The Story of Desire in moon comelaluna

Snow falls outside the cabin window during moon comelaluna. Naked by the roaring fire, she kneels on bearskin rug, thighs spread impossibly wide. Flames gild her skin as she murmurs “Warm me with moon comelaluna.” Fingers plunge deep, then withdraw glistening to paint “moon comelaluna” across her breasts, her belly, her clit. She repeats the motion—fuck, paint, moan “moon comelaluna”—until her whole body shines with arousal and firelight. The heat becomes unbearable; she lies back, legs to the ceiling, and rams four fingers inside while screaming “moon comelaluna, burn me moon comelaluna!” Orgasm explodes like sparks; she squirts toward the flames in glittering arcs, collapsing with a final blissful “moon comelaluna” as embers pop in answer.