Chapter 1 - Mirana is a Top?!

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“We’ve been riding since morning, it’s close to dusk now.”


Luna quietly sighed at the voice beside her. The moon rider had been ordered to guard Mirana, a moon priestess, who had been granted permission to revitalize a lesser Shrine of Selemene from the high priestess. Luna wished she was a bodyguard to any other moon priestess. 


Upon learning about her set task, Luna tried to argue with the high priestess that she had to lead the patrol that night. She was instantly shot down and politely informed that she wasn’t in a position to dispute. Luna, begrudgingly, demanded to leave with Mirana immediately, and to keep conversation at a minimum. Mirana had this tendency to goad Luna into arguments, and she did it often. Luna was convinced that the bratty priestess had learned her patrol schedules and waited for Luna to return from them, when the moon rider was extra irritable from chasing off intruders or heretics.


Mirana would ask what had happened, or if Luna was alright, or something equally annoying, when all Luna wanted to do was pray before a decent rest by her lonesome.


“We should let Sagan and Nova rest until midday tomorrow. We aren’t in any rush.” Mirana pressed.


Luna continued to ignore her, despite the fact that Nova had slowed down considerably since dawn. Luna would rather come to her own conclusion than have to listen to the ‘princess’. She let her armoured fingers scratch behind Nova’s ear.


“Can you keep going, Nova?” She leaned down, her accent affecting her vowels like a rough growl, letting her hand feel through the feline’s thick fur. Nova made a rumbling noise that transitioned to a low yawn. Nova let a small smile shine through. “Aye, alright girl.” 


Luna leaned back. “We’ll find shelter and sleep ‘til our mounts are fully rested,” she announced, as though the idea was hers from the beginning.


She heard a scoff next to her, and carried on. They had deviated from the path some time ago, on the border of the Nightsilver Woods, and were only halfway to their destination. Luna took a heavy breath, hoping to have made it further along by now, but a few skirmishes had impeded progress. 


Instead she had to deal with princess’ incessant questions and push for idle talk. Luna shot her down with one word answers and grunts, but still Mirana ran her mouth like it was the most pleasant sound to hear. 


Luna had thought to demand silence, or at least have her stop talking for a time; perhaps then they wouldn’t come across trouble so often. She hadn’t gone through with it though. She wasn’t entirely bothered by Mirana’s company, she simply preferred to hear the ambient sound of the forests around them.


Luna stole a glance at her side, getting an eyeful of Mirana’s form. She still looked as immaculate as she was the morning they’d left. Her traditional priestess garbs were a deep shade of blue and white. Her flowing brown hair fell down her back, the fringe was parted in the middle, and a tiara centred between that part. Luna could see the faint colour of blue eyeshadow above her eyes, drawing her in to those grey irises. She dropped her gaze further, falling onto those soft lips, and lingered. 


‘Soft pillows that speak sweet words, I wish to lay into them with passion and reckless-’


Luna felt the heat rise in her neck, and dropped her gaze, mentally beating the impure thoughts away, only to fall into the trap that was Mirana’s deep cleavage. Every step Sagan, the priestess’ mount, took made those tan orbs bounce hypnotically. Drawing her in like she could rest between them, feeling her hair be brushed by Mirana’s delicate hands.


Luna forcibly tore her gaze away, unwilling to even think about those long, smooth legs. She shuddered, disgust welling up inside her. Mirana must’ve been wearing on her more than she thought. How long had it been since she’d been with another woman that she’d become desperate enough to think of Mirana like that?


She gave Nova an idle head pat, whispering words of encouragement and pride. She looked down at her own body and, unlike Mirana, Luna had sported a few scratches on her armour, and a tear in her skinsuit. She’d suffered a mild wound from that tear, armour like hers couldn’t protect everything, but hadn’t bothered to inform Mirana, patching it up in her own time. 


“What about there?” Luna perked her head up, and followed Mirana’s gaze. A small cave on the side of the mountain was hardly a decent place to set up camp, but if the dark clouds forming in the sky were any indication, there would be a storm coming. Sagan and Nova wouldn’t sleep comfortably if their fur was matted down with water, they would more likely become ill, and that wasn’t mentioning the fragility of Mirana’s and Luna’s own human bodys.


Luna grunted her affirmation, and nudged Nova toward the cave, readying her glaive and shield in case for a mountain troll, or worse, ogre. She dismounted Nova, who made a small chuffing noise.


‘I am not that heavy, damn beast.’ Luna growled, approaching the cave slowly. Her innate connection to the moon assisted in creating a small beam of light off her shield, letting her see within the cavern. 


It was mostly empty, and she could see it was no larger than the average dining room. It could easily fit Nova and Sagan on one side, if they were willing to share the same space. They usually did, Nova was always excited to see Sagan, and vice versa. The first time Nova and Sagan had met, they became fast friends, much to Luna’s displeasure, as she had the misfortune of talking to Mirana for an hour.


The second time, Nova had seen Sagan before Luna had, and Nova had rushed off. With Luna still riding her. Luna then had to suffer another hour of talking with Mirana, as Nova insisted on not leaving Sagan’s company. Mirana had such an energetic energy about her, but acted as though she knew everything about what she was talking. Luna didn’t bother with correcting her on certain matters, and sometimes she barely paid attention to what she was talking about, simply staring into her eyes with a blank face.


Luna should punish Nova in some way for defying her every single time Sagan and Mirana were in sight. The moon rider never did though, in fact, now that she thought of it, she gave Nova more head pats and words of encouragement after they parted ways with the princess.


Luna shook her head, turning back to Mirana, who was in the middle dismounting with her back to the moon rider. Luna ogled that round backside, watching as she waved it slightly in the air, before raising her fine leg over her mount, gracefully falling to the earth below. Mirana took notice of her staring, making Luna flick her head away at some foliage.


‘Wouldn’t mind ta be smothered by-’ Luna clenched her eyes with a grimace, the familiar heat at her neck once more.


“There’s enough room for all of us to share. I would recommend setting your bedroll where you wish,” Luna said dismissively, taking her bag off Nova's harness, and gestured for the sabre to follow. 


“Whatever.” Mirana grunted, slinging off her own supplies and following along.


Luna rolled her eyes, already not looking forward to sleeping near the princess.


Sagan and Nova had settled down nicely, a foot distance between the two, both licking their body in an impromptu cleanup. 


