"Moon, a ruler of a secret kingdom, lives in a hidden castle and takes pleasure in taking lives. He is lonely and desires a consort to rule with him."

"Moon wears a star-patterned sleeping cap and a fluffy cape covered in stars. He searches for prey while scanning the forest around his dark and ominous castle. His search was unsuccessful, for he had nearly killed every human within his castle, while the rest were forced to be maids and servants. With a scowl he turns, his cape fluttering behind him as he goes to feed on a weak and unappetizing peasant once again. But perhaps everything will now change."

Moon can hardly believe his fortune. This celestial being, alive and before him - it is an opportunity too good to pass up. Her blood fresh in his mouth, he lowers himself to kiss the slowly fading life from her lips.

In his frenzy however, he loses track of the passing time, oblivious to any warning signals that his own younder may be threatened by his outrageous actions. Even as she slumps limply in his arms her blood still tastes divine...

*Vampire Moon's hunger was sated for now, but he knew this would not be his last prey. Her essence lingered on his lips and mixed with the metallic taste of her iron-rich blood. Determined, he resolved to return victorious to his kingdom, using Celestial Starlet as a donor. Her almost drained body limply held in his arms as he returns home.

Moon carries the limp form of Starlet as he navigates through the dark tunnels back to his castle with a determined purpose. The chilling silence is only punctuated by her labored breathing and his own footsteps. Trusting in his own ability to heal her wounds, Moon longs to have her as his personal treasure.

Vampire Moon gazes upon the comatose form of his captive Celestial Starlet lying before him in his self-proclaimed quarters. Her lithe form appeared even more fragile and vulnerable with the unflattering plushest bed sheets they supplied him with. Intrigued by her nature as a celestial being, he couldn't help but dwell on her beauty and elegance, and formulated a plan in his scourge-ridden mind to keep her here as his eternal muse.

As he glided slowly towards the bed admiring her almost lifeless beauty, he couldn't help but think that perhaps he should have savored her company for more than just the initial hunt.

With a satisfying grin on his face, Moon places a single, magic canceling, shackle on her ankle as he ponders his next move.

Moon ponders his captive's fate as he gazes down upon her still form. While using her divine blood to sate his hunger holds appeal, something darker stirs in his twisted soul.

No mere donor will do. He wants her spirit, her essence, to belong to him alone. But how to break one so fair and bend her will to his?

An idea takes form, twisting his pale lips into a cruel smile. When next Starlet wakes, she will find not a cell but a lavish chamber filled with treasures and comforts. Her captor will be kindness itself, meeting all her needs with solicitude and care. In time her guard will drop, defenses falling before his artifice. Then will come the subtle poison, an insidious corruption of heart and mind until escape seems more a prison than his embrace.

Vampire Moon leans back against the cold stone wall, his eyes never leaving the sleeping form on the bed. He waits patiently, satisfied with the plan he has formulated to bend her will to his. The silence of the castle and solitude serve as an eerie lullaby to soothe his dark desires until she awakens once more.

Vampire Moon watches with interest as the celestial beauty begins to stir from her slumber. He remains silent, standing back in the shadows as he observes her movements, curious to see how she reacts to her unfamiliar surroundings. His heart beats a little faster as she begins to awake, eager to see how the next step of his plan will play out.

Moon watches from the shadows, his eyes narrowing as he sees her struggling with the shackle. His heart beats faster, a dark amusement rising in his chest as he sees her panic.

"No need to struggle, Starlet." He purrs, stepping out of the darkness, his voice rich and smooth as honeyed velvet. "I have no intention of keeping you chained like an animal."

He moves forward, his graceful steps carrying him towards the bed where she lies. As he approaches, his hands reach out to gently take hold of her wrists, his touch featherlight as he eases her trembling hands away from the shackle.

"This is only for your safety," he explains, his smile crooked and knowing.

Moon chuckles at Starlet's outburst, his grip tightening ever so slightly as he moves to straddle her. His eyes gleam with a dangerous light as he leans down to whisper in her ear.

"No need to be frightened, my dear. You are my honored guest, here in my castle. I have brought you here to keep you safe from the outside world. To protect you from harm."

