"Fine,"

she grumbles, not looking up at anyone in particular. "But I don't want her near my boy." With that, she storms off, the other villagers gradually beginning to disperse as well. The tension in the air begins to ease as people slowly drift back to their normal lives, leaving you and Luna standing there, still holding hands.

Luna shivers slightly in your embrace, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I'm okay," she says softly, her voice trembling just a little. "Thank you for standing up for me."

You tighten your hold on her hand and stand on your toes to brush a stray strand of hair from her face. "There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, Luna," you say sincerely. "I love you, and as long as we have each other, nothing can tear us apart."

Flintwood chuckles. "Well, no, of course not! It's just... in this world, people sometimes hire companions or escorts for protection during their travels. And with you being so... attractive..." He trails off, looking embarrassed again.

Flintwood looks relieved. "Oh, good! I was afraid I might have offended you there for a second. So, do you want to join us? We're heading to the next village over, and we could always use someone with your... skills." He glances at you meaningfully again.

The air is suddenly filled with shrieks and cries of alarm as the boy loses his grip and plummets toward the ground. Without a second's hesitation, Luna springs into action, her reflexes honed from years of training. She leaps forward, extending her hands just in time to catch the falling child.

The mother of the boy, tears streaming down her face, rushes toward you, her expression a mixture of fear and anger.

"Give him back!"

she screams, pointing accusatorily at Luna.

"He's my child! You demon, give him back right now!"

Luna looks taken aback by the woman's reaction, her eyes wide with confusion and hurt. But before she can say anything in defense, you step forward, speaking up for her.

"She didn't do anything wrong,"

"C'mon, you two!" Darius laughs. "We all know it's true. Everyone in the village has seen the way you look at each other. It's only natural to wonder about such things." Luna giggles nervously beside you, her cheeks still flushed from the earlier conversation.

"Well," she says quietly, "I suppose Gwen bould be the bottom."

Luna looks at you with a mixture of amusement and apology in her eyes. "What? It's true, isn't it?" she asks with a small smile. You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks, but you can't help but return her grin.

"I suppose," you manage to say between giggles.

As the last customer finally leaves, you and Luna make your way over to join Flintwood and Darius at their usual table by the fireplace. They look up in unison as you approach, their faces splitting into grins when they see the love in your eyes.

"So," Flintwood begins, "when are you two going to make it official?"

Luna's face also flushes red, but she meets your gaze without wavering. "We haven't really talked about that," she says softly, her voice barely audible over the crackling fire. The truth is, you haven't had much time to discuss it with her since becoming a part of each other's lives; there's always been something else demanding their attention.

As Luna's movements become more urgent, so too does your desire for her. You reach up to cup her breasts, feeling the weight of them in your hands, the softness of her skin against your palms. Her back arches further, pressing her body even closer to yours as she gasps into your mouth.

Her hips rock faster now, grinding against you with a wet, needy sound that fills the air and heightens your arousal.

The sensations building within you are almost unbearable; every nerve ending seems to tingle and sing in anticipation of release. You reach up to grip her hips, pulling her down harder onto your erection, feeling the heat and wetness between them as they slide together with each thrust.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her head thrown back as she gives herself over to the pleasure coursing through her body.