The morning sun filtered through the canopy, painting the forest path in dappled gold.
Birds chirped merrily overhead, and the scent of blooming flowers filled the air—a perfect, peaceful morning in the elven village.
Luna walked along the familiar path, but something was different about her today.
She tried to appear composed. Chin high, expression neutral, steps measured. The picture of dignity.
But her body betrayed her.
There was a distinct weakness in her gait, a slight unsteadiness that hadn't been there yesterday.
And every few steps, she would unconsciously clench her thighs together, as if trying to prevent something from escaping.
Because something was trying to escape.
And this was all because of the intense night Luna had as when Luca had said he would ravage her, he hadn't been exaggerating.
Load after load after load, he had pumped into her until she lost count.
Until she lost herself entirely.