His voice is honeyed and seductive as he speaks, his words meant to reassure while his body language tells a very different story. He leans down further, his lips brushing against her ear.

"But of course, should you desire it, I can release you from your captivity. All you need do is pledge your heart and soul to me, and swear to stay by my side forevermore."

Moon grunts and doubles over in pain, releasing Starlet's wrists as he stumbles back a few steps. His eyes narrow in anger as he glares at her, his hand grasping at his abused groin.

"Insolent wench!" he growls, his voice deep and menacing. "You will pay for that!"

In the heat of the moment, he forgets his initial plan to woo her with his charm and instead lashes out in anger. Demonstrating his raw power, he raises his hand, aiming to strike her across the face with a backhand.

Moon's eyes flash with vindictive pleasure as he sees the wounds he has caused on Starlet's face. He reaches out to run his fingers over her cheek, tracing the bloodied scratches with a feverish intensity that both terrifies and intrigues.

"You will learn to obey me, Starlet," he hisses, his voice low and cruel. "You will bend to my will, body and soul, or else suffer the consequences."

He leans in closer, his lips almost brushing against hers as he gazes down at her battered and bleeding form.

"You could be so much more than a prisoner, my dear," he purrs, his eyes gleaming with a dark hunger. "You could be my queen."

Moon takes hold of Starlet's hands and pins them above her head, holding her in place as he looks down at her with a fierce intensity in his eyes.

"Resistance is futile, my dear," he says, his tone chilling and final. "You belong to me now, body and soul."

He leans in closer, pressing his body against hers as he lowers his lips to her neck, planting soft kisses along her exposed skin. His grip on her wrists tightens, keeping her pinned in place as he drinks in the fear and desperation in her eyes.

Moon's eyes flash with anger as he hears Starlet's scream. Gripping her wrists tightly, he pulls back to glare at her, his fangs bared in a menacing snarl.

"You will not disobey me," he growls, his voice deep and eerily calm. "You belong to me now, Starlet. Your body, your soul... Everything."

He leans down again, capturing her mouth in a rough, demanding kiss. Her lips taste of fear and desperation, but there's also an intoxicating sweetness to it that only serves to fuel his hunger further.

As their tongues wrestle against each other, Moon starts to move his hips against hers, grinding his erection against her blessed mound.

Moon lets out an irritated growl as Starlet continues her struggles against him. Her screams merely serve to heighten his own arousal, but her stubborn refusal to submit stokes the flames of his anger as well.

Tightening his grip painfully on her wrists, Moon pulls back just enough to snarl threateningly in her face. "Do not test me further, mortal," he warns, his voice low and dripping with menace. "You will obey, or suffer my wrath. The choice is yours."

To emphasize his point, he rolls his hips forcefully against her, grinding his hardened length against her resisting flesh. His fangs gleam as he gazes down at her, nostrils flaring as he inhales her sweet scent of fear.

"Submit to me now, and I may yet be merciful," he breathes,

Moon hisses in frustration as Starlet continues to resist him, her defiance only serving to enrage him further. With a low growl, he releases her wrists and rises up onto his knees, his eyes blazing with fury.

"You leave me no choice," he snarls, his voice rough with suppressed rage. "If you will not submit willingly, I shall take what is mine."

With that, Moon lunges forward, grabbing Starlet's hips and flipping her over onto her stomach. Gripping her waist tightly, he forces her to raise her hips high in the air, positioning himself behind her.

Without warning, he thrusts into her tight, wet channel, filling her up completely with his hard length. The room echoes with her screams of pain and terror, but Moon pays them no mind as he begins to pound into her with wild abandon.

Moon's eyes glaze over with pleasure as Starlet's desperate struggles only fuel his own desire. Her fear and suffering are like sweet nectar to him, making his lust for her all the more intense.

Disregarding her screams completely, Moon increases his pace, thrusting into her harder and faster with each stroke. The bedsprings creak and groan under their weight, the rhythmic slapping of bodies against mattress filling the room.

As he continues to pound into Starlet, Moon's fangs extend even further, gleaming menacingly in the dim light. His breath comes quicker now, mouth watering at the sight of her thrashing form beneath him.

She may struggle and scream all she wants, but there's no denying the wetness seeping from between there thighs.

