The day of the full moon dawned with a bite in the air, the sky a vast, cloudless blue that promised the night would be bright, merciless, and wild.Elara spent the morning in the healing lodge with Liora, sorting bundles of dried herbs and filling small clay jars with salves for claw wounds, broken bones, and silver burns. Her hands moved steadily, but her body betrayed her at every turn skin flushed and hypersensitive, breasts aching with a deep, heavy fullness, n*****s dark and leaking tiny drops that soaked through her soft cotton bra. Between her thighs, juices gathered constantly, dampening her panties until she had to excuse herself twice to change them.Liora noticed, of course. The older woman’s sharp eyes missed nothing.“The moon rides you hard this cycle,” she said gently, pressin
