Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Luna have never been so alive as she had been in that moment, and now she was gone, leaving him with the echo of her touch and the cold reality of his defeat.
She wanted to taste him as a single night would clench her lust, and caught him in town reported by her minions. Luna had a plan in mind and quickly put it to action and disguise herself as a human girl to seduce Ren.
She knew she had to be patient and wait for the right moment to strike again. She had to make sure he was vulnerable, weak, and unable to resist her. She had to make him hers again.
Ren was wandering around a lively town, he opened a map wondering where'd he's at . The streets were bustling with people, the air filled with the scent of roasted meats and the distant sound of laughter. He was trying to shake off the lingering effects of Luna's spell, but his body still ached for her touch. His fingers traced the worn edges of the map, his mind racing with thoughts of her.
The town was nestled in the foothills, a place where the shadows of Shadow Valley seemed to bleed into the everyday world. It was a place where the line between light and dark was blurred, a place where anything could happen.
Ren stopped at a inn, exhaustion had claimed him . His body still hummed with the remnants of Luna’s touch, and the lingering scent of her perfume clung to his skin. He needed a moment to collect his thoughts, to regain his composure. The inn was warm and bustling, the air filled with the scent of woodsmoke and ale. He sat down at a table near the window, the late afternoon sun casting golden streaks through the dusty glass.
The innkeeper, a stout woman with a perpetually cheerful demeanor, approached him with a mug of dark ale. "You look like you need this," she said, placing the mug in front of him. "And some food. You look like you’ve been through a war," she added, sliding a plate of salted pork and dark bread toward him. "Name’s Maris. You’re not from around here, are you?"
Ren took a slow sip of the ale, letting the warmth settle in his chest. "No," he said, his voice low. "I’m not."
Maris studied him for a moment, her sharp eyes missing nothing. "You’re not one of *them*," she said quietly. "Not like the ones who come through here looking for trouble."
Ren didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. The way she said it—like she knew exactly what he was—made his skin prickle. "Looked, I'm not here to be checked and I'm tired as fucked traveling all day and night ." He took another sip of ale, the bitter tang grounding him. "I'd appreciate if you could get me a room ," he said, voice rough but steady. "And maybe some silence."
Maris nodded, wiping her hands on her apron. "Anna will guide you there . She’s new, but she’s got a good head on her shoulders." She gestured toward a young woman with a tired smile and a stack of keys. "Anna, this one’s yours. He’s got a room on the third floor, back corner. Quiet as a church mouse, he said."
Anna, her dark hair pulled into a loose braid, gave Ren a quick once-over. "Third floor, back corner," she repeated, holding out a key. "Room’s clean. Bathroom’s shared, but it’s got a lock. You’ll be fine."
Ren took the key, his fingers brushing hers.
The touch was fleeting, but it sent a jolt through him—like a spark of electricity against his skin. He didn’t look at her, didn’t acknowledge the way her eyes lingered on him for a second too long. Instead, he turned and walked toward the stairs, his boots thudding against the wooden steps.
The third floor was quiet, the hallway dimly lit by a single flickering bulb. Ren pushed open the door to his room and stepped inside. The space was small but clean—simple wooden furniture, a narrow bed covered in a faded quilt, and a small table with a single candle. He tossed the key onto the table and exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair.
Ren started to feel erected as the spell still on affecting him. He damned that insane witch, as the lust overtake him, as he needed to get rid of this feeling. He walked to the small wash basin, splashed cold water on his face, and tried to regain his composure. His reflection in the mirror was a stranger to him—dark circles under his eyes, a sharp jawline, and a haunted look that made him question his own sanity.
He stripped off his clothes, tossing them onto the chair. The air in the room was cool, but his skin still felt flushed from the remnants of Luna’s touch. He sat down at the edge of the bed with a fully erected cock as he needed to account before sleeping. He started to stroke himself, his eyes closed as he tried to ignore the memory of Luna’s touch. The candle flickered, casting long shadows against the walls, and the scent of the ale still lingered in his nostrils.
"Fuck," he muttered, his voice rough with frustration. He was so damn tired of being at her mercy.
A soft knock at the door made him freeze. He exhaled sharply, his hand stilling on his cock.
"Yeah?" he called out, trying to keep his voice steady.
The door creaked open, and Anna stepped inside. She wore a simple white nightgown that clung to her curves, her dark hair falling loosely over her shoulders.
