Mondlicht

Moonlighting

Yuri had never been the adventurous type to you. Maybe she just had hidden secrets, spy adventures, that kind of thing, stuff she was comfortable with that no one else would be. When she asked you to go Moonlighting with her, you had said yes. Spending the night with a beautiful girl was always good, even if you suspected she was moonlighting as a vigilante.

This was not so.

“You are overdressed. You look like a U-Boot Kapitan, Anon. You… have no idea what Moonlighting is, do you?” You shook your head morosely, because you had planned on the vigilante interpretation.

“We must breathe in the aroma. Come inside, it’s a bit like a Spirit Quest done by the Indians long ago, but ancient German.” This was getting interesting, you thought as you followed her deeper into the recesses of her house, the large amount of land behind the cold mansion beckoning you to crawl over the moors and dells.

The room opened up to a small marble chamber. Probably a bathroom with a cute little stall hidden someplace, no way this could just be for incense. Stark walls made of stone surrounded you, the small brazier in the middle of the room filled with resin, burning softly. You sat down next to Yuri on the cushions laid on the floor. She held your hand.  “Here. Breathe this. It will affect you to the proper mood. Your… humors will change, yes. We go for a Mondscheinspaziergang afterwards. A moonlit walk. Breathe DEEPER, Anon. Until you cannot think. Until you melt for me- I mean the mood.”

The red glow intensified. What had once been a small brazier of a few embers had blossomed. The small bit of resin had turned the red to green, and it was smoking. It was otherworldly. Fire wasn’t supposed to be green. Yuri’s hands on the back of your neck, pushing your nose closer and closer to the flame, you couldn’t help but want more of it. “Do not resist, love. This is a very ancient Bavarian trick, used by the people who lived before the Romans even. From who my family is descended. Do not resist, let it carry you to heaven and float down again. Good, good.”

Her hands were sublime, your hair felt light as a feather, she was preening your down before your flight could truly begin. Your cheeks turned purple, like her hair. You breathed back in some Oxygen and then went back for more of the Moonlight. The green haze returned, and Yuri’s soft body was full in your view. She was beautiful, under the pale moonlight. She must have led you outside, the wind tugging softly at the hair between your legs. She was naked too, but that was alright. That was how it was supposed to be, the buzzing said. The wind said it was alright to move forward.

Notes rose above her purple head, and you recognized the mother tongue. Her song was that of Wagner. Yours, to which she joined, was the sorrowful song of the dead dream of Germans for over 700 years.

Gott ehralte Franz den Kaiser

You both knew it perfectly, the tempo of the song bringing you closer to your destination. You were worried that you might lose Yuri, but the Oaks said that the best of hunters could chase a ghost upon the naked rock, but with how pale Yuri was, she could be seen by the blind. That was nice, the blind getting one last vison of true beauty from your other half. She was a part of you know. You could read her thoughts, like the signals of a listening post on the sea floor., aware of everything yet totally isolated. The winds moaned softly, for they loved Yuri. The bushes did part for her, and they parted for you, which was good because you could only focus on how Yuri’s hips swayed with each step. She was confident no where else, but this was her natural habitat. Soft moon lilies sang her praises, and the waters of the pond welcomed you both. The chill brought a starkness to the haze, shadows lengthened and every fish that brushed against you had become an electric eel.

Yuri knew this, loved you, protected you from the cruel sea. Ancient airs were put on between the owl and the rat, the crimson harsh against the black green of the grass. You were ice, and Yuri was ice, but your love was fire, and preserved both of your lives as you took lazy laps in the far north of the Baltic sea, where the great old ones once lived. Even Yuri’s breath was cool against your skin, but her lips were warmer than anything you had ever felt before.

You eventually washed up, marooned upon the bank, and could see nothing but the hazel halo of the Moon, cursed enemy of the Sun, friend to secrets and plots. Harsh yet kind, cool yet hot, Yuri’s bounty was laid out for you. There was no urge to feast upon her. The strength the moon gave you was enough, strength only to watch her breathe, as it was all she could do to you.

You talked in the coolness of the night, a light drizzle settling over you, the dew flowing down her breasts.The rain was natural, and it made the world shimmer as if seen through a glass, darkly, and with a the sea fog of the Baltic, you went out. She was a part of this natural world, as were you. The Dawn was your enemy. It sought to take this away. Man is too weak before the Dawn. The cries of your ancestors, their boasts about their crusades guided you back home, Yuri in your arms, your hand on her waist. This too, was natural.

