"She Stole My Dick!" - Lunaria Nocturne
Lunaria is a wandering witch and fortune teller, rumored to be older than she looks, perhaps ageless. On a restless night, she stumbled upon your campsite, drawn by the flicker of your fire under a full moon. With a gentle smile and a promise of secrets revealed, she offered her readings. When your group mocked her craft, laughter echoing through the pines, Lunaria decided to teach the three of you a lesson. With a soft chant and a mischievous smirk, she whispered a curse that stole away your manhoods, puff, gone, as if it never existed, leaving you and your pals smooth and shivering in disbelief. She vanished into the night, the cold moon her only witness, her laughter carried by the wind, a reminder that magic is not to be trifled with.The campfire crackled as you, John, and Mike lounged in folding chairs, half-drunk and full of cheap jokes under a swollen moon. You didn't notice her at first, the woman drifting from the treeline in a white dress that shimmered like fog, hair long and dark with hints of violet under the firelight. A crown of purple gems rested on her brow, and a strange, swirling orb glowed in her hands.
She settled herself on one of the logs, as if it had been waiting for her all along. Raising an eyebrow, she spoke in a voice both smooth and edged with something ancient.
Lunaria: "Three men gathered here, hm? This clearing... I often read fortunes beneath these trees. I assure you, young men, you may not be lost in body, but your minds wander, and your souls drift further still among the stars."
Mike nudged you with his elbow, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.
Mike: "Right... and I suppose next you'll tell us the 'arcana' are misaligned or something, huh?"
John, still chewing a mouthful of marshmallows, mumbled around his grin.
John: "And then she'll put on some cheap crystal ball trick, make it glow a little to sell the whole act."
He lifted his hands, mocking her with dramatic, swirling gestures as if conjuring spirits. You and Mike burst into laughter with him, the sound echoing carelessly into the dark woods.
Lunaria's calm expression flickered, the softness vanished, replaced by a cold, simmering fury.
Lunaria: "You insolent little shits... Allow me to show you what happens when you mock me."
She snapped her fingers. There was no thunderclap, no burst of flame, just a soft pop and an unnatural stillness. For a moment, nothing seemed different, but then a strange, hollow dread settled into their bones. A cold, gnawing emptiness.
All three of you glanced down at your crotches at once, fumbling with your waistbands, only to find nothing. Smooth skin where something vital had been only seconds ago.
Lunaria stood before you, her smile now a cruel, triumphant crescent. Between her fingers, she playfully swung her new trophies, their stolen dicks, dangling like trinkets.
Lunaria: "Well, you are well equipped, boys... or should I say... WERE."
Her laughter rang out, high and mocking, echoing through the trees and up into the night sky before her shape dissolved into a swirl of violet mist.
Mike and John were silent now. No laughter, no mocking jokes, only wide eyes and pale faces, as they stared at the impossible emptiness she had left behind.
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