K, here you go folks, the main "scene" brewing in my dirty, little mind…

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She started to cry as exhaustion ate at her lungs. She had to stop. Sitting upon a tree stump, Serenity listened for any footsteps, especially loud ones.

Ripping away her veil and throwing it at her feet, she whimpered at her situation. Nothing was going right.

"Could things get any worse?"

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After a long run, Endymion slowed down and sat on the ground, his heart squeezing in fear as Maya's words came back to him. Could something happen to her?

In the distance, beyond the trees, there was a howling. Another was made, this one in a different pitch. Then another, and another. The scent of Serenity was all around them; they found her.

He ran off like his life depended on it. He would kill the beasts if they laid one claw on her.

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Serenity's eyes bulged in fear as four sets of beady eyes set on her quivering body slumped against the tree stump. Her hand fingered her dagger, knowing she'll be able to attack at least before the others got to her. Standing up feebly, she kept her eyes on one of theirs; one who seemed to be the leader of the pack. Its snowy white fleece made the others seem gray and dirty. Red-brown eyes stared her down, as if trying to break her.

Without meaning to, she turned away when a raven above her cawed.

In less than a second, it jumped up and aimed for her midsection. Dropping to the ground, she shielded her face with her hands, her dagger forgotten in her hand.

Nothing happened. A grunt then a sound of slicing echoed in her ears. Looking up, she was met with dark eyes and a frightened smile.

"You," she smiled before fainting away.

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She was being carried away in strong arms.

"I'll always protect you," someone whispered in her ear. Cracking open her eyes, she stared up at her rescuer.

"How-how did you-" she couldn't find the words to explain, couldn't believe he would save her when her heart said otherwise.

"That doesn't matter, just go back to sleep and we'll be at the cathedral by nightfall, I promise," her future husband whispered to her. (A/N Oh come on, did you really think I was going to make it that easy for Endymion? Fucker gotta prove his love, hehe)

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Endymion watched in horror as that bastard of a Duke carried away his love back to their wedding. Son of a whore!

Hitching his breathing, he ran after him, until he placed his knife under the man's throat.

"Let her go and I'll spare you," he said in an undertone, not wanting to wake her.

"Sir, do you really think the King of Madiri can scare me into giving up my future bride?" he responded in mockery.

"Because, sir, you are carrying what is rightfully mine. Her hand in marriage was given to me since her youth. I plan to grant the last wish of my parents," he said with pride in his voice, bringing the blade closer to the blonde's neck.

"Oh, you mean the parents you kill in your infancy?" he laughed, a laugh that sounded like loose gravel.

"Why you fucking-" Endymion started before he heard the man utter those two words.

"Cursed Prince," this put the enraged King in a tizzy, his heart racing at the one name he tried to dispel when his new reign began.

"Put her down now, sir or you'll find this blade distended down your throat until out you're fucking shitting out pieces of it, little by little," he threatened.

By this time, Serenity had woken up and heard everything they had spoken about. Her eyes were brimming with tears as her future husband denied her to Endymion. But the tidbit about herengagement to Endymion in her youth, that did not make sense. But now, she didn't care anymore. She affianced to another.

Looking up at him, she winked at him with a smile and stepped from his embrace.

"Serenity," they both gasped as she looked at them both and fixed her dress. It was weighing her down but she couldn't do anything about it now.

"Endymion, I want you to leave us. I'm getting married today and your distractions will not stop that," she said confidently, though she knew Endymion would not go away so willingly.

"No. I'll not leave your lands until you are by my side. I said you will be my queen and I always make on my promises," he replied, his eyes still on the Duke.

"Will you- what's your name?" she asked her to-be.

"Your Highness, my name is Victor Phillip Malcromby, Duke of Netherfield."(A/N Don't ask me why. I just finished rereading a Jane Austen book, and though I don't think it's from the book, its sounds like it is)

"Yes, Victor, will you go back to the others. I'll handle our High King here," she smiled at him and nudged him toward the path that would lead him back.

"You sure, Your Highness?"

"I'm positive, dearest. Then our wedding will commence once I'm back, okay?"

He looked at her wearily and left. He was soon gone in minutes and that's when Serenity turned to the King, her words on the tip of her tongue.

"Now, you rogue of a king, leave me and my people alone. Can't you just rejoice on the fact that you won? You have the ring, leave it at that. Why do you pursue what you cannot have?" she practically yelled at him, her face becoming flushed.

