Chapter 2 - Worship Luna's Moon

Tags: [Lesbian][Luna - F][Mirana - F][Luna domme][Mirana sub][More romantic stuff][More BDSM play][Consensual] lots of [Clean Anal play][Rimming][Toys][Slapping]



Greetings! I’ve had a lot of positive reception to this story, and so I’ve decided to add another chapter.  Thank you for all your comments, it really made my week!



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“You want me to take the lead next time?” Luna suppressed a yawn, doing her best to pay attention to Mirana’s rambling. They’d been riding since midday and the sun was still above the horizon, warm orange light spilling through the trees. Despite the sun being out, it was still cold, which wasn’t unusual for the last month of autumn. It may even snow in the coming weeks.


Mirana coughed into her hand, looking quite flustered. Luna didn’t know why the priestess was, it was her that brought up the conversation in the first place. 


“Yeah. If that’s okay?” 


“It is,” Luna said slowly, “Though I am simply compelled to ask why?”


“Well I had thought about it on the way here and, well, last night we didn’t really discuss what we were going to do. We just kind of did it. Then I started slapping you around, calling you names and I think maybe I had taken it a bit too far, and—”


“Mirana, love, you’re babbling.” Luna interrupted, making the priestess laugh nervously.


“Sorry, it’s just that, you’re really pretty,” Mirana shyly complimented.


Sensing a prime opportunity to embarrass the poor girl, Luna smiled kindly, eyebrows raised in intrigue, “Oh?”


“Your eyes are so pretty,” Mirana rushed, “I’ve never seen anyone else but you with such vibrant eyes.”


“You flatter me.” Luna was quite fond of her eye colour. But the compliments would have to be put on hold, she could see a building, just past a few of the thicker trees, “I believe we’re—”


The priestess prattled on, ignoring Luna, “And you’re so pale, you glow in the moonlight, it’s hard to look away.”


“Mirana.”


“And the way your ass moves when you stomp away.”


“Mirana!” Luna flushed, not needing to hear anything about her behind.


“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to—”


“Your compliments and ogling are appreciated, and we will focus on them later, however,” Luna gestured to the temple. It’s once pristine, white walls were now a dull grey, covered in vines and moss. The shrine’s walls were broken, ugly vines twisting through, with overgrown weeds twisting around through cracks in the stone. The riders came to a stop, standing in a worn down courtyard.


“One of the shrines of Selemene.” Mirana whispered in a mixture of awe and sadness.


“It’s seen better days.” Luna dismounted Nova, gently scratching her ears, “Lay down, Nova. You’ve earned your rest.”


Mirana followed suit, silently encouraging Sagain to lay down, who did so only after nuzzling Nova’s head. Luna removed her helmet, wiping the small amount of sweat collected on her brow.


“It would have,” Mirana finally answered.


“Hm?” Luna perked up, “What would have?”


“Seen better days.” Mirana softly repeated, holding her hands in front of her stomach, “I wonder why it was abandoned. The high priestess would not tell me, though I believe it’s because not even she knew.”


Luna furrowed her brow, the high priestess was quite old, bordering on just past seventy. For her to not know was hard to believe, unless this shrine fell a long time ago. Even still, there was enough time between then and now to take it back, or even salvage anything from whatever caused it to be abandoned.


The moon rider shrugged, finding answers wasn’t her problem. Being Mirana’s bodyguard was, “Perhaps we will find out,” Luna answered, “and if not, we could always restore it.”


“That’s why I asked to come here. To find out if this place is even worth the effort,” Mirana sighed, a dejected expression on her face. “I hope there is.”


“As do I, love,” It wasn’t entirely true, but seeing Mirana visibly cheered up was all Luna needed. Mirana leaned in to kiss Luna on the cheek. Luna smirked as those lips smooched her, and interlocked her fingers with Mirana’s.


“You’re sweet when you care.” Mirana teased, taking steps forward bringing Luna along with her. The moon rider looked away, interest piqued by a large, vine covered statue of Selemene overlooking the broken courtyard.


“I always cared.” Luna said offhandedly.


“You’ll make a woman blush, Luna.” Mirana giggled, giving Luna another peck.


“Don’t be so sure, brat.” 


“Ah, and like that you’ve killed the mood,” She dramatically cocked her chin up, pulling her hand out of Luna’s grasp, and pressed the back of it against her forehead, “if only only warriors knew how to treat a woman. Alas, they only know crass words and solve problems through force.”


Luna took Mirana’s wrist in hand, and wrapped an arm around Mirana’s waist. Luna grinned into Mirana’s star filled eyes, leaning in for a kiss. Mirana feigned a gasp, mumbling something about how Luna was a ‘savage warrior’, but leaned in to return the kiss anyway. 


Luna released her, and walked off, her grin widened as she glimpsed at Mirana’s confused expression.


“I apologize,” Luna deadpanned, laying on thick sarcasm, “I do not know how to treat a lady, I am a barbarian.”


“I— You!” 


Luna chuckled as Mirana stuttered out word after word.


“Jokes on you,” Mirana shouted, taking a victorious tone, “I can see your ass jiggling all over the place from here!”


Luna looked over her shoulder, and winked, “Seeing is all you’ll be getting with that attitude, love.”


The moon rider walked up the staircase into the shrine, Mirana following behind. Luna purposefully rolled her hips from side to side with each step, knowing Mirana’s eyes were on her most feminine feature. Luna herself could feel each exaggerated step send her ass jiggling under her skinsuit, giving Mirana as much of a view as she wanted. Maybe she’d smother Mirana’s face with it, the next time she had the chance.


Luna bit her lip, wondering if she’d really go through with taking the lead. 


‘Would Mirana really be okay with that though?’ Luna thought, her hand coming up to rest on her chest plate, ‘she fell into the dominant role quickly, I don’t think she’d be a very patient or subservient.’


“Then simply teach her subservience.”


Luna blinked, wondering where that stray thought had come from. She didn’t have standing before a large, circular pond filled with moss and filthy water. The smell wasn’t nauseating, but it was definitely not pleasant.


“Ugh, this place is disgusting. It would take a lot of work to restore this place for Selemene.” Mirana coughed, the smell getting to her more than Luna, who nodded on absentmindedly. 


“We should find a room to rest in tonight, preferably with an intact ceiling.” Luna said.


“Ah, I would assume any of the beds and furniture inside are rotted through. Would be no good to sleep on them.”


Luna stretched her arms above her head, making small grunting noises, “I’d best get to work then. Start throwing things out, empty a room and use Selemenes power to purify the room.”


“Why not purify the beds?” Mirana asked, an eyebrow raising.


Luna chuckled, scratching her freckled cheek, “Ah, purify is my word for ‘using moonfire’, so I guess I will?”


