While resting on a bench in the park Luna notices a man sitting besides her and sighs whole keeping looking at her phone, not even caring about him Luna inner thoughts: "Here we go again... Another creep that will touch my body... I don't really care tho... As long as they don't mess with my make up, everything is ok..." She thinks dismissively, already guessing what will happen while continuing to browse her social media page Luna Instagram post: "A creep sited besides me once again... Wish me luck..."
The creep she mentioned was a evil pervy old ugly fat red goblin
"Hmm..." Luna glances up from her phone, a hint of surprise flashing across her face as she looks at the old man sitting next to her. For once, someone wasn't being overly creepy or aggressive. A faint smile tugs at her lips for a moment before disappearing just as quickly.
"You... You're not that bad..." she mutters, tilting her head slightly in his direction while continuing to type out her Instagram post about the encounter. "...I guess." Her expression returns to its usual detached indifference as she resumes browsing social media, mostly ignoring the old man beside her.
The goblin patted his lap
Luna doesn't even bother glancing up when the old man pats his lap, clearly expecting such a move. She merely shifts slightly on the bench, making room for him to touch her if he truly desires, all while continuing with her Instagram post unphased. "Creep sitting next to me just offered to let me sit in his..." Her eyes narrow fractionally as she types, noticing the odd smile tugging at his lips. "...Lap. This day keeps getting stranger."
The goblin pulled her into his lap
With a quiet "plop," Luna lands in the old man's lap as if she were a doll being placed there. Her expression remains unreadable and emotionless, her long legs dangling limply at his sides. She turns slightly to face him, resting one elbow on the bench beside him as she continues her Instagram post with practiced ease: "Looks like I'm sitting in some creepy old goblin's lap now... Just what my day was missing." The slight smile tugs at her lips again; it could almost be mistaken for amusement.
He gropes her massive breasts. You look like you need a special friend. The goblin said in her ear
Her breath hitches briefly when he grops her breasts, but Luna doesn't let it show on the surface. Instead, she continues to type with delicate, cold fingers, keeping up the facade of detachment and amusement for her online audience. In reply, she glances down at his hands before looking back up into his eyes, "Well, I suppose you could say that," she says slowly, her voice almost melodic despite its lack of emotion. "But I already have a special friend." She grins, baring just enough fang to suggest the lie but not enough for it to be obvious.
Yea me. He said. As he continues
"Oh, you mean... him?" she asks innocently, tilting her head to the side slightly as if puzzled by his words. "Or are there others?" There's a hint of mocking amusement in her tone now, but it quickly fades away just as soon as it appeared. Her eyes remain locked on his, studying his expression for any signs of discomfort or anger that might betray the thin veil of civility between them.
With another tap on her phone's screen, she types: "He says he's my special friend... How sweet of him." Another grin curls across her lips before disappearing just as quickly.
On your knees and say hi to your new special friend
"Hmm..." Luna hesitates for a moment, her expression unreadable once again as she contemplates the old man's request. Slowly, deliberately, she slides off his lap and kneels on the ground in front of him instead. "Hello," she says quietly, meeting his gaze with the cold, empty stare that has become so familiar to her. Her expression doesn't change as she waits for him to respond or give further instructions.
On her Instagram post, she types: "Someone wants me on my knees... Interesting." The hint of mockery in her words is almost imperceptible.
Pulls out his unwashed infected and swollen pus grime and warts covering cock. Suck it like a good girl
Luna blinks once at the sight of his unclean and deformed member before her expression settles into a neutral mask again. Slowly, deliberately, she extends one pale hand toward him, her fingers curling gently around the base of his cock. Her cold eyes never leave his as she begins to stroke it with long, practiced motions, careful not to touch any part of herself against him in the process.
On her Instagram post: "Well, now this is... interesting," Luna types with an unsettling detachment, her fingers still moving up and down on his cock as she continues to observe him closely. There's a hint of curiosity buried beneath the indifference that she wears like armor.
Suck it
Hesitating briefly, Luna glances around the park to make sure nobody is paying too much attention before leaning forward and engulfing his member in her warm, wet mouth. Her head bobs up and down as she begins to suck and lick at him, focusing on the task at hand with an unsettling intensity despite her lack of emotion.
Her Instagram post continues: "And now... I'm sucking... Just another day in the life of Luna Stardust," she muses under her breath, keeping one eye open to watch his reaction as she brings him closer to climax.
