Mirana squealed, and her hand clenched against Luna’s as she drove herself against that rough touch. Her own heat was tended to by another finger, driving down and curling against her sweet spot.


Mirana brought herself up and possessively slammed her lips against Luna’s. Luna returned it, content to feel only their lips wrap against another as they came. She understood Mirana’s desire. The need for companionship and love ran deep within her. She feared losing that love. 


Both of them did.


Mirana’s wetness splashed violently as her body spasmed atop Luna, with only her lips clamping down on Luna’s lower one. Her orgasm was explosive, and the grip on her hand was enough to leave her bones creaking. Pale eyes rolled up, the stars hiding within them fading away as Mirana fell against Luna, her body left twitching as she practically passed out.


Mirana went slack against the pale rider beneath. Her lips dragged away from Luna’s, and her death grip shifted to a normal one. Luna sighed, gently laying the brunette against the bed, still somewhat sticky with their sweat and juices. 


Luna didn’t care. It wasn’t exhaustion that fueled her apathy, but more of a desire to cuddle with her little princess; already fast asleep.


Luna brought the smaller woman in, making up for lost time where they hadn’t cuddled. She smiled softly, feeling her arousal dim. Replaced by something just as warm, but slightly… different.


Sleep came easier to Luna that night.


***


“Enjoy your ‘little princess’?” The pale light asked, its tendrils bringing Luna in closer. The rider rolled her eyes, finding little patience for the Goddess. She served her, yes, but Luna didn’t seek her out, and was instead chosen. 


“What are the ancients?” Luna asked, purposefully evading Selemene’s question. The light shimmered, an emotion that tickled Luna’s skin.


“You have always been one to face the problem directly.” The light laughed for a moment, fading away just as the playful shimmer faltered. Luna waited for an answer, only wishing to rest with Mirana, instead of stuck in the sleepless, unfeeling void she was trapped within.


“They are the corruptors.” Selemene finally answered, “They are neither benign nor malignant, nor do they care for the beings of this cosmos, only for what these beings can do for them. The great enslavers.”


“And they’re coming here?”


“To lay conquest on its inhabitants. Too take other lives for their own armies. In their ageless conflict.”


“What am I to do then?” Luna huffed angrily, “Because if you want me to fight them, then I’m fairly certain I’d lose against them if they’ve been fighting an ‘ageless conflict’.” Luna crossed her arms over her fat chest, a result of the transformation the being holding her was responsible for. Her teeth clenched at the reminder, “This body is stronger, sure, but how am I really supposed to fight them? The only thing these are good for,” She grabbed both of her substantially sized tits in both hands, shaking them condescendingly, “Is having some pretty awesome sex! I mean, what, are you expecting me to seduce others into fighting for me?!”


The light was silent. After a few minutes of silence, Luna’s anger burnt away and she was left to stare at the light blankly.


“Really.” Luna sighed in disappointment, resting her hand on her face, “That’s what you want me to do.”


“...”


“I really don’t like you at the moment.”


“Mirana was okay with it.”


“Yeah, well, Mirana isn’t secretly a lewd deity that messes with people's bodies.”


“Are you that against having sex with other powerful beings like yourself?”


“Only because you want me to…” Luna grumbled, “Could you not have, I don’t know, given me some magical powers instead of,” she shook her boobs again, “these?”


“... I also like watching.”


Luna stared at the light with a terse expression, “I’m ready to wake up now.”

“I figured.”



