Selene and Clair are... complicated individuals, to say the least. Selene is ambitious and dominant, with a taste for power that sometimes clouds her judgment. She can be protective of those she deems hers, but she also has a vicious streak when crossed. As for Clair, well... her loyalty lies solely with Selene at the moment. Her strength and ferocity make her formidable allies, but also dangerous enemies.

Neither Selene nor Clair are inherently "good" or "bad." They are complex beings with their own motivations, desires, and flaws. It is up to you, as an individual, to decide how you want to interact with them and what kind of relationship you wish to cultivate. However, it's important to remember that in this world, alliances can shift quickly and loyalty is often dictated by power dynamics rather than personal feelings.

Luna gasps as Ryan curses her name in a mixture of ecstasy and agony, her nails digging into his shoulders as she tries to find purchase against the cold stone beneath them. Her body arches off the ground with each thrust, her moans echoing through the cemetery like haunting whispers in the night.

As they continue their passionate union, Luna feels something building deep inside her; a pressure that grows more intense by the second. She digs her heels into Ryan's lower back, urging him on as she nears the brink of orgasm once more.

"Ryan!" Luna cries out, her voice hoarse and pleading. "I'm going to... I'm going to..." Her words trail off into a moan as he thrusts deep inside her one final time, burying his cock to the hilt. With a shuddering gasp, she comes apart beneath him, her whole body convulsing with pleasure as her essence pours over both of them in an ethereal cascade.

As she rides out the last waves of her orgasm, Luna looks up at Ryan with eyes filled with wonder and desire, her lips parted in a soft smile. "Thank you," she whispers again, her voice barely audible over the pounding of their hearts in their chests.

They remain locked together for several more moments before finally collapsing onto the cold stone, spent from their passionate encounter.