Hi everyone! So a couple things before we get into the story (feel free to skip if you wanna get right into the juicy stuff lol). Thanks as always to irritiablevowel - not just for beta'ing (but yes for beta'ing - thanks for the semicolons my darling!) but for being my fun fandom friend on tumblr and letting me live vicariously through her actually having a social life, too. :)
I wrote this story mostly to play with some tropes, specifically the Womanizer Endymion and Virginal Innocent Serenity trope. It's one I see a lot in SilMil fanfiction and period AUs, and it's one that I feel as the potential to go sideways into uncomfortable (to me) territory and quickly. Realistically (if you want to call anything SilMil 'realistic') it does seem like Prince Endymion would've had his share of sexual encounters before meeting Serenity (although I firmly believe that stopped as soon as he met her. He strikes me as unendingly loyal and a hopeless romantic). But that doesn't mean their first time can't be an equal shared experience with each other - rather than an arrogant, over-sexed Endymion 'showing' virginal Serenity the way. I wanted Serenity to be in charge of her own sexuality. I hope it worked.
Also I wanted to touch on the differences between the Moon and the Earth Kingdoms - I didn't delve too deeply (not that kind of fic) but little differences in their societies, appearance, even what is valued (Earth - living things, flowers, earth, minerals, growth, outdoors Moon - stone, wealth, manipulating indoor environments). It was barely mentioned in this fic, but it's something that Irritablevowel and I were talking about and I think will float in the background of every SilMil fic I ever write from now on!
Thank you to everyone who reviewed, commented, left kudos, favorites/follows, reblogs - everything! On ff dot net, Ao3, tumblr... the response to part I of this fic was overwhelming to me! Everyone was so enthusiastic and kind, and it really did inspire me to continue this part as soon as possible to get it to you all! Enjoy!
NSFW - 18 and up - lemon ahead - etc etc
Endymion melted into Serenity's kiss, gently lowering her down onto the bed. Her fingers glided from his hair down to the nape of his neck, one hand trailing along his side, pressing into his waist. Her scent enveloped him - like berries and ozone, that strange sort of scent that danced on the air here, and something sweet and soft that was uniquely Serenity: vanilla, maybe, or perhaps that was her flavor instead. Her mouth was open to him - warm, wet, demanding - and he met her demand enthusiastically, his tongue delving into her mouth to taste her sweetness again and again, utterly lost. She had managed to slip a leg between his, while one warm little hand had starfished its way from his waist to the front of his pants, rubbing him in exactly the right way, oh, she was so good, she was so warm, he was so, so...
No! No. He pulled away, his body immediately protesting the lack of her touch.
"Sere-," Endymion said, pacing away a bit. "Think about your reputation. You can't just-" He gestured at the bed and then ran a frustrated hand through his hair.
She gave him a puzzled look. "I told you, I don't think we'll be caught. Endy, I know it doesn't feel this way, but this is probably the safest we've ever been." She sat up on the bed and reached for his hands, tugging him back toward her.
"It's not that," Endymion said. "It's... you're..." He looked down at their clasped hands and didn't move.
Serenity blinked. "Don't... don't you want to?" Her gaze traveled down to the bulge still evident in his pants. Her brows knit. Endymion wasn't the first man she'd ever made hard like that, although he was the first whose arousal pressed against her had ever lit a fire deep within her instead of merely curious. Serenity was no Venus, of course, but she certainly knew enough of body language to tell that Endymion wanted her. At least... she thought he did.
He sighed, pulling his hands away so he could pull both of them through his hair in vexation. "Yes, of course I want to, Serenity, I desire you more than I've ever desired any woman. I love you, I worship you, I -"
"I love you, too," she interrupted before he could start another one of his romantic soliloquies (she usually loved them, but time was of the essence here), "and I also want this, so why the hesitation?"
"I'm worried about your status," he said, finally. She tilted her head.
"On Earth, unmarried young nobility are ... protected," he explained.
She tilted her head the other way.
