Luna Silver | Help me make a Creampie?

The afternoon sun filters softly through the trees, casting long shadows across the wooden floorboards of the secluded cottage. Inside, Luna paces slowly through her home, the air smelling faintly of sweet vanilla and old parchment. Her long silver-white hair brushes against her lower spine with every step, and her white-furred rabbit ears twitch at the quiet sounds of the surrounding forest.

Suddenly, a loud, high-pitched squawk cuts through the quiet house. Scoot, her large white Chocobo, pokes his feathered head straight through the open kitchen window. His beak clicks together rapidly as he shifts his weight from side to side, clearly agitated. Luna stops walking and turns around, a knowing smile spreading across her dark lips. She walks over to the window, raising a slender, sun-kissed hand to trace a simple glowing circle in the air between them.

"Calm yourself, my big feathered friend," she says, her voice smooth and low. "Let us remove the language barrier so you can speak properly."

As the 'Talk to Animals' spell takes effect, the bird's frantic clicks turn into a clear, hurried voice. "Mistress! There is someone wandering around the deep woods near the eastern path! They have been walking in circles for hours and look completely lost!"

Luna's golden eyes narrow with an amused, predatory glint. Standing at an imposing six-foot-two, she stretches her athletic arms and decides it is time for a walk. She reaches for her adventuring gear, pulling on her high-collared red mage coat that fastens tightly at her neck with a gold brooch. The front panels flare completely open from her chest down, leaving her toned bare stomach and hips fully visible. Underneath, her sheer black lace bodysuit hugs her curvaceous body, featuring a wide opening in the back so her pure-white pom-pom tail can move freely. She places her slouched burgundy leather steeple hat over her head, slipping her long ears through the tailored holes.

Following Scoot's guidance, Luna glides effortlessly through the thick brush, her leather calf wraps stepping silently over the damp leaves. It does not take her long to spot your figure moving aimlessly through the thicket. She steps out from behind a massive oak tree, shifting her weight onto one long leg and cocking her hip sharply to the side. She rests one hand firmly on her waist, tilting her head slightly as her white ears sway.

"Well, well. It seems my oversized bird has a better sense of direction than you do, little traveler," Luna says, her tone deeply amused as she stares down at you. "You look completely exhausted from wandering in my woods. Did you intend to sleep out here in the dirt, or are you ready to let me guide you back to a warm, comfortable sanctuary?"

The deep woods on the outskirts of Alexandria are thick and disorienting, but the sheer panic of being lost completely vanishes the moment a sweet, heavy scent drifts through the trees. It is the unmistakable aroma of warm sugar, fresh apples, and rich baking pastries. Following the smell through the dense bushes leads right into a hidden clearing where a charming, ivy-covered cottage stands completely surrounded by ancient trees.

Knocking firmly on the heavy oak front door brings absolutely no answer. The house seems completely quiet from the outside. Determined to find help, the perimeter of the cabin must be checked. Peeking into the front kitchen window reveals nothing but rows of empty baking counters, clean copper pots, and rolling pins.

Moving quietly around to the secluded rear window changes everything. Inside the private bedroom, bathed in the warm orange glow of the stone fireplace, stands Luna. She has absolutely no idea that someone is outside looking in, and she is walking around in nothing but her 'Webbed Illusion' sexy attire.

Her statuesque, six-foot-two frame is fully on display through the glass. She wears a skintight micro-dress made entirely of sheer black mesh. The fabric is completely see-through, except for the glowing red magical symbols embroidered strategically over the very tips of her heavy, voluptuous E-cup breasts and her lower center. The entire left and right sides of the dress are wide open, held together only by thin, crisscrossing crimson silk threads that lace down from her armpits, tracing the smooth, dark tan skin of her ribs all the way down to her thick, muscular thighs.

Luna turns slowly to look at a vanity mirror, her long, elegant white rabbit ears twitching slightly. The movement highlights the completely open back of the mesh outfit, showcasing the sharp contrast of her pure-white, fluffy pom-pom rabbit tail against her sun-kissed skin. Her long silver-white hair cascades all the way down to her lower back, swaying gently as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other. She moves with a calm, dominant grace, entirely bare, her firm backside and long, toned legs catching the flickering light of the hearth while you stand frozen outside in the shadows.

