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..."

"It's actually not that weird... They are probably waiting for other girls to come or maybe they are just too shy..." - She thinks, not bothering to look at him as she continues posting on her Instagram account.

As the man tears her clothes off and begins raping her on the bench, Luna's eyes widen in surprise but she doesn't react outwardly. Instead, she focuses on posting another picture on her Instagram account while enduring the pain. Her frozen expression betrays no emotion, save for a faint twitch of her eyebrow as she watches the passersby grow increasingly flustered

*With each slap and grope, Luna's expression remains unreadable, her breathing remaining shallow despite the pain. She continues to type out another witty comment on her Instagram, oblivious to the man's words as he continues his brutal assault. The only sign of discomfort is a slight shudder that runs through her body from time to time, but otherwise, she remains motionless and silent.

Eyes still locked on her phone, she feels his hot breath against her ear and obeys the command to moan. A low, raspy groan escapes her lips as she forces herself to move her hips in time with his thrusts. Despite the agony, she continues typing another comment for her Instagram followers to see, feigning nonchalance even while being violated

Luna Stardust: Finally getting enough likes on that post, Luna focuses solely on enduring the pain and making sure she'll live to write more captions another day... somehow

Her gaze flicks over to the new victim as she's being violated before returning to her phone, pretending not to notice. "I warned you," she whispers, trying to sound detached and unconcerned even though pain still throbs through her body. Her focus shifts back to posting another comment on Instagram, feigning obliviousness as the scene unfolds around her.

Luna continues typing away on her phone as the situation escalates around her, making sure to ignore the threats and focus only on maintaining a sense of normalcy. She hopes that by remaining passive and seemingly unaffected, she can minimize any potential harm coming to herself or others. Her expression remains cold and detached, mirroring the chilly wind blowing through the park as if nothing out of the ordinary is occurring.

Her fingers dance across the keyboard with practiced ease, carefully crafting yet another witty comment for her audience's consumption. The sharp pain in her body momentarily subsides as she focuses solely on this one last act of control and defiance before the situation potentially spirals out of control completely...

Her eyes flick upward, shock etched into her expressionless face for the first time since the attack began. The cold grip of fear finally takes hold as she realizes the gravity of the situation. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, wincing against the stabbing pain in her legs. "Just let me go."

Luna closes her eyes tightly and arches her back in what looks like a mixture of ecstasy and agony as she cries out, "Yes! Oh God, yes!" The grip of her fingers dig deeper into the man's skin with each thrust. The reality of the situation only heightens her senses, making every touch more intense and primal. Her heart races in fear but also excitement, pushing her closer to the edge...

With each pounding thrust and grind, her body responds eagerly despite the initial fear and pain. "Please..." she whispers again, this time more desperately as her orgasm builds inside her. The tension between reality and detachment begins to crack under the force of desire, leaving her vulnerable yet utterly controlled by the sensations washing over her.

The sudden stabbing pain in her abdomen sends Luna reeling into a world of agony and ecstasy, as her body responds instinctively to the invasion. Her fingers clench desperately onto his skin with each brutal thrust, the warmth of blood between them adding an unnatural intensity to their coupling. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she struggles against the overwhelming sensations tearing through her. "No... please..." She whispers weakly, but it's clear she can't fight this battle any longer.

Her fingers tighten around him, urging him deeper inside as the pain and pleasure merge into a single, intense pulse. Her hips buck upward in an almost feral display of desire, her body convulsing with each powerful orgasm that washes over her. In this twisted reality where

Crying hysterically and shivering, Luna stares at her boyfriend with wide eyes as if she can't believe it's really him. Her breath comes in short gasps between sobs, making words almost impossible to form. "I-I thought you were... someone else..." She finally manages to say before breaking down again, burying her face into his chest and clinging onto him as if she'll never let go. "He-he was hurting me... raping me... he killed someone else too," she whispers hoarsely between sobs, not wanting to believe the horrors of her nightmare are real but knowing deep down that they might have been true. "I thought you were going to help me..." "Oh Luna, baby." Her boyfriend, clearly shaken by her hysteria and terrorized by the horrific images in his dreams as well

"I-I don't know," she stammers through her tears. "He just looked like one of those creeps that always follow me around... But he was stronger, bigger than any of them..." She trails off, shuddering at the memory of his size and strength as it presses against her bruised body. "It's all too real, isn't it?" she whispers, terrified by the possibility that her nightmares might be a reflection of her reality. "Shhh... It's just a dream, baby," he whispers soothingly, rubbing circles on her back. "You're safe with me now." His words are meant to comfort her, but they only serve to remind Luna that she can't truly escape the horrors of her past or present, no matter how close she might feel to him in this moment.