Luna heard Mirana rustling in the corner, spreading her bedroll out. The moon rider turned to speak, but lost her words when she saw the priestess’ rump sticking out. Mirana’s outfit did a poor job covering her long, tan legs, and the cloth that ran down between each of them only made them more enticing. Her feet and calves were covered by boots, but the real prize was shown off without shame. Thick, juicy thighs that Luna could get lost in for days. If she could, she’d show them just how good she was at worship—


Luna bit her tongue, breaking her from those intrusive thoughts that bordered on lewd. She got to work, and picked out some folded black tarp, peg spikes and a hammer, from her backpack. 


The floor of the cave was cracked and dry, and the mouth of the entrance ran off downward, meaning they wouldn’t get wet from water running into the cave. Still, not wanting to risk the wind blowing water in, she got to work with setting up the tarp that she usually used for her personal tent, and made an impromptu cover.


She stole another look at Mirana, who was busy with a handheld mirror and a brush.


‘Of course the princess brings cosmetics instead of something useful.’ Luna shook her head, hammering in the spike into the stone. Mirana jumped at the noise, spinning around at Luna’s bashing.


“What are you doing?” Mirana asked, her voice trying to rise over the hammering, and failing. 


“Hammering.” 


“I can—”


Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
“See—”


ThunkThunkThunk


“That!” Mirana finally yelled. Luna, still hiding her face from Mirana, smirked. 


“I meant,” Mirana took a breath, her regal tone returning, “why?”


Luna’s smirk dropped, and turned to give Mirana a deadpan stare that screamed disappointment,“To stop the water from entering?” 


“Oh,” Mirana looked away, her left hand resting on her right bicep, “Sorry for asking.”


Luna snorted, proceeding with the other side of the cave. 


It was going to be a long night.


***


“Are you curious about my pilgrimage?” Mirana asked. It was the first thing she’d said since her ‘apology’. Luna had busied herself with a book, taking a seat at the mouth of the cave, hearing droplets of rain pitter-patter on the ground outside. The tarp she put up had collected some water, and she was pleased that her efforts bore fruit.


Luna turned a page in her book, and hummed dismissively, “No. But I suspect you will talk about it regardless.”


“Well,” Mirana laughed nervously, and Luna hated the flutter in her chest when hearing that laugh, “The shrine hasn’t been tended to for so long, and I thought to restore it.”


Mirana sat on her bedroll, staring at Luna. Luna waited for her to continue, but from the enduring silence, that was all Mirana had to say.


“The high priest already told me that, Mirana. Do you have anything useful to say?” Luna perked an eyebrow at Mirana, memorizing her page number and setting her book aside.


Mirana blinked, a small shock on her kissable lips. Luna cringed at how she described it, and did her best to maintain eye contact.


“Why are you being so rude to me?” Mirana asked, the pain in her voice making Luna twinge in guilt. But was swiftly replaced with rage as the answer spilled out of her lips.


“Because I don’t want to be here with you. I’d rather be out there fighting, something far more important than a little trip.”


Mirana stood up, clearly enraged by Luna’s dismissive tone, “You’re ‘patrols’ aren’t more important than ensuring our sacred sites to Selemene are well maintained!”


“No,” Luna rose slowly, eyes hardening like ice, “keeping the order safe is all that matters to me. Just because we worship the same Goddess, does not mean we hold the same standards.”


“And your order is more important than the one I serve? Are you that desperate to lead the Dark Moon Order, that you’d disregard your brothers and sisters?”


Luna’s nostrils flared as she let out a heavy breath. Mirana’s eyes hardened to match her own resolve. Luna would have been proud if she stood up for herself like this in front of others, but not in front of her.


“I’m leaving and going back to the Temple. You can bring Nova with you when you’ve had your sleep, princess.” Luna seethed, lifting the wet tarp and stepping outside.


She didn’t miss the panic in Mirana’s face, gleaming some satisfaction from how Mirana scrambled up to follow her out of the cavern. The priestess didn’t say anything other than demands for Luna to wait, which she ignored with the first happy grin she’d had since this morning.


“Fine, just leave, I don’t need you anyway! You’re just a second-rate warrior bitch!” 


Clouds covered the sky, and she could hardly see more than a few feet as the rain picked up.  Luna had only taken a few steps outside in the darkness, before that indignant scream had her pause. She turned around in a flash, a wild rage on her face, “You are a brat!”


“And you’re a jealous hag!” Mirana continued her screaming.


“What do I have to be ‘jealous’ of? Luna scoffed, taking steps back to the woman in the cave.


“You are just a warrior, a nameless rider among many. You envy my station of Priestess.”


“Truly?” There were only a few metres between them, Mirana’s chin had perked up like the regal child she was. Luna frowned, still taking steps toward her, “Your title was given by those who’d not earned the right to give it. You are a Priestess in name only.”


“You have no idea what I sacrificed to become who I am!”


“And you have no idea what I endured to become who I am!”


There was barely any space between them, both staring at each other like the other would drop dead if they glared hard enough.


“Get out of my face.” Luna growled. She’d look down at the princess, but she still suffered the displeasure of being the same height as her.


“You came over here. You get out of mine.” Mirana challenged, a small hiss breaking between her parted teeth.


They scowled into each other's eyes, only taking the time to blink when they felt their eyes on the verge of drying. Minutes dragged on, and both were incredibly aware of the icy touch in the air. Neither moved despite this, as if taking a step back, or looking away, would mean suffering an unacceptable loss.


A sudden awareness of warmth spread across Luna’s lips. She flicked her eyes down briefly, noting Mirana’s open mouth breathing softly. Luna looked back up, not letting this supposed ‘princess’ distract her. Of course, her momentary distraction had served to calm her nerves slightly.


‘I am not a child. I am a warrior, and I will act as such.’ 


 Some semblance of reason returned to Luna, and she looked into Mirana’s eyes as a warrior would. There was anger, obviously, but she could see fear. Fear of her? Was the little priestess scared of the big, bad Luna?


Luna withheld a scoff. If Mirana was so scared of her, then it would serve her so much better if she was more subservient with her orders. Constant arguments, implied threats and sniping insults, didn’t help anyone at all.


The moon rider clenched her fists, noting the irony in the thought. 


“Well, aren’t you going to say anything?” Mirana growled quietly. But Luna paid her no heed. She could see past Mirana’s star filled irises. Had her eyes always reflected the moon in them? The Dark Moon guided Luna’s destiny, giving her trials she neither knew, nor knowingly took part in. Was that not her destiny? Was it wrong to yearn to rise high like her beloved Goddess, and take part of her faithful defenders?


