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Luna IV Chapter 9: The Full Moon (A Cavill Syverson Fan Fic)

Days later, you go to market to get more supplies for the garden. It was coming along nicely, and you don’t want anything to go wrong. For some reason you can’t keep your eyes off him-his intense gaze, his broad shoulders-you can even single his voice out from a distance. People look at you, whispering as you pass, and you tilt your chin in defiance. Helena, of course, is the first to say something to you at all.

“Hey,” Helena smiles.

“Hi, Helena,” you sigh. “What’s going on?”

Helena’s eyes widen. “He tore that merchant a new one!”

It was your turn to widen your eyes, shock in your features. “What?”

“Look at him.”

You both look over to the fruit stand where the merchant is. His wife is there, which is a first. And he has his arm in a sling. “What—“

“Andreas came back here the very next day and tore that man apart. The bruises are gone now, but not that fractured arm. Told him that if he ever touched any trainee—you in particular—again, he’d lose his business.”

You feel breathless as you locked eyes with the merchant. He looks away and limps to a chair while his wife moved fruit to the display boxes. “Oh.”

“You didn’t know, did you?” Helena chuckles at your reaction. “I’ve never seen Andreas so angry, so…” her expression turns coy. “passionate about anyone in years.”

You feel your cheeks heat under Helena’s knowing gaze. “Oh, he’s just—“

“Just nothing, Zen,” Helena chides softly. “And you’re changing, too.” She smiles and hugs you. “It’s a good thing, Zen. It’s good.”

After lunch with Helena and Gabrielle, you decide to bring his favorite, blueberry acai juice, to him. It’s a hot day and truthfully, you…you just want to see his face. Earlier today, you almost asked him to stay home, and the feeling drove you crazy.

“Sy?” You feel nervous, having never done this before. He is standing in front of the station, talking with some of his men.

He turns and sees you. “Hey, sweetheart, what—”

“I brought you something to drink, it’s hot out here.” You look around and see all those terrible officers that took other women away the first day you came. Your eyes show nothing but contempt for them and you feel warring emotions. He was the leader, right? How can she look at him like she does, knowing—

“Oh, is that my favorite?” He smiles. “Aw, thank you, it’s so hot out here.” He holds out his cup. “Just ice in there, drank the water already.”

You pour juice in his cup. You feel uneasy around the men, but stand your ground. You wanted to do this, right?

He sips it and lets out a contented sigh. “Did you get your strawberry acai?”

You gasp, not because he asked, but because he knew your favorite as well. “No—”

“You should,” he nods. “I’ve got some things to do here, Helena can take you home.

You are sad, honestly sad! You hate feeling this way. It’s not like he’ll won’t be home later, right?

One of the guys laughed, “Aw, she’s—”

Sy snaps his fingers, his expression hard with warning. The young officer gulps and steps away, basically out of arm’s reach. He steps past them and takes you aside. “I’ll be home by moonrise, alright?”

“Alright.”

“Thank you for the drink, hit the spot.” He frames your face and kisses you tenderly. You feel almost lightheaded. “I’ll see you at home.”

You nod, your heart racing as you go back to the marketplace to find Helena.

After getting home, you race to do your usual daily chores. You feel anxious and on edge, as if there isn’t much time and you don’t know why.

As the hours pass, you start to feel it: Your nipples are so tight they begin to hurt. You lose your appetite. Your sex clenches and unclenches in painfully growing spasms. Your body breaks out in a sweat.

You strip after sweating through your dress, and look out the window.

The moon. What did he say the first day you got here?

“Luna IV has a hard gravitational pull, especially at night on those with higher estrogen levels, intensifying libido.”

The moon!

You almost don’t make it to the bed, your blood thudding in your ears, your sex hungrily clenching with need as you slam windows shut in hopes of limiting the effects, but it’s too late. Your nipples hurt, but not as much as they did wearing your dress. The soft cloth felt like sandpaper until you took it off. You are helpless, unable to fight, writhing with fever, aching and in need.

