The Cruel Moon

Chapter 2

The Arrival

They led her barefoot to a room full of candles, where there was a gold-colored tub. The water was steaming as the little men helped their queen into it. The many small but strong hands washed away the body fluids, the sweat. Her elegant arms lay relaxed at her sides while the strange men squeezed her breasts, fiddled with her pussy, washed her hair, kissed her lips.

Then two of them brought a dress, or rather a long airy robe made of a translucent white fabric. They rubbed the young woman down with fluffy towels before putting the robe around her shoulders. A golden belt was placed around her narrow waist, a golden collar with the flowing chain around her throat. The little men looked at her with satisfaction and clapped their hands, leading her further down the halls of carved stone.

Where they arrived was a round room, barely five meters in diameter. What laid before them was a mirror. Five of the little men came together, one stepped forward and gave each of them, as well as the queen, silver bracelets that seemed to immediately adjust to the size of their owners' wrists. The girl blinked and opened her lips to speak, unsure, but already her chain was in the little man's hand and she obediently stepped forward.

"Look inside, lovely queen!" she did, see the dark eyes, the outlines of her round breasts, the elegant legs. Felt so light... She felt dizzy and the young woman gasped. Her naked feet now touch rough stone, not tiles. But it's not what makes her gasp softly, it's the bottomless darkness dreading behind her shoulders and neck, the glaring white light that is bathing the wall made of dead mountains that are looming over one side of a valley.

She turned away from the mirror and felt naked and small under the black starless sky and this expanse full of stone and dark dust, that was almost white in the radiant light of the hidden source. The small men looked up at her and smiled smugly, "You never walked the moon before, our beloved queen?"

The young woman shook her head, breathed deeply as the realization touched her. This is the Moon. The red headed little man touched her tush, sending a jolt of unwanted pleasure along the queen's spine, "You never take that lovely bracelet off or you will die, freeze and will be left gasping for air like a fish on land." She brushed the warm metal that strangely seemed to live under her hand. "The man in the moon, he is there," he whispered and pulled at the queen's chain, so she looked up and took a graceful step towards a strange trio approaching.

Those were men, firstly she could just make out their black outlines before the backdrop of the mountains and the mighty walls of some buildings that are bathed in the golden light and look like mold from those same mountains. The details were painfully clear, no haze, just dry black stillness. As they came closer she could make out the details of their faces. All three were men, naked, golden. One was older, the other like a man on a peak of his life, the third a young man. All three were beautiful, all three had similar oval faces, differing in age, but there is the same classic nose, big sensual mouth and curly hair on their head and pubis. And their members were hard, big in size, swinging upright between the muscular legs. She blushed and looked down into the veined black stone her naked feet were resting on. She could feel all eyes directed on her and felt herself heating up and shivering.

"Greetings from the Green Folk, my Lord!" the little men bowed their knees before the men as one. "Greetings, little gents," the voice of the older one carries power and some amusement. "Your mirror is indeed a wondrous thing. It brings beauty into my domain." "My Lord," the redheaded one spoke up, "Our new queen finally has found her way to you. As we promised, she will stay yours for as long as you keep our lands dreaming. Are you satisfied with her?" "It is to be tested yet," the middle one of the Moon Men laughed and stepped closer, he took the golden chain out of the redheaded little man's hand, "How is your name, queen?"

"Adea," whispered the young woman and felt tears wetting her cheeks. She felt her life taken from her, her parents, her friends, her sister. Still, the proximity of this beautiful body made her cheeks blush too, "My Lord." It sounded so right. "Yes, you can call me Lord. I have other names and you may learn them in time. Now, come with me to our fortress." She couldn't help it but to enjoy the look of the strong calves and the ass of those golden skinned men as they led her along the way layed out with black polished stones towards the buildings that were growing taller and taller the closer they came.

The Wedding

There was a strict beauty to these halls, unpainted large dark gray stones cut with precision and joined together with amazing care. The soft indirect lights of unearthly persistence painted them warm yellow. Windows, wide but narrow looking as they rise to the high ceiling open up to the glaring slopes of the mountains and the rolling empty plane before.

Now, Adea managed to recognize the soft rainbow shimmer to them, as to that surrounding each person outside under the pitch black sky. Later, she learned that it was the halos produced by the magics of this place and the silver bracelets everyone had to wear outside.

The air smelled fresh, cool with some faint sweetness to it. The guests sat at a long table boarded by high chairs. They were served strange drinks and tasty meals by golden and silver gleaming men who moved with gracious stiffness, as if their joints and bones were made out of less flexible material than a mere human body. They were naked too, their members erect as were those of a score of other men of different age, that all looked similar to the Lord, with some variation for sure, different ages, different body forms, but still.

