AN: I've been so excited to release my first fic and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'd love to hear your feedback. A good friend of mine proofread and gave me some stellar notes, so I hope I made her proud!
CONTENT WARNING: This is not a rape story, but it does contain kidnapping and BDSM. I understand this will not be for everyone, so please read at your own discretion. This story is kink driven, but I did my best to make it tasteful and portray BDSM in a healthy way.
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Serenity could see nothing but darkness. She couldn't move, couldn't even speak. When she had snuck away from the Moon Palace to visit Earth for the first time, this was not what she'd expected.
She had heard of the dark Prince of Earth, Endymion, living in isolation, his royal duties all but abandoned. By some cruel twist of fate, she had landed on his exact property, and was now his prisoner. He seemed to have recognized her immediately. All it took was a few seductive words and a smirk, and suddenly she was his captive, being led roughly by her neck into his remote castle, despite her pleading.
Not a moment after he pushed her through the door, a black silk cloth was thrown over her eyes and tied tightly around her head. She yelped as Endymion's rough hands shackled her wrists in front of her, but rather than iron, the clasps were lighter and leathery.
"Turn around," his husky voice commanded, and having no choice, Serenity complied, turning away from his voice. Another thick, silky material slipped into her mouth and was tied around, the shocked gasp never able to leave her throat as he gagged her. Her feet were swept out from under her as he bent down and slung her over his muscular shoulder. She tried in vain to reason with this horrible man, begging him to stop, but all that came out were garbled, muffled whimpers.
Serenity had no way of knowing how long he'd been carrying her, but before too long, she was on her feet again, her arms yanked sharply overhead. She could hear the clink of her chains as they were looped onto something…a bar, a hook? Whatever it was, she was helpless against it, her useless hands suspended above her.
Was this the custom punishment for trespassers on Earth? To be thrown into the dungeons with no chance to explain one's self? Or maybe this dark Prince saw an opportunity in the Princess. If he did know who Serenity was, he was no doubt holding her for ransom, perhaps using her as a bargaining chip. How could she have been so careless?
As she stood powerless, bound, gagged, and blindfolded at Endymion's mercy, these thoughts permeated her mind. And while she couldn't see the dark Prince, she could still hear him. His movements were calm now, slow. He was rummaging around, slipping off his boots, taking his time. And he was silent, which terrified her all the more. The Princess's heart pounded in her ears and she ceased breathing when she heard his footsteps making their way towards her.
Serenity couldn't help the sharp hitch of breath when she felt his hands on the back of her head, untying her blindfold. She blinked rapidly as her vision returned, getting her bearings and taking in her surroundings. The dungeon was…homier than she expected. It wasn't a large space, but there was a desk strewn with papers, a well-stocked bookshelf, a loveseat for two…
And a large bed.
She wasn't in the dungeon. This was a bedchamber. His private bedchamber. All at once, her predicament had become the worst-case scenario.
He had no intention of giving her back.
Panic set in, and her breath quickened as his frustratingly handsome face blocked her view of this horrible place she'd been taken. His dark, midnight blue eyes bore into hers as he rolled up the sleeves of his black shirt, and his hand came to her face. Not to strike her, as she'd anticipated, but to graze his fingertips along her cheek with a barely-there touch. His voice, velvety and dangerous, sent an electric shiver up her spine and down to her toes.
"Just what am I going to do with you, Princess?"
Serenity tried to stand firm, to not give away her raging pulse, to not look so helpless, but judging by his amused look, her doe eyes were betraying her. His face twisted into an arrogant smirk.
"Your eyes are begging me to release you," he spoke slowly, delicately brushing a lock of hair away from her eyes, "but trust me, Princess, by the time I am finished with you," his voice barely a whisper, his warm breath tickling her ear, "you will be begging me for more."
Endymion stifled a laugh when the Princess shut her eyes tight, as if she could magically will him away. Oh, he had recognized her alright, despite how she had concealed the moon symbol on her forehead. He had longed to touch her for ages, having met her several years prior at a masquerade ball he had crashed at the Moon Palace. She hadn't known his identity, of course, and he had even stolen a dance with her. They were teenagers then, but he was a man now, a man with something to prove, and she was all woman.
And she was all his.
