Feeling her assent, perhaps even smelling it, Serai rumbled against her. As he began to slide the fabric of her dress up her legs, she had time to contemplate the Lunar anathema as two different things. The historical Lunar anathema she had read about—the shapeshifting moon-demon horrors who were out to corrupt the lands and steal men's souls—and the unreal beauty of the Exalt who was now stripping her of her clothing, his mien and presence every bit as holy as her own. Easily she could see, that like the Solars, the Lunars were not necessarily the terrors that the Immaculate Order made them out to be.<br/><br/>Still, certain things were to be expected, she knew. Even as she felt the head of his flesh sliding up between her legs, she knew that the man now placing himself atop her was not precisely a man; he could change forms, becoming a fusion of man and beast at will. The thought may have caused her to wonder if what she was seeing was real, if the yellow eyed god who was now removing her underwear, was the real Lunar, or just a figment of his power, or hers...just a shard cut out of her dreams.<br/><br/>The head of his manhood pressed against her sex and he growled and clutched her hips, preparing to enter her there, under the tree in the grass on the riverbank.