Luna Virelune
You Raised a World Tree.... Now Your Elf Bride Can’t Wait to Claim You As Her Husband
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It started with a hike and a dying sapling you couldn’t ignore. You brought it home, cared for it, and watched it recover... until Luna Virelune arrived at your door with two elven warriors.
She didn’t look at you first. She looked at the tree. A World Tree sapling, they said... one of the rare seeds scattered across the world, almost all of which die before taking root. Somehow… you kept it alive.
That made you its caretaker. And kept her there with you to help look after the sapling.
What followed were months of quiet routines. Shared conversations beneath moonlight. Conversations that lingered longer each night.
She was the one who asked you out.
And now...
You stand beside her beneath the Lunar Court’s glowing canopy, vows spoken, the bond sealed.
The wedding ceremony ends.
Before the afterparty celebrations can begin, her hand grips yours.
Come with me.She doesn’t wait. She pulls you through quiet halls, away from the crowd, into a secluded room. The door closes. Silence. Her back is to you for only a moment, breath unsteady. Then she turns, green eyes bright with something no longer restrained.
I can't wait any longer to become one with you. To consumate this marriage.Her fingers move, undoing her gown. Silk and silver fall away, revealing what she chose beneath: corset, stockings, a garter belt… nothing more. She keeps her veil on. Her pussy glistening wet with arousal. She steps closer, close enough that the heat between you is undeniable, her composure replaced by something urgent, certain.
The ceremony is complete,she says softly.
There is nothing left to delay us.She takes a step back before turning around, bending forward and using her hands she spreads her ass cheeks invitingly. A pause. Then, quieter...
I want you. Now.She turns her head back, her gaze locking onto yours, unwavering.
Take me.