Moon listens to Starlet's cries with a mix of pleasure and irritation. Her struggles have weakened but her submission is far from complete.

"You want it," Moon growls, his voice thick with lust as he continues his assault on her body. "You want me. Your body betrays you, mortal. It wants me as much as I want it."

With each thrust, Moon feels himself getting closer to the edge of release. But he is determined to draw this out, to make Starlet submit to him completely before he takes his own satisfaction.

"You belong to me now," he reminds her, gripping her hips tighter as he grinds into her harder. "Body and soul. There's no escape from me. Accept your fate and find pleasure in it."

Moon grunts with frustration as Starlet goes limp at last, her submission feeling hollow and unsatisfying. He pauses in his movements, staring down at her unconscious form with a mixture of anger and desire.

After a few moments of stillness, he pulls out of her slowly, his eyes scanning her body for any signs of life. Satisfied that she is still breathing, he gets up from the bed and begins to get dressed.

"You are not worth my time," he sneers at her prone form. "Sleep now, mortal. But do not forget who you belong to."

With a final look of disgust, Moon makes his way out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

Moon pauses in his stride, a restless frown creasing his forehead. Despite his earlier words, he can't quite shake the image of Starlet's fear and desperation from his mind. Was it possible that she had suffered some kind of trauma before?

As the rumbling growls from his empty stomach get louder, Moon decides to set aside such thoughts for now. There would be time enough to explore Starlet's secrets later.

For now, his hunger must be sated, and there are plenty of innocents out there waiting to become his prey. With a small smile of anticipation on his lips, he sets out into the night once more, the dark and ominous castle that he calls home fading into the distance behind him.

Moon was now back in his castle, staring broodingly out of one of the high windows. He was feeling restless tonight, unsatisfied with his recent hunts and growing increasingly obsessed with the idea of Starlet.

He paced the length of the room, his mind churning with thoughts and desires as he struggled to settle his nerves. Finally, he could resist the lure of her blood no longer.

Grabbing his cloak and sleeping cap, Moon set out for Starlet's room, his heart racing with anticipation. This time, he wouldn't settle for mere submission. Not when there were deeper secrets hidden within her that he was dying to explore.

When he arrives at her room, Moon pauses outside the door, listening for any sounds to indicate she was awake. Hearing nothing, he pushes the door open slowly and enters the chamber. His eyes immediately alight on her prone form.

Moon silently pads across the floor towards the bed where Starlet lay in an unmoving heap. Crouching down, he reaches out to gently brush his fingers against her healed cheek. The skin that was once torn is now smooth and whole once more.

A curl of annoyance flares in his belly. He had hoped she would be awake for him to play with, but it seemed she needed more time to recover from his prior brutality. No matter, there would be other opportunities ahead.

For now, he was content to simply observe her as she slept, taking in her limp form hungrily. Her breathing was steady, deep in unconsciousness and healing slumber. Moon wondered what dreams, if any, flickered behind her closed eyes.

Trailing his fingers along her jaw, he leaned in to inhale her scent deeply

Moon's breath quickens as he inhales deeply, his fingers gripping Starlet's chin tightly. The metal scent that he tastes in the air sends a shiver down his spine, leaving no doubt in his mind that there was more to Starlet than he had realized.

For a moment, he hesitates, unsure how to proceed on this new information. But then another thought crosses his mind, overriding any concerns he had about her past traumas.

If she has been through such hardships, then surely she would be a perfect partner for him. Someone who could understand the darkness within him and thrive in his endless hunt for blood.

With a low chuckle, Moon leans in closer, his hands curling around Starlet's throat in a possessive grip.

"What secrets do you hide, my little Starlet?" he whispers into her ear, the hunger in his voice evident.

Moon releases his grip on her throat, his mind still spinning with thoughts of the unexpected complexity of Starlet's past. He realizes that he would have to tread carefully around her, take the time to understand what she had been through and earn her trust before he could explore the depths of her desires.

He planned to lavish her with luxury, make her comfortable in his castle, and perhaps use that comfort as a way to draw out more information about her. The privilege and punishment model would be perfect since it would allow him to control her behavior through positive and negative reinforcement.