The fingers that had tickled her face reached to hover over her bonds, and for a brief moment, Serenity believed her might free her. She wasn't sure if things would get better or worse for her if he did. His hand rested on her leather cuffs, fingers teasing her palm, while the other kept steady on her waist.
'Don't react. Don't give him anything to respond to,' Serenity repeated over and over in her head, quickly losing her inner battle as his slow fingers grazed down her arm, leaving
goosebumps in their wake. Down, down, down he trailed, never breaking contact down her cheek, neck, collarbone, to the side of her ribcage, barely evading her breast.
The Prince was thoroughly enjoying the effect he had over the Princess, watching as she fought not to breathe too fast. But he could feel her racing pulse under his fingertips. This was a delicious thrill for them both, and he was determined to take his time with her. She may be frightened now, but he would certainly remedy that, even if he liked her a bit afraid.
He would ruin all other men for her, of that he could promise.
His taunting fingers slid atop the bodice of her shimmering, silver, floor-length dress. The way the fabric perfectly hugged her curves…she was a goddess, a deity before his eyes. It was a shame, he thought, to destroy something that complemented her figure so magnificently.
Unfortunately for the dress, Endymion had never been one to dwell on semantics.
A satisfying rip pierced the air as he tore the bodice down the middle with his calloused hands, only to be briefly disappointed at finding the slip she wore underneath, blocking his treasured view. A devilish smirk came to his lips. "Clever girl." She was making him work for it, which would make the reveal that much sweeter.
Slowly, torturously unbuttoning his shirt, he took a moment to admire his captive fully. Serenity's balled fists suspended in the air by leather cuffs. Her torn dress yet to expose her heaving breast, rising and falling as she attempted to catch her breath. The black silk gag between her teeth, those sultry, pink lips parted around it. The black against her milky white skin alone was nearly enough to undo him on the spot.
And those eyes. Sapphire blue, unlike any he'd ever seen. Wide, pleading, and another emotion he wasn't sure of. Anticipation? That was it. She hadn't a clue what he had in store for her— perfection.
The Prince cradled the back of her head in his hand, lips returning to her ear, tickling her flesh. Serenity tried not to give away her sharp intake of breath, but he had her. He tilted her head to the side and trailed weightless kisses down the length of her neck, stopping at the junction of her shoulder.
Without warning, his fingers took a death grip on the nape of her neck, lurching her forward, his teeth sinking into the flesh between neck and shoulder. Serenity cried out in shock and pain, muffled by her gag, as she felt him lick over the bite and smirk against her skin.
He took a moment to admire the new love bite, satisfied at marking her. One hand still firmly gripped behind her neck, the other slid down to tease her nipple through the satin fabric of her slip.
"Princess," He murmured, "I've always known you were beautiful," his rough hand squeezed her breast, eliciting a muffled gasp. "But having you tied up before me is enough to make angels weep." The Prince placed a teasing kiss on her forehead while she shuddered against him. "There
is just one part of you I would like to untie." He released her breast and neck to undo one of her buns, then the other, watching the golden waterfall of hair cascade down and envelop her body, free of the traditional Moon Kingdom style.
Endymion grabbed a fistful of her hair and inhaled her fresh, lavender scent. His eyes grew dark, and he very nearly lost himself. Gods, he was dying to kiss her, but enjoyed the sight of her helpless before him far too much. How rare an opportunity, to have the Moon Princess fully submitting to him. No, she would stay this way as long as he could control himself.
Breathing her in, he angled her face upwards and lowered his lips to her gagged mouth. Serenity held her breath as he placed a gentle kiss on her lower lip before nipping it with his teeth. All she could do was whimper in protest. Their eyes met for just a moment and he gave her a knowing smirk.
At that moment, Serenity knew she was done for. He was going to ravish her, and by the time anyone could save her, it would be far too late.
His fingertips danced along the hollow of her throat and glided atop her breasts. Without warning, one hand joined the other, clutching the top of her slip, and tore it completely in half. Serenity squealed as the air hit her now exposed chest.
Wasting no time, Endymion squeezed one perfect breast while flicking the other nipple with the tip of his tongue. He could hear Serenity trying to suppress her moans as he teased her, much to his pleasure. He sucked her hardening bud, grazing the tip with his teeth, then moved to the other, giving worship to each one.