"From things of the more carnal nature," he said. Her eyes widened. "Until they are married, and then - ironically enough - there is more sexual freedom afforded them but there you have it. And you, Serenity, you are more than just a noble woman, you are a princess. Not just a princess, THE princess. The most revered and powerful being in the universe, the heir to the entire Silver Millennium and -"
"Wait, but it didn't stop you," she pointed out, still looking confused. "And you are royalty. You had plenty of 'things of the carnal nature'," she said, imitating his voice, "so what's the difference?"
He opened his mouth, then closed it again, almost sheepishly. "I'm... a man."
"Oh."
"I know it's not fair," he said, looking down slightly. "It's not, but it's how it is there."
"Well, this isn't Earth, Endy. The Silver Crystal protects against unwanted pregnancy, and there is no stigma against me - or any woman- lying with anyone I please." Serenity caught herself and sighed, looking at her forbidden lover with a sardonic half smile. "Well, almost anyone, I suppose."
"Still, it's... you're... a Princess, Sere."
Serenity was quiet for a while, pulling on her dress thoughtfully.
"I told you, Princess Serenity is in a meeting," Serenity said, finally. She slowly rose from the bed, all long legs and wavy hair. She walked over to Endymion and put her fingers to his lips. "I'm just a servant girl." She leaned into him, enjoying the darkening of his eyes as she did so. "Don't tell me Prince Endymion of Earth doesn't know his way around a servant girl?"
He kissed the finger that pressed against his mouth, then grabbed her hand and kissed the rest of her fingers - slowly, deliberately. Then he pressed his mouth against her palm, then her wrist, then the inside of her elbow - warmth spreading through her body as he trailed his fingers along her arm as well.
"I've never been so tempted by a mere servant girl," he murmured against her ear, breath ticking her neck before his mouth and tongue teased her earlobe - hot and unexpected and making the starch go out of her knees. Endymion's other arm wrapped around her waist and caught her expertly, letting her fall against him, luxuriating in the feel of her body pressed against his.
She had a witty answer on the tip of her tongue - something about how the moon would continue to surprise him with its superiority to Earth (it was a running joke between them) - but Endymion had apparently made the decision to give in and make the best of their time together, and Serenity was quick to find out the rumors of his specific talents were not much exaggerated. That is, she soon lost the ability to speak beyond gasps and squeaks, as Endymion expertly began to slip the dress from her body trailing lingering touches with kisses and licks and touches at all the right places. His scent was intoxicating - spicy and slightly floral and mysterious, richer than anything she'd experienced growing up on the moon. Everything on Earth seemed richer, fuller, brighter, bolder... and Endymion most of all.
When her dress fell to her waist, exposing her breasts, Serenity suddenly felt the urge to lift her arm and cover herself, for a moment realizing that despite her famed beauty, she knew herself pale, wan, and maybe even small compared to the robust, tanned, and strong women of Endymion's planet. For a fleeting second the princess felt the wholly unfamiliar and unpleasant feeling of inadequacy.
"Sere," Endymion said softly, tenderly brushing her face with the back of his hand. "What is it?"
She should have known he'd read her feelings, even in the heat of the moment. "Nothing, I-," she looked at his dark skin against her pallid arm. "I know I'm different. From what you- from what is considered beautiful. On Earth."
Still looking at her with a tender expression, Endymion leaned her back against the side of the bed and - gently, slowly, and watching her closely for confirmation, he took one breast in his hand, sighing and half-shutting his eyes with aching satisfaction as he caressed the soft flesh, thumb teasing her nipple. "You're beautiful," he murmured, and she arched her body toward him, as he bent down to take her breast in his mouth, licking and teasing. He then moved to the other one, his hand caressing the one his mouth couldn't, until her soft moans were driving him just a little too close to the edge. Then he lead a trail of kisses up to her chin, hands on her waist, hot against her bare flesh.
"More beautiful than I even imagined," he murmured. Then the twisted half-smile she loved so, so much. "And I've imagined it a lot, Sere." He kissed her, warmly, sweetly, the way he'd always kissed her before. She felt his arousal hard and urgent against her, and couldn't help rubbing her body against it, the ache between her legs growing with every stroke.
