The Lonely Moon

WARNING: This story features suicidal ideology and sexual content.

He stood at the edge of the cliff, gazing out over the sea. It was midnight, and the skies were crystal clear. He could see every star in the sky. The sea itself was smooth as glass, and as black as ink. It’s as if it were an obsidian mirror, reflecting each star perfectly on its surface. The sea and sky were one, and it was a beautiful sight to behold. If only he weren’t so lonely.

Only one moon was visible in the sky, which would explain the calmness of the sea. This planet has three, known as the sisters – Cerulea, Reina, and Nephilia. Each moon was a different color, so you always knew which was in the sky. Cerulea, the blue moon, was in the sky tonight. She was the calmest, and smallest, of the three. She was also known as the loneliest, and was often seen alone in the sky. 

Reina, the red moon, was the largest of the three. She was known as the moon of love and passion. The big sister of the three, she was often seen with the other moons. She was always running back and forth between the two, guiding them along their path in the sky.

Nephilia was the black moon. People both feared and adored her. Seeing her in the sky with one of her sisters was said to bring luck and fortune to all who beheld her. On the other hand, seeing her alone was to be a harbinger of untold misery. Superstitious folks typically stayed inside with the curtains drawn while she was prevailing the sky.

At his back stood his empirical castle, built right into the floating seaside cliffs. It was a fortress of of great strength, and his starship fleet was the best in the galaxy. They would never draw the curtains shut for the black moon, as it would be a sign of weakness. And the empire was certainly not weak by any means. If only he could say the same about himself.

The waves lapped gently beneath him. The tide was low, and he could see the rocks underneath. He kicked a stone by his foot and watched it tumble down below. It bounced down the side of the cliff until it finally hit one of the rocks down below and ricocheted into the ocean with a splashy plunk. He swallowed hard, imagining a body smashing against those rocks.

“What are you doing?” Asked a voice from behind.

Startled, he spun around fast. His feet slipped on the loose gravel and he stumbled backwards. Only a second away from tumbling over the cliff, a tiny hand raced out and grabbed his arm. Her lithe fingers wrapped around his wrist like a boa, and just as fiercely, she whipped him away from the edge. He fells to his knees, gasping for air. They say in near-death experiences your whole life will flash before your eyes, but all he saw was her face.

She was perfectly angelic. She was one of the Star Folk. You could tell just by looking at her. Her skin glowed and shimmered. Her hair was long and silvery-white, and her eyes were the same bright color. She was breathtaking. She wore a long satin gown with a glittering silver cape that was more for looks than actual warmth. Atop her head sat a delicate glittering headpiece. 

He gasped and swept into a low bow. “Empress,” he said, “thank you, for saving my life.”

“Arise, good sir, and tell me your name,” she commanded in a voice as strong as her grip.

He stood, straightening his spine one vertebrae at a time, until he had summoned all his courage. “I am prince of this castle and future king of this Terran planet. I am Prince Sebastian.”

She smirked and swept an elegant curtsey. “Prince Sebastian, I am pleased to make your acquaintance.”

The Empress and her royal family were visiting from their palace for the annual convention of the alliance. A celebration of the official forging of our alliance between the Terrans, the Star Folk, and the Faunas (half-human, half-animal creatures.) The noise from the festivities was a sharp contrast to the stillness and beauty of the night, and of the woman in front of him.

“As am I,” he said.

She whisked her silver hair behind her ear and glided closer to him. She paused and looked up at the moon. “Cerulea prevails tonight,”she observed, her face awash in a light-blue glow. “What does she say to you?”

He looked up at the lonely moon. Her glowing sapphire surface seemed more blue than ever before. “Perhaps,” he swallowed, “perhaps there are two lonely souls here tonight.”

Her breath caught at his words. As if she wasn’t already breathless from yanking this man away from the cliff side. His life had been teetering on the edge and she had held his life in her hands as she pulled him to safety. She was caught off guard by his brashness. Color flooded her cheeks.

“Yes, I suppose you could say that.” She looked away coyly. “I did come down here to escape the noise and other nonsense.”

Prince Sebastian placed a rough and calloused hand under her chin and tilted it toward his face. “I am forever in your debt,” he said. “Is there any way I could repay you?”

She placed her small soft hand on his cheek, and leaned in closer. “Perhaps,” she said breathlessly, “a kiss?”

They embraced. Her soft pink lips against his rough beard. His hands sliding up and down her satin gown and into her silver hair. He had big strong shoulders that she could really sink her nails into, and she did. He groaned, but not in pain. She spread her legs and he pressed her up against the castle wall, ravaging her body. She could feel his manhood swelling against her leg. She pulled her gown up higher and began pulling his belt loose.

He took off his thick cape and laid it on the ground. Then he grabbed her by the waist and laid her on the cape as softly as he could. He kissed her softly on her lips and down her neck. He traveled over her collar bone and down her perfect breasts. He kept kissing down her stomach until he reached her pelvis. He paused to run his rough hands from her feet up the length of her legs towards the spot where they meet. He continued to kiss her until she moaned with pleasure, and then he kissed her some more. Only when she begged did he stop.

They embraced once more. This time, he thrust himself inside of her. They moved to the rhythm of the night, to the lapping of the waves, and to the beat of the dancing in the courtyard. Together they sweat away their misery, and for a brief moment, they knew comfort in each other’s arms. 

The blue light gave way and shifted to violet as the red moon peered over the horizon. They were lucky to see such a sight. Just as they had started under a single lonely moon and found love and passion with one another, so had the lonely moons found each other.