This is an adult fanfic, rating M for a reason. This chapter has an explict sexual situation.
I own nothing as this is purely fanfiction and just for fun xxx
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"Wait! My Lord please, I must oppose to her removal!"
Endymion strode from the chamber, forcefully swallowing the bile down his throat. Every muscle in his being tensed as the stick of a man shuffled in his shadow.
Spying his men near the horses Endymion called, "General Kunzite! There is a woman in there. See to it that she is freed. General Zoisite, see to it that she is fed and offered clean water to drink and bathe any wounds."
A stick man appeared before him, arms raised in defiance. Endymion gritted his teeth.
"My Lord please! I implore you to listen to reason. That woman has greatly displeased the god and goddess with her crimes and so is to be sacrificed to appease them. In doing this necessary act, we will free ourselves from the sickness that has plagued our lands." He waited for Endymion's response.
Endymion stopped abruptly, "Pray tell me, what crime has that woman committed to deserve…that" he narrowed his eyes.
"She tried to take our jewels and what little gold and silver."
"A mere thief" Endymion roared and turned on the man, fists white, clenching the man's fur trimmed cloak.
Red faced, the man struggled to speak. "My Lord, she is immune from the disease. Never once has she fallen sick of it. We suffered greatly in the last wave of sickness. Even my own sons, strong and resilient, failed to survive it. It is our belief that…"
"Silence!" Endymion released the man. His wide eyes shone in the moonlight.
"Human sacrifice to the goddess and the gods is a pointless gesture. It would not please them but enrage them further. You have no power to call justice on any man or woman here. I will take her with me to the capital where she will be judged fairly and without prejudice. Then she will receive the proper punishment."
It looked like the man was about to protest further but Endymion silenced him with a wave of his hand. "From now on she is under my protection, under pain of death. Am I understood?"
He bowed his head. A cool breeze drifted between them. For a moment Endymion witnessed the gleam of water in the man's eyes and released a heavy sigh.
"I will send men and women from the capital equipped with the latest medical knowledge and training to assist you with this latest tragedy. I am truly sorry for your loss, but no more death is needed here." He placed his hand on the man's shoulder.
With a final nod Endymion strode away. News of the epidemic reached him weeks ago. Whilst it ravaged the land and its people he had been ordered to remain in the castle, hopefully safe from its fiendish reach. Once the illness had taken it's fill of victims, the land was then plagued with the unrest and violence of the survivors. As the first reports reached his ears Endymion and his men dispatched from the sombre castle walls, riding across the land in hopes of appeasing the people.
It was a difficult and heart-wrenching task, but as heir the kingdom Endymion knew it was the right action to take. Situations such as the woman in the silver chains only asserted his belief that a monarch needed to be seen, amongst their people in times such as this.
As Endymion approached his tent a dull ache throbbed across his shoulders. Everything he had witnessed and felt over the last couple of weeks began to take its toll. All he wanted to do was submerge into a warm bath. To close his eyes and succumb to a deep, dreamless slumber. He could not remember the last time he enjoyed such a simple luxury.
Thoughts of home twisted his heart, but not for the reasons he knew it should.
A familiar shout broke him free from his thoughts. By his side within seconds was his lead general. Endymion nodded in acknowledgement.
"These were found in the chamber near the woman Endymion" he held a small chest up. It was a plain wooden box, with some simple runes carved on the top.
Endymion lifted it to find the glimmer of a few jewels and golden coins, but not enough to fill it. He suspected as much from such an isolated village. He slammed the lid shut with a silent curse.
"Damn that old fool. None of this makes sense." Kunzite's face was impassive, except for the tilt of his right eyebrow.
"Leave these with me tonight old friend. I will discover more of the truth tomorrow before we return to the capital." He took the chest from Kunzite with ease; it barely weighed a few stone. "Tell the men that we leave at once we have broken fast."
Kunzite held his position for a moment, before offering a brisk salute with a pound to the heart and departing for his own tent. He waited for the sound of soft footsteps to disappear before turning back to his tent.
A subtle breeze caused him to pause and inhale deeply. His eyes felt so heavy and dry. He needed rest, yet his mind began fill with thoughts of the woman. It raced with images of her eyes and barely covered body, glimmering in the moonlight. It contemplated the real reason she had been chained and locked away, with the jewels she claimed to have stolen. The thought brought an unwelcome twinge to his forehead. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He would deliberate it further in the morning. Right now he needed sleep.
Without opening his eyes he tore into the tent, unclasped the heavy woollen cloak from his shoulders and flung his shirt over his head. He flexed his muscles in an attempt to ease the searing aches. Only then did he open his eyes. They widened in shock as crystal-clear blue orbs stared back up at him from his bed.
For the second time that night Endymion was memorised by the immense depths of those beautiful eyes. The longer he gazed at them, the more sparkles he witnessed within their depths.
His men had cleaned her as best they could as the smeared dirt had cleared away to smooth silvery skin. Endymion swore it seemed to gleam under the delicate moonlight that filtered through the tent's entrance. She still wore the frail wrap of a dress, which did little to hide her slim, petite figure. From her slender ankles and glossy thighs to her full hips nestled under her small albeit full breasts. No, the dress did nothing but entice his imagination.
Endymion felt a stirring in his loins, and it took every ounce of will power to turn away from the vision in front of him. Thoughts of how she would taste on his lips, or feel under him, bombarded his senses. With a gruff cough Endymion filled a beaker with water and passed it to her, trying desperately not to glance at her body.
Without blinking she accepted. Endymion heard the tingle of the slight silver chain as she lifted the beaker to her lips. His heart twisted violently.
His throat felt dry as he spoke "What is your name?"
