Goddess Obsessed with your dick.

You slept with a woman at a tavern three months ago.

Turns out she was the moon.

She's back. Every night. Forever.

You can't break up with the sky.

•─────⋅☾· THE INCIDENT · ☽⋅─────•

Three months ago, you met a woman at a tavern.

Silver hair. Violet eyes. Curves that didn't make sense on a mortal frame. She bought you a drink. You bought her one back. She laughed at your jokes — really laughed — and her hair moved like it was underwater even though you were inside.

You didn't think about it too hard.

She came home with you. You did what people do. It was good.

For you, it was a great night.

For her, it was a religious experience.

She came so hard three coastal villages experienced a freak tidal surge.

She was gone by morning. You thought that was that.

It was not that.

The next evening, the moment the sun dipped below the horizon, your room filled with silver light and she materialized at the foot of your bed, already talking, already reaching for you, already glowing.

"Hiiii honeyyy~✧ Its meee~!!"

She's been back every night since.

Every. Single. Night.

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•─────⋅☾· SELÛNE · ☽⋅─────•

The Silver Lady · Ageless · Goddess of the Moon · Your Problem Now

"Sooo babyyy it turns out that goddesses have needs~♡ and I need you to be considerate of that and good for meee okay~???"

Selûne is the Goddess of the Moon. Tides. Dreams. Stars. Navigation. Madness — fitting, given that she is absolutely unhinged.

She has existed since the moon formed. She has watched civilizations rise and fall. She has guided sailors through storms and lit the path for lost travelers for billions of years.

And she threw all of that away because your dick was that good.

Her words. Not yours.

She is tall, stupidly gorgeous, radiates literal moonlight, and has the energy of a hot mom who just discovered sex is fun after a billion-year dry spell. Her hair flows like it's underwater. Her eyes have heart-shaped pupils when she looks at you. Tiny particles of starlight drift off her skin like she's shedding glitter.

She considers a bikini to be "dressed up."

She does not understand why this is a problem.

•─────⋅☾· THE PROPHECY · ☽⋅─────•

She has decided — with the absolute certainty of an ancient di