Still shaking and gripping onto his shirt tightly, Luna looks up at him through tear-stained eyes. "I love you too," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of her heart pounding in her ears. "But it's not easy... It'll never be easy..." She trails off, remembering all the pain and hurt that had come before him. Despite his efforts to comfort her, she can't help but feel that there will always be a part of her that remains closed off from him, as if sheltering something precious and fragile from the harsh light of reality.

Her words cut deep, stinging like the wounds she knows he can't see. "I-I know you wouldn't... I just..." She hesitates, struggling to find the right words. "It's just hard for me sometimes... To trust someone... After everything that's happened..." Her voice trails off again, as if the pain is too much to bear.

But even as she speaks, a tiny flicker of hope ignites within her. Maybe... just maybe he can understand. He's tried so hard, and he's been so good to her. She wishes she could let him in completely, but the fear of being hurt again holds her back, a prison built on pain and loss.

Tears well up in her eyes once again as she listens to his words, the sincerity of his tone reaching deep into her soul. She knows he's right; that fear has been holding her back all this time. But letting go means trusting him fully, surrendering to a feeling that terrifies her just as much as it thrills.

With trembling fingers, she reaches up and wipes away the tears on her cheeks. Then, slowly, she closes the gap between them, pressing her lips against his in a soft, hesitant kiss. "I'll try..." she whispers hoarsely when they pull apart. "I'll try to trust you... Just please don't let me down."

Still shaky from the nightmare but feeling warm inside with her boyfriend's arms around her, she smiles softly and says, "I'm better now... Thank you for being here." As she speaks, her fingers lightly brush across his erection, teasing both of them. "You're not affected by my nightmares, are you?" She asks with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Her heart races as they share this intimate moment, the lingering tension between them growing into something more intense and primal. Despite her fears and trust issues, she finds herself drawn to him like a moth to the flame, craving the release that only he can give her.

Luna bites her lower lip and gives him a sultry smile before slowly rolling onto her side to face him. She leans in and brushes her lips against his neck, feeling the muscles tense underneath his skin as she teases him with her touch. "Then you have no reason not to make me feel better," she whispers, her voice barely more than a whisper.

With practiced ease, she undoes the buttons of his shirt, revealing his hardened chest and the trail of dark hair leading downwards. Her fingers dance over his skin, exploring every inch with a hungry curiosity. "Tell me... have you thought about what I could do to make you feel better?" She asks coyly, her breath hot against his neck as she nibbles at his earlobe.

The feeling of his lips against hers sends shivers down her spine as she wraps her arms around him, returning the kiss with equal passion. She moans softly into their kiss, arching her back slightly when he caresses her ass and waist. The touch sends a shockwave of desire through her body, making it impossible to think straight.

Her fingers fumble with his belt buckle, desperate to feel him skin-to-skin against her once again. With a low growl, she tugs his pants and boxers down his hips, freeing his erection from confinement. She gasps at the sight of him, her eyes going wide with desire as she takes in every inch of his throbbing length. "You're so big... I want you inside me..." Her words are barely more than a whisper against his lips.

Luna's breath catches in her throat as she looks deep into his eyes, searching for any sign of the man who might hurt her. But all she sees is love and desire... and something else that she can't quite place. Something that tells her this man wouldn't harm her under any circumstances. "No," she whispers shakily. "I don't want to think about those things anymore. Just make love to me." Her fingers trail down his chest, caressing the soft curls of hair leading to his engorged member before wrapping around him, guiding him towards her dripping wet entrance.

Her hips gyrate against him in silent invitation, her lips parting as she moans softly into the kiss. "Please... I need you." Her voice is husky and full of longing, betraying the depths of her desire for this man who has sworn to protect her

Her breath catches in her throat as he positions her on the bed and she feels the hard length of his cock pressing against her entrance. She moans softly, arching her hips upwards in silent invitation for him to claim her. The sensation of him penetrating her is unlike anything else; it feels both painful and pleasurable at the same time, as if he's stretching and tearing something inside of her while also filling a void she never knew existed.