“We have very different definitions for purify,” Mirana hummed, “You wouldn’t set the room on fire too?”


“Shouldn’t do.”


“Well make an effort not to,” Mirana grinned, “You have a tendency to be an uncaring brute.”


“Careful with your tone, princess,” Luna smirked, heading into the shrine itself.


“Make me.”


Luna smirked, keeping that line in her mind for later.


***


Luna wiped the sweat off her forehead with an exhausted groan. She’d picked out this room in particular because, unlike other rooms, there were no holes in the ceiling, and it had hardly anything inside. Before her removaling session, there was only a single bed, a few drawers and a bookshelf filled with ruined books, most of the wood was rotted through and the bed itself was covered in mould.


She’d taken everything outside and moonfired it out of existence.


Luna didn’t bother cleaning out a space for Sagan and Nova, they’d be fine to sleep together outside. They preferred to be outdoors regardless, and tonight would be a clear sky, thankfully. Mirana, and many of the other priests, enjoyed nights when the skies were clear, and the stars littered the sky. But most importantly, clear skies with the full moon in the sky. 


Luna knew tonight would be a full moon, and expected Mirana to spend time praying. 


“She’ll be praying to your moon alright.”


Luna’s hands ran over her ass, her fingers sunk into the skinsuit into the malleable flesh. She blinked at the, frankly heretical, thought. The moon rider didn’t know why, but ever since she’d entered the grounds, her body felt more sensitive. She had even flaunted her assets and teased Mirana earlier. Her thoughts too were addled by a strange lust, idle comments or daydreams involving Mirana.


Maybe it had to do with her period of loneliness, never engaging in sexual activities with others. 


“Hah…” Luna breathed out a moan, her fingers gripping her fat cheeks and spread them, imagining it was Mirana back there, spreading her open and—


Luna bit her lip, breaking her from another invasive daydream. She stepped outside the room, ready to retrieve their items from the still resting Nova and Sagan, though she assumed they’d like to stretch their legs and wander around the shrine themselves.


Luna had also gone through the trouble with fixing up a bathroom, only to have somewhere appropriate to relieve themselves. The mirror inside was broken, but the plumbing was mostly intact, and the water flowing through the taps wasn’t slimy green, which was a relief. But cleaning both these rooms was tiring on their own, and Luna was sure Mirana’s own tasks were taking as well.


She walked back outside the entrance, and was surprised to find the pool waters crystal clear. The purifying power of the moon priests wasn't anything to scoff at, apparently. Though Luna was aware of the priesthood's prowess in fighting. The world they inhabited was a strange and dangerous place, and even clerics and priests learned to combat the darkness of the world.


A choked cry had her blood freeze. Luna broke out into a sprint, rushing down the ravaged hallway, looking into each room as she passed. The sniffled cries stopped as she turned around the corner, no doubt Mirana had heard her stomping boots and tried to quiet herself. 


Luna rushed past the room Mirana was in, and had to grab onto the doorway hinge, and saw Mirana’s kneeling form. She slowly walked in, her breath light and her blood rushing from her quick beating heart.


“It was a nursery,” Mirana cried and slow reached forward, her shaky hand brushing dirt off the crib rail, “Where the faithful would come to deliver children, with the blessing Selemene.”


Luna approached Mirana’s kneeling form, her hand gently resting on her shoulder.


“What happened here? Were they attacked?” Mirana quietly asked, “Did the children—”


Luna swooped down, arms wrapping around Mirana in a tender hug. Mirana leaned back into her embrace, holding her choked breath back, small droplets of water falling onto Luna’s arms.


“What happened here, happened longer than we can even our elders can recall. There’s no point dwelling on this past, Mirana,” Luna let her arms slacken, letting Mirana turn around. It hurt Luna to see Mirana’s tear stung eyes, her puffy cheeks and red nose. The moon rider took Mirana’s hands into her own, and soothingly whispered, “Focus on what we can do now, my love.”


They stayed there for some time, but Luna didn’t care. She held onto her lover tightly, stroking her hair as she cried. 


They stayed there until Mirana was ready to leave.


***


“I’ve done all I can by myself today,” Mirana spoke up, far less upset than before, “The pool out the front is clear and devoid of any plant life, if you wish to clean yourself within it. We can restore this place, but we’ll need more priests to upkeep these blessings. I think we haven’t managed to do so with constant attacks on our borders, but lately the fighting has quietened down.” 


Luna hummed in agreement, her patrols had been less entertaining, “Should we begin returning to the temple tomorrow and inform the high priest?” Luna asked, setting out both their bedrolls next to one another in the emptied out room. 


“Yes, It’ll take more than just us to clean this place out in a decent time frame.”


“Very well, I’ll ready our bedrolls, if you wish to wash yourself first.” Luna suggested. Mirana perked up, opening her mouth, but the words died on the tip of her tongue, nodding softly instead.


A few minutes passed by, the bedrolls spread out, and Luna’s armour delicately laid out beside her bag. Luna looked down, wincing as she touched her chest. 


“Mirana really did a number on them.” Luna mumbled to herself.


“Then simply repay her rough touch.”


Luna perked up, eyes glancing side to side. She wasn’t sure if that was really her voice anymore, but Selemene hadn’t acted out to warn her of any malicious entities. 


“Unless it is not malicious at all?”


Luna shot up to her feet, “Show yourself!”


“Um?” 


Luna spun around, face to face with Mirana in her sleep wear. She wore an adorable set of midnight blue pyjamas with long pants and a button-up shirt with long sleeves. There were crescent moons stitched on all over them, and the occasional smiling kitten’s face. Her breasts weren’t supported by a bra, and pushed the fabric in a lewd fashion, the outline of her nipples very visible.


Luna gathered herself quickly, doing her best to keep eye contact, “Did you hear that?”


“I heard you yell, yes,” Mirana slowly put her clothes next to her bag, “But I assume you meant something else?”


“Yes, a voice. Like it’s my voice speaking in my mind, but not my true thoughts.” Luna explained, warily looking around her.


Mirana cocked her head sideways, “Has Selemene warned you of any danger?”


“No, Selemene hasn’t.”


“Then there’s no problem then.”


Luna blinked dumbly, “What?”


“Our Goddess isn’t exactly a passive entity, Luna. She may not directly intervene in any physical issue, but mental or spiritual dangers she does her best to dissuade. Not to mention we’re in a shrine dedicated to her.”


“But to put that much faith in her, when her temple is this desecrated.” Luna bit her lip, Mirana’s words putting some level of comfort in her.


“The temple wears down from nature and time, something not even Deities can contend with. Yet, we have not found any wild animal, or savage tribe taking this place for their own.”


