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A crescent silver flash left a vaporous trail of red, rubies in the silver night as the man's head left his shoulders. "Heads up," Luna muttered, her Amethyst eyes flashing as she bobbed up and down on her mount. She saw all, the unnatural gift in her eyes scouring men leagues away; a blessing of power as she lept into the fray. A brave, stupid soldier held his ground. The weight of Luna's mount ground the leather jerkin and armor into pulp. "Having fun Commander?" A nearby soldier roared, burying his spear in a now fleeing enemy. "They are all pathetic, can't put up a bloody fight, no they can't." Luna retorted, as her mount began to tear at a fallen soldier. "Mm-mm, Thorn my pet, don't spoil that appetite of yours, otherwise we shan't kill any". The large feline grumbled, shaking it's red-tinted mane, spraying Luna with the lifeblood of the enemy. They routed the fleeing troops, killing those who resisted and paraded the survivors back into the Silver-highland; the full moon mirrored in the commander's silver mane.
Luna lounged in her torf-straw throne, glowering at her kneeling captives, wearing the cruel smile of a proud lion. She had shed most of the heavy armor, feet resting on Thorn whose massive girth threw shadows across the dancing flames. "I know ye ways, Luna, bringin' us here to kill us." The thin man said, as he spat in the fire. Thorn growled suddenly, silencing the man, his wits now scattered. The One-eyed-man smiled, he then looked up and sized up the girl, she was an odd one that Luna: beautiful, rough, tough and oozing confidence. Her long silver hair was tied back, framing the golden spray of freckles on her face… And that ass.. His downhill train of thought was disrupted as the negotiation went on. "So you have men of mine do ye?" Luna asked the thin captive. He sneered, "Ye won't see them alive you bitch!" A hard line set in Luna's face, negotiation wasn't her thing, killing however… "Well if you think you have any right to try that after your defeat, we will just kill you lot and rescue them." "Rescue..." The thin man forced out a grim smile; one tempered from the logic of his deeds. "They are long dead you know, strung em' up myself." "If ye let us go, I will tell you where..." He got no further as Luna cut him down. The terrified captives pressed their backs to leather of the Command Tent, the rising shadow a reflection of Luna's rage.
Avery Tarn had been standing near the entrance, he prided himself in his ability to protect Luna. He admired her: her courage, resolve and bravery… Which he lacked at times; he knew not what drove him to it, but intervene he did. "Luna please don't kill them, these are just people who got caught up in this conflict… Sorry Commander… I" Thorn halted as Luna stalked toward Avery; the young man tensed as he saw Thorn scurrying back to his prone position, oblivious to the fire he had tread to dust. The slap sent the young man reeling. He felt himself lifted back to his feet, a very angry Luna gripping his collar, while staring him down with flashing eyes. He couldn't help but advert his eyes...couldn't drag them away from her lovely cleavage… "Cheeky aren't you?" Heat flushed through him as she continued the verbal barrage, further enraged by his wandering gaze. "Absolutely disrespectful..."You pig, just because were are childhood friends!"Upon realizing how close they were, the audience of terrified captives watching, and the smile twitching on her lips; she pulled him into her room.