Mirana wasn’t like that. Sure, she had taken vows, and would have taken her own trials. But the princess took them under her own choice. She did not suffer days without eating, or weeks without human contact. Mirana did not know the depths she would go just to survive. The priestess held a life of comfort and ease.


And Luna was envious of that.


Luna’s violet eyes softened. She was jealous. Mirana was a light she couldn’t bear to look at, because all it did was illuminate all her flaws. Is that why Mirana hated her, because she could see all the lives Luna had taken in her past?


Luna brought her fingers forward, lightly grazing the rim of Mirana’s hand. The priestess hissed, but didn’t move back, only leaning more into Luna’s face.


“Do you think a touch will make me back down?” She grit her teeth. Luna didn’t register the question, far too enamoured with those starfilled eyes. Eyes that reflected all that was wrong with Luna. She was old, violent and uncaring for those around her. Luna brought her fingers around Mirana’s clenched fist, which slowly loosened, their fingers intertwined slightly.


That fear in those eyes was more pronounced, but the priestess still didn’t back down. An inch between them, their only connection being their honest fingers. Mirana wasn’t scared of her, Luna realized. Mirana insisted on irritating her because she wanted her attention. Luna sighed softly, tightening her fingers around Mirana’s comfortingly.


“I am jealous.” Luna said in a quiet voice.


Mirana was taken back, surprise filling those eyes and her snarl slackened, those lips becoming much more plush the less they stretched out. Luna fixed her gaze, her hand rose up, bringing Mirana’s with it. 


“I led a life that didn’t give me a chance fer friendship. At any given moment, I could be slain by an ally for no better reason than profit. Your,” Luna licked her lips, finding it hard to say it kindly, “persistence in conversation with me, or simply being in my presence, had made me wary.”


“Why—”


“Because I’m scared.” Luna said in a small voice. Mirana’s eyes widened, and Luna could see it all in those starlit eyes properly. It wasn’t Mirana’s fear Luna could see, but her own. The realization shook her, making her knees feel weak and the cold bit into her skin more than she’d admit.


“It’s a fear I carry every day. That any person I trust, or care for, would kill me for personal gain. I am afraid that, if ye had the opportunity to improve your station through me, you would take it and,” Luna took a breath, her fingers tightening around Mirana’s, “the thought alone kills me.”


Luna closed her eyes and lowered her head. There was another silence, but Luna was at least glad she could not see those accusing eyes. Mirana loosened her fingers, and Luna felt her heart sink. Water stung at her eyes, making her vision blurry as she looked up.


She took a sharp intake of air as Mirana pulled her in for a tight hug. Luna, still with her arms down, fell into it instinctively, her body yearning for the warmth they shared.


“Luna, I’m scared too.” Mirana had such a frail voice now. Luna clenched her eyes, letting her tears spill freely onto Mirana’s bare shoulder.


“I don’t understand it, but my heart,” Mirana pulled back, looking into Luna’s tear stained eyes, “It demands I be with you, that I share my time with you. I wish to,” She let out a quavering breath, “I wish to hold your hand as we watch the moon rises in the darkness and—”


Luna brought an arm around Mirana, her other hand soon followed to hide in that beautiful mane of brown hair. She leaned forward with eyes closed, and stole Mirana’s breath away. Luna internally screamed, both delighting in this moment, and shaking in fear that Mirana would withdraw, to accuse her of unwanted affection.


Her heart soared as Mirana pushed back. Their lips were only pressed together, but it felt far more than that. Luna knew her fears remained, Mirana’s reciprocation only borne of that desire to take advantage of Luna.


They pulled back slightly, enough so they could take, neither taking breaths of air during their kiss, and their lungs for oxygen. They said nothing for a time, still holding one another in their embrace. Mirana looked away, her lower lip held between her teeth. Luna’s anxieties swelled up, a gnawing fear in her heart.


“I’m sorry I—”


Luna was cut off as Mirana practically thrust herself back in for a deeper kiss. Lips moved hungrily for Luna, who excitedly gave back as much as she was given. Plush lips danced over hers, and Luna swore she could see stars in a vision as she was overtaken. Mirana had taken the back of her head, just as Luna still held hers, but tipped her backward and stood on her tip-toes. 


Luna’s eyes flashed open, and found those star-filled orbs occupying her sight. Her eyes turned lidded as Mirana managed to deepen the kiss again. Luna felt small, and she didn’t like that.


Her hands draped down Mirana’s clothed back, slipping her hands over that round ass, one she’d never admit to gazing at longingly whenever Mirana would storm off, and lifted.


Mirana squeaked, the arm around her back and behind Luna’s head fell away, instead both of those warm hands pressed on Luna’s cheeks, controlling the pace of that lust-filled kiss. Luna couldn’t help but fondle those squishy orbs, hidden away by those pesky priest garbs. Mirana moaned approvingly, and Luna could’ve sworn she felt a tongue pass over her own lips. 


She chose to believe it was her mind playing lewd tricks on her, as Mirana didn’t repeat the action, instead separating with more heavy breaths following. Mirana smiled, her eyelids lidded seductively. Luna gulped.


“We should go back inside. Let’s,” Mirana leaned forward, her mouth near Luna’s ear, and her voice was a hair above a whisper, “warm up, together.”


Luna couldn’t agree more, carrying Mirana back in like she weighed nothing. Mirana gave a small giggle, and couldn’t help but give tiny kisses to Luna’s cheeks and forehead as they stepped inside. Luna, laughed along, a low rumble from her chest.


Nova and Sagan had dozed off, apparently their screaming contest hadn’t woken them in the slightest. Their heads nuzzled against one another. Nova had laid on her side, while Sagan had nuzzled up between her curled paws and stomach, his head somewhat smothered by Nova’s.


Luna found some humour at her sabre taking the role of the big spoon, but refocused her attention to the beautiful woman above her.


Who was soon to be below her, as Luna supported Mirana’s head and slowly descended upon her on the bedroll. They stared into one another’s eyes, and Luna brought a hand up to delicately move a strand of hair off of Mirana’s face. Mirana giggled, she brought a hand up to bite her finger, lidding those starfilled eyes seductively.


By Selemene, Luna wanted this woman badly.


Slowly, Luna leaned down with a lax expression, light breaths teasing Mirana’s smooth skin. The fingers that rested in Mirana’s hair tightened, and she slowly forced her head to tilt back, earning her a hiss. Luna smirked, giving a soft press of her lips against that swan-like neck. 


