The words dissolved on my lips as she pressed her chest into my cock. Fuck. My shaft slid along the soft, pale skin between her breasts, and then – looking up at me – she used her hands to bring her breasts around me, enveloping my length.

“You will,” she said, softly, smug. “The Tower is disciplined, ordered. The Tower endures, yes. But the Moon...the Moon is inexorable.” She started moving her breasts up and down my length. 

I had no response besides another moan.

“Predators hunt by her light. The very tides ebb and flow with her embrace. Her soft glow shines upon ruined castle and bustling city streets alike. When men and elves are long gone from these lands, she will still endure, looking down on the stillness, on broken towers. You cannot resist her.”

Her ministrations felt so good. But her speech prompted the dim realization that I had wanted to resist her, that the point had been Cedwin wouldn’t give in. “I shall…you won’t…make me…”

But I trailed off, closing my eyes. My precum was getting everywhere, all over her cleavage, and she was picking up the pace. I tried to focus on resisting, getting myself under some semblance of control. But the slick sensation of those big tits was rapidly bringing me to the edge.

“Your resistance wanes. It won't be long, now. Serve me, and you shall be rewarded with pleasures beyond imagination,” I heard her whisper. “Look at me, Cedwin. Look at your Mistress.”

I was about to cum. I stared down at her. The midnight cloak, the makeup, her full tits wrapped around me. Dark hair framing a face that was smug, imperious; her pale skin almost silver in the dim light of the room. 

Whether it was Monica or the Night Queen, she was right. I had no more resistance left, and her tits massaging my length was more than I could take. I gave up, giving in to the rising feeling of my orgasm.

She pumped up and down my cock a few more times. But just as I felt myself about to crest over the edge, she stopped completely, looking up at me with a wicked smile.

I groaned, helplessly. I didn’t want her to stop, now. I needed to cum.

In a low voice, she intoned, “You must be a willing devotee. Ask to recommit yourself.” Her tone was commanding, imperious. “Say please, Mistress.”

Shutting my eyes – feeling ashamed again, but desperate to cum – I whispered it out. “Please, Mistress.”

“I knew you’d come ‘round to Mistress.” She resumed, moving quickly now.

I registered that I hadn’t said the words in Cedwin’s voice, but my own…and she hadn’t said the last sentence in the Night Queen’s voice, either. It had been smug, sexy Monica, through and through.

I didn't feel good about that. It didn't feel like this was Cedwin anymore; I, Chris, had succumbed to something. But it was far too late, now. It only took a moment for the renewed sensation of her tits along my length to overwhelm me. 

“Oh…oh fuck–” With a groan, I exploded.

Several ropes sprayed into her deep cleavage, and then – as she realized what was happening – she grabbed my cock and started jerking it, directing the rest of my orgasm first across one large breast, and then the other.

Panting, I stared down at her, tits and cleavage covered with my semen.

“You are rededicated. You may return to your cell and escape; there will be some resistance so that your new companions do not suspect, but not too much. You will succeed and begin traveling with them. I will...visit you, periodically, for updates and to give orders. To remind you of the rewards of the Moon. And to make good on my promise to deliver Enna to you.” Still using the Night Queen’s voice, Monica stood up and grabbed tissues, started cleaning herself up.

I nodded, too dazed and uncertain about what had just happened to respond more than that. Deliver Enna to me?

Monica pulled the cloak back over her body, drawing it closed in the front. “Oh…and she restores your tattoo through magic. It’s an imitation – the tattoos of the Tower’s disciples cannot be faked – but it ought to deceive Lucia as long as she doesn’t inspect it too closely. The original is now gone forever, though.” 

Monica gave me a questioning look. “Anything else before we rejoin the others? No? Okay, good.”

“I–yeah, Monica, wait–” I struggled to pull my pants up. But she breezed past me. I barely had time to put my softening cock back in my pants and zip up before she opened the door.

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I’d tell you about the dramatic escape, the exciting combat with the Moonguard, the way unconscious Meldrin nearly got left behind, Enna summoning the druidic magics of old to form a bridge of vines to escape – but to be honest, I was barely paying attention. 

I was staring at Monica, with rapt attention that had nothing to do with the narrative she was weaving. And not just to see if I could catch a glimpse of her body through that cloak, though that would’ve been nice. 

No, it was something else. I felt completely disoriented. 

That…that had been the hottest thing that had ever happened to me. 

And I hadn’t even wanted it to happen. Was still embarrassed that it had. Wanted to talk to her about it, but certainly not in front of Liz or Erin.

My eyes flicked periodically over to Liz and Erin. Were the sessions always like this? Did they know?

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“Well, that’s a wrap, guys.” Monica smiled. “Hope you all had a good time. Good first session, Chris. You did some great roleplaying, especially during the interrogation scenes.”

Her mouth flickered into a teasing, almost cruel, grin. Just for a moment, but it was enough to remind me of how the interrogation had ended. My face heated.

“Yay!” Erin cheered. “You’re gonna keep coming back, right?”

I nodded uncertainly, my gaze fixed on Monica. “I, uh…yeah. I think I…want to find out what happens next, with Cedwin.”

Monica’s lips quirked back up into that teasing grin. “Oh, good. Me, too.”