Under the harvest moon forbidden lovers let their passions unleash. The consequences to this is set in stone if they are caught. The clans do not mix...they are enemies from the beginning.
They know all of this and yet the kiss is inevitable...this will not end well, but for now maybe in a fit of selfish pride these two insist on being together.
Weapons traded for pussy.
It could be a slogan of peace, but it won't. Too much blood has been spilled and hard, impenetrable lines have been drawn.
The sloppy, wet dripping of pussy intertwined with the sensual tongue. The moaning and hushed words they will say pronouncing to the world their unrequited love. The nipples tasted and sucked.
None of this will matter. It will not stop the carnage.
Children will be slaughtered.
Mothers will send their husbands and sons into a war that has no answer...has no end.
Remember this moment...the day it all began with love.
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