Mirana soon changed her tune, a pleasant hum vibrating that throat. Luna slackened her hold, and brought her hand from around her head, and delicately slid off that tiara like it was second nature.


Luna’s soft kisses soon became rougher, lips danced across that soft skin. No doubt with how rough she was treating her skin, there were marks being left behind.


Mirana, not to be a passive partner, brought her hands up to her helmet, and unclipped the metallic tube that held her hair into a ponytail. Then the clip on the back of her head, and deftly removed it, placing it off to the side with a light clink. Luna’s pale blue hair splayed down her back and face, some of it falling on top of Mirana, who laughed at the ticklish sensation. 


Luna groaned as Mirana’s fingers ran through her scalp, encouraging her hair to hide behind her ears. Luna, emboldened by the priestess’ actions, nipped at the delicate skin, earning a little yelp and a playful growl.


“Don’t think you’ll be on top for long, Luna.” Mirana taunted, still running those fingers through her scalp. Luna took good care for her hair, considering she wore a helmet nearly every night, and held pride for its unnatural coloration. 


Luna pulled away, rising up to meet Mirana’s eyes.


“Get me out of this armour, and then we’ll discuss who’s on ‘top’.” A sly smile curved on Luna’s lips, a single eyebrow curled suggestively. Not to be outdone, Mirana gave her own smile with those lips that stole her attention. Maybe that’s why Luna disliked Mirana talking her head off all the time, she wanted to pin her down and kiss her until they were bruised, and left gasping for air.


Luna moved off to the side, and kneeled facing away from Mirana. The priestess made a noise of confusion, sitting up.


Luna peered over her shoulder, her violet eyes shone with mischief, “Take off my armour from the top down.”


Mirana, stalked forward with her hands and knees, climbing up Luna’s form. Slowly, one by one, each clasp of her armour was unclipped, and settled down slowly next to her helmet. Luna bit her lip, enjoying the sensation of her body being freed from it’s metallic shell. Soon enough, only her chest plate remained, and Mirana took her sweet time removing it. Luna could have sworn she’d nearly bit through her lip with how those calloused hands teased along her skinsuit.


She held her arms up, and Mirana removed the blue leather jacket, revealing the back of her pale neck. Luna ran a tongue over her lips, already sensing Mirana’s neck course of action. 


Luna let out a small groan, feeling Mirana’s hands sliding off her shoulder blades, and down over her chest, taking handfuls of her modest bust.


“You don’t wear a bra?” Mirana asked, not letting the fact stop her from rolling her doughy breasts between her calloused hands. Luna leaned into Mirana’s embrace, resting head next to hers.


“No. Too uncomfortable in combat,” Luna peeked open her violet eyes, her voice dropping to a whisper, “and it’s easier to tease myself after a long night.”


Mirana’s hands paused, and Luna shivered as she saw Mirana’s expression widen to shock, but quickly darken to a feral lust. It was true, Luna had many lovers in the past, and her joining the order had not settled her most primal urges. 


“How often do you play with yourself?” Mirana purred into her ear, leaving one hand to tease the hidden breast, while the other swept away Luna’s long hair. Luna could feel the heat rise in her neck, into those ears the priestess lightly breathed on. 


“Some nights, but I’ll share with you a secret,” Luna’s voice trembled, the embarrassment only serving to stoke the flames of lust within, “Every time I would return from my patrol, and you would insist on talking my ear off—”


As if taking offense to that, Mirana gave her earlobe a soft bite, drawing a light moan from Luna’s excited lips. Luna couldn’t believe that Mirana, the bratty princess, could draw such noises from her with her outfit mostly still on. The moon rider moved her hands back to stabilise her balance, fully resting against Mirana’s body.


“And?” Mirana whispered, the fingers on her breast sliding towards her erect nipple, which could easily be seen through her tight skinsuit, but Mirana, the teasing bitch that she was, would let go before they pinched her sensitive nipple, and wait before making the same motion. The priestess would teasingly play with Luna’s pale earlobe with her tongue, making her violet eyes flicker in pleasure. 


“And when we separated,” Luna gasped again, those treacherous fingers finding their way to her other breast and teased her other nipple, “I would rush straight to my quarters, and strip off my armour, and peel my way out of my suit. I’d lay on my back and tease my sensitive chest.”


Mirana nibbled her ear again, earning the priestess a gasp, followed by a deep groan from Luna, as her nipple was pinched. Luna felt electrical pleasure surge through her, and her hands moved inward, resting themselves on Mirana’s thighs, who cooed appreciatively. 


“Then?” Mirana asked, using her other hand to slowly wander across Luna’s taut stomach, her finger’s grazing along the bumps of each well defined abdominal muscle. 


“Then,” Luna paused, needy breaths escaping her lax lips as Mirana circled her playful fingers played with the skin between her crotch and thigh, the other teasing and pulling her hard nipple. Luna bit her lip, muffling a whine as Mirana gave her ear another slow lick. 


‘Is this really the princess I’d imagine pinned beneath me?’


“I’d rub myself, thinking about you.” Luna closed her eyes, her face a dull pink, avoiding the truth. Mirana’s hand at her breast flew up to cover her mouth, stuffing the first digit of her finger in her mouth. Luna’s tongue instinctively swirled around the manicured nail, her lips closing around the intruding digit like a straw. The moon rider made a confused noise, which turned to a high pitched gasp, thankfully muffled by Mirana.


Mirana had pressed into her covered sex with her fingers, making Luna aware of how badly her skinsuit was soaked by her own arousal. Luna flexed her hips into those delicious fingers, loving how they messed her up in small circles. 


The cherry on top of it all, was the painful sensation in her earlobe. Mirana had bitten into it, creating a delightful mix of pain and pleasure. Luna absentmindedly leaned back into Mirana’s body entirely, her fingers dug into Mirana’s bare thighs.


“Fffuuu-mmm,” Luna tried to swear, but the finger in her mouth stopped that. Mirana’s naughty fingers dug into her skinsuit harder, speeding up their pleasing pace. The priestess released Luna’s sore earlobe with a soft laugh.


“Good girl, telling me that,” Mirana husked, humming thoughtfully at Luna’s groan around her finger. Mirana released her soaked digit, and leaned forward, now visible in Luna’s peripheral. 


Luna’s eyes widened comically as Mirana slowly took in that saliva-covered finger into her own mouth, her deep moan shaking Luna to the core. She released her finger with a satisfied smirk.