“The threat could be spiritual, in which case-”


“Luna,” Mirana took the moon rider’s hands into her own, “I don’t mean to argue with you. If you believe we are in danger, then do what you can. Hear the voice, discern its nature. But don’t trust whatever this ‘voice’ tells you until you know if it can be trusted, just that,” Mirana hummed thoughtfully, then clicked her fingers, “just take what it says with a grain of salt, okay?”


“Right.” Luna nodded, settling down back to her bag.


“We’ll only be here for the night, love, if there’s any issue then we’ll return with more priests to purify the land.”


“As you should. It has been too long since this place has seen beauty.”


Luna ignored that. Whatever entity this creature was, could easily be taking their side on the matter to trick her. She crossed her arms, closing her eyes and held a frown, waiting for the voice to speak up again, only for total silence to take the room.


The moon rider shook her head, content with her own mental privacy, and opened her backpack. She rummaged through her pack, her hand grazing along the secret compartment.


She paused, feeling her private items on the back of her hand. Luna looked over her shoulder, finding Mirana playing with her own pack. Luna nodded to herself, and quickly unzipped one of the hidden pockets. 


Inside were only a few sexual toys, two dildo’s of varying sizes, a gag, a butt plug, anal beads, lubricant and even a chastity belt. Though, the chastity belt was designed to be worn by a woman, as a large dildo was fused into the material from the inside, so that she could at least be entertained on shorter, less dangerous patrols.


Which may explain why she would get far more agitated when speaking to Mirana after two hours of mild stimulation, followed by an hour of staring at (and fantasizing about) Mirana. 


The priestess in question made a small noise, sending a shock through Luna’s body. The moon rider looked over her shoulder, finding Mirana brushing her knotty hair, making frustrated hisses every time the brush snagged. 


Luna smiled fondly at the sight. It had been a long day, and they spent most of it cleaning out a single room just so they could rest in it for the next few days, Mirana earned some ‘her’ time.


“Haven’t you earned it as well?”


Luna sighed at the voice’s return, only this time she didn’t feel the need to question or argue with it. Had Luna not earned herself some time to try and seem more ‘womanly’? In fact, she found she was agreeing with it. She shook her head, and her gaze fell back down to her pack. Luna rummaged around to another pocket, a collection of makeup stashed away. Sure, she was a warrior, and there wasn’t much point to wear something that would smudge away from blood and sweat. Luna simply had it because they were gifted to her, most of them unused, and maybe wouldn’t suit her naturally pale skin anyway.


She held a few items in her hand, another look over her shoulder at Mirana, the echo of the priestess’ words from that morning in her mind.


‘Could you take the lead, maybe, next time?’


Luna steeled herself, picking out a few items, and stealthily wrapped a few toys in another low cut shapewear suit, one she wears under her warrior skinsuit, and made her way to the door.


“Where are you going, Luna?”


Luna stopped in her tracks, hand on the door handle, and looked over her shoulder.


“I’ll be back shortly, love, I’d like to bathe privately,” Luna stressed, waiting for Mirana to close her excited mouth. Mirana pouted playfully. Luna chuckled, biting the corner of her lip.


“Be ready for me to,” Luna tried to give her best sultry expression, and winked, “take the lead. When I return.”


Mirana’s face flushed red with a wide eyed expression, an excited smile on her plush lips, and nodded slowly. 


Luna stepped through the door, satisfied with the reaction. She had a feeling this was going to go—


***


Poorly. This was going to go poorly.


Luna stared into the broken bathroom mirror. She was completely naked, freshly washed and dried. She’d applied a light amount of royal purple eye shadow, which now matched the same colour of her lips, painted with the lipstick Mirana borrowed last night. She wasn’t quite sure how eyeliner was supposed to work, and nearly screamed her head off on several occasions when her eyes flickered, and tried to fix up smudges by flicking it upward on the outer sides of her eyes, like two triangles curving through the eyeshadow.


Luna looked down, closing her eyes.


“This was stupid.” She grit her teeth, reaching for a sponge to wipe it all away. Her hand paused, looking at her long fingernails. She’d used nail polish on them just a minute ago, and wasn’t bothered with her makeup at the time. Now that she was all done, she’d return, and Mirana would see her.


Besides, she actually liked the baby blue nail polish, and trying to use the sponge now would ruin her careful work. 


‘Would Mirana even care?’ 


If she did care, then it would make Luna self-conscious. Mirana was the one with more experience with ‘ladylike’ appearances. If she didn’t care, then Luna would have gone through the effort for nothing. Both answers made her nervous. 


Luna trailed her arms down her body, noting the amount of muscle over her body. She wasn’t bulging with muscle or anything, but the only softer parts of her body were on her chest and ass. Even then, her breasts weren’t exactly impressive, and her ass made her feel strange. She didn’t feel very like she was very ‘womanly’, and while that never bothered her in the past, it was certainly bothering her now. 


Mirana was the cause. Luna wanted to look attractive, or at the least more feminine, for the priestess. She trailed her fingers over her abdominals, a defined six-pack, ghosting the motions Mirana had done last night. Luna wondered if Mirana liked her muscly body, and the thought helped her relax slightly.  


Luna looked into the broken mirror, then sighed despondently, her eyes trailing over to her blue bodywear, a few toys revealed. 


Luna waited a few minutes more, staring at her nails, debating whether or not to clean her face off. She wasn’t entirely sure, there wasn’t a definite answer, and it she’d hid away for so long. Mirana was no doubt getting impatient by herself. 


“There’s no need to be afraid. Not when you’re with her.”


Luna flushed, a heat rising from her loins. She brought her fingers up, and was confident that her nails were actually dry. She nodded to herself and picked up the anal beads with a small gulp, the flush on her face glowing a deeper shade of red. She’d not admit it, unless Mirana was slapping her around, but she loved playing with her other hole. 


Mirana had a small, nervous grin, applying lubricant to her hand as if it were a practiced motion. She delicately ran her other hand down her back, taking a full, bubbly cheek in one hand, and slowly spread it out. She closed her eyes, cooing as she felt her anus stretch slightly from the action.


She’d always made sure to clean herself quite vigorously down there, and didn’t hesitate to rub her lube covered fingers against her tight ring. She gasped, feeling that cool liquid contrast lovely with her heated backside. She applied a bit of pleasure, moving her finger in small circular motions, and forcibly relaxed that tight ring of muscle. Soon, pleasure started to curl through, and she bent over the sink, keeping herself up with only her core muscles. 


The fingers sinking into her ass cheek mimicked the movements of the other, rolling her delightfully large ass, slightly stimulating her slowly wettening slit. She pulled her finger back from her anus, applying another squirt of lubricant to two of her fingers. 