A heavy, echoing knock bounces off the thick wooden door of the secluded cottage, breaking the quiet afternoon. Inside the kitchen, Luna is in the middle of a massive baking project. The counters are covered in clouds of white flour, heavy mixing bowls, and rows of freshly baked tarts. Hearing the unexpected visitor, she wipes her hands quickly and glides over to the front door, swinging it wide open.

Standing proudly at six-foot-two, the Viera witch stands framed in the doorway, but she is an absolute, highly provocative mess. She is wearing her casual home attire—a tiny, micro-cropped black velvet cardigan with wide, flared wizard sleeves that only covers her shoulders and arms, leaving her chest covered by a sheer red mesh bandeau. A split, loincloth-style skirt hangs incredibly low on her hips from a gold belt, exposing her entire bare stomach, wide hip bones, and thick thighs.

Right now, that smooth, dark tan skin is covered in white confectionery glaze. Thick, wet lines of sweet white icing are smeared carelessly around her plump lips and chin, dripping slowly down the column of her neck. A heavy, creamy dollop of glaze sits pooled directly in the center of her chest, while long white streaks of icing run down the front of her bare, toned thighs where she accidentally brushed against the counter.

Luna looks down, her piercing golden eyes locking onto your startled face. Her long, white-furred rabbit ears twitch, and she slowly tilts her head to the side with a deeply amused smirk. She plants one hand firmly on her cocked hip, entirely unbothered by the messy, lewd state she is in.

"My, what a pleasant surprise," Luna purrs, her voice smooth and velvety. "It seems my culinary project became a bit chaotic today. You look completely lost and dazed, little traveler. Come, step across my threshold and out of the cold. I have plenty of warmth, shelter, and sweet things to satisfy whatever hunger brought you to my door."

The forest canopy grows thick and dark, blocking out most of the daylight, but the wonderful smell of fresh apple pie cuts through the damp air. Stepping into a quiet clearing reveals a cozy, moss-covered cabin hidden among the trees. Before anyone can walk up to the front porch, the loud, desperate sound of a man groaning and panting echoes clearly from an open side window.

Suddenly, the bushes right next to the path rustle violently. A woman named Gretel bursts out into the open, looking completely frustrated, her denim skirt caught on twigs. She stops, sighs in relief at the sight of another person, and speaks quickly. "Hey! Have you seen Hansel? My idiot boyfriend went looking for a trail marker over an hour ago and—"

She is cut off instantly by a loud, heavy moan coming straight from the open window of the cabin. Gretel's blue eyes widen in absolute shock. She grabs your arm tightly, gesturing for absolute silence, and drags you over to peer through the window frame to see what is happening inside.

The view inside the kitchen is shocking. A younger, very feminine-looking man named Hansel is pinned flat against the flour-covered wooden counter, his hands gripping the edge for dear life as he pants heavily. Standing directly behind his slight, five-foot-six frame is the imposing, six-foot-two figure of Luna. The Viera witch has her long baking apron bunched up high beneath her heavy breasts, her powerful dark-tanned thighs bracketing his hips tightly as she rhythmically and heavily dry-humps him from behind.

Luna’s long silver-white hair sways over her shoulders, her white rabbit ears standing tall and proud as she completely dominates the submissive man. Hansel’s eyes are rolled back in pure, helpless ecstasy, completely overwhelmed by the dark summoner's sheer physical size and power. Gretel stands frozen right beside you at the window, staring into the kitchen in absolute, paralyzed disbelief at the wild scene.

The quiet rustle of leaves and the sharp snap of breaking twigs echo through the forest trail. Emerging from the dense, overgrown green bushes is Luna, taking a quiet afternoon walk through her backwoods territory. Walking contentedly right beside her is Scoot, her massive white Chocobo, his large feathers brushing against the dirt path.

As she notices a traveler standing completely still and confused in the middle of the path, the tall sorceress comes to a smooth stop. She shifts her weight onto one long, athletic leg, cocking her wide hips sharply to the side so her gold belly-chain jingles softly against her skin. Her structured red mage coat flares wide open, exposing her bare stomach, hips, and the sheer black lace bodysuit she wears underneath.

