PLEASE READ: Hello everyone. I wanted to post a short author's note before this chapter. First, I want to say I have had the next few chapters planned long before COVID-19 took off. I debated on whether or not to rewrite them but I liked them too much. Second, I want to ask something of all of you who read this: please please please take the outbreak of COVID-19 seriously. I live in the United States and our number of confirmed cases of COVID-19 passed 100,000 today. The number of deaths here is nearly double the number recovered and I'm sure it's only going to get higher. I myself and some of my family are at risk for complications with this virus and face higher mortality rates if we were to contract it. I know it sucks having to stay home and it sucks not being able to have parties or get togethers BUT isn't it better to be board at home a little bummed over a cancelled get-together than hooked up to a respirator in a hospital bed fighting for your life? Or maybe you accidentally transmit it to a close friend or family member and they die because you just didn't want to stay away for a couple of weeks. We can all do our part to keep this virus from spiraling completely out of control by just following instructions given out by our local governments and taking ordinary health safety precautions like simply washing your hands often, sanitizing high touch items like your phone or tablet, and adhering to self-quarantine guidelines. I hope all of us will show consideration for our fellow humans so that we can make it through this with as little loss of life as possible.
Now, I will hop off of my soap box on the matter. I hope you take it to heart. I really hope you enjoy this chapter!
Crystal Tokyo was the epicenter for the global alliances that had been forged over the centuries since Neo Queen Serenity ascended to the throne. The form that the worldwide government took now was that of a global community all in voluntary subjection to Silver Millennium. Slowly over the years borders had dissolved and people had come together in peace with the blessings of the Legendary Silver Crystal to thank for their shared prosperity. Now, each continent was its own sort of "state" or "territory" with two representatives each. These representatives had direct access to Neo Queen Serenity and Crystal Tokyo. They would then delegate to more localized governmental installments within their territories.
North America's representatives were Derrick Johnson and Jessica Charles. Jessica was from what was known as the "Midwest" in days past and had a wild side. She lived on a sizable ranch and tamed wild mustang for fun. Derrick was a bit of a cranky scholar. He spent nearly every minute of his day reading or attending lectures. When summoned, the two of them nearly always clashed in some way.
South America's representatives were Margarita Cordova and Esteban Martinez. Margarita came from a stern matriarchal background and had a fierce way of looking and speaking. She was imperious and unforgiving when it came to following the law. Esteban was the oldest representative out of the 6 represented continents. He was a grandfather several times over and had a warm and inviting demeanor. He was usually the one trying to lighten the mood with a poorly timed "dad joke".
Europe was represented by a beautiful girl named Orla McGreggor. She had a strong Irish lineage and it showed. She had fiery red hair, emerald green eyes, and skin that made porcelain crack in jealousy. She was a kind person with a bright, but not overbearing personality. Fredrick VanHausen, the second European representative, was a middle-aged man. He was nice but reserved and so he came off as unapproachable. His thin lanky figure and sharp blue eyes didn't help anyone feel any better about speaking with him.
Africa was represented by a set of cousins, Akinyi and Akua Fengua. While they were indeed cousins they could have been twins. They both had beautiful complexions and both stood around six feet tall. Their most striking shared feature, however, was their eyes. Both Akinyi and Akua had extremely pale blue eyes. The two certainly made a fearcesom pair.
A young man with sandy brown hair and dark eyes was the first representative for Australia. His name was Frederick Thompson and he was a gentle giant of a man at 6'4". He was boisterous in his speech but gentle in his actions. Rachel Smith was a sort of "girl next door" type. She had auburn hair and hazel eyes. She always seemed rather thoughtful and quiet.
Asia was represented by a tiny slip of a woman, Fai Dong, and a portly man, Daquan Da. Fai was a motherly type, short and slight, but with a raging fire for a personality. Daquan was always a little confused but mostly nice. They were so completely opposite that it was hard to picture that they represented the same continent.
It was these representatives who made up the judicial committee behind Queen's Consort Endymion's legal case and they now all sat around a massive table on the ground floor of the crystal palace.
Serenity stood in front of her chair at the meeting table. All 8 sailor guardians lined the wall behind Serenity's chair. "I would like to call this meeting to order now that all of us are present." Serenity said clearly. The small whispers and side conversations died away as everyone looked to the Queen. "As you all are well aware, Endymion was not able to remain conscious for this last public lashing. We are gathered here to formally determine the next course of action."
