Mukuneiu: Red Moon by TSQ_Lilith
Dive into the intoxicating world of “Mukuneiu: Red Moon” by TSQ_Lilith, where passion ignites under the mystique of the crimson moon. Unveil tantalizing desires, explore forbidden thrills, and surrender to the allure of an unforgettable erotic journey.
A night of disorder, dark passion, and insanity. , { } scenes are flashbacks.
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—–The only thing she truthfully remembered of that cold night was staring into the glowing headlights as they passed by. Her skin was dry, yet felt brittle, and she trembled as she embraced herself from the chilling breeze. The young woman was alone, and frightened.
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—–“You cannot possibly expect me to do that, mother!” she shouted with the full fury of her voice. Her mother had seemed awfully irritable recently, and even though Amy gave no mercy with her reluctancy, she knew there was only the faintest of hopes that she would succeed in getting her way. After all, being a redhead she seemed to think she had an excuse to try and get her way. However, today her mother seemed lighter in tone, yet, all the same, just as stern. “There’s no discussing it, Amy. It’s already been decided.” Amy knew she could not conquer her mother, at least not this time, and as she turned to leave the room she mumbled a single word “Bitch.”. Had her mother heard her, she was not certain, but she knew she had gotten away with it and with that she was satisfied.
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—–The rain struck fiercely down from the sky, stinging her skin like frozen needles. She curled her arms tightly around herself, hoping that the thin raincoat she had would hide her from the harsh weather, but knew that it would not. How long had it been now? Three or four days it had seemed, but track of how many times the sun rose and fell had left her along ago. This night, however, had seemed exceptionally short, but as the overwhelming glow rose from behind her she noticed that its regular warmth was not there; it had also come far too quickly. Turning sluggishly she felt an aching jolt through her nerves. Her fingers sank slowly into the soft, wet earth and was entirely surrounded in the crisp blades of grass. There was no day, but something more miraculous, for as her eyes began to focus she noticed that the bright light that sat just behind her was no sun, but the headlights of a vehicle.
—–Ignoring her pain she carelessly pushed herself to her feet, slipping in the mud. A hand firmly bound around her wrist and pulled her up, preventing her from falling to the cold ground, and as she gratefully looked up she no longer cared who it was who had saved her.
—–Even a serial killer would have been a ray of light in her dark life.
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—–A blood curdling scream ripped the air violently, and Amy’s eyes flung open. Stardled, she spun her body to face the source of her awakening, and an intense glare took form upon her face. “YOU LITTLE SHITS, I’M TRYING TO SLEEP!” Her younger sisters stopped short, staring at her wide-eyed, but then only giggled. “We’re telling mom that you said a bad word!”, and almost as soon as they had lashed their tongues out at her they were gone down the hall, once more screamingin their childhood glee.
—–“I cannot believe she made me watch them…” As she said the words she already began to dial the numbers into the phone. The ringing seemed to go on forever, but finally a familiar voice, that of her boyfriend, emerged in the phone. “Hello?” “Hey Paul, it’s me. Look, my mom made me watch my little sisters so I can’t go out, but can you get over here?” She sounded somewhat pleading, but at the same time Paul knew she wasn’t actually asking him anything. “Sure, I’ll be down there in a bit, bye.” She softly sat the phone back into its cradle, and raised herself to her feet.
—–“Alright, guys! My boyfriend’s coming over in a few minutes so you better not bother us! You’ve got the whole upstairs to play. If either of you bug me or Paul while he’s here I swear to god I’ll make you wish you hadn’t been born my sisters!” Giggling was heard, and followed by a brief moment of silence the older of the two young ones spoke from the other room. “We already wish we weren’t!” Her voice faded in a staccato of giggles, and then the house went silent.
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—–“So, what’s your name?” He was younger than her parents, she could tell by the youthful glimmer in his eyes and the lack of wringling in his face. His hair was a lush, ebony thicket, and his skin appeared to have at one time been deeply tanned. There were slight traces of hair growing around his jaw and chin, as well as above his lip, and his eyes were a typical brown. In the simplest of terms looked like an average, twenty-something man. She found him somewhat attractive for his advancement on her own age, but it was his voice that seemed to comfort her. “My name’s Alexia, how about you?” He smiled softly, seeming very sweet in nature, and in a polite tone he responded “I’m Matt. So, where are you heading?”
—–It was a thought had never really had crossed her mind. Where had she been going? She shrugged softly, letting out a long held sigh, and told him the closest to the truth which she could. “To be honest, I’m not really sure. All I know is if you hadn’t have come along I might not of made it the night…” Her words had struck him as real, perhaps it was her appearance. Even though her hair was wet, matted, and tangled, her skin was soaking wet, as well as her clothing, and there was quite a bit of mud and grime along her hands and pantlegs, as well as a few bruises and cuts, a beautiful young woman could be seen. Her eyes were a sapphire blue, and her skin was pale; fair, not pasty. She seemed to have a nice build to her, it could be seen by the clothing which clung to her form from the dampness. Amy appeared as if she had been on her own for weeks, and he truly felt sorry for her, but at the same time was grateful to have the company of somewhat as appealing as she was.
—–“So, uhh… how long have you been out here? And come to think of it, why are you out here?” Something in her eyes changed, then, and slowly they motioned away from him. Something he had said had struck a nerve with her, but just as he prepared to tell her it was alright not to answer, she spoke. “Well, I’m not sure how long it’s been… but you wouldn’t believe me why I was out there if I told you.” “Oh, wouldn’t I? C’mon, at least give it a shot.” He seemed sincere, and for some reason she believed she could really trust him. Working up her courage, she took a deep breath and revealed her story to him, or at lesat the best she could.
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—–“Hey, Paul” Amy said as she openned the door for her boyfriend. He was reasonably tall, about 5’10”, and he had long, wavy brown hair. Her parents never liked him because his apparent rebellious clothing often smelled of cigarette smoke, even though she said that it was just from his family being chain-smokers and he didn’t actually do it. She knew Paul was a smoker, he had gotten her on the habit when she first started hanging out with him. “So, where are the kids?” “Do you really care? They’re probably playing in the street or something. Did you bring beer?” A grin came across his face and he laughed, “No, but I’m sure the kids’ll be fine, we can go get some.” “Alright.” Amy replied, “Just give me a second.” And with that she headed for the restroom.