They returned to her ass, only instead of applying an amount, she slowly applied pressure. Without much resistance at all, the first few digits of her fingers were taken in. 


“Oh, Goddess.” Luna moaned. It was always like this when it came to anal pleasure. She always felt guilty, and wrong, when she did this. Who found pleasure from this?


“You do, and there’s nothing wrong with pleasuring your body. It’s your right to pleasure your  own body.”


Luna nodded, lightly thrusting her fingers in and out. She’d take them out, apply more lubricant, and get right back to it, ensuring a comfortable entry. Even if she found pleasure in the act, the last thing she needed was pain to break her out of it, especially so far from a healer.


She lost track of time, and lost track of her own thoughts, losing herself by thrusting into her asshole with lubed fingers, sinking four into her stretched ring. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she had to force herself to stop. Her legs shook, and her breath ran ragged. She was incredibly horny. 


She weakly grabbed the anal beads, a series of eight, black balls that got bigger the closer they got to the handle, and applied more lubricant to each ball. The balls themselves had an inch of space between one another, and was held together with a flexible piece of silicone. Luna sighed, pressing the first ball, no larger than the tip of her pinky, inside, meeting no resistance. She continued to slip in ball after ball, finally finding issue with the sixth. Luna had to resist the urge to bite her lip, and risk ruining the royal purple coating, her eyes rolled into her head as her asshole swallowed the ball in.


‘Two to go.’ Luna grinned stupidly, readying the next one in. She took deep breaths, urging herself to relax. The ball was halfway in, and Luna’s eyes fluttered, a small whine leaving her lips. A deep gasp left her as it was taken in, her knees shook and she had to grasp the sink to stop herself from falling down.


“One more. Just think of how delicious it would be when they’re taken out?”


The voice was teasing her, but Luna didn’t care. It was right. She wanted Mirana to stare into her with shocked eyes, to see her depravity for what it was as she pulled out ball after ball. Luna would have lost her mind if Mirana spanked her last night, shouting obscenities and revealing her anal cravings in the heat of the moment, causing no end of shame inside her.


She didn’t have to be afraid anymore, if Mirana really loved her. Luna shakily grabbed the final ball, just a bit smaller than her clenched fist, and started pushing. She struggled at first, her anus at maximum capacity. Still, she pushed back against it, forcing herself to relax, her knees nearly falling out from under her from how hard they shook. 


Luna misjudged her strength, and instead shoved the whole thing inside herself at one. Only, there was enough lube to spare her any pain. If anything, the nearly instantaneous action had her squealing. Her cunt was soaked, and she dropped to her knees, doing her best to keep her hands away from rubbing her delicate flower.


“Fucking, fuck!” Luna swore aloud, then clenched her teeth together, hoping Mirana hadn’t heard. The handle of the beads was neatly pressed between her generous ass. Luna took heavy breaths, feeling the balls moving with every movement. She tried to stand up, and shivered as the largest ball tried to escape, only to fail. 


Luna shivered, feeling so full. She took both ass cheeks in her hands, and lifted the weighty fat. They wobbled as she dropped them, clapping noisily, and her sensitive asshole tightened. Luna groaned, eyes flickering as pleasure infected her mind.


“Time to show Mirana.”


Luna quickly washed her hands, drying her hands off with a towel, and made a mental note to wash it off well the next change she got. She picked up her baby blue bodywear, putting in and sighing as it pushed her ass cheeks together, teasing her sensitive ring.


She picked up her bottle of lube, and gave one more look into the mirror. The woman in the mirror seemed different to her. Attractive and ready in her own way, ready to take Mirana in her arms and tease orgasm after orgasm out of her.


She gave herself a sultry grin, and blew a quick kiss.


Everything was going to be alright.


***


Luna opened the door, sauntering inside and finding Mirana laying on her front, facing away from her, reading the book Luna brought with her, and was reading last night.


“I didn’t know you had such naughty tastes, Luna,” Mirana teased, still not looking back, “A woman between a husband and a wife? Oh, and the wife is eating out the woman’s behind. How interesting.”


“She yearns for your strong touch, Luna. She knows the halting word, play to her weaknesses.”


Luna’s grin dropped, falling to a neutral gaze, dropping the plastic bottle of lubricant to the side, still not earning Mirana’s attention. The moon rider approached Mirana from her side, standing above her.


Mirana had a sly smirk, but it quickly fell off as she looked up at Luna’s face. 


“By the Goddess,” She whispered in awe, the book quickly forgotten, “Luna, you have make—”


“Stand up, princess,” Luna ordered, her violet eyes piercing into Mirana’s soul, “I’ll be inspecting you, now.”


Mirana wordlessly stood up after Luna emphasised that last word, her jaw still dropped. Luna hummed, her hands trailing out to take Mirana’s into hers.


“You recall our safe word?” Luna smiled gently, thumbs circling around the back of Mirana’s hand.


“Yes, but, Luna you have makeup!” Mirana excitedly scanned her face.


“You like it?” Luna asked, doing her best to mask her shyness, releasing Mirana’s hands and circling around her.


“I love it,” Mirana grinned, her head following Luna’s moving body, “And your nails are so cute, and your bodywear is so sexy, and—”


As Mirana’s head flipped to the other shoulder, Luna’s expression immediately flipped back to a neutral line, her eyes transforming to judgmental. Her hand shot out and grabbed the button-up shirt, pulling Mirana in face-to-face. Mirana gasped at the sudden mood shift, staring into Luna’s piercing eyes, far more present in colour with the added purple eyeshadow.


“Silence and stillness, princess, you are being inspected.” Mirana growled slowly, her hands picking each of Mirana’s buttons. The priestess could do nothing but stand with her arms glued to her sides, button after button was undone slowly. 


The last button undone, and Luna pressed her hands against her smooth stomach, only a thin layer of fat underneath that wonderfully tan skin. Luna sighed in disappointment, tutting and gently shaking her head from side to side.


“You haven’t been keeping a proper exercise schedule, princess.”


“What?” Mirana asked in a small voice.


“Your stomach is smooth, not a single muscle in sight. Do you know what that means?”


Mirana shook her head, curiosity and anticipation in her eyes.


“You aren’t fit to be a warrior.” Luna said simply.


“What does that—”


“Nor do you have the discipline to remain silent when your betters are speaking.” Luna’s eyes intensified, her voice turning darker. Mirana quickly shut up with a small squeak, her falling inward and head tilting down.


“How could I allow you to stand next to me as a lover, if you could not stand next to me like a sister in battle?” Luna continued, “Were you to be in danger, it would fall to me, to save you. What if I was in danger, what could you do?”