"We know the next course of action." Akinyi said, sounding perturbed.
"Another month will be added to his isolation and an additional public flogging." Akua continued, crossing his arms.
"We still have to make it official." Jessica said, chiding the cousins. "I know it's y'all's first judicial case but surely you know how these things need to be carried out. This is politics 101 young'ins…"
"We know that, obviously. You need to learn to speak prop-" Serenity banged her staff on the floor, cutting Akua short.
"I will not tolerate insults in this palace and especially not during an official meeting. You will be respectful or I will have you escorted from this room." Akua huffed and slumped back in his chair. "Now, back to the matter at hand. Yes, we all know the terms but we are here to finalize it." Serenity took her seat. "So do any of you have questions or concerns about the matter?" She watched as everyone looked around at each other but no one spoke up. "Very well. An additional 30 days will be added onto the end of Endymion's current sentence to begin with a 13th public lashing. Do any of you have anything else you need to address with me?"
"Your majesty, I do have a concern." Fredrick, the European representative said, leaning forward onto the table.
"Please speak."
"It seems that an unknown form of pneumonia has surfaced in the Northern areas of Europe. It appears to be a viral form and it mutates rapidly. I would like to request assistance in order to research this virus to hopefully develop a vaccine. We also need some practical assistance like additional doctors and medical equipment to treat the presented cases."
"This is a serious matter. Have there been any fatalities?" Serenity asked, concerned. In the centuries since she took the throne the Silver Crystal had blessed humanity with mostly good health. However, while most diseases had been suppressed by its power, there were some rare and aggressive pathogens that could not be completely controlled.
"So far no. We've been able to treat infected ones well enough to keep them alive but we have yet to cure them. In addition their immune systems are severely compromised. We have a few that have contracted other less severe infections and nearly died."
"This is indeed a grave situation." Serenity agreed. "I would like to motion to isolate the known affected area until we can learn more about this and possibly come up with a treatment."
"I will second the motion." Rachel answered.
"Very well. Fredrick, please would you remain here for a couple of days so we can work out the logistics on providing resources to the affected area. Orla, I would like you to remain behind as well."
"Of course your majesty." They answered in unison.
"Are there any other concerns?" The room remained silent. "Very well. This meeting is adjourned." All of the representatives except Orla and Fredrick filed out of the room. "Fredrick, how many cases have been reported thus far?"
"207 confirmed cases, your highness."
"Mercury?" Serenity turned to her guardians who still stood silent along the back wall.
"Your majesty." Mercury stepped forward.
"Would you please join us as we discuss this matter?"
"As you wish, your highness." Mercury answered, bowing.
"Thank you." Serenity looked to the remaining guardians. "You are dismissed. Thank you all." They bowed and left the room as well. "Now, Orla, what are your thoughts on the radius of the quarantine? I know that you have a good working knowledge of the area, yes?"
"Aye, yer highness…". The four of them spent the next several hours working out a battle plan to deal with this new illness. Hopefully they'd set an appropriate quarantine area and had got to it soon enough.
"What is going on?" Serenity asked under her breath as she drifted through the halls of the palace. "War threats, tropical storms in the South Pacific, and now this… Are they related? Are they coincidental?" She simply walked the halls aimlessly trying to work through everything in her head until giving up with a sigh. "I should return to our quarters…". And that's just what she did.
He'd thought all day about how he would ask her for what he wanted. She had been the one to initiate their first time. It was still new and awkward so he had to consider his actions carefully. He opted to dress in just his pajama pants, leaving everything else off. It was already after dinner and she would surely be back soon. He stood looking out across the balcony when he heard the door open and close again. He glanced over his shoulder at his wife. She looked back, curious. Taking a deep breath he walked over to her. She watched his every move as he approached, her gaze holding a question. When he reached her he took her hand and brought it to his lips. He looked into her eyes and, without releasing her hand, he lowered himself to his knees before her. "Good evening, your majesty. I pray your day went well."
"It did… and your's?"
"I can say my day was a blessed one now that I am in your presence again."
"Oh." Serenity uttered it more out of surprise than as a statement.
