Moonlight spilled across the narrow mountain trail like spilled mercury, stretching crooked shadows behind every boulder and twisted root. Aukin moved ahead with easy confidence, a quiet, pleased hum vibrating in his throat. Fairy Moon followed close behind, her long black hair swaying like liquid shadow, her presence a serene contrast to the charged energy rolling off him in waves. Flanking them stumbled the two mortals they had pulled from the jaws of the forest beasts: Elara, slender and sharp-featured, clinging tightly to her brother Torvin's arm; Torvin himself, broad-shouldered but visibly shaking, eyes darting between awe and raw terror.
"We're nearly there," Aukin said over his shoulder, voice low and smooth. A dangerous spark lit his ice-blue gaze as he glanced back at the pair. "Our private sanctuary. You'll find it… very welcoming."
Elara's fingers dug deeper into Torvin's sleeve. "Thank you, Young Master Aukin," she managed, voice thin and unsteady. "We… we owe you our lives. Those spirit wolves would have ripped us apart."
Fairy Moon drifted nearer, the faint perfume of night jasmine trailing in her wake. "You threw yourselves into danger for a handful of common herbs," she observed calmly, the words carrying the gentle weight of countless centuries. "A reckless choice for fleeting mortals."
Torvin swallowed hard, staring at the ground between his feet. "My sister is dying, Goddess. The wasting sickness… those herbs were the last thing we could try."
Aukin's chuckle rolled out, deep and rich, sending a visible shiver racing down Elara's spine. "And now fate has delivered something infinitely more valuable." He stopped at the base of a sheer, mist-wreathed peak. A nearly invisible barrier shimmered across the path. With a casual flick of his hand the veil parted like mist before sunlight. "Step inside. This place answers only to us."
The moment they crossed the threshold, the air changed—warmer, thicker, humming with latent spiritual energy. Pale glowing flowers dotted the winding path, their soft luminescence revealing a graceful pavilion carved straight into the living rock. Hidden springs spilled down the cliffs in silvery threads, their constant murmur blending with the sigh of night wind.
"You belong to us now," Fairy Moon stated simply, tone quiet yet absolute. "Serve faithfully, and want will never touch you again. In time, you may even glimpse truths beyond your mortal dreams." Her deep blue eyes settled on Elara, holding a promise that made the girl's breath catch.
"We understand, Goddess," Elara whispered, pulse thundering. "We are yours."
Aukin's grin flashed white in the dim light. "Good answer." He guided them into the open hall—walls etched with flowing carvings, floors softened by thick silk rugs. A wide, cushioned divan dominated the center, flanked by low tables bearing bowls of strange, luminous fruits and pitchers that steamed faintly. "Sit. Relax. The night is young."
Torvin and Elara perched on the edge of the divan, bodies rigid. Aukin and Fairy Moon settled opposite, postures loose and predatory.
"Tell us who you are," Fairy Moon invited, gaze drifting over Elara's trembling fingers, then up to meet her eyes. "Your fears. Your secret wishes. What you truly hunger for."
Elara hesitated, then forced the words out. "To survive. To keep my brother safe. To serve you well."
Aukin leaned forward, elbows on knees, pinning Torvin with an intense stare. "And you?"
Torvin's voice cracked. "To save her. To be worthy of… whatever mercy you show."
"Worthy," Aukin echoed, amused. He plucked a glistening red fruit, bit deeply, letting juice trail down his chin before licking it away with slow deliberation. Fairy Moon watched the motion, a faint, private smile curving her lips.
Silence thickened, broken only by falling water and distant night sounds. A strange warmth began to crawl beneath Elara's skin, pooling low in her belly.
"You witnessed our power," Fairy Moon said at last, voice dropping to an intimate murmur. "Our true nature. Do you grasp what serving us truly means?"
Torvin nodded jerkily. "We saw… everything. We know we're nothing compared to you."
"Nothing?" Aukin mused, eyes sliding to Elara then back to his mother. "Even nothing can be reshaped into something exquisite." He rose smoothly, stretching so the silk of his robe pulled taut across muscle. "Mother, I think our new retainers are ready for their initiation."
Fairy Moon's smile turned slow and lethal in its beauty. "Then let us begin."
She flowed toward Elara, kneeling gracefully so their faces were level. Elara's breath stuttered as cool fingers traced her jawline.
"So delicate," Fairy Moon whispered. "So untouched." Her thumb brushed Elara's lower lip, parting it gently. "Have you ever known real pleasure, child? The kind that burns away every thought of survival?"
Elara shook her head, mute, trapped in those luminous eyes.
