2 Tragic Moons

Status: Finished (Anglican Christmas, 2024)

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“I’m blinded by the pale moonlight”

I look out the window but it’s too bright, almost too bright for it to be considered nighttime. But I’m sure of it, it’s quite nightly outside, as it’s almost 1 am. The carpet is looking nice today, its color goes well with the pale moonlight and both blue colors match quite nicely, even though they’re the same colors.

That’s how I also feel about the fact that I see another moon outside.

“I’m blind but I see the two moons” I say out loud, talking to no one in particular other than my teacup. I like conversing with my teacup when I’m bored, during these cold and lonely days she (or he) is my only friend I can rely on. I love my teacup, and I carefully put it back on the table after sipping more chamomile tea from it. The tea has gotten quite stale as I let it sit for a couple of hours and the offputting aroma of chamomille that comes if it stays undrank for a long time is still lingering in my mouth, but I don’t mind it.

It's Christmas, well almost. It depends on who you ask though. If you ask a Catholic then yeah, Christmas is now, or today to be more specific. But if you ask an Orthodox or a Buddhist if it’s Christmas today, then they’d probably give you different answers totally different from one another as well.

That’s how I feel seeing two moons, two white twins stand solemnly next to each other. The expression is quite eerily, and it’s almost like I can hear the moons talking. It’s quite funny actually, but I enjoy the tea, alone, on this Christmas night.

There’s a lot of snow in Doherty. But I don’t mind, as I like the snow because it goes well with my hair, because my hair is in fact, quite white, if not totally white. But it’s not because I’m old or anything, actually, I’m in the best years of my life (the teenage years!) and I feel quite agile, capable of doing anything I want or can want.

When I was little, my older brothers used to call me Snow White because I had soft and pure white short hair that was well-maintained. I also can’t stand the summer and my mood perfectly matches the weather – the colder it is the happier I get, the warmer it is the sadder I get, so I was their Princess Snow, or just Snow, as they liked to call me.

But I don’t feel like Snow White and have never felt like her. I prefer Robin Hood over Snow White mostly because he uses a bow and an arrow. I like archers a lot, and the fact Snow White didn’t have a bow and arrow is quite alarming. Girls should be able to protect themselves on their own, and not wait for a prince to quote-on-quote save them, so why didn’t Snow White learn how to shoot arrows? She could’ve killed anyone on sight if she wanted to only if she practiced her marksmanship skills well enough, but oh well, that’s why I’m different than her, I practiced my bow and arrow regularly at school, and when not in school I practice shooting out of firearms.

My family is one of the more noble ones in Doherty, but it all comes with a price though, as they had to pay and quote-on-quote sell me to the company. But it’s okay, as long as the company allows me to enjoy the Minnesotan winters solemnly, I always take leave on winter holidays, and during the summer I’m the most diligent honey bee in the company.

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Around two hours passed since I finished my quote-on-quote morning tea. I left the small coffee table placed next to a window and went out to my own personal room. This estate is quite big and I’m happy that I’m well off, but living in big spaces is not my kind of thing.

I get into my room, lock the door, check if it’s locked, and then sit at the table. The table is cluttered with various stuff, such as deadly weapons and makeup, but in front of me is a large mirror that helps me see myself when I want to see myself. I didn’t turn on the light because the pale moonlight of the twin moons was shining right through my window, and I could perfectly see everything I needed to see in the room, plus it also created a unique aesthetic which I appreciated and that was quite rare, as twin moons are a rare occurrence, especially during Christmas.

I sigh and look at myself, deciding to put on some makeup.

I don’t think I will decorate myself too much, after all, I just like being pretty and not looking like a clown or a bimbo. If I could I’d slaughter all whores with my guns, but bullets can be expensive if not utilized properly so I’m not sure if committing a mass slaughter on whores is a viable option, especially considering the fact that the company would dispose of me instantly, and my female ancestors would probably be very disappointed.