"Is my queen displeased with my words?" She looked at him for a moment, searching his face. He relaxed under her gaze. He could trust her completely with this side of himself and so finally he could feel the last of his hesitation slip from his heart. He was still looking into her eyes when he saw something twinkle at him from deep in her gaze. "Your majesty?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Are you asking something of your queen, consort?" Her use of his title turned him on anew. It would seem that he also had his answer.
"I would never presume to ask anything of my queen."
"Is that so? Then what is it exactly that you are doing?"
"I…" He took a deep breath in and exhaled his tension. "I would… beg you, your majesty." They were silent for a moment. He was beginning to worry that he'd said something wrong. She pulled her hand from his grasp and stood up tall before him.
"Very well, then beg me, Queen's Consort Endymion." His breathing was becoming heavy and he could feel his ears burning. He leaned back, resting on his heels. Bowing his head he spoke again.
"Please, your highness. Please would you condescend to have your consort pleasure you this evening? Please, your majesty, please will you have me tonight?" She did not answer right away. He remained still with his head bowed. After a moment or two she leaned over, her cheek nearly brushing his.
"It seems that I will need to teach you how to beg." Each word was spoken deliberately and was saturated with desire. "I am displeased with your current efforts." She stood again and began moving towards her dressing room. "I am going to get comfortable. You should stay where you are and think about what begging actually looks like. When I return you can beg me properly to grant your request." He heard the door off her dressing room click shut. She was certainly invested in this. His excitement was building and he was having some difficulty controlling his breathing. So he came to a question: what is his wife's definition of begging? Another question: did he want to succeed? It may be more fun to be disciplined for a poorly done job than praised for doing well. He felt a chill run through his body when the word 'disciplined' went through his head. Oooooh yes. The dressing room door opened again behind him. He didn't turn his head, opting to wait for her to circle around him. He could tell she was wearing heels from the sharp "clack clack clack" on the floor as she approached him slowly. His heart thundered excitedly with each of her steps. When she re-entered his field of vision he nearly lost his mind. She wore only a black miniskirt with a black silk corset - no underwear to speak of. Her black heels clicked against the floor with each step.. "Now…" she began, "have you considered what begging should actually look like?" The horse crop in her hand caught his eye as she came to stand before him again.
"Yes, your majesty."
"Well then, lets see a demonstration, Endymion." He was already on his knees but he tucked his feet back so he rested lower than before. He bowed forward onto the palms of his hands and lowered his head.
"Please, Sereni- AH!" The crop made a sharp crack when it came into contact with his thigh.
"What did you call me?" She asked sternly.
"I called you by your name, highness." He breathed. She circled him.
"Did I give you permission to use my name, consort?"
"N-no, your highness."
"Try again…." She'd walked around behind him now. He lowered his head closer to the floor.
"Please will you have me?" He asked. He wanted- no he needed- to be disciplined. The crop came into contact with his other thigh. "AH hhaa"
"Not good enough. Again."
"Please, your highness, may I pleasure you tonight?" This last plea sounded half-hearted at best. What he was really saying was 'please, spank me again'. This time she did not strike him. He sat still, his head bowed, waiting for an answer. He was almost getting worried that she'd decided to stop when she spoke again. She'd bent over behind him to speak next to his ear.
"I know the game you're playing, consort, and I will not play it. You will beg me on my terms." What was that supposed to mean? She circled around in front of him again. She reached out with the crop, running it under his chin and forcing him to look up at her. "You will beg me for what you want and you will mean it… ". Grabbing the back of his head by his hair she forced his lips to hers, devouring him in a heated kiss. What had he got himself into? His heart was thundering in his chest. When she finally released him he was slightly light headed. "Get up." She released his hair and allowed him to stand before her. Even with her heels on and his feet bare he stood a good 2 inches taller than she was. "Hands." What was she planning? He stretched out his hands before him. He watched her lustfully as she placed the crop between her teeth and went to fish something from her cleavage. After a moment she pulled a length of silk free from between her breasts. Faster than he could register what she was doing, she'd tied his wrists together with it. She then used the ends of the silk to pull him over to the corner of the bed. "On your knees." She positioned him with his back to the bedpost and tied his hands above his head. "Now…" she kicked her heels off, "to the matter at hand." She knelt before him and once again fisting his hair devoured his lips, nipping at them and thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He kissed back fervently but he was getting frustrated not being able to use his hands. After a moment or two he growled and strained against the silk that held him to the bedpost. Serenity drew back, finally releasing him from her gluttonous kiss. As he panted he tugged on his restraints again. Serenity chuckled. "You don't seem to know how not to use your hands, pet. Maybe tying them up will help to train you better."