Her eyes were wide, her lips slightly parted as she took in the sight of Ren’s exposed body. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows that danced across her skin, making her look like a ghost in the dim room.
"Sorry," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You looked like you were in pain."
Ren’s breath hitched. The way she looked at him—like she genuinely cared—sent a jolt through him. He quickly pulled the blanket over his lap, his cock still hard beneath the fabric. "Yeah, I’m fine," he said, his voice gruff.
"Just… tired." He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, trying to hide the flush creeping up his neck. "You don’t need to worry about me."
Anna looked down, at his erected cock she licked her lip's searching for a reason to feel him. "It's seemed you're in so much pain let me helped you ." She stepped closer, her voice soft and gentle. "I can help you feel better."
Ren’s breath caught in his throat. His body was still humming with the remnants of Luna’s touch, and now Anna’s presence was making it worse. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his pulse racing. He wanted to refuse her, to push her away, but the way she looked at him, the way she spoke to him, made it impossible to deny her.
"Anna, I—" he started, but his voice trailed off as she reached out and gently touched his cheek. Her fingers were warm and soft, her touch sending a shiver down his spine.
Ren exhaled sharply, his body betraying him with a deep, involuntary groan. "Anna, you don’t understand," he said, his voice strained. "I can’t—"
"Don't worry is a free service." Anna took out the sheets that cover his erected cock, her fingers tracing the veins and the head of his erection. She leaned closer, her breath warm against his skin. "I'll make sure you feel better."
Ren’s breath caught in his throat as she wrapped her hand around his shaft, her touch gentle yet firm. The candlelight flickered, casting an ethereal glow on her face, highlighting the softness of her features. His body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation.
"Anna, please—" he tried to protest, but his voice was barely audible, his body already responding to her touch.
She smiled softly, her eyes dark and knowing. "Please sir, it's part of my job ," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "I'm here to make sure you're comfortable."
Ren's breath hitched as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "You're so beautiful," she murmured, her fingers tracing the contours of his body. "I can feel how much you need this."
Ren's body reacted instinctively, his cock twitching in her grasp. He tried to pull away, but his body wouldn't listen. "Anna, stop," he managed to say, his voice strained.
She shook her head gently, her fingers tightening around his erection. "No, sir. You need this. I can feel it." She leaned in closer, her lips almost touching his.
"I know you're hurting," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "Let me help you forget for a little while."
Ren give in, Anna quickly took notice as she stepped up a notches as she pulled down the top of her nightgown and exposed her full breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect, the candlelight making them glow like polished obsidian. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear again, her voice a whisper that sent a shiver down his spine.
"You're so tense," she murmured, her fingers now tracing the outline of his chest. "Let me help you relax."
Ren's breath hitched as she gently pinched his nipple between her fingers, a sharp but pleasant pain shooting through him. He groaned softly, his body arching slightly into her touch. His cock throbbed in her grasp, the need overwhelming him.
Anna started sat on his lap, and guide his hands to her chest while she kissed him deeply. Her tongue teased his lips, her body pressing against his, her breasts heavy in his hands. She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
Ren’s hands moved instinctively, exploring the softness of her skin, the warmth of her body. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the way her breath quickened against his lips. Every touch sent a new wave of sensation through him, making him lose himself in the moment.
"Fuck, Anna," he breathed, his voice hoarse with desire. He could feel himself losing control, his body responding to her touch like it had never done before. Anna grinned as she have him under her grasped, she fully removed her nightgown and started the real fun . Her body was a masterpiece, her skin smooth and flawless, her curves perfect. She position herself on bed, as she stands in all four's, her upper half pressing down at the mattress while her lower half is raised up . Her legs were spread wide, her dark curls glistening in the candlelight, and her scent filled the room with a heady mix of vanilla and something wild and untamed.
Ren’s breath caught in his throat, his eyes locked onto her. He had never seen anything so beautiful, so intoxicating. His cock throbbed painfully, the need for her overwhelming. He position himself from behind and she moaned as he slid into her, her body tight and warm around him. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements, his thrusts deep and steady.
"Anna," he groaned, his voice rough with need. "You feel so good."
She arched her back, her moans filling the room. "Harder, Ren. Please, harder."
His rhythm quickened, his body responding to her every whimper and sigh. He could feel her walls clenching around him, her body tightening as she neared her climax.
"Fuck, Anna," he breathed, his body tensing.