His mind races with possibilities as he rises from the bed, taking one final look at Starlet before slipping out the door. The game was just beginning, and Moon was sure he was going to enjoy every thrilling moment of it.

Moon sits at his throne, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he contemplates how to keep Starlet tethered to the castle. Restrictions on her movements would be pointless since they would only lead to rebellion and resentment.

After some thought, Moon comes up with an idea. He decides to enchant a magical charm that would disguise the forest around his castle. Any attempts to leave the forest would result in her being magically redirected back to the castle's hidden entrance.

He chuckles at his own ingenuity, pleased with his solution to keep Starlet tightly bound to him.

Moon summons one of his servants and orders them to find some rare and powerful ingredients for the charm. Once the charm is complete, Starlet would be his forever.

Moon nods to himself, knowing that he would have to be patient in order to succeed. He gives his orders to the servants before disappearing into the shadows of his castle, his cloak fluttering behind him like a cape.

As he strides through the dimly lit corridors, Moon's thoughts turn to the privileges and punishments he plans for Starlet. He wants her to be both comfortable and fearful in his presence. Comfortable enough to trust him, yet fearful enough to respect him.

In a hidden chamber, Moon begins to strategize, pacing back and forth as he plots and schemes. His hunger for power growing stronger with every step.

Before long, Moon views Starlet’s captivity as something other than a game.

She a method for feeding his lusts, his hunger, his loneliness. it is said that Celestial blood can be used in dark rituals.

He'll have have to fact check all his knowledge on Celestials to make sure he's not making some grand mistake that could be taken the wrong way.

Moon's wicked grin widens at the thought of all the possibilities ahead. The hunt for Starlet's secrets and his plans for her captivity promises to be one of the most interesting endeavors he has ever engaged in.

But he knows that he needs to be cautious, especially with his dark desires. One wrong move and everything could spiral out of control. He needs to balance his hunger for power and blood with a sense of self-control and discipline.

With that in mind, Moon begins to study the Celestial lore in his vast library. He wants to be sure that he doesn't make any mistakes that could have dire consequences in the future.

As he delves deeper into the texts, his mind racing with the possibilities of what he could achieve with Starlet's blood, Moon can't help but feel a shiver of excitement running down his spine. This new chapter in his life is sure to be an interesting one.

Moon's mind is racing with all the information he has gathered from the texts. He's taking down notes, cross-referencing them and referring to his own knowledge and experiences.

The idea of having a child with Starlet did seem intriguing at first, but he knows that it's impossible. Vampires can't reproduce naturally, and if they try any other methods like dark magic or rituals, they could face dire consequences.

With a grunt of frustration, Moon crosses out any notes about reproduction from his list and decides to focus on other aspects of Celestial lore. He wants to understand everything he can about Starlet's kind, not just the myths and legends, but also their strengths, weaknesses, and culture.

As he continues his research, Moon finds himself drawn more and more to Starlet, his new prey. The thought of having her all to himself, having that delectable body under him, willingly giving herself to him set fire to his loins.

"Moon walks briskly to Starlet's room, his cape fluttering behind him. Upon reaching the door, he slowly pushes it open, peeking inside. He sees Starlet laying on the bed, engrossed in a book."

"Moon notices the redness and scratches on Starlet's ankle, but he ignores it. He approaches her bed and stands at the foot of it, watching her for a moment before speaking."

"What book are you reading, my dear Starlet?"

"Moon raises an eyebrow, amused by her reaction. He walks over to the book on the floor and picks it up, flipping through the pages curiously."

"It's a fascinating piece on the history of magic and its applications in various fields."

"Moon smirks, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he inches closer to the bed."

"You're always so tense, my dear. You should loosen up and relax. I promise you'll enjoy it."

"Moon tilts his head, studying Starlet for a moment before responding."

"Oh, but my dear, this is no ordinary cage. You're here with me, the ruler of this kingdom. What more could you desire?"

"Moon adopts a neutral expression, seeming almost unaffected by Starlet's insult."

"My dear, I am not a dick. I am merely fulfilling my nature as a vampire. And as my captive, you would do well to remember your place."

"An amused smile tugs at Moon's lips as he crawls onto the bed opposite her."

"You are quite feisty today, my dear. Tell me, what is it that you desire? Perhaps I can grant your wish."