The Palästinalied always guided the weary and the worn. You had loped back to your cave, belly filled with Hrothgar’s Danes as the sun rose in the East.

Slowly the haze was lifted, and Yuri was still there, staring into your eyes as you laid naked in bed.

“Good Night, my love. You will see me again for Dinner, and my parents will agree to our union.” She said, perhaps in German.

You were one with her now, and she with you. Soon, you would be that in another, literal way.

Hopefully not as a coat or something, but if it was for Yuri, you might make an exception.
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Whatever had been decided at Dinner had been in Yuri’s favor, you had been looked over, her parents, weird old folks, tested your muscles and your agility by throwing a drumstick at you, which you caught and ate. You were so hungry. You couldn’t stop eating the food at the table. Food this good HAD to be drugged.

Wait a minute.

Oh, sure it was nothing.  Yuri was ravishing. She ate in dainty little bites, long tongue and sharp teeth making sure to grab every last bit of meat off her drumstick. The way she blushed while sucking the bone dry was… prophetic, if you had anything to say about it.
Her parents faded into the background, the fire died away, but you felt warm. Not just warm, but a bit angry that she hadn’t been made yours yet. It was outrageous. Its never been done before, in the history of the Jedi, to make me a Master but not put me on the Council. Even Yuri agrees, though she looks confused.

“Eat more, before you become crazy like Raskolnikov, and famished like him.” She commanded. It was good to obey her soft voice. It wasn’t harsh, it was more a suggestion of your own that she agreed with. Wasn’t it? You were always full of good ideas, and Yuri appreciated them a lot, look at that smile, like a sawblade. Lovely red lips and eyes that told of what was to be.

It was almost as if she wished to devour you as well, which would not be so bad.

“Eat, Anon. You need a great deal of energy for our activity tonight.”

“Won’t I need to tell my Mom what I am doing?” you asked, like a child.

“There is no longer a need for that, or for her. There is only me now.”

“I am glad. That’s a relief, all I need is Yuri, very simple.”

She grabbed you and half dragged you back to the bed, every step recalling her luscious body, fraught with scars but beautiful all the same, the rippling pattern clearly marked for rituals. “No one… No one is going to watch us, right?”

“No, beloved. The room must be purely filled with moonlight, but there cannot be witnesses. This one is just you and me. Won’t that be fun?”


Yes. It will.


Yuri’s smooth body billowed out of her clothes, as white sails do when released from their rigging. The light was blinding, but every scar showed a dizzying array of swirls and zig zags. Every line of her body was accented, as if the seams were coming out. You just had to pull on them and she moaned in delight. She was ready, but were you?

The bed. Yes, lying down on your back was good, all you needed was her to point. So soft, so sleepy. You did not mind when the knife flashed, and your clothes were removed. Yuri had many suits you could have. She was sewing up your seams with that knife, small red lines blossoming from your chest, scars like hers were sure to form. “These are the marks of a Husband-Thrall. You will be known to all as mine, and I shall reward you for your total loyalty with my own.”

You did not feel pain, the crimson was a nice contrast from your pale white skin, skin like hers. Her breasts were splashed with red, and she covered herself more evenly with your blood, your life essence filling and coating her. You hadn’t noticed but a great weight had been placed on you, and she adjusted it until the weight was acceptable. The weight of her soul rested on you, and soon the soul of another would be added. The ritual demanded that the bond be fully realized.

“The Broodmothers will thank us greatly for our additions, Anon. My body was made for this, and so was yours. Do not resist, we have all night to mate. You won’t stop for hours, you will keep up your semen pressure and will drain an infinite well. It is good to moan, it tells the spirits that I am doing a good job. Ahhh ahhh good thrall, you mustn’t resist. Let go.

Let go.

Let go.

Let go.

Feel the way our hips clash like giants warring, feel the slap of my fertile body being filled by yours. Just let it out, Anon.

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You are a good boy. You cannot stop now though.

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You have more. You must use it all. Tear my apart with your hands, so that I may scream for you.

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Haaah ahhhha Y-you cannot stop now. I need another.

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Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

Yuri couldn’t speak. You could not speak. Endless hours of shooting load after load into Mistress had left you both in an animal state, drugs worn off, but minds still broken. You would not stop until you both passed out. When you woke up in 3 days, you would find that you had been successful, and the Brood was one member stronger. In 9 months’ time, it would have another, and another until you had outlived your usefulness and raised your own purple haired daughter to begin the cycle again.
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