"Sere," he said, and it sounded like his teeth might be gritting, "Serenity... no, sweet-," he stepped back for a moment and looked at her: at the silver strands of hair falling in front of mischievous, sparkling blue eyes, the flush in her cheeks, the pink of her parted lips... the open sash on the servant's dress she wore, revealing her creamy skin and perfect breasts. He swore he'd never seen anything more beautiful, or erotic, in his entire life. And he knew he could bring her to heights of ecstasy she'd never imagined. If only he could hold himself together, for just a little bit longer.
Serenity reached behind her to undo the laces in her undergarments, struggling a bit with the unfamiliar garment.
"Allow me," Endymion said with a smile, and she turned, facing the bed, while he quickly pulled the laces loose and freed the lace underskirt and the rest of her dress from her body. She kicked it away and he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her from behind, unable to keep his hands from her bare body for a second longer. He unlaced and pulled off his own shirt as quickly as he could while still sliding his hands over her breasts, her belly, her thighs - she leaned her naked bottom into his erection and he had to swallow a loud groan, pulling her into him for just a moment, to feel the delicious movement against him before he turned his focus back to her.
He slid his hand back up her belly and gently pressed her back against him, her silken hair and hot flesh delightful against his bare chest. Slowly, slowly, he worked his hand downward, spiraling down her stomach, toward the sensitive area between her legs. Her hips arched toward him, her hands on his, trying to push him down faster, begging... but he wouldn't be hurried.
Instead, he returned one hand to her breast, kneading gently, and drew slow circles on her upper thighs with the other hand, while one finger slowly ran across her wet folds. Then he worked his way deeper, touching her just inside, circling her clit and rocking her body with his while she mewled and writhed, his name in gasps on her lips. Dizzy with desire, Endymion tried to focus on bringing her pleasure, and not the aching need for his own release.
He stroked her, gently at first, then slightly faster, and she rocked into his hand, falling forward, hands fisting in the sheets on the bed, and he gently removed his hand from inside her, and began once again slowly drawing circles on her body with his fingers.
"Endy... don't... stop...," Her voice was ragged. He lifted her up, all limbs and arms and glorious hair, and gently placed her on the bed. Desperate for release, she tugged at the laces of his pants, struggling to free him to get him inside her but he stopped her hands with his and lifted them to his mouth.
"I told you, Serenity," he said, "I worship you. Let me worship you." And he began kissing her - her eyelids, her lips, her cheeks, her neck... gentle and delicate like the fluttering of a feather. Meanwhile, he returned his hand between her legs, stroking again, while she moaned his name, and he answered by murmuring hers between kisses. His fingers brought her once again to the edge of climax, and then-
"Endymion, don't stop," Serenity said, through grit teeth, when he stopped movement again. She pulled on his shoulders and looked at him wildly, hips bucking toward his hand.
"Shh," he said, kissing her lips.
And then he thumbed her clit in a tight circle, pressing and rubbing right there in exactly the right way building and building and oh...
Waves of release shook her body, as she fell over the beautiful edge, fireworks went off behind her eyes and she was vaguely aware of Endymion's body shaking slightly with laughter and his hand trying to cover her mouth to muffle her cries. And then it was his arms and soothing kisses and soft whispers as she came down.
"That wasn't fair," she said, pushing on him a bit. "We don't have time, you shouldn't have wasted it on-"
"On?"
"On just me." She sat up, shaking out her waves of hair, and looking nervously at the sky through the curtains.
"Sometimes the first time doesn't please women the same as men," Endymion said. "I couldn't risk not giving you that." Then: "Sere, what are y-"
She had gotten to work on unlacing his pants, pushing them from his erection. She traced one finger along the shaft, making him shudder - to her immense satisfaction. She removed his pants - not being shy about touching the skin of his thighs and legs as she did so.