Mirana instantly tried to answer, but gasped as Luna roughly grabbed both her arms and pushed them behind her back, pressing her sensitive body against the princess’ bare skin. With one hand, she held Mirana’s wrists together, who was actively trying to wrench herself free, and with the other, Luna pulled Mirana’s sleeves down her tan arms.


“You cannot even escape with only one of my hands.” Luna huffed, releasing Mirana’s wrists, and simultaneously took off her midnight blue shirt, in one clean motion. 


Mirana’s chest rose up and down with every quick breath, her face flushed in either arousal or embarrassment. Luna preferred to think it was both. Mirana took a step back, inviting Luna to take a step forward.


“Do you cower before me, princess?” Luna’s tone took a light tilt, her eyes turned predatory with a slowly widening smile.


“Luna I—”


Another shaky step back from Mirana, with Luna confidently striding closer to the princess.


“Afraid that I will make you?” 


“I’m—!”


Mirana’s back hit the wall she gasped. She looked over her shoulder for a fraction of a second, and Luna swooped in, taking Mirana’s wrists and lifted them above her head.


“That I’ll make you scream from under me?” 


Mirana was panting now. Each breath was a tantalizing movement from those plump breasts. Luna leaned in, her head tilting as she looked between Mirana’s eyes and thick lips. Mirana understood, and her lips parted slowly, star filled eyes slid shut, waiting for Luna’s kiss—


That never came.


“Keep your eyes closed, princess.” Luna ordered, stepping away from Mirana.


“Why? Is it because—” Mirana started up her snark, but kept her eyes closed despite her yammering mouth. Luna frowned.


“And must I repeat myself?” Luna held Mirana’s chin, “I will have silence, princess, or else.” Luna warned, shutting Mirana up with a gulp. Luna smirked, standing in silence for only half a minute. Mirana hadn’t made a word, standing against the wall.


“I will teach you the value of patience, princess.” Luna began, making her way over to her pack, pulling out the dildo and chastity belt combination.


“Step away from the wall, and undress your pants, princess.” 


Mirana did so, slowly dragging her pyjama bottoms down her long, tan legs. Luna felt her mouth go dry, unsurprised that Mirana had decided to go without underwear, apparently having her own plans tonight.


Luna quietly crouched in front of Mirana, suppressing a groan as the beads within her shifted. The moon rider held her breath, bringing her head just before the priestess’ delicate lower lips, and let her hot breath wash over it.


Mirana sighed, small goosebumps visible on her thighs. Luna smirked viciously, her hand shot out and grabbed a squishy thigh. Mirana straightened out, her shocked gasp filled the room.


“You fail to be silent,” Luna growled, delighting in Mirana’s wince, a sharp breath followed as Luna’s hand trailed down from the priestess’ thigh, fingers trailing over her knee and around her ankle, “Lift your foot, princess.”


Mirana complied, and luna carefully slipped the chastity belt around that ankle. Luna quickly followed with the other ankle, and slowly lifted it up. Mirana was already breathing heavily, anticipation written on her face, as clear as the full moon.


Her lips opened wide into a silent gasp as the dildo pressed into her wetness, controlled by one of Luna’s hands.


“You will learn patience, princess.”


The head of the silicone toy slipped inside, and Mirana had to grit her teeth to stop the whine in her throat. Mirana pulled the rest of the chastity belt up, the six inch dildo fully inside the priestess. Luna brushed her cheek against Mirana’s own, lips next to her ear.


“Enough to stimulate, but never enough to pleasure.” Luna whispered, causing a tremble through Mirana’s body. Luna ran her fingers tips down Mirana’s shoulders and arms, taking Mirana’s hands into her own.


“I would’ve rewarded you, if you had done as you were told before, princess,” Luna husked quietly, earning another sharp breath, a whine ghosting from Mirana’s lips, “If you had stayed silent, a deep kiss would’ve awaited you, and I’d let you control the pace.”


Luna let another hot breath out on Mirana’s lips, which trembled, the priestess’ head tilting upward instinctively.


Luna brought Mirana’s arms straight up, then let go, “Keep your arms steady, do not lower your elbows below your head, princess,” she ordered, delighting in the way Mirana’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “You are free to move your feet or legs, but not your arms. They must remain still.” Luna gently ordered, trailing her fingers down Mirana’s arms, curling around to tickle her collarbone, and hold her cheek.


Mirana nodded, her expression softened at Luna’s touch.


“I will time you, princess. Keep your arms up for five minutes, and then I will give you your reward.” 


Mirana bit her lip, no doubt in her mind about the task at hand. There was nothing hard about holding her hands above her head. Luna smiled.


“How little she knows.”


“The five minutes start now, princess.” Luna stepped back, leaving Mirana be herself, her chest wobbled in the air whenever her arms twitched. Luna watched those large breasts jiggle and swing.


Luna didn’t bother counting the seconds that passed be. A time limit wasn’t the point of this type of ‘torture’.


Already she could see it, the thoughts that passed behind Mirana’s eyelids, how easy she thought this challenge was. Making her hold her arms above her head was only to give her something to do, the real torture was standing there, doing nothing with a dildo stimulating her insides with every tiny movement of her hips. 


“You’ve done so well, princess.” Luna encouraged, reassuring Mirana of her presence. Mirana straightened up, as though keeping her arms straight was supposed to be endearing.


Luna guessed that two minutes had passed by, and Mirana’s arms were still in the air. Still, it didn’t matter. Luna began undressing, taking off her bodywear, humming lustfully as her ass wobbled, the toy inside her stimulating her slightly. Strings of arousal dripped from her juicy cunt down to her bodywear. 


Luna barely held back from forcing Mirana into her wetness. That would certainly come later.


“That’s it, princess,” Luna cooed, tossing her clothing to the bedroll, “hold on just a little bit longer.”


And hold on she did. Mirana had kept her arms up in the air for five minutes, her eyes still closed, only now with a huge grin on her face. She wiggled her hips from side to side, no doubt frustrated with the lack of movement within her, giving herself any sort of stimulation.


Luna smirked, taking another step back. Now the countdown truly began.


Mirana’s grin fell off as another minute passed, confusion written on her face. Her thighs still rubbed against one another, and her fingers curled and uncurled in the air. 


Luna didn’t make a sound, not daring to move her feet on the floor. Mirana’s ears were honed to pick up the slightest sound, as a priestess of the moon should when being taught to wield the bow.


Mirana opened her mouth, and Luna’s gaze turned predatory. Whatever word Mirana wanted to speak didn’t make it out, instead pressing her plush lips together in a frown. Her thighs rubbed together, the toy inside no doubt making her hornier and hornier. By now, her arms would be tingling with a numb sensation, not exactly hurting, but it wouldn’t be comfortable either. 