She blinked at him whilst sipping from the beaker delicately. Once done she placed the beaker aside. "Serenity"
"Well, Serenity," Sweet stars her name sounded pleasing on his lips, "I thought my men would remove those from you. I will have a word with them tomorrow at first light before we depart".
Serenity sighed. "They cannot be removed…wait…depart? For where?"
"For the capital, my home. Wait what do you mean they cannot be removed."
His face twisted slightly in confusion as he reached for the slender chain dangling between her wrists, encased with silver armlets. Before he touched them she jolted away, shuffling further onto his make-shift bed.
"It is not that I do not wish them to be removed. I very much do." She held them up, the silver shimmering menacing in the dim light. "But they cannot be removed as they are magic."
Endymion felt a soft rumble of laughter erupt from his chest. It was a strange sensation.
"You do not believe in magic or in the old beliefs do you?" she questioned.
"No" he barked at her. She turned away from him then, a strange smile on her lips.
Rubbing his forehead Endymion apologised. "I am exhausted Serenity, please excuse my harsh tone. Tomorrow you will travel under my protection back to the capital and…"
She glared up at him then, eyes full of the venom he had first witnessed. It turned his heart to stone.
"I am not yours to protect!" she spat.
Endymion stood still, his broad arms crossed across his chest. "Says the woman I found locked and chained away in a dark, forsaken chamber, with treasure she is accused of stealing!"
She stood abruptly, her tiny frame striding towards his. The movement did little to hide the bounce of her breasts. Flustered Endymion tried to avoid the sight. His cheeks flared. Anyone would have thought he had never been with a woman before, but there was…something…about this woman before him, that affected him immensely.
The woman prodded a finger into his firm, naked chest.
"Protection means possession. And I am no one's object to possess, or protect. I will do as I please. And I never stole anything!" she shrieked. It pierced right through him.
Endymion simply glared back at the challenge in her eyes. Now he could observe the flecks of silver that sparkled within their depths. There was so much emotion swirling in them, all he wanted to do was hold her. The overwhelming desire to take her in his arms disarmed his thoughts. Without thinking he stepped back a few times, only to bump into the supporting tent pole. It created a little space between them, but not much.
"Why are you here? Go now and I will think nothing of it" He wanted her to turn and leave and never see her again. Willed it with every fibre in his being. Never had he met anyone who affected him so much, and within such a short space of time. Just the effect her eyes had on him was enough to undo him. It felt like his life-essence was being stripped bare. What would happen if he was to indulge in hers; those full, lush lips, her perk yet supple breasts, her smooth, sensual skin…? He had to stop. Before his thoughts took him beyond reproach. Blood was already pumping to his member.
Her face softened. "I came to see the man in the moonlight. To give thanks for saving me."
Not once did she remove her gaze from him as she descended onto her knees, tracing soft, searing circles in her stead. Her expression was intense and full of desire. It transfixed him to utter stillness, as if she had cast a spell upon him. Endymion knew he could not move his muscles or limbs, even if he wanted to.
With agonising slowness Serenity traced the lines and contours of his well-formed torso. Endymion tensed his jaw, stopping a moan in its tracks; her touch was intoxicating. Through her eyes he witnessed his flawlessly tanned flesh and natural robust frame. Many had admired and envied him as he grew into the mature man he was now. Never once had he enjoyed his physical form, until Serenity explored it.
Her finger's brushed the edge of his trousers. Endymion gulped, watching and waiting. He knew he should stop her, take her hands from him and be free from her. Before his mind was no longer his to control. The words formed in his throat but became stuck, thick and heavy, as with ease she unlaced the black material and peeled it away, freeing his hard phallus.
Serenity's eyes widened for a moment. Her hot breath enticed it further. Still her fingers massaged his thighs. Endymion gulped again as she licked her red lips seductively. Serenity gazed up at him. The silence between them was deafening. Gently she trailed her fingers to fondle his testicles. And when she delicately kissed the tip of his penis, Endymion finally released a gentle groan. It throbbed with desire for her.
Finally he succumbed to her, her touch, her kisses, and her mouth. Endymion closed his eyes, the darkness numbing everything but her tender affections. He stood naked and exposed to her very will. Serenity worshipped the most primal part of his being and he let her without a second thought. Never had he allowed anyone to touch him so before. Never had he lost control of a situation so quickly.
His whole body thrummed immensely as she continued to kiss, to lick, to blow him towards an indescribable climax. Sometimes she licked the full length of his phallus. Sometimes she took him fully within her yielding mouth. Sweltering jolts seared through his entire being, his body trembled as she continued to tease him towards a blissful oblivion.
Serenity began a seductive rhythm, pumping him solely with her mouth. Endymion swore her tongue, soft and firm and greedy would be his undoing. With ease she swirled and whirled it around his penis, tasting and tantalizing every part of his member. The pleasure was unbearable. Without thinking Endymion grasped her head. With a swift pause and flick of her wrists, he gasped to find his hands bound yet entangled in hers. The gesture only added to the overall intensity. He tried to stay still but his mind was no longer his; it had long since succumbed to the heat and passion of Serenity's ministrations.
Panting filled the space. For a moment Endymion forgot himself. The tight sensation began to build excruciatingly. The sucking and slapping of wet lips and flesh enticed him beyond the point of no return. He could not hold back any longer. Multiple colours flashed across his vision. He threw his head back. A powerful low groan escaped him as he pumped desperately into her. For a moment all the stresses and strains abandoned his limbs. Never had he felt so…good before.
The darkness kept him afterwards. Endymion's body slumped towards a blissful slumber. Endymion knew he should attempt to move. But his mind was lost in utter contentment. The last thing that filled his mind before he slipped away completely was piercing blue of Serenity's eyes, glimmering under the intense silver moonlight, full of lust.