You hear your name called in the darkness. You know that voice.

“Sy?” your voice is somewhat hoarse from your throat being so dry, and you cannot see him. But, you could swear you could smell him—the desert, aftershave, sweat—oh, no…

He comes toward your voice in the bedroom. He finds you laying naked in moonlight, your body glistening as you lay on the bed, writhing as if in pain. 

“Something’s wrong,” you whimper, hugging yourself. “Something’s wrong!”

He begins undressing. “No, love. I’m sorry I’m late, got held up.”

“I’m sick—I have a fever-“

“No.” He crawls over you on the bed. He winces as if he feels your pain, or at least empathizes.

“It hurts, it hurts!” you cry out.

With no prelude, Sy places his knee between your legs to widen them, crushes your body into the sheets and thrusts inside you, making you gasp. You don’t realize how soaking wet you are till just then. His jaw tightens as he moves in and out of you slowly. You moan loudly, wantonly, with relief you cannot fathom. “Calm down…it’s the moon.” His voice is strained as he rains kisses on your face, trying to quell your trembling body. He rotates his hips, and you gasp again, your body arching. “It’s the moon.”

“Uh-“

“It’s need,” he grates out, still moving. He looks down at you. Your body had already begun moving with his. “Shh…it’s okay, it’s okay.”

Agony changes into relief as your high pitched whimpers turn into low moans. He holds you tighter, allowing his weight to serve as added stimulus, an added caress. You move in perfect rhythm until you arched, a scream tearing from your throat. You squirm under him as he thrusts harder, deeper, not slowing down despite your climax. You begin to shiver in aftermath, and then he moves low on you, his tongue dipping inside to lick you. You gasp sharply, your hips rotating, and he puts a pillow under your back, putting you in an arched position without effort.

“Mmmm…”

You pant, grabbing his head, your knees spreading and bending in submission to him. Your high pitched pants end in another scream as he brings you ecstasy. Barely letting you catch breath, he crawls over you, reclaiming you and resuming the piston-like rhythm he’d done before. You rake your fingers over his broad back, and make him moan as your nails dig into his spine. He manages ragged kisses as he moves within you, knowing he is bruising your lips, and reveling in the fact that you are branding each other with small scratches and bites.

“Sy!”

The strangled cry was the onset of your next climax. His whole body tightens, savoring the sensations of your body giving into his. His jaw tightens with control and then he goes down on you again, making you whimper, tremble, and then weakly and greedily rotate your hips to urge him on. You sob his name, your voice raw with emotion.

After about four times of this alternation, he knows he has weakened and tired you, especially after putting your legs over his shoulder and pounding you almost mercilessly. Your mewls are even a little strained, a sign of fatigue. He turns you onto your hands and knees.

“Put your knees together,” he commands.

You did.

“On your elbows.”

You did that too.

Putting his knees on either side of yours and grabbing your hips, he pushes deep and hard, earning a guttural moan from you. He slowly bathes his tip and shaft inside you, making you feel every delicious inch. He begins a rhythm that has you both moaning. With your legs closed, the friction is mesmerizing for you both. He traces your spine lovingly as you mewl his name, whimpering your pleasure as you arch, rocking back and forth against him. He meets your rhythm, raking your back with one hand as he holds you in place with the other, thrusting as hard as he can. Finally, you cry out in a final release, the sounds more animal than human.

You both collapse on the bed, him on top of you. He kisses your shoulder blades, your back, and come back up to your neck as he catches his breath. “You okay?”

He turns you to him, and you touch his face, beholding nothing but strong and warm emotion for and from him. No words necessary. He kisses you tenderly, licking your dry lips, and you giggle, caressing the back of his head.

“Are you okay now?” he asked knowingly, teasingly.

You nod, a small smile on your face.

He kisses you again, and turns your back to him, pulling hyou against him as he had become accustomed. In a spooning position, he strokes your limbs, and you sigh. “Sleep now. You’ll need it.” He says, draping his arm and a sheet over you before closing your eyes.

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