A robed figure stepped into the light of the ritual cairn, wearing a loose black robe and a silver mask inlaid with ebony. Selune stared daggers at the man from behind her mask - Secunda, she called it, and herself as well while she wore it. When dealing with people such as these, concealing her identity was critical. If any of them knew who she was and something were to go wrong, Eldawen's life could be in danger. So she invented Secunda as a cover to have dealings with the darker elements of the world.

"I know," Selune - Secunda - replied. "I was unavoidably detained. But we still have time before-"

"The aurora is already past its zenith. The magical power is beginning to wane!" the man growled. "As if that wasn't bad enough, there's no way to tell when our sacrifice will arrive. If we're interrupted, it could be years before this alignment comes around again!"

"Don't worry," Secunda said, pulling her robe open. She cast it to the ground in a single smooth motion.

"I have no intention of wasting any time."

She reached out and touched the man's cheek. "Now get out of that robe and lie on that altar. I'm... eager to get started."

The man smirked. "Maybe you will be worth the trouble..." he said softly, disrobing.

He laid back on the altar and Selune quickly followed, straddling him. She ground his quickly hardening cock along her sex. The truth was she wasn't looking forward to this at all and was trying as much to get herself going as she was him. The masked helped her step out of herself, and before long she had pushed the resistance within her side, feeling her sex begin to moisten. She focused on his hot cock, focused on the coming sensation of being filled by his reasonable girth. Yes... that was working.

She lifted herself up, guided his cock to her entrance, and carefully lowered herself, impaling herself on his long rod. He didn't feel too bad at all inside her. She inched up and down a few times, getting his length as wet as she could, and began to bounce faster and faster. The man made a few remarks, but she wasn't listening. All she needed to hear was his breath and she could tell he was enjoying this. She threw her knees wider to give him a better look. He smiled widely and said, "You sure know how to put on a show!"

She silently admitted to herself that he was beginning to feel quite good, but she needed more to make this worthwhile. She slid her hand down her smooth mound and worked her slender fingers into her folds, finding the hard button and playing with it. It was like lightning shooting into her core, eliciting a breathy moan.

"You're really getting into this!" the man groaned. "Like an angel from Sanguine...!" She tuned him out. She was getting close, and could feel that he was, too.

She came first, her whole body shuddering, a moan escaping her throat. She'd had much better orgasms, but this one was perfectly serviceable. With a slight effort, she willed her knees to work and continued to ride him until she heard him mumble something. Taking it as her cue, she lifted herself off of him and reached down, stroking him vigorously. He came mere seconds later, ropey globs of cum shooting into the air and up onto Selune's mound and stomach.

"Ohh gods..." the man sighed. "Yes... the magic is right now. All we need... is to put the soul gem in the altar... and to wait for the sacrifice..."

"We won't have to wait long..." Secunda said.

In an instant, it was over. Bertrand Vivellius, the man she had met and laid with, was dead of a single stab to the heart. Selune removed her mask only long enough to spit on him. He was wanted in half of High Rock for his crimes - rape, murder, and what drew Selune to him the most, the abduction, murder, and desecration of a child.

In the altar, a filled black soul gem hummed with power. The sexual energy, the magic of the aurora, and the position of the stars made this one especially potent. Selune's job was done.

She cleaned up and redressed, taking the black soul gem from the altar. It was little more than vigilantism, what she did. But as far as she was concerned, ridding the world of its most despicable inhabitants was the only acceptable way to collect the black souls she needed from time to time. She could simply buy black soul gems off the black market, but she couldn't stand the entirely likely possibility that it was an innocent soul. No, she preferred to collect them herself. That way she knew. Knew they were scum that deserved to be reduced to tools for a better purpose.

Bertrand Vivellius would do more good dead than he ever did alive.