White moon

An 18-year-old girl was running down a long corridor. He was already waiting for her at their spot. Jumping over a few steps and a small gate, she was now running on the green grass that tickled her bare feet. Her light chiffon dress fluttered as she ran. However, she noticed nothing; it was as if she was flying to meet him. And now she was there. The girl quietly steps on the lush grass and hugs the guy from behind. He turns around sharply and embraces her.

"My lady," he whispers in her ear, kissing her earlobe and moving to her neck.

"Don't call me that, for you I am just Luna," she whispered, arching her neck under his kisses.

"I

missed you so much," he continues to kiss her and reaches her scarlet lips. The guy begins to kiss passionately. His hands gradually started to crumple her skirt, lifting it up.

The girl abruptly broke away from the kiss and pushed the guy away. He looked at her in bewilderment.

"We need to talk seriously," Luna said, now serious.

The girl and the guy sat down under a tall tree.

"You remember what day tomorrow is, right?" she asked, looking into his green eyes.

"My Luna will come of age and become the queen of the Moon Kingdom," the guy smiled and kissed the girl on the corner of her lips.

"I won't just become queen; I must first marry the man my father chose, and we will never see each other again."

Tears appeared in the girl's eyes.

"Let's run away," the guy said without hesitation.

"But where would we run to, Artemis? You're a simple stable hand; my father would find us in no time. After all, I'm not a kitchen maid."

"Then I will go to your father right now and ask for your hand."

The guy jumped to his feet and quickly walked towards the castle. The girl jumped up after him.

"He won't even listen to you, don't go," Luna clung to the guy's arm, trying to stop him, but Artemis was unyielding.

The king was in the throne room, giving final instructions for tomorrow's celebration when Artemis appeared there. Luna hid behind the door.

"Your Majesty," the guy said and knelt. Then he stood up and, looking into the king's eyes, said, "I love your daughter very much, and our feelings are mutual. I ask for her hand."

It sounded somewhat jumbled, but nevertheless serious.

"How dare you even appear before me. You are nobody, and she will be the Moon Queen tomorrow." The king turned away from him and busied himself with his affairs, immediately forgetting about the impudent boy.

"But Your Majesty, you will make her unhappy by marrying her off to someone she doesn't love," the guy insisted.

"Guards, take him and, for his insolence, put him in the dungeon," the king ordered without even looking at the stable hand.

Luna couldn't watch this. She ran out from her hiding place and fell to her knees before her father.

"Father, forgive him. He's a fool, but I truly love him and want to be with him," tears streamed from her eyes.

"No, it's impossible. You are the future queen and must marry a prince, not a pauper. This is our tradition, and you must obey it."

"But father," she pleaded, but the king only turned away.

While Luna was talking to her father, Artemis was already taken to the dungeon.

"I will still be with him," she shouted at her father and left the hall.

The girl lay in bed. The full moon shone through the window. The girl got up and stood in its light. Her naked body seemed to glow with a silvery light. The girl closed her eyes and thought of Artemis, how he was there alone in the dark dungeon. The girl threw on a light robe and quietly left the room. She descended to the dungeons and quietly made her way to Artemis's cell.

"Arti, are you here?" the girl whispered and immediately saw movement on the wide bench that served as a sleeping place.

"What are you doing here, Luna?" he took her palms through the bars. The guy stood in only a light, once-white shirt and similarly light pants. The rest of his clothes had most likely been taken.

"I want to be only yours, and even if they kill me tomorrow, tonight I will be with you."

The girl freed her hands and walked along the wall to find the hook with the keys.

Luna entered the cell and immediately took off her robe. Her snow-white body seemed to glow in this dark and dirty basement. The guy stood and couldn't move. His eyes wandered over the girl's body, stopping at her firm breasts, scarlet lips, slender legs, smooth skin.

"I want you, take me," she said and pressed against the guy. Her lips immediately began to kiss the guy everywhere she could reach. Artemis snapped out of his stupor and kissed his beloved on the lips. First lightly, barely touching, then more and more decisively. His tongue began to explore the girl's mouth. Luna responded to the kiss, keeping up with the guy.

