She'd rinsed her mouth several times of him, embarrassed. But it didn't taste bad... It tasted... silky, dangerous, manly...
Her face was still red from remembering the act he'd had her in.
And he was right.
She was aching. Something inside her... After he'd given her so much pleasure before they got to the castle. She felt her femininity twitch. She remembered his dark warning. That he would... that he would...
She shuddered, unable to imagine when he would take her. When he would break through and take her virginity. She couldn't help but wonder how he could fit inside her. She tried not to think about it in her mind's eye, the hard, erect, massive-
She turned her gaze away.
She'd been back in her room for a couple of hours now, having already explored her chambers. It was beautiful, a set of silky velvet bedsheets over a canopy bed. There was a large bookshelf on one side, a fireplace on the other. There were beautiful art made of glass decorating her chambers. She wondered who'd decorated it, what the room was used for before her arrival. Before Endymion bought her. Before she'd offer herself to Endymion for a trade.
Her eyes drifted downwards.
She missed her village. She missed her parents. She missed Benjamin.
She looked out the window.
The sun had not yet set.
Tonight...
He had said it more than once, that tonight... she blushed. Tonight he was going to break her.
The thought of him inside her - the thought of his large, muscular body over and around her.
She shuddered, willing the thought away.
She still had a couple of hours.
She was still daydreaming, her eyes out the window at the courtyard below when a knock came at the door. Her heart pounded. Was it him? It was too early.
But on the other side of the door was a servant girl.
"Lady Serenity... You have a call."
"B... Benjamin?" she whispered.
She was led to a room with a great fire, the temple looking much different than the modest one in her village. The shrine was in fact part of Endymion's castle itself, down a corridor to a different wing. She had rarely used the great fire as it consumed a great deal of magical energy. Only the elder used it to communicate with other communities or to receive instructions from the monarchy.
But here she was, by herself, in front of a great fire, feeling its warmth.
And the warmth of his voice.
Her betrothed.
It lingered with her - how Benjamin was able to access the temple. But more curiously, and perhaps ominously, why Endymion was allowing this.
Perhaps he had decided to show her some kindness?
"I don't know how much time we have," he said, urgency in his voice, "Serenity, are you all right?"
"Y... yes..." she breathed, still in shock as she knelt in front of the great fire, looking for any signs of him but knowing she would only hear his voice.
"Have they hurt you?"
Her mind flashed back to Endymion's mouth on her body, his finger inside her, his tongue.
She hesitated, clutching her beautiful translucent white gown, smoothing it over her ravished body.
"No..." she said, "And everyone else?"
"We're all okay," he said, "Your parents as well."
Tears of relief came to her eyes.
"Oh Benjamin, I'm so glad," she said, smiling for the first time since she'd been taken, "And you?"
"I..." he seemed to hesitate, "I worry about you, of course."
She turned around as she heard the soft hum of the temple doors opening. She gasped when she saw Endymion strode in, his full armor showing he'd just been on the training grounds.
He had found out that she-
"Are you all right?" Benjamin's voice said.
Still too shocked, she watched as Endymion walked towards her and knelt behind her.
"I'm..." she said, turning back to the fire, "Yes, but-"
He pulled her to sit on him, her soft translucent gown covering her soft body suddenly sitting on the hard armor between his intrusive body.
"Benjamin," she panicked and confused, "I-"
She felt his hands clutch her breasts then, molding and massaging them in his large palms. She heaved, unable to believe he was doing this to her in front of her love.
"How have they been treating you?" Benjamin's gentle voice came through the fire.
She muffled her own cry while Endymion placed one hand underneath her gown to squeeze her bare breast, his fingers beginning to pinch and manipulate the tip.
"I'm..." she lied, "I'm okay."
Endymion's mouth found her shoulder and began to suckle, biting gently on her flesh and then licking and mending the mark.
"Have they been kind?"
She gasped as Endymion's fingers traveled down her gown and roughly hitched it upwards around her waist, quickly finding her nub and teasing it with fast and dirty strokes.
She couldn't let Benjamin know what was happening. She couldn't let him know she what she was doing.
"Oh," she squeaked, "Y... yes."
Endymion seemed to be enjoying the game far too much, his hand growing rougher at her breast and his fingers more ferocious at her clit.
"I'm glad," Benjamin's voice had a hesitation to it, "Serenity, you were so brave to do what you did."
Her mouth fell open when she felt his finger leave her button to dip into her hole. She bit her lip to keep from screaming.
"You saved us," Benjamin said, "You saved me."
She was panting now, the long and dirty finger driving insane pressure inside her inexperienced body.
"I love you, Serenity."
"Benjamin," she shrieked, admitting it mindlessly, "I... love you too."
He grew rougher, angrier as he fondled her harder through her. She put a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. But then Endymion took his hand from her breast and cupped her chin, turning her to face him so that he could capture her lips brutally. His hot tongue was deep inside her mouth, exploring every crevice, invading every corner, marking her as his.
He was rubbing harder, teasing her further, more invasive, more ferocious.