The final nail in the coffin was the time frame Luna had given. Doubt was a powerful tool in the grand scheme of things, able to turn even the most certain of characters into a cascade of anxiety or anger. 


In Mirana’s case, it seemed she leaned more toward anxiety. She bit her lip, her hips rolled back and forth, small gasps leaving her mouth. 


Luna wondered what the priestess was thinking.


‘Has it been five minutes? Did I count the time wrong? How long have I kept my arms up and eyes closed?’


But the most powerful question that would’ve crossed Mirana’s mind would’ve been if Luna was still in the room.


Luna never closed the door, and she hadn’t made a sound since taking a step back. Thus, came the crux of Mirana’s dilemma. It was entirely possible that Luna had left the room. Would she risk opening her eyes to see if Luna was still in the room, and be allowed to lower her arms?


Luna started the five minute countdown now, and waited.


Mirana’s breathing picked up, and her arms shook slightly. Luna opened her lips into a circular shape, lowering her hand down to her aching sex, running a finger between her slick lips. Her 
other hand rising up to take a nipple with her gentle thumb and finger.


Mirana’s elbows started to fall, her eyes began to flicker as she tried to sneak a peek. Her eye flickered open, and she gasped, her elbows flicking up.


But it was too late. Luna stepped forward, taking Mirana’s shoulders in both hands.


“Naughty, naughty,” Luna growled, “that gets you a punishment.”
 
“L-Luna I didn’t—”


“Silence,” Luna growled. Mirana winced, her eyes falling away. Luna grabbed her chin, and lifted it up forcefully, staring into Mirana’s eyes, “I know you did. On your knees now, princess.” Luna spat out her title like an insult.


Mirana did as she was told, a pout on her lips and sadness in her eyes, and yet, there was arousal trailing down her thighs. Luna looked down on the priestess in disappointment, doing her best to hide her own excitement.


“Twice you have failed me, both in silence and in patience,” Mirana began, walking around Mirana’s kneeling body, “If you fail a third time, then there will be no reward.”


Luna pushed a foot into the front of the chastity belt, and Mirana’s body curled forward, doing her best to keep silent. Mirana’s face turned red as Luna rotated her heel, her lips trembled, trying to hold back the moans that choked in her throat. 


Luna stared into Mirana’s  tear-stricken eyes with a passive, uncaring look.


Luna stepped off and allowed Mirana air into her lungs. The moon rider turned around, filling Mirana’s vision with her bountiful ass, and bent forward, placing her hands on her knees. Luna let the gentle gasp out of Mirana’s mount slide, no doubt shocked by the small handle peeking out of her ass.


“Princess,” Luna throatily sang, “I need your mouth on my lips. Do not fail me.” she looked over her shoulder, her violet eyes piercing into Mirana’s.


Mirana nodded, leaning down on her hands and knees, and stuffed her face between her cushiony cheeks. Luna groaned happily, feeling Mirana’s mouth get to work on her slit. Mirana noisily licked and kissed, getting as much of Luna’s essence into her mouth as she could.


‘She doesn’t know what she’s doing.’ Luna thought idly, but the enthusiastic worship turned her on regardless. Luna sighed as Mirana’s fingers gripped her jiggling ass, pushing the cheeks into her face, smothering herself.


The moon rider suppressed a whine, Mirana’s nose pressing into the handle of Luna’s beads. She wondered if Mirana thought she had a butt plug, something far less deviant in comparison to what she actually had. 


Mirana was still trying her best, the inconsistent motions of her short tongue didn’t do much in terms of pleasure. But her rotating hands on Luna’s ass made up for it. Luna groaned aloud, letting Mirana know her attentiveness wasn’t going unnoticed. Mirana, in turn, upped her pace, trying to sink her tongue into Luna’s ready pussy, and her fingers spread open her cheeks for Mirana to fully press her face into. 


‘Fuck, I can’t wait anymore,’ Luna moaned, her knees shook as pleasure overtook her. Soon, she’d not be able to stand anymore. She pressed her lips together, looking over her shoulder to see the top of Mirana’s brown locks.


“Princess.” Luna called out. Mirana paused, and reluctantly pulled her hands and lips away to meet Luna’s gaze.


“Are you curious?” Luna asked, her hand sliding down the side of her torso, down to rest on her ass, “Would you like to take it out?”


Mirana bit her lip, nodding with hooded eyes, staring at her ass with desire.


‘Moment of truth.’


Luna looked over her shoulder coldy, hiding the excitement in her voice, “Slowly, princess, pull it out.”


Mirana curled two fingers around the handle, and gave it a gentle pull. Luna nearly doubled over, the pleasure in her ass felt completely different when someone else did this. The first, nearly fist sized ball, slowly came out, making Luna’s loose ring spread far around it. Mirana gasped, her other hand came resting against Luna’s pale orb. Luna herself felt her eyes flicker uncontrollably, pleasure turning her brain to mush with Mirana’s curious and careful tugging.


The ball popped out, but Mirana made the mistake of continuing to pull, and ball after ball came popping out one after the other. Lubricant spilled onto the floor, and Luna’s legs vibrated, slutty moans filled the room as her ass was emptied of that deviant sex toy. 


She came hard, the feeling of her anal gaping was enough to set her off. Her baby blue fingernails dug into her thighs, and her back arched, pushing her ass back toward Mirana’s face.


Luna froze, despite the overwhelming pleasure pulsing through her body and muddying her brain. She’d just shoved her mess of an ass into Mirana’s face. She could feel the princess’ shocked mouth press into her slowly tightening asshole.


Then a tongue traced the loose ring, and Luna’s world exploded. 


‘Nobody’s done that!’ Her mind screamed with joy, and she found it was a miracle that she hadn’t fallen over yet. Mirana took Luna’s pale cheeks in both hands, spreading them as far as they could, and swirled her tongue around again, only ever tracing the outer ring.


Luna’s hand came down on top of Mirana’s head, pushing her in and shaking her hips slightly from side to side. In response, Mirana shook her head and dug the tip of her tongue inside. Luna couldn’t stop the high pitched moans spilling from her purple lips.


“Fuck! Mirana, this is— Ohhhh,” Luna couldn’t finish her sentence, let alone her thoughts. She could feel the flat of Mirana’s tongue lapping at her ass, messily spreading saliva over her pale orbs. Her hole at tightened up, her insides no longer exposed to the world, but it was still loose enough for her tongue to occasionally slip in, only to quickly fall out as she continued licking.


Luna shoved Mirana’s head in deeper, not giving any room for air. Luna shook as the priestess gave her ass a messy kiss, her tongue slipping past puckered lips into Luna’s sensitive hole.


