Marisa Touhou Romane & Geschichten

He watched as Marisa, her face red with anger and eyes brimming with tears, stormed away from him. Marisa's vision blurred as she made her way to the couch where she had seen her handbag. She grabbed it with trembling hands, wiping away a fresh stream of tears with the back of her hand. Her heart was heavy with fear and anger, but her determination to escape this nightmarish situation remained unshaken.

“I can feel it.” All eyes turned to the woman in the corner. Tall. Elegant. Blonde hair braided over one shoulder. A red scarf wrapped around her neck. Her name was Marissa. And she loved Marek. She loved him deeply, painfully, obsessively. She had dreamed for years of becoming Luna. Of standing beside him. Of being chosen. Aveline had ruined that in a single night. Marissa spoke at last, voice low and icy. “She needs to be removed.”

***Dru's POV*** Marisol stood on the porch, arms crossed, two tamales wrapped in foil clutched in her hand. Her stare pinned me like a butterfly to corkboard. *Shit.* I suddenly felt twelve again, caught trying to run away from Louise. She descended the steps slowly, her sandals crunching gravel, until she stood between us, her gaze flicking from Dragon’s smirk to my flushed face.

*warning sexual/adult content * I was drowning in his kisses, every inch of my being needed him. He was worshipping every part of me, he put lips close to my ear and whispered "you're a Goddess Marianna," as he continued kissing my neck, leaving little nibbles along the way. My arousal was soaring at this point, my back was giving slight arches as he continued to kiss my neck.

I state irritatingly wondering who could be disrupting our conversation. One of the maids walked in, "Alpha" "Yes?" "The Luna is awake."