I start my makeup by taking out the foundation that matches my white skin color and applying it slowly, without a hurry, onto my face. I feel so cold but being in a short-sleeved shirt is comfy, and I can’t be bothered to change right now so I just continue with applying the foundation and I’m happy with how it’s turning out. The next thing I’m going to do is take out my mascara (the brand is “Neurosurgeon” for those wondering) which adds a nice layer of thickness and visibility to my eyelashes that are already pretty enough, at least in my opinion. They didn’t call me Snow White without a reason. I’m not the biggest fan of lipstick so I just put on some lip balm as the wind can be quite cold at this time of the year. I add a little bit of blush to my cheeks, although some girls wouldn’t call this a little bit as I like to be kinda excessive with it, but I make sure I don’t look like a clown when I’m done applying it. I look like a perfect ideal snow girl ready to build a snowman with you, and I’m very cute! The cuteness comes at a price though because putting on makeup is a pain in the ass, but an enjoyable one. I think makeup can be compared without a problem to the act of anal sex – it’s something that can go very wrong, but it can also just hurt a little bit all the while bringing you more pleasure than the pain you’re going through. But that also means you need to be prepared for anal sex, and so you need to be prepared for putting on makeup. If I have a day I can’t put on makeup because I will fuck it up, and if I’m too tired I also can’t put it on properly because I will fuck it up! So, makeup is basically anal sex, but anal sex if it was performed on your face.

Mmfghh.. Thinking about anal sex and looking at my pretty face makes me imagine things that I usually shouldn’t imagine, especially on a day dedicated to the birth of quote-on-quote God himself, but that’s not why I like Christmas, I like Christmas because of its atmosphere and aesthetic, and my finger is already circling around my ass.

To even put my finger up to my ass I need to lay down in my chair and get myself into a semi-comfortable position, as masturbating on an antique wooden chair will never be 100% comfortable. But I will never give up, I will never persist, and I’m not afraid to draw it closer to the tight hole and slowly put it in. My finger is drenched in saliva, I sucked on it while thinking about Christmas – the holiday atmosphere turned me on, I just want to cum but from my ass and with my ass.

I put the wet finger near my ass and I put it in, the other hand is on my clitoris and I don’t even wear underwear at home, so it’s really not a bother to masturbate whenever I see it fit. I always masturbate, I always touch my pussy when I’m alone and I’m always in heat, it’s just one of those emotions I can’t escape, even though I was trained to kill people for a living, I was never trained how to restrain my sexual urges and that’s why I have to use mercilessly my fingers to ease myself, to release myself from the burden of wanting to have sex with everyone and everything, it’s just so tiring but it’s so pleasurable.

My face is full of makeup, I’m practically lying in a chair and my back hurts. One finger is on my clitoris and the other finger is going inside my gaping asshole – if you were to look at my asshole eye-to-eye, you would think it’s a living organism because it goes up and down as its breathing, it’s just so excited and it’s just so ready to take one or two fingers up inside it. I don’t know who made me this way, but I always reach the utmost amount of pleasure once I finally start fingering my asshole, even my clitoris is less sensitive than my asshole – and that creates particularly plenty of problems when I have to go to the toilet for a longer time. The same thought of taking a shit is so erotic to me because whenever I have to let the shit out of my anus it just starts tingling my pussy and then I have to relieve myself on the toilet while the shit is acting as a particularly soft dildo leaving my ass. Thankfully, my asshole is clean now – I don’t want to dirty my fingers while my face is so clean and full of pretty makeup. I look so girlish, so fingers smothered in shit aren’t something I want to pursue with this outfit. My breasts are covered by a t-shirt, but the rest of my body is completely naked except for my feet, which have cozy wool socks.

My finger is sliding in and sliding out of my ass, reminding me of familiar sensations although my finger is quite different from the other things that leave and enter my ass. I still enjoy it, I hold ass fingering quite dear to my heart – I shake as I stimulate my ass with my lubricated fingers that I barely even get to touch my clitoris because of how much stimulation I’m receiving from the inside of my ass. I’m moaning loudly because no one will hear me and the pale moonlight is shining on my slender white perverted body. I’m twitching like a bug, but I’m going to start leaking like a faucet pretty soon, it’s just how things are.

My rectum’s walls are getting wet with their own “discharge” and they welcome my fingers gently which forces the lower part of my body to jitter. It feels like I have a clitoris inside my ass and I just can’t stop my fingers from violating that area over and over again, I’m addicted to stimulating my rectum’s flesh walls as they act like a vagina of their own. My mind is broken by the sensations and a lot of liquid is leaking out of my vagina, and a little bit out of my ass but I put it back in and just continue fingering myself. It feels so good that I can’t stop even if I wanted to, I need someone to slap me and tell me to stop, I need someone to forcefully move my fingers out of my ass and tie me up so I can’t stimulate that part of my body anymore. It’s gaping and contracting so violently and my fingers are just penetrating that area as if it’s a portal to another world, to Heaven.

