THE LUNA'S RITUAL
I pictured those same tits in my hands, her body twisting and moaning while I slapped them until they bounced and turned red.
“Mother, what is going on?” Darius asked, snapping me out of the filthy haze.
“Haven’t you noticed something strange about your city Luna?”
He frowned, glancing between me and his mother. “What is strange?”
“She has no scent,” his mother said. “I noticed it yesterday. She is fooling you.”
Darius turned to me, “I noticed that too, Lyra. Why don’t you have a scent?”
Tears burned at the corners of my eyes. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.