He touched her face gingerly, a warm caress.

She blushed.

"You're so beautiful, Serenity."

They stood underneath a gorgeous tree, the field expansive around them.

"Benjamin," she sighed.

"I'm sorry for being so forward," he said, "But... we will be wed in three moon cycles..."

She looked up at his handsome face as he'd turned away from her, embarrassed.

"I am lucky my parents chose you," she said, then felt her face grown brighter as she averted her gaze, "I mean..."

"Me too," he exclaimed reassuringly.

They laughed lightly.

Turning towards the meadows before them, they looked silently outwards towards the sun-kissed grasslands at the outskirts of their home.

She felt safe.


Her eyes fluttered open.

And she slowly remembered where she was. She remembered the night before, when it was dark outside. Endymion. His manhood in her mouth, his tongue buried deep inside her. Her face grew red. Some time after she'd lost consciousness, Endymion's servants had dressed her and put her in one of the carriages. It was a small but comfortable space.

They were on the road again, headed back to Endymion's castle. She could feel the gentle jolts of the roadways. Endymion traveled with six carriages, his in front.

She was truly leaving her family. Benjamin.

She pulled the curtains to the small window of the wooden cart apart to see that it was afternoon now. They were moving past grassfields, the same in her dream.

Curious, she pushed the wooden door to her carriage apart.

There were some gasps and murmurs. She quickly ducked back inside, not wanting to draw attention to herself. She didn't know what the others thoughts of her. But given everything she'd been threw, she didn't much care.

She sat back on her seat in the carriage, eager to fall asleep and dream of simpler times again.

But a minute later, her door was pushed abruptly open.

And he ducked his head to join her in the small space, the carriage suddenly feeling very small.

He was smirking as he sat opposite her, his knees bumping against hers because of his large frame.

"You slept for several hours..." he chuckled, "Did I tire you out?"

She blushed, flashes of the previous night in the tent coming back to her."

"I asked my lieutenant to drive for a while," he said, "So that I can keep you company."

Her mouth felt dry. She was starting to understand what he meant.

"Endymion..."

Abruptly, he grabbed her body and placed her gently on his lap, his much larger frame enveloping hers.

"Sweet Serenity," he murmured, his lips finding the crane of her neck to suck.

She gasped when he hitched her gown up immediately and his hand dipped inside.

"Ah-" she gasped, "I-"

"Serenity," he chuckled, his other hand immediately coming past her flat belly to her breast and capture a nipple between his index and thumb finger, "Everyone can hear you."

She panicked, trying to soften her moans of pleasure.

"Don't embarrass yourself," he drawled, his fingers now feverishly teasing her clit, rolling and fondling her bundle of nerves. At her breast, his hand mauled her roughly, fitting her flesh into his roughed palm.

"Endymion," she whispered, "Please..."

His hands working their rough magic on her, he finally offered her some reprieve.

He put his firm and hungry lips on hers for the first time.

She moaned into his mouth, her body reacting to the intimate act of a kiss for the first time.

She had only received a chaste kiss, a bumping of lips with Benjamin when he had proposed to her.

But now...

Endymion's tongue dove past her lips, hungrily chasing hers as he explored every crevice of her mouth. It was his kindness to her to let her scream into his mouth, to muffle the sounds of her panic.

The hands at her breast and vagina were becoming brutal, as if he needed to prove to her she needed him. He continued his passionate and hungry kiss, claiming her lips and her body at the same time. She felt his saliva drip down her chin as he marked her.

His hand had switched breast now, teasing the other expertly, turning that nipple hard like a pebble as well. Meanwhile, he had stopped teasing her clit and instead was thrusting his fingers into her channel, stopping only when they met resistance.

But what he made up for speed what he couldn't for depth because of her virginity. He was pummeling into her, ruthless, fervent, mad.

"Endy... mi..." she groaned helplessly, her vagina lit up on fire by the rapid thrusting of his thick fingers, "on... I... I... Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

She couldn't help it, her climax tearing through her like gunfire, her scream unable to be contained despite his forcefully gluing his lips to her.

He chuckled, satisfied that he had pleased her so much she could not keep her modesty.

She was panting, her body hot as she came down from or orgasm.

"Soon..." he teased, "This will be yours."

He gently but firmly pushed her insides against the dangerous bulge between his legs.

"I can't wait to break you," he said seductively, his tongue now inside her ear, licking and nipping.

She could barely hear him, still calming down from her ruthless climax.

"When we get to my castle and my bedchambers," he promised, "I'm going to show you what it really means to be fucked by me."

She finally took a panicked gasp at his harsh words.

With a final kiss on her lips as if he were a gentleman, he smoothed her gown over her wet legs, released her breast, and left her carriage.

Anxious, she let her mind return to her body, staring out the window as the sun set around them.

Soon, she would be fully and irreversibly his.

She felt her femininity twitch at the thought.

Was she ready?