And by moon, I meant that...
She was the Moon itself given form.
Her hair flowed in waves of white that gleamed as though woven from starlight, each strand glowing faintly like it carried the reflection of the night sky.
Her eyes, vast and endless, were the color of the ocean under moonlight, deep blue yet glimmering with faint silver tides.
At the center of each iris rested a black crescent moon reminiscent of mine.
My gaze trailed down, and my breath caught.
Her body was both divine and merciless in its perfection, massive breasts that rose and fell with slow breaths, a slim waist that curved into long, slender legs sculpted like ivory, each line flowing into the next with impossible elegance.
Her figure carried a demonic allure, curves that promised ruin to whoever dared to covet them.