"You will now." Fairy Moon leaned closer, breath ghosting Elara's ear. "Close your eyes. Feel everything."
Elara obeyed. The world shrank to sensation: fingertips drifting down her throat, across her collarbone, then cupping one small breast through rough fabric. A thumb circled her nipple until it stiffened painfully sweet. Elara whimpered, arching without meaning to.
"Beautiful," Fairy Moon purred, sliding her hand beneath the tunic, palm flat against quivering stomach, then lower. Fingers found slick heat between trembling thighs. "Already so eager."
Elara gasped, hips jerking forward instinctively.
Aukin watched, satisfaction curling his mouth. He caught Torvin's stunned gaze. "Look how the goddess favors her. Few mortals ever taste such grace."
Torvin could only stare as his sister writhed, face flushed with helpless pleasure.
"Aukin," Fairy Moon called softly, fingers never pausing their slow circles over Elara's clit. "She's prepared."
Aukin moved, shadow falling across Elara. He knelt, cradling the back of her head. "Open for me, little one."
Elara's eyes snapped wide at the sight of his thick, rigid length—dark, veined, already glistening. The musky scent hit her like a drug.
"Wider," he ordered.
Fairy Moon's relentless stroking drowned every protest. Elara's lips parted. Aukin pressed forward. The blunt head stretched her mouth; she gagged at first, eyes watering, but Fairy Moon's touch anchored her, urging her to relax. Inch by inch he filled her until her throat burned around him, cheeks hollowed, jaw aching.
"Good," Aukin growled, holding her there, letting her feel every pulsing inch. Then he withdrew slowly, only to slide back in—deeper, steadier, setting a deliberate rhythm.
Elara's muffled moans vibrated around him as Fairy Moon's fingers pushed her higher, pleasure coiling unbearably tight.
Aukin's pace quickened. "Take it all," he rasped. Heat flooded her mouth—thick, hot spurts that she swallowed reflexively, choking, yet strangely fulfilled. He pulled free, leaving her lips swollen, chin streaked white.
Fairy Moon leaned in at once, tongue delicately cleaning the mess from Elara's face. "Perfect," she breathed, sharing a dark, delighted glance with her son.
Aukin lifted Elara effortlessly, settling her astride his lap. Her slick folds hovered above him. With one smooth motion he guided her down, impaling her fully. Elara cried out, nails digging into his shoulders as he stretched her to the limit.
"So perfect," he grunted, beginning to thrust—slow rolls that soon turned punishing. Each deep plunge bumped her cervix, drawing sharp, ecstatic screams.
Fairy Moon turned to Torvin, who sat frozen, cock straining painfully against his trousers. She knelt before him, fingers brushing his cheek. "Your sister knows heaven now. Don't you want the same?"
Torvin's protest died as her hand slipped inside his trousers, wrapping around his throbbing shaft. She stroked once, twice—then took him into her mouth.
Torvin's head fell back with a broken groan. Fairy Moon worked him with devastating skill—slow sucks, swirling tongue, gentle pressure on his balls—until he trembled on the edge.
Across the room, she met Aukin's eyes again, a silent spark passing between them. She rose, straddled Torvin, and sank down onto his length in one fluid motion.
Torvin shouted, hips bucking helplessly into impossible heat and tightness. Fairy Moon rode him hard, head thrown back, breasts bouncing with every downward stroke.
Aukin watched, thrusts into Elara growing savage. "Look at Mother take him," he growled. "Look how beautifully she breaks."
Elara shattered first—body seizing, inner walls clamping down as she squirted in violent pulses, soaking them both, screaming his name.
The sight pushed Aukin over. With a final brutal plunge he erupted inside her, flooding her depths with thick heat.
Fairy Moon's own climax hit moments later—fierce, shuddering, milking Torvin until he roared and spilled deep inside the goddess, body convulsing in helpless surrender.
Silence fell, broken only by ragged breathing.
Aukin eased Elara down beside her brother—both limp, faces slack with blissed-out exhaustion. He turned to Fairy Moon, brushing sweat-damp hair from her glowing face.
"My perfect Mother," he murmured, voice soft with reverence.
She leaned into his palm, eyes shining. "My brilliant son."
He drew her close, crushing her against his chest. Their mouths met in a slow, deep kiss—tongues tangling lazily, tasting sweat, cum, and each other. No rush, no performance—just the quiet certainty of two beings bound beyond flesh, beyond time.
Around them the mortals slept, forever changed by divine excess. For Aukin and Fairy Moon, this was merely another chapter in their private scripture of desire—one more beautiful, depraved step deeper into the abyss they shared.