A/N: So here it is guys, the chapter you've been waiting for. I can't tell you how much I appreciate all of the feedback you all have given me. I'm doing my best to let this story grow organically so I'm writing as I go. I sincerely hope that this chapter does your expectations justice in a tasteful way. So, without further adieux: bon appetit.

Your Highness…" he said breathlessly "do with your consort as you please."

The words had hardly left his lips before she twisted her wrist around capturing his, and pinning it above his head. "In that case I told you not to touch. I can't let that go unpunished." She released his wrist but he didn't move it. She reached down and nimbly unbuttoned his shirt. Once it was pulled open she raked her nails across his skin leaving a trail of red behind them. She backed down to sit on his thighs and undid his pants. As she pulled his pants down she continued to run her nails down his skin. It didn't take her long to toss his pants and underwear away. Never breaking eye contact she took him into her mouth. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. She drew her teeth gently along his length.

"Serenity…" he breathed. He instantly regretted it as she bit him, hard. "AHHH!" She released him sitting back up.

"What did you call me?" She asked in a tone he'd never heard her use before.

"Forgive me, your highness." He panted, wincing.

"And why should I do so, consort?" His breathing was coming in short bursts.

"Never again. It won't happen again."

"Beg me. Beg me to forgive you."

"Please. Please forgive me, my queen. I beg of you."

"Very well. It had better not happen again or I won't be so forgiving." She went back down on him. When he arched into her she grabbed his hips and pressed them down into the ground. She released him again. "I did not give permission for you to move." When she spoke the last word she smacked his thigh again.

"Ah! Un… unforgivable."

"I agree. What do you think should be done about it?"

"I should be punished."

"Should you?" She sat back on her heels. One of his arms remained above his head the other at his side and his shirt fanned out under him. She rose, never breaking eye contact with him. He looked at her, eyes dark and tumultuous like the ocean during a storm. "On your knees." He slowly shifted before her and lifted himself onto his knees, his shirt still hanging from his shoulders. "Remove my underwear." He reached up and gently pulled on the lacy bit of fabric, dropping it to her ankles. She reached down and fisted his hair painfully, pulling his head back. "Pleasure me. You will not stop until I tell you. No hands." She forced his face between her legs. He complied willingly, taking in a deep breath, relishing her scent. She never released his hair, pressing him into her. He licked at her, pressing in and sucking at her clit. She ground down onto him and he used it to his advantage since he was not given permission to touch her. It didn't take long for her to come. He licked her clean and tried to back away but she held him fast. "You aren't finished. You will continue until I say you're done." He went back to her opening without protest. It took him more time and effort but she came again before she pulled him away. She leaned down and kissed him, dipping her tongue into his mouth, enjoying her own flavor. When she pulled away he looked into her eyes.

"Your majesty, my queen, may I touch? May I please touch you." Her eyes narrowed at him.

"You may. Undo my bra, you have permission to touch my breasts, nothing else." She knelt down in front of him, finally releasing his hair. He was shaking with desire and need as his hands followed the white lace around her back and undid the clasp. She allowed the bra to fall from her arms. His hands ghosted over her skin as he brought them back around to her front. Endymion's head was spinning. Never had he ever been so thoroughly engaged. He was becoming painful, feeling every single heartbeat between his legs and he was enjoying every second of it. He caressed her and ran his thumb over her nipples.

"Please? May I?"

"Yes." Leaning forward he took her breast into his mouth, running his tongue over her nipple and gently sucking on her. His other hand massaged her other breast. She reached around the back of his neck and pulled him into her. He stopped and peppered kisses across her chest, doing the same with the other side. She allowed it for a few minutes and then pulled away. When she did he let out a quiet whine. "You've had enough fun. Sit back."

"Yes, your majesty" He rested back on his heels. She climbed onto his lap and sheathed him in one swift motion. He moaned, falling back onto his hands. She rested her hands on his shoulders and began moving. She did it painfully slow. When he tried to meet her pace she stopped and dropped her full weight onto him, pushing him down onto the ground.

"Why would you think it's ok to move?" She asked him.

"I...huh… I'm sorry… I'm sorry, my queen."

"Why should I forgive you this time?"

"I have no excuse. Please, grant me mercy." She looked at him for a moment.

"I will because I'm feeling generous. Now- don't... move..." Again she set a pace that was agonizingly slow. Every inch of his body was on fire. With each stroke he drew closer to the edge.

"Please…" he begged. "Please may I touch you?" She halted, tilting her head to the side in the way that only she could.