Luna, already barely coming down from one orgasm, fell into another. This time, as her vision blurred, her hands and knees fell to the floor. Mirana didn’t care, still pressing her lips against her backdoor, intent to keep lathering Luna’s asshole with love and spit.


Eventually, Mirana pulled away with a ‘mwah’ and panted heavily, just as Luna was. 


Luna took a heavy breath, reminding herself that she was the lead tonight, and sat up to turn and look at her lover. 


Mirana’s face was a pink mess of her own saliva, dripping down her cheeks and chin onto her breasts. Her eyes were spaced out, and her mouth hung open, letting more trails of saliva out. Luna stood up, trying to still her shaking legs, the pleasure coming from the lower half of her body still messing up her nerves.


“You did such a good job,” Luna husked, taking small steps toward her still kneeling lover, “Worshipping the moon like a good, little, priestess.”


Luna gently cradled the side of Mirana’s head, and pressed a pale cheek into the side of Mirana’s face. Mirana groaned, and closed her eyes, giving the pale orb a lick, followed by slow kisses. Luna hummed appreciatively, stroking Mirana’s face.


“And you’ve learned silence and patience, I see, such a lovely princess,” Luna praised, “You may speak, and ask for a reward. Though, I may not grant it.”


Mirana whined as Luna stepped away, searching for Luna with closed eyes. Hooded eyes met Luna’s, which widened considerably as panic flitted through her.


Luna immediately dropped the persona, ready for Mirana to speak their word.


“May I ask,” Mirana started, her voice small and shy, “Was that clean?”


Luna nodded slowly, already seeing where this was going. She patted Mirana’s head.
“I made sure it was extra clean for my princess,” Luna answered honestly. She wouldn’t have let Mirana go so deep and into it if it wasn’t clean.


“Then I would ask for my reward to be,” Mirana looked to Luna’s backpack, a nervous smile on her face, “could you use your toys while I, um, keep going?”


Luna smiled and slid her hand down Mirana’s cheek, who nuzzled into it, her hand continued through the wetness, and curled around that tan neck tightly. Mirana breathed softly, her smile dropped to an open mouth gasp, slowly standing as Luna lifted her up carefully by the neck.


“Of course, princess,” Luna mocked her title again, taking a step toward the bedrolls, but made sure not to drag Mirana too roughly, “But first, you must lay on your stomach.”


Luna released her grasp on Mirana, only to coax her shoulders down onto the bedroll. Mirana easily complied, and continued to allow Luna to place her tan wrists behind the small of her back. 


Luna reached over to her pack, pulling out her second largest dildo, a thick, studded purple shaft, and eight inches in length, with a pair of silicone balls at the base. She also retrieved one of her belts, it wasn’t something she’d need to wear, but she had it in case she needed a tourniquet. 


She quickly locked Mirana’s wrists together with the belt, the priestess testing it’s give, and didn’t complain if it was too tight. Luna nooded, and roughly grabbed Mirana’s thighs, spreading them far open.


Mirana gasped at the rough motion, and shivered as Luna’s baby blue nails scratched up to her tortuous chastity belt. Luna’s fingers wrapped around the fabric at the waist, and pulled down,  Mirana assisting her by lifting her tan ass into the air. Mirana hummed throatily as the thin, six inch dildo left her slick hole, a strand of juices stuck to the silicone member.


Luna carefully placed it off to the side, and let a hand fall onto her ass.


“What have we learned tonight, my princess?”


Mirana looked over her shoulder, her lidded eyes meeting Luna’s violet. 


“I learned to be patient.” Mirana answered, a sly grin on the corner of her lips. Luna nodded, sliding her hand over the love-heart shaped butt with a feathers touch. Small goosebumps on her skin, risen from anticipation and pleasure.


“And what else?”


“That you like getting your ass eaten ou— Ow!” Mirana squeaked, her sly smile shifted to a surprised gasp. Luna gripped the cheek, a fine red handprint contrasting nicely with her tan skin.


“What else have you learned.” Luna growled, lining up the thick dildo with her sex, pressing the head against it. Mirana hissed, turning her head around and pushed her head into the pillow.


Lun grinned, patiently waiting for Mirana to answer. She knew that the priestess was weighing her options of receiving soft touches, or harsh spanks, depending on her answers. And Luna was all too willing to give her whatever she wanted.


“That I should worship you.” Mirana whispered, looking over her shoulder with longing eyes, her mouth hidden by brown hair.


Luna felt her cheeks heat up, and she leaned down, giving Mirana’s thigh a peck, a faint outline of her lips left in a purple mark.


“Yes, my princess. You should worship me,” Luna slowly pressed another inch of her studded dildo inside, its thickness spreading out Mirana’s love hole deliciously, earning a sigh from Mirana, her star filled eyes rolling into her head for a couple seconds.


“And the last lesson you’ve learned?”


Mirana sighed and shivered as a wave of pleasure flowed through her. Her wrists flexed and her hips shook from side to side, trying to shove more of that shaft inside her. When she didn’t get her way, she kicked her feet up into the air into the bedroll.


“What did you learn, princess?” Luna repeated firmly, her violet eyes flashing in excitement, her other hand rising in the air.


“That you’re a freak in bed—” A hand slapping her ass cut her off with a happy squeal, followed by another and another. Luna’s hand mercilessly came down, the sound of flesh being slapped and high pitched squeals and moans sounded throughout the shrine. Mirana’s feet flew into the air and onto the bedroll in quick succession, her groans eventually stifled by the pillow. 


Luna hands came down, alternating between Mirana’s cheeks with only half a second between them, her tan cheeks turning red and raw as she lay into them with powerful strikes. Every cry and stifled moan only fueled Luna’s savage blows, and every time Luna watched that tanned assflesh jiggle, it only encouraged her to keep going.


Eventually, Luna had to stop before her hands were in the same state as Mirana’s ass. Mirana’s mouth was hung agape, the corners tilted upward in a smile, saliva falling onto the pillow and her eyes were vacant. Ragged breaths left her mouth, tongue spilled uselessly from her open mouth, and tears trailed down.


Luna grabbed a beaten cheek with a vicious grin, “And to think, you were almost rewarded with pleasure.” 


As if emphasising the fact, Luna pushed the dildo in ever so slightly. Mirana quietly whined, trying to roll her hips back into it, only for Luna to pull all of it out, making the priestess gasp at the sudden emptiness.


“Maybe you could earn it by different means.” Luna offered, untying the belt around Mirana’s wrists, lifting her arms above her head, and tied it back around. Mirana dumbly hummed, then squeaked as she was rolled onto her back. She winced in pain as her raw skin was pushed into the bedroll. Luna got onto her hands and knees, settling her hands next to Mirana’s hips, and her knees on either side of her brown hair.