"I miss you," Benjamin said.
Just as she felt two fingers enter her this time, pumping hard and fast into her until her mouth fell open.
She exploded.
She covered her own mouth to hide the loud moan, then fell forwards off his body on to the soft temple ground, panting.
She heard Endymion's dark chuckle behind her.
"Benjamin..." she said tiredly, "I'm sorry."
"It's all right," his voice came through, "Serenity, I have to ask though..."
She was breathing raggedly, tired out from her sudden orgasm.
"Now that you're in Endymion's castle, could you ask him to send aid to us?"
She was still trying to catch her breath.
"Aid?"
"Yes," Benjamin said, "So that we could use the funds to help the village the take care of your parents."
"I..." she hesitated, blinking, "I don't think that was part of the arrangement. I was hoping you could care for my family."
"I cannot," Benjamin said, "We may be betrothed but we had not wed. I wish I could help but without your contributions, I cannot take care of your family alone."
She sat up, confused, forgetting for a moment that her body was wet from Endymion's unwanted attention.
"But Benjamin."
"Endymion is powerful and rich," he said, "If he can send aid to the village through me, I will stay here. But otherwise, I must move on. I do not belong here. I'm sorry, Serenity. I wish there could be any other way."
"Benjamin," she said, still in shock, "I don't understand. We were to be wed."
"But we have not, and your family is not mine. I must make my own if we cannot have any help from you. I think this is the only way that we-"
The fire died suddenly.
She turned to Endymion, finding that his smirk was gone. Instead, he looked angry. His rested his hand back on his side, from when he had summoned the magic to kill the fire.
He looked impassively at her, the lust gone from his eyes.
"This is the type of man you had chosen to marry?"
She suddenly felt embarrassed. But she looked up at him, her crumpled used form replaced by defiance.
"Better that than someone who just wants to use my for my body."
He glared back down at her.
"I certainly intend to do that, in every sense," he said, the hint of mischief returning, but his eyes turned serious again "But I will not be sending any aid to the village through this Benjamin."
She turned her gaze down, not expecting otherwise.
"I will send two thousand rubies a month to your family - only to them. And only if they cut ties with this merchant fiance of yours."
She looked up, her mouth open.
"You will?"
"They may visit you when the time is right," he said nonchalantly, "Without this snake-like bastard you'd aligned yourself with."
She shook her head in confusion, mistrust settling in.
"Why?"
"Because you gave yourself to me to save your family. So they must be of some value and decency."
He crouched down to where she was sitting on the floor.
"And because I think it may help my chances," he said, adding darkly, "I don't want you worrying about your family when I fuck you."
She gasped.
"So this is another barter?"
He smirked.
"No. I'll make the arrangements regardless," he said.
He held his face closer to hers then.
"But if it makes you more at ease and want to submit to me..." he said, "To beg for me... To plead for me to plunder and pleasure you..."
His lips were almost touch hers.
"Then I'll gladly ravish you until you can't move or think or breathe."
Her breath hitched, a soft wanting spreading through her inexperienced body.
"See you tonight," he said as he stood up and left the temple.
He was sitting at the wine table in his bedchambers when the soft, hesitant knock came. He smirked. He knew she would come. He was ready for her.
He'd asked the servants to ask her if she wanted to see him. It was a sign of weakness unusual on his part. But he wanted her to want him. He had no intention to take her without her desire for him. He wanted their first time to be hot, lewd, depraved, but he also wanted to hear her cry out his name. He wanted her to scream and beg for him, not scream and beg to get away. He wanted her to suck him willingly. He wanted to fuck her properly and for her to want another round, and another, all night. He didn't know if she would get there, but he wanted to try.
He swung the double doors open and hid the catch in his breath.
She was magnificent. She wore a translucent gown his fashioner had made her. There was a hint of a soft lavender perfume. His eyes raked over her beautiful body - the full, perk breasts underneath the silk, the thin hips, the smallness between her legs. He imagined her flesh gripping his cock, squeezing and milking him, wanting him, opening up for him, needing him.
His cock stirred in response, growing through the dark black silk pants. He didn't try to hide it, merely smirked as she looked down too and gave a small blush.
"Are you ready, little Serenity?" he said, his voice coming up more ragged than he'd intended.
Timidly, she nodded.
His own heart speeding up, he walked past her and closed the doors, locking it with the latch.
He turned back towards her, her small body in between him and his bed, "Do you hold another man in your heart?"
She looked up at him, her eyes wondering.
"No," she said softly.
"And do you want this?"
She hesitated, and he waited, watching the confusion and hesitation play through her features until she looked at him with trust.
"Y... yes..."
His cock was hard as iron now.
Letting his lust overcome him, he released the animal within. Pushing her roughly on to the bed, he climbed on top and tore her gown straight down the middle while she cried out in surprise, exposing her beautiful body to his gaze as his hands immediately wandered through her body, needing to tease her and mark her and own her.
Then he descended upon her, ready to deflower her and make her his forever.
AN: Two more chapters to go.