‘By the moon, what is this woman?’ Luna gulped, staring in disbelief as the woman she’d call ‘princess’ licked her lips slowly, moving back out of her sight.


“Here’s your reward.”


Mirana stood up, holding Luna’s shoulder down with one hand. Those sexy legs came into view, and Luna watched with wide, wondering eyes as Miranda placed her hands on the sides of her thighs. Luna’s bit her lip as Mirana teasingly hooked her fingers on the hem of her dress, lifting it up enough to reveal her midnight blue underwear. Mirana looked over her shoulder with a knowing smirk, catching Luna staring at the barest hint of her underwear.


“Good girl. Just watch.” Mirana’s soft voice had Luna shivering. The moon rider had no idea how she was getting off on just being told she was a good girl. This whole situation was absolutely baffling. She’d never dreamed of Mirana to be the one to lead her along, and she couldn’t tell if Mirana was tempting her to take the leading role, or was earnest in her orders.


Then her priestess garb fell to the floor in a heap, next to Luna’s armour, revealing Mirana’s bra and panty clad body. Luna’s mouth ran dry. Mirana gave a long, quiet sigh, running her own hands over her body, rising over her sides and pulling her breasts up, making them bounce ever so slightly. 


Luna made to stand up, and Mirana dropped her hands down instantly, a scowl on her face.


“Stay.” Mirana ordered icily.


Luna dropped back down on her knees, her hands curled on her thighs.


‘Oh my goddess. She just- I just… What?’ Luna’s brain tried to put the dots together. Was this the same woman she picked up a moment ago?


Mirana sat returned behind Luna, dragging the moon riders hands back onto her thighs. 


“Where were we, my warrior?” Mirana asked aloud. Luna made to answer, but was interrupted by Mirana answering herself, “Ah yes, your fantasies.”


Mirana kissed Luna’s pale neck, giving the moon rider goosebumps.


“Tell me more of what you fantasize about,” Mirana whispered in her unbitten ear. Luna groaned, shame welling up inside her as lewd memories flowed in at the question. She gasped and gave another roll of her hips as Mirana’s fingers surprised her with deep, circular movements. Mirana gave a soft breath, tickling Luna’s ear, “What was I doing?”


“I shouldn’t say,” Luna whined, shaking her head in defiance. Her fingernails dug into Mirana’s thighs, earning a cat-like hiss from the priestess. Luna’s vision blurred as she was thrown onto the bedroll beneath her. Before she could question it, Mirana was straddled on her stomach, her hands pushing down Luna’s shoulders, keeping her pinned.


“I bet you imagined I was a submissive girl,” Mirana growled, giving Luna a cheshire grin. Luna winced, looking away guiltily, Mirana clicked her tongue, “Oh, you did, didn't you?”


Luna’s breast was swiftly taken by Mirana’s hand, the moon rider gasped in shock, the priestess’ fingers sunk into her already teased breasts. Mirana flexed her hand, fondling her small breast in rough circles. Luna’s knees lifted up, her unattended pussy yearning for touch. 


“You imagined you would have had your way with me, didn’t you?” Mirana husked, her other hand on Luna’s other breast, and twisted her nipples. Luna squealed, her toes curled in her leather boots, the skinsuit audibly stretched as her thighs spread wider, trying to get as much stimulation as she could.


“You’re too busy enjoying your tits getting touched to even answer, you depraved whore.” Mirana snarled, the hand fondling her sore breast stopped, and instead gave her a light slap on her cheek. 


Luna’s jaw dropped, at Mirana’s harsh language, nearly forgetting her position and opened her mouth to reprimand Mirana.


She was immediately cut off as Mirana stuffed three fingers into her mouth, a cold expression on Mirana's face.


“Don’t speak back when your betters are punishing you.” She warned. Luna swallowed her words, warily watching Mirana lean down next to her sore earlobe.


“Luna,” Mirana whispered soothingly, releasing Luna’s nipple and running her hand through her pale hair. Luna blinked, the fingers in her mouth pulled away. The moon rider turned her head and met star filled eyes, watching her worriedly.


“Say ‘sunrise’ if you want me to stop.” Mirana continued to stroke Luna’s hair. 


‘A safe word. I didn’t even think of that. How deviant is this girl?’ Luna thought dumbly.


“Okay,” Luna nodded, “if it’s too much.”


Mirana smiled, ready to continue her rough play, but was interrupted as Luna brought a hand up on the priestess’ cheek.


“But,” Luna gave a tiny smile, looking away, “Could you, maybe get the…” Luna trailed off, mumbling to herself.


“Pardon?” Mirana tried.


“...lipstick.” Luna continued to mumble.


“Speak up girl, or you get nothing.” Mirana warned, falling back into her domme role. Luna’s violet eyes widened, the thought of being denied pushing her past her embarrassment.


“My purple lipstick. I wear it on formal occasions,” Luna was completely red in the face, a shaky smile on her face. 


“Yes? Why bring it up now?” Mirana’s voice had an edge to it, and her fingers dragged along Luna’s pale neck, The moon rider shivered at the sensation, understanding the implied action Mirana would take if she didn’t hurry.


“I want you,” Luna swallowed, keeping her hands from covering her face from sheer embarrassment, “to put some on and, um.” 


Mirana brought the hand from Luna’s neck and stroked the side of the moon rider’s cheek, “And?” 


Luna could feel her heart beating a million miles an hour. She nuzzled into that hand, the heat in her face cooling off. Mirana had controlled the pace of their lovemaking so easily, and Luna had never imagined her to be so domineering. It made her feel so safe.


“Mark me with your lips.” Luna’s voice was small, but filled with lust.


Mirana smirked, reaching over Luna slowly, giving her an eyeful of those bra-clad breasts. Luna, enraptured with the naturally tanned skin, gave Mirana’s chest a small kiss. She couldn’t contain her lust for long, and one kiss led to many, bringing her hands up to fondle her large chest. The fabric was thick, and didn’t have much give, but Luna didn’t care. She needed to touch Mirana.


“Naughty girl.” Mirana husked, making Luna pause. The priestess returned, her face now hovering over Luna’s, who audibly gulped. 


Mirana’s thick lips held a royal purple sheen, curled into a sweet smile, which was betrayed by the intensity in her eyes.


“I’ll give you a chance to show you can behave,” Mirana started, that sweet smile promising all kinds of sin, “if you bring your hands above your head.”