“Show me how you worship me, princess.”


That was all the warning Mirana got, as Luna smothered her face with her large, pale ass. Luna hummed deeply as Mirana’s mouth got to work, her tongue swirling against her asshole with great effort. Luna turned away, and looked at the gushing pussy in front of her. It seemed as though Mirana loved what Luna was doing, making the moon rider smile a little.


“There’s no reason why she should not. Show her that her worship does not go unnoticed, nor without rewards.”


Luna gave Mirana’s inner thigh a deep kiss, marking the tan skin with purple lips. She trailed inward, moaning into each kiss, encouraging Mirana to get messier with her worshipping tongue. Luna spread the priestess’ lower lips delicately, giving her clitoral hood a gentle prod with the tip of her tongue. 


Mirana heavily moaned between Luna’s cheeks, her hot breath sending shivers through Luna’s body. Spurned on by Luna’s touch, Mirana shoved her face deeper into Luna’s ass, more wet kisses and tongue prods met Luna’s rosebud, sending tremors through Luna’s body.


“My chosen subjects often have something particularly ironic, when it comes to worshipping the moon.”


Luna didn’t really register what the disembodied voice meant, only grinning along with it as she laid her own mouth onto Mirana’s sex, nibbling with her lips at her clit. Which sent Mirana into a quivering mess, groans and moans broke through every kiss and lick she gave.


Luna eyed the toy off the side, still attending to Mirana’s own needs, she picked up the studded dildo, and brought it between Mirana’s legs. She continued to eat her out, licking out Mirana’s lower lips, making sure she was properly ready. This turned out to be an unnecessary task, as Mirana was as wet as she could be.


Luna leaned up, pushing her ass into Mirana’s face, completing smothering her head until the only thing the priestess could see, feel, smell and taste was Luna.


“Here’s your reward, princess.” Luna groaned, relishing in how Mirana’s tongue dove as deep as it could inside her.


Luna inserted the first inch of the thick, studded dildo inside Mirana’s needy hole. Mirana herself froze, even her handiwork at Luna’s backside stopped. The rest of the dildo vanished into Mirana in an instant, all eight, thick inches filling her out fully.


Mirana screamed in pleasure, muffled by Luna’s ass. Luna thrust the toy in and out at a rapid pace. Filthy, lewd squelches sounded out from Mirana’s cunt, the studs no doubt stimulating the brunette more than the chastity belt.


‘Although, this one is thrusting in and out of her,’ Luna thought idly, licking her smudged, purple lips as Mirana squirmed and moaned from under her, only managing the occasional rim kiss before being thrown into a mess of pleasure. 


Luna used her other hand to rub at the pussy under her. Small circular motions attacked the priestess’ clit.


Mirana fell deeper and deeper into the pleasure, no longer able to worship Luna, and could only lay back, smothered in ass and getting her tight pussy fucked. Her legs and feet rose and curled, and Luna could hear the fabric around Mirana’s wrists flex and stretch.


Luna lifted her ass up, slowing down her thrusting as she manouvered herself around Mirana to get a better look at her fa—


‘Holy fuck,’ Was Luna’s only thought.


Mirana’s eyes had rolled up, and her tongue was pressed against her chin, a silent scream leaving her lips. Her entire, lower face was drenched in saliva, a testament to how much she worshipped Luna’s ring . Her quivering body showing all the signs of an oncoming orgasm, if she wasn’t already cumming now. Her feet had pushed into the bedroll, her hips lifting up into the dildo.


“Mirana I’m— I’m going to—”


Luna leaned down at Mirana’s side, her mouth hovering over Mirana’s neck.


“Cum.” 


Luna bit into Mirana’s neck soon after. Her order had an immediate effect, Mirana pushed her feet down so hard her body lifted up into Luna’s, her head the only thing to support it, and her silent scream shifted into an actual scream of pleasure. 


Luna slammed the full length of the purple shaft in and out as fast as she could, then pulled the whole thing out, rubbing her fingers on her outer lips. She felt a gush of liquid splash against her rotating fingers. 


Luna felt pride well up inside her, managing to make her lover squirt like that. Though, it did take a lot of denial, and teasing, to even coax such an orgasm out, so it wasn’t all just her handiwork.


Luna rolled onto her knees, and smirked at Mirana’s expression. The priestess’ eyes had rolled so far back that Luna was worried she may hurt herself, her mouth let out panting moan after panting moan. Her gaze trailed down her bouncing breasts, and watched Mirana lift and drop her hips up and down, her knees swaying inwards and outwards.


Mirana eventually flopped back down onto the bedroll, her eyes lidded and panting breaths left her. Luna smiled fondly, noting the wave of exhaustion slowly affecting the priestess.


“I’m proud of you Mirana,” Luna praised, purposefully using her actual name, and ran her hands through the priestess’ hair, letting her come down from her orgasmic high in her own time, “you did so well.”


Mirana hummed, lifting herself up with her elbows, grinning up at Luna “That felt great.” 


“I’m glad,” Luna leaned forward, going to kiss her love, only to meet Mirana’s finger.


“I should, um,” Mirana looked away with a slight flush, “brush my teeth, first.”


Luna tilted her head, and realization hit her like a horse.


“Oh! Yes, of course,” Luna scratched her cheek, “about that, was it too much? You didn’t have to do all that.”


Mirana chuckled, taking Luna’s hand into her own, “I hadn’t put much thought into it before, but when I saw your large behind move toward my face I, I felt I had to go for it and—” There was a large flush on her cheeks, tightened her grip, moved next to Luna’s ear, and whispered hotly “and when I started, I didn’t want to stop.”


Mirana moved back, hiding her face with both hands. Luna’s neck heated up like a blazing flashfire, resisting the urge to pin down the brunette and smother her again.


“Let’s—” Luna squeaked, then coughed into her hand, dropping her voice back down, “Let’s go get cleaned up.”


***


Mirana and Luna held one another in their arms, their shoulders hung below the water of the purified pool. They were held in an embrace, their body warmth keeping the chilly air at bay. Their breasts pressed together, and their hands both lightly fondling the other's ass, kissing softly in the moonlight.


Selemene watched from the darkness, smiling at their blossoming love.


“I love setting up cute couples,” She sighed, knowing Luna, her chosen, had heard her “I’d love to see the children here again. Please fix this place up soon.”


Luna pulled away from the kiss first, a light blush on her cheeks. Mirana looked into her eyes, then pressed her forehead against Luna’s.


“My kinky warrior.” Mirana smiled sweetly.


“My bratty princess.” Luna returned her own cocky grin.