"Majesty?"
"Don't worry, my love. I'll let you go… eventually." She then began an assault on his neck. She left large open-mouthed kisses along the arch of his neck, sucking on the sensitive skin below his ear. Her hands had run down his sides and tucked themselves into the hem of his pajama pants. Her thumbs were gently rubbing his hip bones beneath the fabric. His adrenaline was pumping and his pants became uncomfortably tight. Her hands, still under his pants, made their way to his ass where they stopped to massage the muscles there. Again he strained against the bedpost. Serenity didn't stop or say anything this time, she just moved to the other side of his neck to lay another barrage of kisses and hickies along the skin there. He was already vibrating with desire and he was becoming painful between his legs. As he squirmed Serenity finally pulled away to look into his face. Never breaking eye contact, she removed her hands from his pants, hooked her thumbs in the hem and pulled. He adjusted as she slowly removed his pants so that they came off relatively easily. Before long he was completely bare, still on his knees and still tied to the bedpost. Her hands went to his knees, running along the inside of his thighs until they reached his balls.
"Hhaa- Haa- High..ness…". She ignored him and gently massaged him with one hand. Her other hand went and tangled in his hair, forcing him into another needy kiss. Her hand felt so very good against his family jewels. He felt himself just barely inch towards his end when her hand left him. He whimpered pathetically into their kiss. She pulled away from him, her lips swollen just like he was sure his lips were.
"What's the matter, Endymion?" She purred. She straddled his right leg, pressing her left knee into the apex of his legs. "Is there something you want?" She ground herself down onto his leg. He could feel how wet she was, how ready. With a devilish glimmer in her eye, Serenity slipped one of her hands between her own legs and began pleasuring herself. Her other hand went to his member and ghosted over the sensitive flesh. She lightly stroked him, just barely touching, as she worked herself to an orgasm. She came on his leg, crying out softly into the dark room. Her hand never stopped moving along him but her touch was so light that it merely teased and gave no satisfaction, only frustration. He could now feel every beat of his heart between his legs. He was becoming painful and swollen. He whimpered again when she moved off of his leg, leaving a wet spot that turned cold against the air in the room.
"Your highness…" he panted.
"Yes?"
"Please… please…."
"Still not good enough." She chided. She caught his gaze and narrowed her eyes. Never breaking eye contact she went down on him. She ran her teeth gently up and down his length. She still wasn't giving any sort of satisfaction to him, she was just building his frustration and need.
"Your majesty please! Please my dearest queen, please let me finish. Please use me to pleasure yourself. Please… I'm begging please end my torture."
"Now that is how one begs." She said from between his legs. "I will do as you ask." She took his whole length into her mouth one more time, sucking lightly and drawing her teeth along before sitting back up.
"Thank you… thank you, your highness." He panted. She pulled away and discarded her corset and skirt. Without a word she straddled him and in one smooth motion took him in completely. He allowed his head to roll back, thumping lightly against the bedpost. "Oh my sweet goddess."
"Oooooooh". She took a moment to grind down onto him, driving him as deep as she could. A moment later she lifted herself almost completely off of him and then came back down. She soon set a slow but steady pace, coming off of him almost completely and then driving back down on him, grinding against him. Each stoke brought him a step closer to his release. She pressed herself against his chest as she moved, drawing her breasts against his skin. He felt her pace change as she drew close to her climax. He was so close, so very close. The feeling of her breasts pressed against him and her quickened pace finally brought him to the edge. With a deep groan he felt himself tighten and he thrust up into her with all of his strength. When he went rigid and hit that spot deep inside her she came too. With cries of pleasure they rode out their orgasms together pressing against each other feverishly until the pleasure ebbed and left behind a fog of satisfaction. They sat panting for a moment until Serenity pulled away. She reached up and cupped his face in both hands, drawing him into a gentle kiss. "That was beautiful." She said when she pulled away.
"It most certainly was."