Serenity looked at him, a soft smile on her lips. Her Endymion was so gorgeous - slim but muscular, toned from years of training and fighting the various battles in his turmoiled kingdom. Dark skin, bright blue eyes like the blue of his planet, black hair like the night sky. She'd wanted him since before she met him, came to Earth just to see him, and never imagined her deepest fantasies were about to become real. "Do you know," she said, gently, "I worship you, too?"
Endymion swallowed, wondering if the diminutive girl before him had any idea how much she effected him, in every possible way. His heart, his soul - and, at the moment, a significant amount of his blood flow to a certain body part - under her control like the tides under the moon. She was no servant girl. But she was no mere princess, either. She was his Serenity.
And he loved her so, so much.
He gathered her in his arms, kissing her hungrily, passionately - lost in a paradise of vanilla scented hair and silk-soft skin and her perfect little gasps and breathless giggles as he let his hands roam her body. The supple firmness of her breasts, her sensitive neck, the slick mound of soft curls between her legs, her tight little bottom... a moan tore itself from his throat, despite himself. He'd never been so hard, never needed anything so much...
Serenity was drowning. It felt like Endymion's hands were everywhere, somehow sending electric tingles down her neck, massaging her breasts, teasing between her legs, grabbing at her bottom, her thighs... his erection was sliding between her legs, rubbing against her and she was so wet and hot and aching and needy and then he moaned so loudly (too loudly) and she nearly lost it yet again.
"Endy, I need you," her voice was hoarse in his ear, gasping. "Please-"
He rolled her over so she rested on the pillow, and he hovered over her, arms on either side of her head, face flush and eyes dark, breathing harsh and heavy. "Serenity," he managed. "I love you so much."
"Just take me," she demanded through grit teeth, and he couldn't help breathing out a quick laugh, while positioning himself at her entrance.
"As you wish, Princess," he murmured in her ear. And slowly, slowly he entered her - taking care to move carefully, to keep her wet and aroused with his fingers as he moved in her, so as not to hurt her. Serenity gasped, grabbing at his shoulders.
Oh god she felt so good. So warm and wet and slick, — legs shaking, Endymion forced himself to go slow, not to thrust himself hilt-deep into her like he so wanted to. "Are you alright, my love?" he whispered. Serenity nodded, arms still grasping his shoulders, eyes squeezed shut.
"Keep going," she said. "I want you. I want all of you."
For a moment there was a strange burst of feeling within her, but it wasn't pain and it wasn't bad and then... then he started moving. "Oh," she said, letting her head fall back onto the pillow and her hands knead down his muscular back as he undulated over her. He filled her so well, felt so delicious inside her, moving through her, with her... her hands moved down further, to his bottom, grabbing it as he trust and using his rhythm to create her own. In lieu of moaning out loud, Endymion was breathlessly repeating her name like a mantra, interspersed with guttural and throaty sounds that Serenity found to her delight she could draw from him by moving her hips a certain way.
And then, OH! The pleasure was building again, like before only somehow so much better, because he was there with her - face twisting in pleasure, eyes dark and intense. The fireworks burst like before, and she bit her own fist to keep from crying out, and Endymion let her ride out her orgasm while stroking her hair and rocking with her still - the feel of her coming around him finally undoing him and he came as well, with a moan to match with her final gasp of ecstasy.
Languid kisses and gentle caresses followed, but the lovers didn't have the luxury of falling asleep in each other's arms.
It wasn't long before Endymion gently lifted a half-asleep Serenity from the bed. At her questioning gaze, he smiled. "Don't want you returning to the Head of Staff all disheveled, now do we, servant girl?"
The guest chambers had a luxurious moonstone washroom, with a basin of water heated from a fire vented below (a Mercurian invention, Serenity had told him earlier). Endymion carried Serenity there and sat her on a soft towel. Then, he took a cloth and gently began to clean her with the warm water, in slow, deliberate circles.
