On Whom the Moon Doth Shine
By SMYGO4EVA
Long ago, before Earth began to die.
Before life as they all knew it ended.
Darcia fell in love.
Taking off her ornate mask, Lady Hamona stood out to him, a cut above the rest. Soft lavender eyes, a gentle smile and her long, emerald-green hair had him mesmerized. Though she was of noble birth, she wished to help those less fortunate, lending out her hand to anyone in need.
Darcia thought not to give her mere coin or insignificant trinkets as a token of his affection, nothing of the sort. thought of something more.
Once the winds were cool to the touch, Darcia gifted Hamona a field of blooming flowers, where such a place was theirs and theirs alone.
Hamona wandered the vast fields, with Darcia by her side, and they would watch the flowers gleam and glow. She whispered her words of gratitude, sweetly and soothingly in his ear, her fingers threaded with his, a warmth shared with no other.
On the day of summer's end, Hamona saw that the flowers still stood, their petals open and shimmering.
Hours long before the bonfire and the festivities were to begin, she and Darcia ventured to their very field, where no one else knew of such a place.
Hamona laid upon the soft willowy grass, her flowing hair around her head like a crown. She pulled Darcia down so that he would be on top of her.
She needed not to say anything else, as her eyes told, no, pleaded him, to make her his.
He nodded, his love and desire burning for her.
Within moments, his touch had her undone, his fingers upon her skin like flame, and her embrace encompassing as she opened herself to him, waiting to be filled.
Hamona grasped onto Darcia with all she had, his cock moving in and out, inside her, filling her up, his hot mouth on her warm neck. He claimed her, filling her, sheathing her, and marking her. She moved sensually on top of him, her body shifting and spasming with cresting pleasure, the sensation of his orgasm releasing inside her cunt too much to bear.
They lied upon the dewy grass, soft breaths breaking the silence, her arms curled around him, and her head on his chest.
After the day of summer's end, they never returned.
The flowers began to die, wilting petals and barren dirt left after the scorch that plagued the lands.
Hamona fell into the deepest of slumber, swallowed by the shadows, never to wake again.
Her soul was taken by Paradise, lost to everyone, lost to Darcia.
Darcia could not leave her in such a state, even when the Nobles told him his efforts were all for naught.
He remembered her touch, her smile, and her kind heart; as she lay in his keep, his heart grew cold, his eyes cruel, one that of a wolf, his mask forever adorning his face.
For her eyes to open once again, that would be all he ever needed.