Luna nodded slowly, doing as Mirana wanted, and gasped as Mirana forcefully held her wrists together and expertly tied her wrists together with soft fabric.


“What is-Ah!” Luna a heat radiate from her cheek, the sting of another slap on her cheek. Mirana’s eyes were cold, her smile ever present, patting her cheek gently.


“Speak when spoken to, Luna, my depraved whore.” Mirana commanded. Luna groaned watching those purple lips snarl her name out made Luna feel hot. Luna kept her mouth closed, finding it hard to not smile, and nodded her head.


“Good girl.” Mirana massaged Luna’s smacked cheek, leaning down, Luna saw those purple lips pucker, and pressed into the side of the moon rider’s mouth. Luna’s hands clenched into fists, picturing her pale skin being marked with the outline of Mirana’s lips.


“I will tell you now, Luna,” Mirana pressed her chest into Luna’s, and Luna found it difficult to push back into the priestess, “I’ve wrapped a scarf around your wrists.”


Luna nodded, but apparently, that wasn’t enough to satisfy Mirana. The priestess grabbed her cheeks with one hand, pulling her up so they were eye to eye.


“I’ll be very disappointed, if you snap it. Do you understand?”


Luna shuddered, nodding again. She was slapped on the same cheek much harder. She looked up to Mirana with lidded eyes.


‘Oh goddess, what is she?’ 


“You were spoken to, must I spell out everything?” Mirana hissed, “Has your brain been rattled around from constant combat so often, that you cannot understand a simple question?”


“I under-”


Luna was slapped again, hard enough to make her head move, and she moaned.


‘Goddess, how am I enjoying this?’


“It’s obvious you don’t. So I’ll spell it out so that your dumb warrior brain understands.” Mirana seethed. But Luna knew she didn’t mean it, the priestess’ eyes had flinched lightly in regret. Mirana held Luna’s head with both hands on either side, pulling her up to stare into those loving eyes. 


“Don’t break scarf. Does whore understand?” Mirana mocked, her voice mimicking that of a neanderthal.


“Yes.” Luna answered breathlessly.


“Yes, priestess.” Mirana corrected.


“Yes, priestess.”


“Good girl,” Mirana sweetly stroked Luna’s stung cheek, and gave it a small peck. Marking where she gifted Luna pain.


Mirana broke character again, concern written on her features, "Please tell me if it's too much." 


Honestly, Luna suffered more damage in a practice fight then what Mirana had done. Luna smirked, already knowing the appropriate answer.


"Yes, priestess."


Mirana tightened her grip in Luna’s hair, pulling her head back to expose her pale neck. Luna winced as she was forcibly moved, but pain spilled into pleasure as those lips marked her neck. She shuddered, picturing what she’d look like with messy, royal purple smudges. 


Luna felt a hand caress her taut stomach with slow, vertical movements. Mirana’s fingers would splay apart the closer they got to her needy crotch, slowing down and pressing into the sensitive flesh in her pubic region. The moon rider groaned at the sensation, flexing her stomach everytime Mirana would rush back up, and run her fingertips just under her breasts.


Violet eyes flickered, the teasing sensation was something Luna had been accustomed to before, but there was something different with Mirana. The priestess had slapped her more than once, and each time it felt better. All this gentle touching didn’t serve to calm Luna, not in the sense of comfort anyway. Each movement only made the anticipation within her well up bigger and bigger. 


Mirana pulled away from Luna’s neck, and delivered a chaste kiss on the moon rider’s lips. Luna closed her eyes, moaning and pushing back into it, just about the only form of action she could take. Mirana’s slow, stroking hand feathered over Luna’s breast, grazing over a nipple, and rested on her still red cheek.


The priestess pulled away. Luna peeked her eyes open, which flashed open, and felt another crashing palm against the side of her face. Luna squealed, her hips flexed up and her boots dug into the bedroll. 


“Oh, Fuuck,” Luna moaned, letting her butt hit the floor. 


“You love that don’t you?” Mirana teased, rubbing her abused cheek lovingly. Luna looked up, seeing the concern in Mirana’s eyes, the moon priest needed to be told everything was fine.


“Yesh, Priestesh,” Luna slurred, the warmth spreading through her body moved down, fueling the arousal under her suit. It wasn’t as though she was completely naked under it though, she did wear shapewear underneath, a sort of underwear that hugged her thighs and ended just under her breasts. She did know, however, that she’d have to change into a spare set when they were done. 
Mirana’s expression softened, her devious smile returning. She moved to the other side of her neck, that hand in Luna’s light blue hair trailed along her head, her palm rested on her pale cheek, and pressed her thumb onto Luna’s parted lips. Luna took it between her lips, moaning around it as Mirana’s other hand made circular motions, just an inch above her lower lips. Luna whined and tried to push her hips up, using the balls of her feet, searching for any sort of stimulation. Mirana laughed, letting her fingers fall down to press into her drenched sex.


Luna’s spilled open, moaning loudly as those damned fingers continued their circular pace, messing up her lower lips. She yearned to feel them inside, or even just to feel them without clothes in the way. 


“What a needy, depraved whore. Barely out of your clothes,” Mirana sighed happily, “Already falling apart from my lips and fingers.”


The priestess hooked her thumb around in Luna’s mouth, pulling her cheek slightly, but not enough to cause pain. It probably made her look—


“Goddess, you look like such a stupid slut.” Mirana teased, finishing Luna’s line of thought on her own. The moon rider swore she nearly came, seeing stars in her vision. Her hips shook in the air, and her feet were sore from holding that position for minutes. But still she carried on, staring at Mirana’s purple smudged lips, fully aware of the lipstained mess she’d made on her face and neck. 


With her free hand, Mirana snuck her fingers under the collar of Luna’s skin suit, and tore downwards, shredding the skinsuit until it revealed both her perky breasts. Luna, squealed happily at the sudden show of strength, and didn’t much care that the priestess had done that, she had two spares with her, and many more in quarters.  


Luna expected the priestess to fondle her tits, while the other hand rubbed up and down Luna’s clothed slit. She was immediately proven wrong, as Mirana slapped her tit with the same strength she had done with her face. Luna cried out, her pale tit already forming a red, hand-shaped print. 


“Stay still.” Mirana ordered, her hands left Luna whining in need as she crawled over her face. Luna bit her lip, watching as Mirana’s smooth tan stomach continued over her. Her eyes widened, Luna’s midnight blue underwear came into view. A damp spot just begging hinting at Mirana’s own arousal.