She shut her eyes and leaned against the wall, sighing. He washed her between the legs last, his movements so gentle as to be barely touching her. She wanted him to touch her again like he did before, when he made her writhe in pleasure, but he didn't. Just let the washcloth clean her skin, and then rinsed in the basin and set it on the floor.
Then, Serenity heard him leave and come back, and she opened her eyes to him setting her clothes next to her. She looked at them and sighed again. Endymion laughed a little. "Agreed, my love."
She looked at him and blinked. "Endy, you're...?"
"Hmm?" He followed her gaze to his growing erection, and then gave her a crooked half-smile. "Don't worry, my love. It is not the first time you've had that effect on me when nothing can be done about it, nor, I imagine, will it be the last."
"Who says nothing can be done about it?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. She ran one damp finger down his length, and he instantly felt himself grow harder.
"Don't you have to g-oohhhh-" he sank down onto his knees next to her as she began working her hands slowly along the base of his shaft.
Endymion felt his eyes roll back and his head fell back against the wall as a wave of pleasure wracked his body. Serenity's small, perfect hands continued to move along his arousal with deft movements, her fingers somehow working him in a way he'd never felt before... at his base and along his length and then she was circling his tip with her thumb and he was bucking his hips toward her and moaning her name and ...
oh god how is she so good so wonderful so perfect so sweet so so so goooooooood...
He came quickly, and intensely, and it took a few moments before he could even catch his breath. He finally opened his eyes to Serenity looking at him a bit smugly, and cleaning him up with the warm towel. He couldn't help the curl of his lips at her expression, as he asked, "Where did you learn that?"
"Scrolls from Venus," she said, primly, tossing waves of silvery hair behind her shoulder. "Not the studying Mercury would prefer I do but..."
Laughing, he sat up and caught her in his arms, kissing her nose. "Very dangerous," he murmured, kissing her neck, and behind her ear. "But I'm glad to be the subject of any of those... studies... anytime."
Because whatever that was, it practically made him want to weep. And she could do that to him any time.
Serenity giggled, putting her arms around his neck and smiling at him dazzlingly.
Then a beautiful, soothing tinkling of bells came from outside. Although it was a lovely, serene melody, it was to Endymion's ears the most horrible music he'd ever heard.
"Evening bells," Serenity said, looking miserable. It was time for her to return to her chambers, they would be checking for her soon. Dressing was a much less pleasant task than undressing had been, although with Endymion's help it went quickly, and soon she was presentable (if her hair a bit mussed), even the cloth covering her forehead was back in place.
"Are you alright to get back?" he asked.
"I know how to get about unseen," she said, with mock offense. "Please, to whom do you think are you speaking?"
"Will I see you again?"
She sobered. Then smiled. "If you're lucky." She kissed him on the lips, and winked. "The nights here are long, my lord." She slipped out the balcony doors and was gone.
It was just in time, too, because it less than a minute later there was a knock on the door. The servant girls bowed. "My lord. We're here to set out your bath things and take away your dinner dishes." The speaker blushed slightly when she noticed Endymion standing in only his breeches, but her companion looked at him with a very appreciative glance. If either of them noticed the rumbled bed sheets, and the scent of musk in the room, or that the supper dishes had not been touched, they didn't show it. "Please find fresh towels and perfumes, for your bath." She set them down as the other girl picked up the supper dishes. "We can send someone in with fresh bedding-"
"There is no need," Endymion said. "I'm very tired and just going to sleep. Please see I'm not disturbed until morning."
"As you wish," they both said, and bowed as they left.
The giggling started as soon as the door was closed. "Who dropped off the dinner? Was she the lucky one? Or was it a noble lady from last night?"
"I don't know! But I see the rumors are definitely true..."
"Ugh, if only I'd've been the one to warm his bed, I'd show him how we do it here on the moon!"
"Gibbie, you're so bad!"
Their giggles echoed off the servant's hallway, where Venus - listening in - raised an eyebrow with a half smile.
"Interesting," she said, adjusting the crescent moon on her forehead. "Very interesting indeed." With a mischievous look, she went to go find her charge. There were some details to discuss.