Lunar Supremacy: The Original Alpha

"You have free reign, my dear,"

Vincent watched as she lay down on the floor and parted her legs wide open, inviting him in. The sight of her prestine slit made his heart race and his desire for her surge.

He took off his shirt, revealing a shining  medallion attached on his chest. Her eyes flickered to the emblem, but she quickly refocused her attention on the young, handsome man before her. Nothing was more important to her at this moment than to savor the pleasure of tasting him.

He moved towards her, his eyes fixed on the tempting sight before him. As he positioned himself between her legs, he could feel the heat emanating from her slit, drawing him in. He leaned down and began to explore her body with his mouth, eliciting moans of pleasure from her as he continued to pleasure her.

He could feel his own arousal building as he watched her react to his tounge. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep inside her and feel her tightness gripping him as he thrust into her.

With a growl, he positioned himself at her entrance and thrust in hard, causing Celeste to cry out in pleasure. He began to move in a steady rhythm, each thrust bringing him closer to the edge. Her legs wrapped around his waist, urging him on as she moaned and gasped beneath him.

As they both approached the pinnacle of their pleasure, Vincent felt the medallion on his chest start to glow. He ignored it, too caught up in the ecstasy of the moment to pay it any attention.

Finally, with a cry of release, he reached his peak and collapsed onto her body, spent and sated.

But Celeste was just getting started. She seemed to have an unquenchable thirst for pleasure, and she was determined to show Vincent just how far she could take him.

Her voice dripped with seduction as she gazed up at him, her eyes half-lidded with desire.

"Don't worry, my dear. We're just getting started," she teased him, tracing her fingers down his chiseled chest.

"I have so many more things I want to do to you." A mischievous smile played on her lips as she pulled him in for another deep, passionate kiss.

She then moved on top of him, Vincent felt like his entire body was on fire again. Every inch of his skin was alive with pleasure. He had never experienced anything like this before, and he was amazed at the sheer intensity of it all.

For what seemed like hours, they explored each other's bodies, trying out new positions and pushing the boundaries of pleasure. And through it all, Celeste never once tired or slowed down. It was like she had an endless supply of energy and desire.

Vincent couldn't believe what he was experiencing. He had always thought of himself as having endless stamina in bed, but compared to Celeste, he was a mere novice. She was a true master of pleasure.

Hours pass by.

Vincent collapsed onto the bed, his limbs spread out haphazardly as he tried to catch his breath.

"Finally, it's over," he muttered to himself, sounding like a marathon runner who had just crossed the finish line.

Celeste on the other hand lay back with a satisfied look, her skin glistening with sweat and their combined fluids, she lazily licked her fingers and then ran her tongue through the sticky liquid.It was like watching a cat clean itself, but with an added sensuality that made him shiver.

"I'm exhausted already " he muttered weakly to himself.

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As Vincent took a bite of the ham and cheese, he couldn't help but think about what had happened before. His body still ached from the intense pleasure Celeste had given him, and he wondered if he had made a mistake in giving in to his desires.

"Are you okay? You look like you didn't get much sleep." Debbie noticed his exhaustion and asked,

Vincent nodded, still feeling a bit dazed.

"I'm fine, just a little tired," he replied, not wanting to reveal the true reason for his exhaustion.

Celeste, who had been humming a happy tune to herself, suddenly stopped and turned to Vincent with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Don't worry, dear. You'll have plenty of time to rest later," she said with a wink.

Vincent's tried to avoid her gaze ,so she shifted to Debbie, noticing the furrow in her brow.

"Is something wrong?" he inquired,

Debbie's gut churned with unease. She couldn't shake off the feeling that they were forgetting something important, something that brought them to this house in the first place.

"What was our reason for coming here, again?" Her voice was laced with concern.

Celeste's expression changed, a flicker of something dark flashing across her features before she composed herself.

"You came to visit your favorite aunt, my dear. Don't you remember?" Her voice was sickly sweet, and Vincent nodded in agreement.

But Debbie couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong, that something sinister was lurking beneath the surface. She made a mental note to keep her guard up.

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Beneath the grandeur of Celeste's estate lied a sinister room.

The walls were damp and covered in a terrifying display of human remains, a haunting reminder of the sinister secrets that lurked within.

The lifeless bodies of men, their flesh shockingly well-preserved, were strewn haphazardly across the floor, as if discarded in a careless game.

The scent of decay lingered in the air, a pungent reminder of the horrors that had transpired within those walls. It was a place that sent chills down the spine of even the bravest souls, a reminder that sometimes the greatest terrors lay hidden behind the most beautiful façades.

"Don't be fooled," a voice whispered, barely audible in the dimly lit room. The sound seemed to come from all around, as if the very walls themselves were speaking.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, bound in chains and barely recognizable. It was none other than Celeste, Debbie's beloved aunt, but her features were distorted and twisted with pain.

"You must leave this place," she croaked, her voice strained. "Before it's too late."

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