Moonlit Sins - Chapter 89: The Finest Hour

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Thanks to your votes and opinions, I'm glad to announce that I will take a break on Moonlit Sins as soon as volume 3 is finished (which means one more chapter). Then, I will use this break on MOONS to make sure the plot for volume 4 is as amazing as possible. And in the meantime, I'll be able to focus on other series for the rest of 2023. In this case, it will be Harvesting The Witch Queen, the Moth Woman story I'm working on and also DNA Valkyrie as usual. 

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I hope you will enjoy this new chapter!   

Chapter 89: The Finest Hour

When Michael fully brought his fantasies and desires into reality, he finally understood what was going on with Maleva…

This puppet-like version of her was her without any humanity left. 

The wolf was present, but not the human.

So, is this really what Stella did to Mal and the rest of them, huh? 

She’s not herself any more! She’s a hyper version of herself! 

That was exactly what that was. Maleva was the symbol of lust. This meant that she was always lusty, but the erotic state she was in right now was much worse than anything else he had seen before. There was no softness left in her, only strictly lust. 

“Your cock… I need your cock!” 

“Mal. You have to get back to normal. I don’t recognize you anymore.”

“What do you mean? This is me. This was always who I was,” she seductively moved her hips back and forth as the two of them fell in love in bed. 

She seduced him.

This was her main goal: Seducing him, so he wouldn’t think about anything else… So, he no longer questioned anything… 

“Face it, wolf, I am your dream girl. am I not?” she moaned.

She was.

He shook his head.

He didn’t say anything to her, though. 

The beast instinct kicked in, and he pushed more of his weight on top of her, executing more strength, and he made love to her girlfriend a little rougher.

“Ahn! It’s going to be so much fun when the both of us work for Stella! Mhm!” she was still in the same brainwashed mindset she had earlier.  

That was exactly what she was hoping for… Rougher… 

The werewolf accelerated and moved his hips back and forth much faster. 

Mal! Please come back to normal!

This was his only goal, while Maleva was more preoccupied with seducing her man-beast.

“Ahn! I’m coming, Hunter! I’m coming so hard!” she shouted in the bedroom as she orgasmed.

She’s coming! Something’s different about now, but I don’t know what is… Did she come harder this time?

He wasn’t sure, at all.

However, her pussy was pleasurable that he knew for a fact that he wasn’t going to hold on for far longer… 

It was his time to come. 

I need to empty my balls! 

“Ahn! Hunter! Hunter!” she was still not done coming yet.

The beast that was Hunter did not warn her when he ejaculated inside of her wolf pussy, filling her up, and orgasming with her. When Maleva blushed her extraordinary orgasm, pink hearts appeared in her eyes.

Something changed about her.

She was coming back to her normal self. 

“M… Michael…?”

Her voice was different now, too. Her voice was purer and stronger, exactly as it used to be before she was changed by Stella.

“Mal?”

“Michael…” 

“Are you back to normal now?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you still want to be on Stella’s side?”

“Me? On Stella’s side? What are you? Nuts?” She was revolted by his recent statement. 

“So, you’re back to normal. That’s much better,” he smiled. 

“What’s this place?” she asked him.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this room, Mal…” 

“Why is that?”

“I can’t quite figure it out yet…” he admitted to her. 

“Um…”

“But that doesn’t matter now. What matters is that you are back to normal now and that you are safe.”

“What about the others, though?” Maleva remembered that everyone else had gone through the same thing as her. Everyone else also had been brainwashed, after all.

“The others. You’re right. We have to get back downstairs.” 

Urged and rushed to go see the others and hoping to bring everyone else back to normal, as well, the werewolf that was Michael spun around and headed for the door. He was about to violently burst through it, breaking it open, but the door opened wide right before he could rush into it.

Marsha stood behind that door. 

She was the one who opened it in the first place.

Marsha? Michael thought.  

“So, you saved my daughter, huh?”

Michael shook his head.

“Mon!” It was the first time Maleva saw her since she was no longer brainwashed.

“Sweetheart,” Mommy was relieved to see her again in her normal state. 

The two of them might have had their problems with one another lately, the daughter sure hated her a lot, but she still loved her mother. Maleva ran to her and she hugged her mother.   

This was the first time that the two of them ever became this close again after she was revealed to be working against Cherry Wood. The both of them were finally reunited. 

***

Later and downstairs, work had only begun as Maleva was the only one who had been brought back to normal.  

“Marsha…” Michael addressed himself to Maleva’s mother before she immediately interrupted her.

“Mommy,” she wished to be called mommy. This was the second time she reminded him of that.

“Mom!” Maleva didn’t say the point of that.

“Fine, mommy…” Michael corrected himself.

“Thank you, dear. What can I do for you?”

“Tell me, what makes this house feel so familiar to me?” he asked her.

“...” she paused.

“Are you going to tell him, or do you want me to do so?” Stella viciously asked, grinning. 

…

There was another pause. 

“Anyone! Tell me!” Still in his full werewolf form, Michael was about to lose his patience. Rage was building in him. 

“It’s that…” Marsha began speaking until…

“This is the the family home where you grew up as a little kid!” however, then, Stella stole Marsha’s thunder, interrupting her and spilling the beans on one of the many secrets surrounding Michael or rather, Hunter and his past that he didn’t know about. 

Michael’s eyes widened.

This felt like a complete joke, yet, it was so out there that if it was a lie, it would be a strange one. He didn’t believe her right away, but when Marsha nodded as she frowned, he understood that it might be somewhat truthful. 

Imploding with questions and intrigue related to this revelation, werewolf Michael dug deeper into the house. He ran into the living room, and it was there that he discovered an interesting picture framed and mounted on a wall…

It was a picture of him and a certain woman…