“MFMGHHHHhhhhh” I moan out loud and look at my pretty face in the mirror. I make very indecent expressions for someone who has a lot of makeup, for someone who is so pretty. I’m above average in terms of looks, nobody ever thinks that I do something like this when the lights are off and when no one is looking, and that in fact turns me on even more as I violate my own asshole. I’m raping myself on this beautiful Christmas day and my pussy is full of holy water, blessed by the pale moonlight.

I look at my moaning face in the mirror and my makeup suits me cutely, but the faces I make in the mirror while I masturbate are ugly and unsoothly. I press two fingers into my ass, fully enveloping them, and I look at my pitiful face full of makeup and I could feel getting closer to cumming just from belittling myself with my asshole. I start putting them in and out faster and faster and just stare at my face that I want to disown, that’s so foul and dirty that I don’t want to accept as a part of me, but I just can’t hold it anymore and decide to cum and piss in front of me as I orgasm to the powerful sensations coming from my anus. I moan and scream and I’m out of breath. I’m so tired that I have to get up from the chair and immediately lie down, and I do so on the floor.

I sit on the floor while having my back resting on my bed and a small puddle of liquids accumulates on the place where I’m sitting at. It feels wet and a little bit disgusting but I don’t care because they’re just my body fluids, I can rest in them with ease.

I look at the window that’s right across the place I’m in my room and I stare at the moon that’s bathing my already bathed body with its pale moonlight. The smell is nice, and my fingers don’t smell too badly so I will disinfect them with my spit, it shouldn’t be a problem and I will ignore the taste of them as much as I can. If I was horny, I would praise them for being delicious but I let out everything go and now I’m resting in my body fluids. It’s a nice Christmas night and I feel delighted, so my eyes drift for a little bit. My eyelids get heavier and then they go.

And then they go..

And then they go...

And then they go....

And then they go.....

I close my eyes but open them by accident and there stands a figure in the pale moonlight, blocking my ray of moonlight, casting their long shadow over me.

The figure has long hair, feminine clothing, and female posture. I hope that I’m dreaming but I can still feel the body liquids lingering below my ass and I remind myself automatically that this isn’t a dream, but rather a mere reality. A mere reality constructed by the outside factors of the outside world, and in front of me is a potential enemy. And how am I to fight this enemy? My guns are on my table, I’m naked and can easily be raped, I’m exhausted and I don’t want to fight this stranger. I don’t know why she’s picking up a fight with me but I killed many people so getting over her shouldn’t be at least I think too big of a problem. So, I try to get up but her sweet voice puts me down and I’m forced to endure her voice’s sweetness.

“Emilia” I hear that certain someone call my name. I still don’t recognize the hypnotist’s voice. Or no, perhaps it’s just an illusion coming from my drugged mind.

“Are you.. my master?” The voice says something I can’t comprehend as the pale moonlight hits its back and forces its shadow onto me.

“WW-What?” I manage to get out of my mouth, my voice is strained from all the moaning my vocal chords went through. Whenever I masturbate like that I have trouble later on with getting back the regular tone of my voice.

“Are you my master, young girl?” I lay down looking at this anomaly, still not registering what she’s talking about.

“Wrong franchise?”

“Impossible, you summoned me. It’s me! Sa-“

“NO” I scream, kicking the floor, trying to muffle the sound coming from the girl’s mouth. I don’t know what’s happening, but I know that whatever she wants to say is not good.

“Your body is slender, it’s very pretty” She says calmly.

“Your face is beautiful, you look like an angel” The girl exclaims.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I wonder.

“I gave you two compliments. I don’t think you know.. but I sorta admire you”

The girl is still in the dark shadow that doesn’t let me see her clearly, and my vision is foggy because of my excessive masturbation and stimulation.

“So what? Thanks I guess” I wonder again.

The dark figure raises its hand and in its hand is a gun, I’m sure of it and as soon as I sense that she will pull the trigger I dodge her bullet, get up, and take my M4 straight into my hands and open fire across her tall body that dodges all of my bullets, and those that hit just get nullified by her bulletproof vest.