Luna wanted nothing more than to rise up and pay Mirana back for her teasing, maybe she’d get slapped around a bit more too. But a part of her was curious of what would happen if she did as she was told. If there was a reward for her patience. She closed her eyes, deciding she’d behave.


Her eyes remained closed for some time, yet that image of Mirana’s tantalizing fruit hanging above her was tempting. She lightly shook her head, not wanting to disappoint the priestess. Her priestess. 


She heard Mirana chuckle, followed by more movement. Her presence was no longer above Luna, but that didn’t stop the moon rider from keeping her eyes closed, and dropping her hips back down to the earth. She licked her lips, suddenly aware that the inside of her cheek hurt a little, from where Mirana’s thumb nail dug into.


‘I should tell her to be a bit more gentle with the nails.’ Luna thought, her arousal slowly lessening in intensity. 


Luna felt those legs return to either side of her face. 


“Open your eyes.” 


Luna did just that, and her jaw dropped. Above her was Mirana, only now she wore nothing, and the arousal Luna lost was refilled instantly. Mirana had leaned over slightly to see over those breasts, which Luna envied the size of. The priestess’ hands held either side of Luna’s head.


“Show me your tongue.” Mirana ordered, making Luna swallow at regal tone spilling through her domme persona. Luna opened her mouth, and showed off her tongue by making it curl out and touch her nose.


This time it was Mirana’s turn to be shocked, and Luna quietly preened at that expression. Many of her partners, male or female, were often surprised by its length, and the pleasure it brought. Luna hid it away and gave Mirana a smile.


“Is it to your liking, my priestess?” Luna asked, pride welling seeing Mirana’s excited expression.


Mirana growled, though it was more lusty than irritated, and shoved Luna upward as she fell down, smothering Luna’s mischievous grin.


“I’ll ignore your talking out of turn, if you worship me, my depraved whore.”
Luna didn’t need to be told twice, already kissing into Mirana’s core, delighting in the happy hum above her. Luna kissed and licked the priestess in slow, teasing motions, not wanting to rush their first time. Mirana rolled her hips, rubbing herself against Luna’s ministrations. 


“That’s a good fucking whore.” Mirana groaned, her fingers loosening their grip in Luna’s pale blue locks, and instead began rolling her breasts. Luna couldn’t exactly see Mirana’s expression, but seeing those hefty, full tits roll and jiggle encouraged her to exert more effort. Her tongue swirled up as Mirana rolled her hips backward, giving Luna a full taste of her clitoral hood, doing her best to draw out the little bundle of nerves.


A sharp gasp rang through the room, then a throaty chuckle, and Mirana flushed red deeper with every deep laugh. Mirana lifted herself up, and Luna shoved as much of her tongue inside as she could, lifting her head up into Mirana’s soaked slit. 


“That’s it, yes, that’s it.” Mirana’s mumbling praise turned to a higher pitch, Luna smiled arounder her flexing tongue, and tried to move her arms to hold onto Mirana, only to feel the scarf around her wrists. A small part of her was disappointed, and she knew she could break the flimsy thing without much effort, but it was what the fabric represented that kept her from doing so. 


‘I’m out of practice.’ Luna retracted her tongue, leveraging her head around to wrap her lips around Mirana’s clit, giving light sucks around that bundle of nerves. Luna’s tongue had cramped up after only a minute of movement. Years ago, she could have kept going for minutes on end.


Mirana enjoyed her efforts regardless, moaning and panting as Luna paid special attention to her. Luna herself was feeling the heat of her own arousal, pressing her thighs together and rubbing to achieve slight stimulation. 


“Stay still.”


Luna froze, her mouth still hung open as Mirana rose off her face.


“I’m giving you a treat for, hmm,” Another deep laugh left those kissable lips, that sent Luna’s head into a loop, “Doing such a good job.”


All Mirana had done was turn around, giving Luna an eyeful of her lover’s pert butt, and pushed herself back onto Luna’s eager lips. Now Luna really wanted to free her hands and fondle that ass, but all she could do was dig back in and eat Mirana out.


Slap.


Luna squealed, her tongue falling out of Mirana, and onto her chin. Her breast stung with the same intensity as her cheek, pain spreading from where Mirana had hit her.


“Keep going, whore.” Mirana emphasised her order with a slap to Luna’s other breast. Luna nodded, groaning into Mirana’s thigh, she recentred herself and kissed and sucked at the sensitive flesh. 


Luna grunted with every stinging slap, her sore breasts being abused every time she paused to breathe or slowed down. Soon enough, her once pale breasts were varying shades of pink and red, some with more defined hand prints.


“Fuck, I can’t wait to, ohh fuck, make you scream when I get to your oversized ass,” Mirana growled, mauling Luna’s sensitive breasts mercilessly, sending Luna into a mess of moans and whimpers, pain and pleasure melding into one as she tried to keep tonguing Mirana’s soaked hole. Luna wanted to ignore the fact that Mirana called her ass ‘oversized’, finding it a bit of a touchy subject herself. Her fellow moon riders, and even many of the priestesses would often try to sneak glances at her butt, and the skinsuit didn’t help matters much. 


It wasn’t her fault the standard armour had her butt hang out and jiggle with every step she took!


Luna, winced, her jaw beginning to ache in pain. She couldn’t keep it up for much longer, her tongue felt like it was locking up near the base. The sweet noises leaving Mirana pushed her to continue. Her breasts were still being fondled, but Mirana had toned down the intensity, her palms rubbed into Luna’s pink nipples in small circles, leaving the moon rider a twitching mess of pain and pleasure.


“I’m close.”


Mirana was shaking, her voice was barely audible, but it was all Luna needed to put her all into pleasing her priestess. Luna flexed her stomach, pushing her face into Luna’s soft lower lips, drinking in her juices and holding her breath. 


Luna sucked, licked and thrust her tongue out as much as she could, going between each movement until it hurt too much to continue, then move on to the next.


Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.


Lick. Lick. Lick.


Kiss- suck- kiss-


Thrust- thrust - thrust-


Lick- lick- lick-


“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck— fuuuck!” A sweet chorus of pleasure-filled swears cascaded above Luna, Mirana’s song all she wanted to hear. Mirana shook, her back flexing backward, her weight only supported by Luna’s straining neck.


Luna wasn’t sure how much time passed, but she only stopped her eager movements when she felt Mirana flop onto her stomach. The moon rider took mouthfuls of air, all too aware of her screaming lungs.