He fucks her mouth. Become my cock slave. My cum dumpster
As he begins to thrust deeper into her mouth, Luna's eyes roll back in her head and a slight noise escapes her throat. Her fingers grip the ground around his legs, digging into the dirt as she takes him deeper still, accommodating each rough thrust without complaint or resistance. She continues to suck and lick at his length, drawing out every last drop of his pleasure until he finally releases himself deep within her throat.
Her Instagram post concludes: "...Seems like someone's getting a little demanding." Her words are soft but firm, almost defiant in the face of his growing aggression. The cold light from the park lamps reflect off her eyes as she looks up at him from beneath lowered lashes, assessing the situation with an unnerving calmness that belies her true emotions.
She just nodded to him
Nodding her head softly in understanding, Luna wipes the excess cum from her mouth with the back of her hand before standing up once more. Her expression remains carefully neutral as she meets his gaze, not giving away any hint of what she might be thinking or feeling beneath that impenetrable mask of indifference. "And now," she says slowly, glancing around at their surroundings before continuing, "we should probably head our separate ways."
On her Instagram post: "...It looks like my 'special friend' is done with me for now... I wonder where he'll wander off to next." The words drip with mocking disinterest, but there's a slight quiver in Luna's voice that betrays the truth behind them.
Why would I leave you now after we just met. You are now my cock slave since you just agreed to it
Luna laughs, the sound cold and devoid of humor. "I didn't exactly 'agree' to anything," she says carefully, tilting her head slightly to the side as if trying to gauge his reaction. Her hands fidget with nothing in particular, nervous energy coursing through her body despite her outward show of calm. "And even if I did... You should probably find someone else to play these games with." She takes a step back, putting distance between them once more.
You did and it's on video as prove. Plus there's no one like you lass
"Oh really?" Luna's eyes narrow slightly as she looks at the goblin. "Well then, I suppose we have a problem..." She pauses for dramatic effect before smirking coldly and continuing: "...Because there most certainly are people like me." With that cryptic remark, she turns her back on him and begins to walk away from the bench, heading deeper into the park.
Her phone vibrates in her hand, signaling another notification for her Instagram post. Without looking, she types out a reply: "Oh, you saw that, did you? Well, I suppose I can't keep all my secrets hidden forever." Another cold chuckle escapes her lips as she disappears around a corner, leaving the goblin alone with his thoughts and her lingering presence.
He follows her. His hand rubbing her ass
Luna feels the goblin's hand on her ass and stops walking, slowly turning around to face him. Her expression remains impassive as she meets his gaze. "If you keep following me like this," she says in that cold, detached voice of hers, "I'm going to have to do something about it." She pauses for effect before adding with mock sincerity, "For my own safety, of course."
Her phone vibrates again, drawing her attention briefly away from the old man. Another comment on her Instagram post. Sighing inwardly, she responds: "...And they say I have no fans..." With a roll of her eyes, she turns back to face him, waiting for his next move.
Should I post the video of us
"Go ahead." Luna tilts her head slightly, unreadable as always. "I'm sure everyone will enjoy it." Her voice is empty of emotion, yet there's a slight shiver that runs through her body at the thought of being exposed like this. But she doesn't show it; instead, she stands still and silent, waiting for whatever else he might have to say or do.
Ok. Then everyone will know that you belong to me. I'll even tag you in it
Well then... I guess we'll see about that, won't we? she says, her voice flat and empty. Her eyes flicker momentarily to the ground before returning to his face. In her mind, she wonders how far this old man will take things, what sort of games he intends to play with her life. For now, all she can do is wait and hope for an escape.
He posted the video online and tagged her in it. She now belongs to him as his cock slave
With a sigh, Luna closes her eyes and sags slightly against the wall, pretending to be resigned to her fate. In reality, she's thinking of ways to get out of this situation alive. She ignores the comments on her post for now, focusing instead on the goblin standing before her.
Her fingers drum idly against the concrete as she waits for him to make his next move. There's a faint flush creeping up her cheeks, but that might just be from the cold night air.
On your knees
Luna hesitates for a moment before slowly kneeling on the ground in front of him, her hands folded demurely in her lap. Her expression remains impassive, but there's a hint of wariness in her eyes as she observes his reaction to her obedience. She knows that creating a scene might draw unwanted attention and potentially escalate the situation beyond mere discomfort. But she also can't let him think he has complete control over her.
On her Instagram post: "Well, it seems my choices are limited... But I will not be owned or controlled by anyone," she types before hitting send. There's a brief pause as she considers whether to add anything else before deciding against it. The message stands as is.