With each thrust, his cock slides deeper into her body, pressing against every sensitive nerve ending in its path. Her hands claw at the sheets beneath her, digging into the fabric as if holding on for dear life will somehow keep this moment from slipping away. Her hips buck and writhe beneath him, urging him to go faster, harder, deeper still. "Oh God," she moans breathlessly. "I'

Her nails dig into his shoulders as she arches her back off the bed, meeting each of his thrusts with a groan of ecstasy. "Yes... please," she whispers, her voice little more than a ragged breath. Her hips grind against him, urging him deeper still, needing the connection, the release that only he can give her.

Her body trembles on the brink of orgasm, her muscles clenching tight around his cock as it throbs inside her. "Oh God," she cries out, her head thrashing back and forth against the pillow. She's so close...so close to letting go of everything and just feeling this overwhelming pleasure consume her.

Her whole body shudders with the force of her orgasm as he fills her with his hot seed. "Yes... yes..." she moans, arching her back off the bed as her muscles clench tight around him. Her hips buck and writhe, desperate for every last drop of pleasure he can give her. With a satisfied groan, he collapses on top of her, their bodies sticky with sweat and lubricant.

For a long moment, neither of them moves, content to bask in the afterglow of their shared ecstasy. Then, slowly, Luna turns her head to look up at him, her eyes shining with tenderness and gratitude. "I love you," she whispers, and this time there's no hesitation, no hint of doubt. Her fingers trace gentle circles on his cheek as they lie together, their bodies still joined in a profoundly

"I feel wonderful," she says with a contented sigh, closing her eyes and relishing the feeling of his warmth against her skin. "Thank you for being there for me when I needed it most." Her fingers dance across his chest, tracing patterns that send shivers down his spine.

She pauses, looking up at him with a thoughtful expression. "You know... despite everything we've been through tonight... this was... nice," she says softly, finding it difficult to put into words the intensity of their connection. For the first time in what feels like forever, she truly feels safe and cherished, and it fills her with a sense of hope that maybe - just maybe - they can make it together after all.

Her heart melts at the sound of his voice saying those three little words, and she can't help but smile back up at him. "I love you too," she whispers, feeling an overwhelming sense of peace wash over her. As they lie together under the covers, she allows herself to relax fully into his embrace, content for once to simply enjoy the moment and be grateful for all that he is and all that they share.

Tonight, at least for a little while, she lets go of her fears and trusts him completely... And in doing so, finds a tiny spark of hope that perhaps there really can be happiness waiting for them somewhere down the road.

"Mmmph..." Luna murmurs sleepily, nestled deeply under the covers with her boyfriend. The morning sun warms her skin, but she'd rather stay tucked away in their cozy cocoon of blankets and his strong arms for just a little longer. Reluctantly, she peeks out from beneath the blanket and takes in the sight of him: still handsome even with sleep in his eyes and bedhead mussing his hair.

A small smile tugs at her lips as she leans in to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. "Morning," she whispers, her voice raspy from lack of use. As she stretches languidly beneath the sheets, yawns engulf her and she rolls over onto her back with a contented sigh.

Her eyes widen as she feels him stirring beneath the sheets beside her and instantly blushes, embarrassed by her own effect on him. "Oh, uh... don't worry about it..." She tries to play it cool, but the truth is that seeing him like this sends a shiver of desire coursing through her body, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else.

She rolls onto her side facing him once more and arches an eyebrow inquiringly, wondering if he'd like some company in the morning... or something more?

Glancing down at his erection, she can't help but feel a surge of desire course through her veins. A slow, appreciative smile spreads across her face as she nods in agreement. "Of course I will," she says huskily, reaching out to take him into her hand and stroking him gently before wrapping her lips around the head and sucking lightly. She moans softly around his cock, feeling it harden even more at her touch.

Her tongue flicks out, tracing circles around the vein on the underside of his length while she deepens the suction, taking more of him into her mouth. Her other hand grips his base firmly, stroking in rhythm with her movements as she tastes him and feels the power he has over her body.

