CHAPTER TWO
Endymion swung his ax, a fiery blaze of fire shooting out to line the battlefield. The Moon brigade soldiers gave panicked shouts, their generals hollering out commands barely coherent over the flames as they cast shields around their bodies even as the fire swept around them.
Endymion smirked. He was going to win this battle the same way he'd won the previous four. The Moon soldiers were helpless against his ax, retreating at every stronghold. The granite grounds were lined with injured soldiers, at least those who hadn't been retrieved for healing, thinning their ranks.
He raised his ax into the air, ready to strike at the ground to split it into two, forcing the battle into victory, when something caught his eye.
A low hum.
A split of pale pink on the horizon.
His eyes narrowed.
The Moon soldiers' bows turned a warm, glowing color.
"Now!"
The opposing soldiers raised their bows, aiming into the air as a brilliant white and pink filled the sky.
"Fuck!" Endymion shouted, "Fall back!"
The arrows almost seemed to join together, creating a halo in the sky as they descended upon his army, glowing and flowing around them as the magic energies nullified their weapons, turning them heavy. His soldiers grunted, falling to the ground under the weight of the weapons. He saw them fall to the ground, as their armors too became enchanted.
"Fucking Priestess!" Endymion said, recognizing the pink as the powers that had plagued this war since the beginning.
She wasn't that powerful she could cast the spell remotely though.
She was close by.
His prize.
His future captive.
He was going to punish her in every way he could think of - and he may have the chance today.
"Fall back!" Endymion barked, letting his generals reign his soldiers in, "I'm going to find the source of this magic."
Casting an immunity spell on himself, he rode into the enemy territory.
Serenity was kneeling, panting hard. Her arms dropped, the pink auras wrapped around her fingertips dissipated into beautiful ribbons of silk and disappearing.
She didn't know how long she had.
She couldn't just stand idly while the Moon Royal Guard soldiers were being slaughtered, Endymion's infamous Battle Axe defeating them several battalions at a time.
But she was in danger. She wasn't so naive to think that he wouldn't sense her presence, that he would not come immediately after her.
She had to move. This underground cavern the Royal Guard had set up would not hold. She'd asked to be alone, to cast her magic from underneath when Endymion's soldiers would be searching every mountaintop, since Magisters were expected to cast their support spells at vantage points when they could see their targets. But she was didn't need to see. She just needed to feel. She just needed to sense.
She had done what she could. The battle tides had been turned. She had to go now. She didn't have-
She gasped, the vision hitting her head hard.
A vision of blood, strings of soldiers with Moon garbs on a red battleground. Standing in the middle, above them, was Endymion, eyes filled with battle lust. He held his axe high in the air, like he had conquered the Moon Kingdom already.
It was him. He'd sent her the taunt.
She fell forwards, on to her arms and knees, angry. It wasn't real. But she could see the flash of red. How dare he mock her?
She conjured up a ball of pink in her mind, ready to create a cage around her own mind when-
She cried out in shock.
Another image, one very different. A dark one illuminating only two figures in the middle. An impossible image.
It was her. And him.
The profile of their naked bodies.
She was completely nude, her head thrown backwards, mouth open. He his muscular body, tanned and sweaty, enveloped hers. His head was bent downwards - she gasped when she saw hat his lips were attached lewdly on her nipple. Down further, her legs were wrapped obscenely around his waist. They were joined together, her legs opened for him like she was accepting him into her body.
The worst part...
She looked flushed, like she was panting. Like she had wanted him.
She snapped out of it, eyes wide in disbelief.
How did he gain the power to project images so easily into her mind?
How dare he transmit something so lewd, so dirty.
She felt herself flush, a strange tingle at her breasts and between her legs, unable to get the image out of her mind. Conjuring a quick spell to defend her mind against the Dark General's mental assault, she blew out the candles surrounding her, more eager than ever to leave.
He chuckled, sensing the shock in her body when she must have received his gift.
Such a fool she was for underestimating him. Did he think that only the Moon Royal Guard had access to the magical arts? The Earthern Armies had magisters too. In his case, he'd forced the head magisters to imbue his himself with magic. He wouldn't rely on them. He would wield his own powerful magic. Nothing would stop him.
He knew he could slow her down if he attacked her on the mental plane.
It would buy him time to track her down, find that nymph.
He'd sensed it when she sat up her heavy fortress of defense. He knew the next attack would be trickier.
But even as he rode into the night, heading towards the underground caves when he'd sensed a powerful presence, he concentrated a part of his mind on the dark magic.
He would send her one more.
And this time it should be enough to stop her in her tracks.
She was almost out of the underground passageways. Up on the grounds, she would be able to move stealthily through the forest, using its magic to cover her tracks. But she had to make it out of the caverns. Down here she had no jurisdiction. No moonlit trees to protect and conceal her.
She was almost there.
She had to get back to her hiding place before he-
"God!" she cried out when the next image came in.
Only this time, it wasn't just an image.
It was a whole vision, with movements, with sound.
It was-
They were naked again. Only this time, they weren't in the middle of the vision but at its side. They were in some sort of bedchambers, dimly lit by moonlight. She had her back against the wall and he was moving against her. Her legs were off the ground and wrapped around his hard, naked buttocks She was gasping for air, whimpering and crying out. It was all a blur. She couldn't make out the details but she could see that he was thrusting his body powerfully into her, pinning her body fully into the wall.
'Stop!' she tried to think helplessly. But the vision continued.
She looked helpless but there was something else, her mouth slightly opened like she was caught up in a frenzy. Like she had wanted it. In the dimness of the vision, she saw him attach his lips suddenly to hers, giving her a deep and punishing kiss. His large hands were at her soft buttocks, forcing her hips down to meet his thunderous thrusts.
She was moaning lewdly into his mouth. Her arms were wrapped around his sweaty neck. She was a helpless, wanton mess, like she wanted more, like she wished he would keep violating her.
It couldn't be her. Would never be.
And yet...
She could only see the picture, couldn't feel it. What would it feel like, to be completely possessed by the animal of a man? To have her nipple sucked by him, her lips claimed by his punishing ones, her virginity destroyed by a thrust of his feral hips?
She felt the strange tingle between her legs coming back. What if it was real? What if...?
Her face flushed, she stood there idly, one hand over her mouth, unable to move.
It was only then that she heard the hoofbeats.
He'd distracted her long enough.
He was here.
He had found her.
She was his.