“Shit” I reload but she’s quicker than me. I ran out of ammo and she put her hands on the ground in an instant I grabbed another magazine and she kicked the gun out of my hands with one of her legs, while her second leg went straight for my head like a pair of scissors.

I sensed that instantly because I don’t think that girl knows, but I’m not human, at least not fully.

So, I dodge her attack and grab a military knife from my makeup table and I throw it at her while trying to grab one of my guns, even though she can dodge my bullets I still feel it’s necessary to show her that I want to kill her and that I will do anything to hit her at least once.

The girl moves like scissors around the entirety of my room and avoids everything I throw at her and my back is facing the wall, unable to go anywhere else. She takes that chance to stand right in front of me, pushing me against the wall while pushing her lips straight onto mine. Her mouth tastes like candy and I feel sick all of a sudden, but she keeps groping my firm breasts and I’m forced to be violated by such a stronger and much more feminine female.

She’s pushing me against the wall, her lips are crawling into mine, and her boobs are outwrestling my boobs which aren’t small, but are losing to her giant bust. I feel defeated as she dominates me sexually and mentally and I just lose power to control my body and let her take over me. The girl stops kissing me eventually and whispers into my ear.

“Amadeus Wolfgang Mozart” As if she’s stating her name.

I look into her eyes, like an upset devil that looks at his wife and I beg for forgiveness. I feel deluded by her pleasant smell and her actions are a music for my already 24/7 horny body and mind. It feels like she’s implanting herself into me and I can’t resist anyhow. I want to break her neck, I want it to stop but I can’t fight against a music box that keeps soothing my nerves, and that keeps stimulating my poor little self.

“Nice to meet you Emilia, I have an urge to penetrate your ass but I lack a cock. I hope my fingers will be enough to satisfy your Christmas call” She whispers into my ear and then starts nibbling on it, leaving a hickey on the tip of my ear.

I moan slightly and with my wet lips look at the beautiful feminine face that just violated me. Her voice isn’t feminine and dominant at all, it’s rather a soft girlish voice that’s a little bit raspy, but you would never think it’s capable of violating a person like that.

“Noo..” I mutter and she looks at me with a smile, punishing me with the softness of her voice.

The girl keeps repeating my name and nibbling on my ear which hurts already enough, and I cross my legs and more discharge comes from beneath me. I feel her other hand that’s holding me by the waist go up to my vagina and she presses against it and I squeal like a wounded animal. I’m a prey and Amadeus caught me, and now she’s sexually abusing me as she pleases just like she abuses her piano when she composes her beautiful symphonies. I never expected Mozart to be so beautiful as her body could also be called a symphony due to how beautiful everything on it looks, it’s a pure image that represents a perfect picture of femininity and all things nice and girlish, devoided of any male influence that may taint it.

But even though this bitch made me braindead with some kind of a spell, I can still resist her and I think I had enough of this. And as she comes to whisper repeatedly my name into my ear over and over again I punch her in the liver.

Amadeus backs off and I kick her in the chest. That punch put enough distance between us so that I could kick her with all my might. But I’m lying, I didn’t even kick her with everything that I have because I’m much more capable than that.

She backs off holding her chest but as soon as she’s to look up back at me I’m long gone from the wall where she tried to rape me. I grab a grenade from my makeup bag, smile at Amadeus, and then pull the pin off and throw it at her. I ran out of the room as soon as I pulled the pin and I held the door tightly as she looked up at me in shock and awe. The bomb exploded and luckily I was not hurt but I started running down the stairs and out of the building, still without underwear and with just an old plain shirt on me.

My apartment is on the 5th floor and the hallway is outside the building. I quickly jump from there straight on the ground and it hurts a lot, but like her, I can also regenerate myself and I’m quite efficient at it. I smell like blood, and I also smell like vaginal discharge – the two scents mix nicely with the pale moonlight looking directly at me and the Princess of Christmas blesses me again with the Double Life she is giving me.

I wait for a minute or two while looking up at the place from where I jumped. My body is fully regenerated and I feel perfectly fine, and I see the girl that tried to kill me look at me from the exterior hallway. Her offer was tempting and if I had given in it would’ve been really nice, so I kinda regret not giving my entire life to her, but I also realize that I can’t let her beat me even if I wanted to because the organization trained me to be obedient like an angel, because I’m one of their best soldiers.