The young woman didn't know how to behave herself and seeked to meet the gaze of the redheaded little man. The green gents drank and ate and threw mischievous glances to the head of the table, where the Lord sat together with their Queen, surrounded by the younger and the older Lords.

Adea felt lost again, though, her eyes involuntarily grazed the muscled chests and calves, the full buttocs of the Lords and their servants. She could hardly follow the talks, till it was time... The First Lord took the flowing chain and excused himself for the night, taking the young woman with him, followed by the Older and the Younger.

The night

They took her in a tangle of hungry limbs, tore her dress away from the fair shoulders and spread those white legs to let the First Lord mount her on the vaste bed in the Main Bedroom. Looking out to a large basin full of old lava it was. But the Lords had no eyes for the harsh beauty outside, the Older and the Younger smiled as they spread her open to the First, the bull with his tool, that he was jamming further and further into the wetting slit. The golden man smiled down at Adea and pinned her hands over her head with his palm as the other mashed the soft pale breasts, slit up to her throat with the beating heart to be felt there and there he sent himself down onto her, still humping relentlessly into the increasingly heating and wetting sex. Ashamed, Adea turned her head, she felt her heat rising, the involuntary spasms setting in. "So enticing," laughed the old one softly, "She cannot help it. This is the magic of her collar and her body."

Adea turned her blushed face away, moaning softly, only to be put back for a hungry taking kiss by the Lord, melting into his caress and attention. The legs let free, she immediately wrapped them around the First Lords sides, pushing him further into herself, that amazing dick pummeling the wet tight walls. The Young kneeled at her side and his member touched the warm lips of the young woman, his eyes shining, she knew that obedience is her destiny. The heat spreads from the source between her legs as she licks at the warm flesh and takes it into her wet mouth, soonish eagerly sucking and licking at his length.

Being their creature, the body to take, her moans grew more and more shameless as they mounted her one after another, filling her with their semen again and again. And so she dozed off naked, covered by a layer of sweat, theirs and hers, the strong hand wrapped around her body, hands on her breasts and her sex. Two fingers still pushed into her soft folds, wet with their semen and her own juices. Exhausted, the dark eyes closed, those lips kissed, falling into the pit of dreamless sleep.

The awakening

The eyes open to the darkness of the room, Adea breathed in the scent of the men and sex. The First Lord was slightly snoring against her shoulder, his fingers in her warmth. She remembered her room in the house of her parents, the feeling of being protected, the familiar smell of wood and the knowledge that the next day she will meet them in the kitchen and then continue her studies of herbs. In the evening she would help her father in the store, chit chat with the customer... She still could not realize what happened, what she did, how she was with all those strange men, shameless. The tears started to flow softly and wet. The young woman tried to lay still and to not wake them up. The thoughts whirled and ached.

As if sensing her there was a heavy shift, the hairy hand on the naked skin, the heavy body, slowly pulled her close. Without words, the first Lord slipped just between the Adeas thighs, the lips hungry on the sensible skin. He bent his neck to cover her breast with his mouth and sucked wetly with, the tongue rasping her nipple, playing with it with sleepy causality. Her hands softly touched his head, the face, pleading, but already her back was arching, pushing her sex against his heat. She cried ashamed and kissed his lips as he descended upon her, into her, heavy, pushing her down with his weight. Claiming her he settled in the young woman's body throbbing and widening. But then he lifted her face to his kisses that covered her eyes, he tasted her salt and then he started to thrust into her, into the tight warmth. And so did his tongue. She moaned, still crying, lost. But she knew what it was, what she was made for. At least, it was easier to give in... to her Lord.

So the madness was it she was lost to. Wrapping her arms and hips against that beautiful male god that thirsted after. She didn't know that she was first in ages. For all of him here on the deserted moon. Her warmth and lovely submission was what he craved. Her scent and taste, the feeling of her skin, the dark eyes and hair running through his fingers. The others of Him were awakening too, their hands caressing the glowing woman's breasts and throat. Another mouth that shared his breath with her, even as the First Lord hammered into the twitching and spasming sex. She cried out, muffled, helpless of her own desire. How could it be? There were just them, or are they the same? Everywhere just them, her skin glowing and sensitive she felt herself cumming and holding on to the strong body. She felt him keeping her tight, sending more seed into her in that tight darkness filled with male flesh. Shameless. She opened her mouth to cry and hammered her fist on his back.