CHAPTER FIVE
Serenity cried out again, toes curling, her body twisting in agony and pleasure. Every attempt to escape seemed to bring the general's tongue deeper between her legs. Endymion seemed to revel in her taste, lapping up her secretions like an animal.
She was mindless - all she could feel was him. It was all so wrong, so impossibly wrong.
She'd heard of these dark arts - it wasn't in her mind or his. Somewhere between the physical and mental planes, it was as if their bodies were transported to somewhere in between planes of existence. Not a figment. Not a thought.
This was real.
She screamed out, feeling a gush of fluid escape her as he growled in satisfaction between her thighs, his thick tongue licking up every drop of the juice flowing involuntarily out of her.
When the piercing sensations of pleasure died down, she tried to regain her grasp on reality.
It came to her slowly.
There was a way out - only one she knew.
She only prayed he didn't know it, being new to the magical arts.
She didn't know if it would work. But she had to try.
"I..." she groaned, her legs flailing, "Please..."
"Please what," the man between her legs grunted, "Tell me, sweet priestess."
"M... more..." she winced as she said it.
He looked up at her then, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Please..." she whimpered again, then opened her legs slightly.
She wiggled her hips, feeling his hands leave her legs only to grasp at her soft buttocks.
"Is this what you want?" he teased.
He blew gently on her clit, while he squeezed the flesh of her hips, kneading it to fit into his palms, leaving prints with his large hands.
"Tell me," he said.
She winced, her mouth opening in uneven breaths while he blew again on her button.
"Tell me, priestess," he said, his voice now low, a warning if she didn't comply.
"Please... put your tongue in me."
She gasped as she felt his hands tighten on her buttocks, lifting her up to crush her vagina against his mouth.
She cried out, loud, piercing over the sounds of the winds as she let herself feel it.
"Good girl," he said, snarling as he fixed his mouth on to her clit, "I'll give you what you want."
She screamed, feeling his thick tongue enter her shallow canal, slurping and swirling. She let go of her inhibitions, letting herself feel all her body had to offer.
He'd buried his face fully into her secret spot now, sucking on to her clit ferociously.
She let herself feel all the pleasure he offered her, to experience the general's expert mouth.
She looked down between her cries of pleasure and let herself appreciate the devilishly handsome man, with the broad, wide shoulders, muscled chest, dark and dangerous eyes.
'Feel it, Serenity,' she convinced herself, 'Give in. It's the only way to get out.'
"How does it feel?" he growled between her legs, "I'm fucking you with my tongue, Priestess. How does it feel?"
She was cooing helplessly now, her mind wiped clean as the general's hot mouth drove her insane. She could feel it rising within her, spreading from where his mouth invaded her canal ruthlessly to her whole body. Her body began to emit a pink glow. She couldn't control it. His mouth, his teeth, his punishing lips. It was too late to turn back now.
"I..." she panicked, "I... oh I... please I-"
She felt his experienced lips clamp hard on to her clit on last time, the hard suckle sending her over the edge as her body exploded, an aura of pink shooting out of her body.
She felt herself soar, like she was headed to the heavens while her juices flowed freely from her body.
She was orgasming hard into his mouth.
But her body was flying away.
The pinkness exploded through the dreamscape.
She could barely register his frustrated growl, her soul already becoming so pink it became hard to see...
It was three nights later that she slept again. Even after the spells that she and Rei had cast to encase her mind, she was worried.
But the two full days of work and thinking - more importantly meeting with Ami the tactician - proved valuable.
It was true. There were far fewer casualties than typical for a war of this magnitude. Instead, Endymion took some of the men, leaving the rest incapacitated - stole their magic, shuffled away their weapons. It could mean one of two things. He wanted to take rather than kill, as part of a strategy to maximize the Earthen Army's likelihood of victory.
Or he wanted to minimize life lost in the war.
Even though the former seemed to align better with what she knew about him - his ruthlessness, his acting on every desire, especially on her body - the latter made more sense when Ami had made the calculations.
Could Endymion be a compassionate war general?
