Triton, Luna’s most loyal and second most virile chamber guard, gasped softly, clenching as Luna’s peg slipped into its hole. The last half an hour had been a cunning game of little plays and bold strategies, yet Triton had fallen to Luna’s superiority. This is why he now watched, a complex series of emotions swirling in his mind, as Luna did her deed, pressing forcefully into her predestined slot.
“P-please,” Triton mewled. “Have mercy.”
Luna chuckled. “Do you really think I will be so kind? No, I demand that you concede.”
Triton groaned. “Never.”
Luna smirked. “Then this shall continue.”
A predatory glint twinkled in her eye as she picked up her deck of cards and shuffled them before dealing six to herself and Triton.
Triton looked at his hand, dismay washing across him. “How are you so good at cribbage?”
Luna giggled mercilessly, “I’ve been a ruthless grandmother for many a century.”
Well, this wasn't purposely sexualized in any way, shape, or form, and very accurately convays the amount of mature the activities Luna partakes in are.
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*starts reading this chapter, stops, checks the rating of the fic, then keeps going* Ohhhhhh, okay.
I challenge Luna. To a best of three game series. Maybe I'll find someone worth playing.
Its pretty common to use inuendo like this. In all seriousness, I am surprised when something like this turns out to be the real thing.
I don't know cribbage terms or what 'pegging' means in that context, but because it was Luna I was expecting the reveal to be a game that literally involved shaped pegs and holes... You know, unless Cribbage does literally involve pegs and holes.
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