Without separating, they approached the bench, and the guy slowly lowered her onto the bed. It was hard, but the wood slightly cooled the girl's ardor. Artemis broke away from her lips and began kissing her neck, slowly descending to her chest. Meanwhile, his hands wandered over the girl's body. Reaching her breasts, he ran his tongue around the already hardened nipple and carefully kissed it. Luna gasped quietly from the new sensation. Of course, Artemis had caressed her with his hands before, but it had never gone this far. Meanwhile, the guy had already carefully taken the nipple into his mouth and sucked on it a little. Then he moved to the second one and did the same. The girl arched slightly towards his lips. The guy began to move lower, placing his palms on her breasts and starting to knead them a little, gently twisting the nipples. All of this excited the girl, and she was already waiting for everything to happen. Luna had read so much about this, but even a thousand words couldn't describe what she was feeling now.

Artemis was already kissing the inner part of her thigh, approaching her clitoris. First, he lightly touched it with his lips, and the girl gasped again and leaned forward, urging the guy to be bolder. He began to slowly suck on her little bud, sometimes running his tongue over it. He removed one hand from her breast and began tracing the boundaries of her cave with his finger, sometimes slightly inserting it inside. The girl was now moaning aloud, and this sound was only reflected off the walls of their dungeon. At some point, she felt a wave of something wonderful beginning to rise from within. This wave washed over her with such force that she cried out loudly. The guy covered her mouth so the guards wouldn't come running and stopped. His member already demanded release, but he hesitated to break the seal of her innocence. Moreover, he knew that if he did it, she could be killed.

"Why did you stop? I'm waiting for you and want you to be all mine," she rasped. She didn't have the strength for more.

"I can't do this to you; you'll be killed for it. I couldn't live with that," he said and tried to pull away, but she grabbed his shirt, and he fell on top of her.

"If you don't do it, then I'll throw myself off a cliff, but I won't belong to that self-absorbed idiot my father chose."

The girl fell silent and kissed him passionately again. The guy could no longer restrain himself and slowly began to enter. Luna squeezed her eyes shut and winced slightly from the pain.

"Maybe we really shouldn't?" the guy asked, still developing.

"No, don't stop, it's fine," she whispered and leaned forward.

Her loins burned with pain. Artemis began to speed up, and the pain began to turn into pleasure, and a new wave of orgasm washed over her. The girl arched and froze. The girl felt a stream of his seed shoot into her pussy. Both collapsed onto the bench, breathing heavily. The girl lay there, stroking her beloved's stomach.

"Now I am only yours, and I don't care what happens tomorrow," the girl said, falling into the arms of Morpheus.

The next day, the girl decided to confess to her father anyway; let her fate come immediately rather than be first disgraced and then still meet death. The girl didn't even bother to change and went to her father in the same light robe. She didn't even wash off the night's passion, and it seemed to her that all the courtiers she met sensed it and knew what she had done at night. At the same time, she still felt that lightness and bliss from the orgasms, of which there had been many.

"Father," she entered his bedroom when the sun had just lit the horizon. Strangely, the king was already up and dressed.

"Why are you here? Can't sleep on this great day? Happy birthday, daughter. Today you will become a great queen," he smiled and hugged her.

"I didn't sleep tonight, but for a different reason," the girl pulled away from her father and lowered her head, gathering her thoughts.

"Did something happen?" he took her chin and looked into her eyes.

"Artemis, we..." she began, but didn't get to finish; the king interrupted her.

"We closed that topic yesterday; don't ruin today's celebration with talk about that pauper. Today you will marry Fendes, and he will help you be reborn as the White Moon and become the true queen, and let's end this unpleasant conversation," the girl's father got angry, clenching his fists and restraining his emotions.

"I can't marry him," the girl said quietly.

The king looked at her questioningly.

"I... I was reborn as the White Moon today," she said embarrassedly.

"You're lying," the king shouted, looking at his daughter. "Don't you dare even hint at that."

"It's true, father, forgive me."

"How dare you do such a thing?" the king approached and slapped her face. Tears streamed from the girl's eyes, and she clutched her burning cheek. "You have disgraced me, the entire family, and the whole country. Get out, I can't bear to look at you."

"But father..." she tried to object.

"Get out of here and don't let me see you until I call for you."

The girl ran out and hurried to her room. Tears streamed from her eyes, and she still held her hand to her burning cheek. The girl fell onto the bed and continued to sob. She didn't know what would happen next, but inside, besides the pain, there was also joy from the previous night.