"Yes, you may." She breathed. It was clear that she was drawing near her end as well. He reached up and rested his hands on her hips, running his thumbs across her skin. She began moving again but this time with a little more haste. The sight of her on top of him, her head rolled back and her eyes closed, was probably one of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen. Her creamy white skin shimmered with a light sheen of sweat. The way she moved, it was like the full moon pulling the ocean into high tide. As he gazed at her, enraptured, he could feel himself tighten. So close, just a little more. Her movements were smooth, never faltering in any way, sliding down onto him and moving back up, almost releasing him completely. Then it happened. She came down onto him and feeling her engulf him completely finally unraveled him. He pressed his head back into the grass pulling her hips down onto him and bucking into her. When he did he hit that sweet spot deep inside her and she came too. The force of his orgasm caused his vision to go out in spots and his hands and feet to tingle. He was lightheaded and borderline hyperventilating. The sound that came from deep in his chest was ancient and primal. She cried out too and ground down onto him with her full weight, driving him deeper. For a few moments they rocked together, riding out their orgasms almost as one being.

Endymion felt tears fall from the corners of his eyes. His brain was having a hard time processing what he'd just experienced. His mind, body, and spirit had all been engaged 100% all at the same time and set ablaze in a complete sensory overload. It was overwhelming, the range of everything that had happened all at once. He closed his eyes, tears still streaming down his cheeks as he attempted to comprehend what had just happened. He felt a hand touch the side of his face.

"Endymion? Are you okay?" Her question was only just above a whisper and slightly hoarse from crying out. He took her hand in his and kissed her palm.

"Yes."

"Why are you crying?" He looked up at her. She seemed worried, looking down on him now.

"Because, I've never experienced anything more beautiful than when we finished together just now. Not a single word exists in any language that could explain how I'm feeling." She smiled at him.

"I feel the same way." She leaned down and rested on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and they stayed there, drifting in a pleasured stupor for some time. When she began to shift, Endymion growled and tightened his grip on her. "Endymion, we're coming up on dinner. We need to head back to our room." It was then he realized where they were. When Serenity noticed the panic on his face she drew his attention back with the touch of her hand on his cheek. "Endymion, this is our private garden. Nobody will stumble upon us." He relaxed again and turned into her touch.

"Very well, back to our room it is…". Once up, Serenity picked up her undergarments and walked over to her gown. Endymion's shirt hadn't left his shoulders but he couldn't seem to find his pants. Serenity had tossed them away but where had they landed? "Hey Serenity do you know where… my pants…" something dark caught his eye in the pond. "Oh you have got to be kidding…"

"What? What's wrong?" He went to the pond and picked up his pants, underwear still inside them. They were completely saturated. "Pffffftt." Serenity dissolved into a laughing fit. "I guess you're walking back in sopping wet pants."

"Serenity, I can't walk to our room in these! I'll be dripping all the way back."

"I'm sorry my love but it's either that or you walk back half naked."

"You can't send for another pair of pants?"

"No." He looked at her annoyed. "Your queen has spoken. Consider it punishment for making me wait so long for this." With a degree of disdain he wrung out his pants, trying to get out as much water as possible. It would take some effort to get the resulting wrinkles out of them later. As he shook them out he felt hands wrap around his waist from behind. He stopped and rested his hand on her's. "I'm so sorry, Endymion."

"What? Why? I mean I'm not that upset about the pants…"

"No, not that. I should have realized sooner… how disturbed your spirit has become. I can sense it now."

"What are you talking about?"

"Endymion, you are deeply connected with your guardian planet. Being removed from it for so long… it must have been very painful."

"My guardian planet?"

"Endymion, Earth is your guardian planet just like every one of us have guardian planets. It must have been causing you great pain to be trapped at the top of the crystal palace. You need to have physical contact with the Earth on a regular basis or your spirit becomes disturbed. Haven't you noticed?"

"I guess I haven't. I've been too preoccupied with everything else."

"I will have to get permission from the judicial committee but I think it will be possible for Pluto to create a portal door from our chambers to this garden so you can come here whenever you like."

"Serenity, that's really not necessary."

"Enough. You'd better stop resisting my help, Endymion."

"Uhm… okay. Sorry."

"Stop being sorry, accept and adapt."

"Right." He put his pants on, flinching at the cold damp fabric. He walked over to her and knelt down, taking her hands in his. He looked up at her with love and adoration. He kissed her knuckles. "May I make a request?"

"Of course you can."

"Next time… would you please wear black?" She leaned over and kissed his forehead.

"Absolutely."