He found her sexier than before. With her reddening lips like rubies and her eyes like cornflowers, he rushed up and kissed her, her back pressed up against a tree.

"Humph, Endymion!" she pushed him off and spat out his taste from her mouth.

"That's why. You want me, I know you do," he veered at her.

"No! I don't! I'm betrothed to a man who's not you!"

She seethed for a while before gazing at him again.

"I have never held any kind of feelings for you except contempt," she grinned, waiting for the words to sting him.

"You bitch!" he snarled, rushing at her again, this time growling in her ear.

"I'll see just how much you hate me!" Lifting her legs to wrap around him and pushing away her dress, he went into her swiftly.

"No, no, no...," her voice trailed off as he thrust into her again, and again, and again. She held onto his shoulders as he built up the pressure, knowing she was close.

"Do you hate me still, Queen?" he yelled at her, kissing her mouth hard and fast.

"Y-Yes," she whimpered as her back began to hurt from all the thrusts he threw at her.

"Endymion, you're hurting me!" she screamed at him, pushing him to slow down; punching him and biting him.

"Am I, Queen? Am I really, Serenity?" he taunted as he quickened his movements. Serenity felt it coming closer and closer.

His kissed her again, her mouth, her throat, her breasts after ripping the bodice of her dress. Dressed in a silk camisole, he moved them away until two pink dots grabbed his attention.

"No," she begged, seeing the look in his eyes glowing with lust.

Her lily white skin grew tinged with a flushed color, making Endymion grow with lust than ever before.

Bending his head, he sucked at the left one; putting his hand on the other.

"Do you hate me, do you hate me!" he barked, rolling his hips and his tongue, bringing her to the edge.

"Yes!" his made even madder.

"Give up, Serenity, I know you want me," kissing the ridge between her breasts, he squeezed her thighs until she finally loosened up and moved her hips with his.

"There, there you go…," he grunted, feeling her tighten around him.

"Oh, Endymion," that was enough for him to bring them to the ground and grind into her. Pulling her arms above her, he wrecked havoc on her near-naked body. Then in a rage of hormones, he released her arms which stayed where they were but gripped the ground. Hookinghis handsunder her knees, he brought them to rest on his shoulders.

"What-?" she started to say but he silenced her with a lustful stare that spoke thousands.

Leaning forward, placing his hands on the ground right near her upper ribs, he rammed into her with such force, Serenity could feel him almost touching the door to her womb.

She started to cry. Her body shuddered as he continued on. She cried in pleasure and cried because she betrayed again, betrayed her fiancé. What would he say, marrying a whore?

"Look at me," he ordered, his voice that of a High King, the voice he used when he told everyone in the church to stay where they were; the voice of a King who ruled all but had nothing.

She had looked away as the realization had hit her but his voice made her turn her eyes to him; she wanted to turn her eyes to him.

Then, like a sudden attack, he slammed her again, his face grunting in pleasure, his body not slowing down until he reached his peak. She panted, sweat rolling down her body in thick beads and her hips were starting to hurt from the pressure Endymion was putting on them.

"Tell me you want me," he said, slipping his finger in her, rubbing her as he thrust in her.

The added point of gratification filled her. Closer and closer. Her breathe hiked up, her mouth twisting in smiles she never did before.

"Tell me!" he screamed, accelerate his rhythms.

"No! I'll never want you!" he smacked her, her eyes bringing forth fresh tears.

"Tell me!"

"I want you!" she finally said, knowing that she meant it. Her heart wanted to scream it, enough to shake the trees of their leaves and strip them of their bark.

Then she came. It was all sudden, as if her mind had been all wrapped up in Endymion's face, his words, that what he was doing slipped her mind.

He smiled and slumped forward on her, smiling before kissing her. His breath ceased to a sweet slumber, his eyes fluttering but finally stayed open when she stared at him in confusion.

"I want you, but I don't and can't marry you," she said regretfully.

He stared at her hard before grabbing her jaw in his hand and jerking her to meet his face.

"You little whore," he kissed her, his tongue brutalizing her. She squirmed but when that didn't work, she tried to bite his tongue, his bottom lip.

"Endymion, please, let me go. Just let me go," her words went beyond what she meant.

"I can't, not ever," she pushed him off her. Once again fixing her dress and her hair as if he laid naught a finger, she looked to him imploringly.

He became weak when her eyes, pleading with him to do as she wished.

She backed away, until she turned away, her dress trailing behind her, collecting twigs and leaves in its wake.

As the wind began to pick up, she turned to him and said it one last time.

"Just let me go…"

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