Did he truly leave the Moon's armies alive and only capture their key chiefs - as consistent with Ami's calculations?
She found it hard to believe. But it made her wonder.
Who was Endymion?
She knew what she had to do to turn the tide.
She knew what she had to sacrifice.
Lowering the cage around her mind, she let herself drift off to sleep.
He stared at her from across the chasm.
"You came prepared," he commended, his eyes annoyed.
They stood on two opposite mountains, a large distance between them in the dimension she had set up. She knew he would come after her as soon as her barrier was done. She was not going to let him take her body again.
"What do you want?" he snarled.
She figured that he would be upset. She knew what he wanted to do to her as soon as her mind opened up again to his invasion. She shuddered at the thought of his head buried between her helpless legs again. The winds were blowing dangerously around them, the dimension again unstable.
"I want to know what you haven't told us," she said.
He stared back at her, impassive.
"You think to reason with me?"
"Perhaps," Serenity said, "Our tactician had insights about the way you have waged this war."
He continued to look impatient.
"And what may those insights be?"
"You have captured, rather than kill, our men. At other times taken away our powers so that we become useless towards the war efforts. You're not out to kill."
"So what?"
"Why be merciful towards the enemies?" she called, "Why use such care to avoid casualties? If your goal is to take over the Moon Kingdom."
He scoffed.
"It's not about taking over the Moon Kingdom, Priestess," he said, "Your Queen has hidden so much from you. About the true threat coming for both our kingdoms. The Queen of the Moon wants to keep the magical arts to herself. She wants to let my planet burn when the time comes, buying her more time."
Serenity was confused.
"What threat?"
The only threat she knew was him.
He scoffed again.
"Your Queen has poisoned your minds against the people of Earth. You would never believe me. My only goal is to take your powers."
"That's why you want me captured?"
He chuckled at her.
"Among other reasons."
He looked lewdly down her body, tracing her curves through her white priestess gown with his lecherous eyes.
Serenity stared at him in turn, trying to detect any deceit behind those devilishly handsome eyes. Was this a trick?
"If you want to hear my side, Priestess, come to me."
It was her turn to scoff.
"You think I would willingly submit myself to you?"
There was a playfulness behind his eyes.
"Do you want to know the truth?"
She stared back, her heart pounding. It didn't add up, his way of attacking the Moon forces. In truth, the instructions from the Moon Guard was also questionable. They were always a step behind. Always trying to evade, never getting a foothold. Endymion rarely killed the Moon forces, but there were casualties nonetheless. Would understanding Enymiond's motivations reduce the lives lost? Could there be a less bloody resolution?
Would she truly consider it? Entering the lion's den?
"If you want to know everything... if you want to do what's right..." he started, "Then come to my keep. Unaccompanied."
Her mouth felt dry.
"Give your body willingly to me," he chided, eyes smoldering now, "And I'll tell you everything."
Her breath hitched.
For her kingdom. For her armies. For the truth.
"I'll consider it," she whispered it.
The Earthern General's eyes seemed to darken even more, a wicked smile covering his lips. With a smirk, he lowered his hand and the vision vanished for both of them.
Serenity felt small. There were a hundred soldiers staring at her. She had come alone. Had not even told Rei or Ami. They would never let her do this. But do this she must.
It was night time, the only sounds the resulting of the winds among the trees lining the outside of Endymion's fortress. Ominous. Dangerous.
She waited for him.
And there he was, in the flesh again. Towering, dangerous, evil. He strode towards her from the gates. In full armor. She could still remember that night he'd laid her on the ground in the forest, sampling her body, his lips fixated on her flesh. And the vision he had created for them when he forced her inexperienced body to respond to his expert, wicked lips between her legs.
She wanted to run. But it was too late now.
It was time.
"Welcome, Priestess."
His voice was low. She could almost feel his desire for her.
He stalked towards her, looming over her, staring down at her.
He turned abruptly around, his back to her.
Turning to his generals, he commanded it quietly.
"Take her up to my bedchambers."
AN: Been a little slow with the writing. Please review!