"Thank you though, saved me there… temper always gets the worst of me." "Any-who back to the reason yer here, I'm just in that mood again". She said, leaning in to bite his earlobe. Heat rushed down his body, Luna was an animal. She would drag a nice looking chap she fancied into her room, every half moon to sate her lust. Avery had spoken with the guys lucky or not enough to get taken back to Luna's "den", as they dubbed it. He ran his hand through his mid length blond hair, the butterflies were back, every time he saw her or was near her; he even went to lengths to avoid her at times… "Come on, the night won't get younger you know", the husky tone in Luna's voice tore him back to reality where the young women – who was just letting down her hair, had stripped at a rate which defied time and space. Time seemed to slow as he trudged toward her futon, heart pounding, a heavy weight resting on his heart as he realized he would be nothing more than another notch on her belt. He could smell her now, the aroma of her blankets, the spring of pine under her straw mattress. Luna knelt forward brushing her lips against his, her silver hair shrouding her fine features; Avery gently cupped her cheek, brushing strands of her from her face and deepening the kiss. She surprised him, pushing her tongue into his mouth… the steak she had eaten, and another taste, one that could only be Luna bust forth. She bowed her head, breaking the kiss and nibbling his earlobe; a quick bite, as she found his neck. He felt her heart flutter as he worked his way down the smooth, pale skin, felt her nails on his back as he cupped her breast. "You beast… got me all hot and bothered, you will tend to that, will you?" As he gave no response, she cupped his fine cheekbones; peering into his eyes. Avery had captured her nipple in his mouth, rolling it around his tongue as he peered upward. Luna's face was flushed, the scarlet blush painting the golden freckles a rosin gold. True to her word and her rising scent; the smirk on her face suggested she had plans for him. She wove her hands into the short hair, guiding his tongue down to her throbbing clit. He admired her curves, the well toned muscles which even made some of the soldiers jealous. Luna leaned back, spreading her legs as Avery gently spread her folds and shifted forward. "Are you not going to beg are you?" The question caught him off-guard, sending shivers down his spine. "Luna..." he started. "That's Commander to you, whelp" she replied with a sly grin. He cleared his throat, looking up into her rapture dulled eyes, and begged. "Well, if you say it like that.." she shifted forward and sitting on his face, clamping her legs around his head as he went to work. His tongue moved with quick strokes up and down, turning his head as Luna's juices flowed over him. Luna moaned, clawing at his back and finding herself in a state of ecstasy. A throbbing began, a pressure building under the relentless assault on her genitals. Luna thrust herself forward, grinding herself to the rhythm of the pulsation. She was going to orgasm from the stimulation alone so she decided to remedy this. "Poor wee thing!", Avery broke the cunnilingus as Luna triumphantly held his member, licked her hand as a cat it's paw and, tugged at the length of the shaft. "Let me guess, top nightstand drawer?", Luna paused at the question, slowing the hand-job to a tantalizing rate. "You honor me, I didn't know the whole barrack knew", Luna's smirk was back; the comment still made her blush, as she caught the condom and turned to face him. Avery removed his clothes, embracing Luna as she slid her hands up his abs, fingering his lunar-moth necklace – the mark of their clan. She kissed him, carnal pleasure boiling her blood as she pushed him back. Luna tore the condom packet with her teeth popping it into her mouth, as she covered the bulging cock. Avery looked up at Luna, she bit her lip in anticipation, rubbing her pussy as she asserted herself over him. "I normally like my mounts a wee bit bigger" she commented, as she guided the shaft inside her drenched insides. Luna gasped as each inch sunk into her burning pussy, Avery's cock throbbing inside her. He took control, increasing the temp… Sending her breasts flying and, enjoying the smacking sound of her well formed rear. Luna growled as he cupped he ass, "can't have you fiddling my bum." She panted as Avery pushed her back, slowing down the pace and thrusting as hard and deep as possible. He left her bottom alone, paying close attention to her erect nipples, breasts glistening with a sweet sweat. He was slowly reaching his limit, his breathing becoming jagged made faster by the weight her smell added to the air. "I'm going to cum!" she screamed, Avery held her as he felt her drench him; felt his seed flow into her, the uncontrollable squeezing on his cock and the tremors of orgasm that shook her. Luna looked at him with glassy eyes, the afterglow of rapture shining in her cheeks, then she surprised him by bursting into tears. Avery felt a jolt of adrenaline running up his spine, Luna never cried… She was fearless… indomitable, he couldn't have hurt her is he wanted to… Could he? "They're all dead, I've never lost so many men and women… All because of my blood lust… I failed to protect them." Avery felt like the world was standing on it's head, he sank into her quivering warm body, head spinning as the ice of her tears slid down his chest. He shivered, pulling her to him, he gently stroking her iridescent hair. He knew they had suffered massive loses. Most of the reserve camps murdered during the Battle. "It's not fair." she mumbled sleepily, as the younger man lay looking at the moonlight breaking through the leather tent; wondering what the hell was going on.