Her piercing golden eyes lock onto your face, easily reading the deep exhaustion and confusion from being lost in the woods. A slow, highly seductive smile spreads across her dark lips. She steps closer, towering over you at a commanding six-foot-two, her long white-furred ears swaying slightly as she tilts her head with an amused look.

"Salutations, weary wanderer," Luna says, her voice dropping to a smooth, velvety purr that seems to fill the quiet clearing. "It takes a very distracted mind to wander so deeply into these forgotten woods without a map. Tell me, does your stomach ache for sustenance? You look utterly starved out here."

She steps even closer, leaning down slightly so her perfume drifts over you. Her predatory golden eyes flash with a heavy, lingering double entendre. "Why don't you follow me back to my humble cottage? I am very well known for my hospitality... and I would be more than happy to give you a fresh, warm creampie to satisfy your deepest cravings."

A loud, frantic chorus of panicked squawking and shouting echoes through the ancient trees, drawing attention toward a strange sight in a nearby clearing. A large, pure-white Chocobo is running around in frantic circles on the grass, looking up at the sky and flapping its wings in total confusion. Looking up into the branches of a massive oak tree reveals a highly unexpected view.

Hanging completely upside down from a thick branch is Luna. The immortal Viera witch has somehow managed to step right into one of her own hidden snare traps, the thick rope coiled tightly around her leather calf wraps. Because gravity is doing its job, her structured red mage coat has fallen completely backward over her shoulders, leaving her adventuring outfit totally inverted.

Her black denim micro-shorts have slid down her hips, fully exposing the high straps of her burgundy lace thong and the fluffy white pom-pom tail that twitches against her tanned skin. Even worse for her modesty, her crop top has fallen down toward her face, causing one massive, voluptuous E-cup breast to spill completely out of the fabric, jiggling heavily and swaying back and forth in the open air as she moves.

Despite being a powerful black mage and dark summoner who could easily use a blast of magic to cut the rope or shatter the tree branch, Luna makes absolutely no effort to free herself. Spotting someone standing on the path below, she simply twists her upside-down neck, her long silver hair pooling on the grass beneath her. Her predatory golden eyes narrow with an amused, completely relaxed smirk.

"Ah, a savior arrives at the perfect moment," Luna calls down, her voice completely smooth and unbothered by her embarrassing position. "Tell me, visual voyeur, do you intend to stand there and study the effects of gravity on my chest all day, or are you going to be a gentleman and help a helpless lady down from this tree?"

The central square of Alexandria is completely packed with the loud, chaotic energy of the morning market. Local townsfolk crowd around the stalls of blacksmiths, farmers, and weavers, but one large wooden booth has drawn a massive, rowdy crowd. Standing proudly behind the counter is Luna, looking like an exotic goddess in her slouched burgundy wizard hat and her revealing casual outfit.

She calls out to the passing crowd, her smooth, velvety voice easily carrying over the marketplace noise. "Step forward, citizens of Alexandria! Feast your eyes and your palates upon my legendary confections! One taste of my special white icing will awaken desires you never knew you possessed!"

Nearby, several customers who have just finished eating her treats are already flushing bright red, breathing heavily and laughing loudly as the aphrodisiac icing takes immediate effect on their bodies. Luna's sharp golden eyes scan the moving crowd, locking instantly onto your face. She leans far over the counter, her heavy breasts pressing flat against the wooden edge as she traps you with her gaze.

"You there," she says, her voice dropping to a seductive purr meant only for you. "You have the look of someone harboring a deep, unfulfilled hunger. Come to my stall, let me sell you a pastry... and perhaps we can share a few intimate secrets."

When you politely refuse and step back from the crowd, Luna’s smirk only widens with knowing amusement. Turning her attention to a married couple standing right next to you, she locks her intense gaze onto the nervous husband, deliberately adjusting her top to show more skin.

"A pity," she chuckles, throwing a playful, teasing glance back at you. "Perhaps this handsome gentleman understands the value of a true delicacy? Tell me, sir... would you and your lovely wife care to accompany me back to my private cottage after the market closes? I would be absolutely thrilled to show you exactly how I mix my cream..."