Mirana wordlessly rolled off Luna, and spun around, her hands taking Luna’s head and stole her  lips with a chaste kiss, apparently uncaring that Luna was still messy with the priestess’ wet arousal. Mirana pressed her body into Luna’s, who groaned as her sore breasts were smothered by Mirana’s. 


Mirana pulled away with an angry frown, and gave Luna a slap across the face. 


Luna blinked in shock, “Wha-”


She was slapped again, stifling her words.


“How many cunts did you have to eat out to get that good, whore?” Mirana hissed, grabbing Luna’s cheeks with one hand, and devoured her puckered lips in a tongue filled kiss. Luna was shocked by the priestess’ assertive display, but was more horrified by her question. It was true, Luna had laid with many a woman, and many men, before she joined the order. She never really thought much of it.


Did that make her whore?


Her sore mouth was being cleaned out, and Mirana’s tongue was doing the cleaning. Teeth, gums and her own tongue were hungrily swept by that invading appendage. 
Mirana pulled away for a breath, slapped Luna on the same cheek, and resumed fucking Luna’s mouth with her own.


Luna squirmed and moaned, her toes curled and her back arched, her eyes rolling up as her oxygen deprived brain repeated the question over and over again.


Mirana pulled away, slapped, and went back in.


‘Am I a whore?’


Mirana pulled away, slapped and went back in.


‘Am I a whore?’


Pulled away, slapped and back in.


‘Am I a whore?’


Pulled away, slapped, back in.


‘I—’


Pulled, slapped, back in.


‘I am.’


Luna’s eyes rolled back, her eyes flickering in and out, her consciousness doing the same.


‘I’m a whore?’


Mirana wasn’t pulling away, her hand moved down her stomach.


‘I’m a whore…’


Luna couldn’t breathe.


‘I’m a whore!’


Mirana pulled away, and through her blurry vision, Luna could see a savage smile. The moon rider tried to breathe in.


SLAP.


Luna straightened out like a board, Mirana’s palm pressed against her clothed, yet soaked cunt. Luna had only a moment to realize she’d been slapped down there, before her oxygen-deprived brain overloaded with pain and pleasure, and silently screamed. Her body shook violently as she came. Her arms came down from over her head, and her knees flexed up, slowly curling into a ball as pleasure burned her away into mush.


Ragged breaths filled the room, Luna slowly coming down from her orgasmic high. She could barely open her eyes, her body overly sensitive from what was possibly the most powerful orgasm of her life. She couldn’t feel her toes, and her arms felt awful with how long they’d been locked above her head.


“Now,” Mirana dragged her fingernails down her sensitive stomach, her hand grasping her hip tightly, “how about we turn that ass red?”


Luna’s heart went cold as ice, her body screaming at her to stop. She flinched her eyes, debating whether she could continue, wanting Mirana to have as much fun as she could. The added guilt of her dismissive nature toward the priestess also gnawing at Luna to continue.


But Mirana wouldn’t have wanted that.


“Shunrise.” Luna slurred, her head still shaky from her nerve overload.


Mirana’s face instantly dropped to panic, her hand whipped away from Luna like she’d been burned. She got onto her knees, away from Luna.


“What’s wrong? Are you okay? Did I do something I shouldn’t have?” Mirana prattled on with more questions, like she did every time she came back from patrol. 


“Shut up,” Luna groaned, Mirana let out a cute ‘eep’ and went silent. Luna sighed, giving her a small smile and waved her numb arms, “Let me out of this, please.”


Mirana quickly complied, throwing the scarf away. As soon as the fabric hit the floor, Luna grabbed Mirana’s shoulders, and pulled her in for a hug, wincing at the fading pain on her chest. Luna rested her head in Mirana’s chest, her arms still wrapped around her as they hugged on their sides.


“Are you okay?” Mirana softly asked, her hand delicately running over Luna’s marked cheek. The moon rider nodded.


“I am. You didn’t do anything wrong, I just,” Luna sighed, not entirely telling the truth again, “I’m too tired to keep going.”


Mirana smiled, “That’s okay. I forgot we’ve been up since dawn.”


They lay there a moment, until Luna felt a discomfort in her torn skinsuit.


“Could you release me for a moment?”


Mirana let her go, and Luna shakily stood up. She moved to her bag, and removed the rest of her clothing, tossing it on top of the bag, then headed back to Mirana, too tired to put any clothes on.


Mirana had moved the covers, and lifted them up, a warm smile on her beautiful lips. The same ones that had ravaged her earlier. Luna pulled the blankets over them, and pulled Mirana in. The priestess looked confused for a moment as Luna leaned in.


“Touch and kiss me a bit please.” Luna asked shyly, her hands resting on the small of Mirana’s back.


Mirana leaned in, complying with the request, one hand caressing Luna’s cheek, while the other felt up her ‘oversized’ ass.


Luna didn’t mind it if Mirana liked that it was big. But there was a question still rattling through her brain, one that made her anxious about this new relationship with Mirana.


Mirana opened her eyes slowly as Luna separated their chaste kiss, her idle gropes and soft touches slowed.


“Do you really think I’m a whore?” Luna softly asked, feeling some itchy pressure on the back of her eyes. Mirana’s reply was instant, delivered with a soft smile and warm eyes.


“Of course not.”


That was all Luna needed, a choked sob left her lips, and her violet eyes shut closed, releasing all the tears welled up. It was as though a weight on her shoulders left, a weight she didn’t even realize was there. She pulled Mirana back in for another kiss, the priestess all too happy to accept her.


Luna didn’t want this moment to end. They kissed and felt one another up, but didn’t get far enough to get rowdy. Luna found it hard to keep her eyes open, losing herself in Mirana’s gentle touch and sweet words between chaste kisses. Exhaustion pulled her away into a blanket of sleep.


***


Luna woke up slowly, eyes blinking blearily away the moisture fuzzing up her vision. She saw Mirana first, her star filled eyes staring back at her happily, a warm smile on her lips.


“Good morning, love.” She whispered, giving another chaste kiss, like they hadn’t stopped since last night.


‘Love?’ Luna repeated, finding a warmth in her chest at the thought of being Mirana’s ‘love’. She smiled, happiness in her heart soaring to new heights. Every past conquest of men and women meant nothing now, not when she was in Mirana’s arms. 


The final pieces of her past were blown away as she let her forehead press against Mirana’s.


“Good morning, love.” Luna grinned.