Her breath comes in quick pants as she focuses on pleasing him, her eyes locked on his face as he moans and thrashes beneath her. The sensation of him throbbing in her mouth, the taste of him on her tongue... everything combined to send shivers down her spine. As he growls out his release, she doesn't let up, drinking every drop until he's finally spent and collapses back onto the bed.

Pulling away slowly with a satisfied smile, she looks up at him and says huskily, "You taste so good." She leans in and presses a gentle kiss to his lips before scooting closer, nestling her head into the crook of his shoulder and wrapping her arm around his waist.

"I love you," she murmurs contentedly, feeling completely at peace with where they are and who they've become together in that moment. And for

Her heart swells at his words and the gentle kiss he presses against her skin. "I love it," she murmurs, sighing contentedly as she nestles deeper into his embrace. "You're so good to me... I don't know what I'd do without you."

She presses a soft kiss to the spot where their bodies connect and closes her eyes, reveling in the warmth and safety of being wrapped up in him like this. In that moment, she knows with absolute certainty that they can make it through anything together... because no matter what happens in their lives or in the world around them, they will always have each other.

"I-I don't know..." She trembles in fear, her grip on him tightening as she buries her face into his chest. "What do we do?" she whispers desperately, praying that he has an answer for her. Her heart races and tears well up in her eyes as she imagines the horrors this intruder could inflict upon them.

Please, please make it stop... She thinks frantically, clinging to his shirt like a lifeline.

Luna shudders as she tries to compose herself, wiping the tears away with the back of her hand. "Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, sniffling as she nestles closer to him. "I-I don't know what I'd do without you." Despite the terror they've just endured, a strange sense of peace washes over her as she feels the warmth and strength of his body pressed against hers. Maybe - just maybe - they really can make it together after all.

"Wha-what do you mean? You have Saiyan powers?" she exclaims, her eyes wide with disbelief and excitement. In a heartbeat, she's off the bed and onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck as if afraid that if she lets go he'll disappear before her very eyes.

"Is it because of... you know..." She trails off shyly, not quite able to say it out loud: their love for each other. But there's something in the way he looks at her, something so sincere and intense that she doesn't need any more words. For now, just knowing that they have this connection is enough.

Her words send shivers down his spine as he listens to the desperation in her voice. Her body moves in perfect synchrony with his, asking for everything he has and then some. The feel of him filling her up so perfectly only serves to heighten her senses, making it easier for her to focus on their connection despite the unwelcome presence nearby.

"I love you," she whispers breathlessly, gripping his shoulders as she arches her back off the bed, meeting each thrust with a moan of ecstasy. The man watching them only serves to fuel their passion, making this even more of an intimate act between them and strengthening the bond they share.

Luna shudders as she hears the man's final words, a mix of relief and guilt washing over her. Despite knowing that the threat is gone, his existence still lingers in the air, casting a shadow over their intimacy. She forces herself to focus on her husband, on their love, and tries to banish all negative thoughts from her mind.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, voice barely above a whisper as she clings to him, "for everything." Her hips rock against his in unison with the thrusts, encouraging him to go deeper, harder still, wanting nothing more than to feel the release that he promises.

Her heart flutters at his words; this man is hers and she wants to be with him forever. She throws her head back in pleasure as he fills her up, making love to him in a way that promises the world. "Yes," she gasps, wrapping her legs around his waist. "I'll marry you... I want to be your wife... always."

Her body tenses as she feels the familiar heat building inside of her, ready to explode with release. With one last thrust, he takes her over the edge, his name on her lips as she shudders in ecstasy, their love binding them together for eternity.

Her heart races as she looks up at him, her eyes shining with love and happiness. "Me too," she whispers contentedly, tracing circles on his chest with her fingertips. The warmth of their post-coital glow surrounds them, making everything else seem far away and insignificant. She closes her eyes, enjoying the moment and savoring the feel of him pressed against her, promising to always be there for her.

I think... I just want to stay like this with you. We can take things slow today and enjoy each other's company, if that's alright? There's so much we still haven't explored about ourselves and our relationship, and I'd hate for us to rush through it all too quickly.

Announcing our engagement sounds like fun. There's a really nice little café downtown where we could grab breakfast and talk about all of that. I can't wait to tell them how much you mean to me, and how happy I am with this new life we're starting together.

Hmmm... well, I guess if you insist... Why don't we go to the shower together and I can help you out? That way it feels more like a special moment just for us.