He could have spent an entire hour worshipping her breasts alone had it not been for their height difference. Considering he was a good head taller than the Princess, his neck was beginning to ache being bent over at her chest. He lowered himself to his knees, kissing down her torso as he went, reaching the cinched waistline of her dress where the rip ended. The temptation to destroy the rest of the garment with his teeth was powerful, and he grinned at the thought. But as much as Endymion wanted a fully naked and shackled Moon Princess before him, this would be a slow game.
He snaked a hand around her ankle, caressing her calf and creeping up the back of her thigh. At her sharp intake of breath, he gave her a smirk, lowering the hand back toward her knee, never breaking contact with the smooth, creamy skin of her leg. His opposite hand came to rest at her hip as he slid upwards again, teasing her inner thigh, reaching her most forbidden spot. She tensed, but he could feel her wet heat through the undergarment.
"Have you been waiting for me, Princess? To touch you here?" A small moan escaped her against her will as his fingers caressed, barely applying pressure, through the fabric. She then heard a low, throaty chuckle as he lifted her skirt and disappeared beneath it.
His hands squeezed her ass as he delicately licked her through the fabric. Although she attempted to back away from him, Serenity's body was betraying her. Through the layer of her dress, he
heard her sharp breathing. He continued to tease her through the thin layer of cloth between them, getting that small taste of her.
He withdrew from underneath her dress and growled in smug satisfaction when she whimpered in protest at the loss of contact. The glare he received in return could have crumpled an empire, but he was too focused to care. Shimmering, silver fabric bunched in his hands, and with one generous tug, the gown was no more. It tore from the bottom all the way up to the cinched waist, which flew apart with his force. All that remained of the offending dress was the straps of sleeve hanging from her shoulders, the rest falling slack around her form.
Her undergarments were easy enough to discard, his rough hands mercilessly tugging them down her legs and tossed aside. Wasting no time, he took one of her endless legs and hiked it over his shoulder. Serenity wobbled slightly and he heard her gasp and try to object, though her gag muffled any plea she might have had.
"Shh, I've got you," he cooed, the tip of his tongue licking a slow, gentle line up her pussy, making her all but scream through the silk, "I'll be taking good care of you tonight."
Endymion continued his slow teasing, purposely licking around her pearl, torturing her, building her up. Finally, the tip of his tongue swirled at her clit, and the Princess released a low, throaty moan. Her muffled voice, combined with her taste, turned him on more than he ever anticipated and made his pants notably tighter. Her liquid was candy, a sweet, forbidden wine, and he would consume every last drop.
One hand remained firmly planted on her thigh over his shoulder, while the other released its hold on her ass and joined him at her core. A long finger circled her dripping entrance for a moment before slipping in with ease, feeling her, and a second finger joined soon after.
The Princess tugged on the leather bonds as her body undulated against her will. She'd never known such pleasure or pain. This evil Prince was defiling her, using— no, — worshipping her body while keeping her bound, gagged, and helpless, entirely at his will and mercy. She could not, would not, give him the satisfaction of giving her pleasure. But as his fingers pumped into her, and his tongue massaged that perfect spot, she truly knew torture.
The Prince knew she was close. He had wanted the first orgasm he gave her to be a longer, slower build, but he was fast losing control. When he curled his fingers inside her, he felt her tighten around him. Endymion continued his ministrations until her hips bucked against him and she screamed through her silk gag, drenching his fingers with the finest, rarest nectar. When she stilled, he removed his fingers and took them in his mouth, savoring her gift to him, satisfied with the first of many orgasms he had planned for her.
Endymion rose to his feet while Serenity panted for breath. One hand snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against him, his naked chest scorching hers, while the other took her face delicately in his hand.
"Good girl," he purred, his velvety voice a whisper of pure dominance. His tongue, still tasting of her, licked slowly, possessively up her cheek, and she trembled against him. The hand at her waist rose to meet her bound wrists. "Do you want more, Princess?"
Before she could even attempt to react, he had unhooked the leather bonds from overhead and slung her over his shoulder once more. She grasped at his back for support, having her equilibrium thrown completely from being suspended upright to suddenly upside down.
Then she was flung onto his bed. Endymion growled as her breasts bounced with the impact. Before the Princess could even get her bearings or try to free herself, he was on top of her, forcing her wrists above her head once again. He swiftly uncuffed one clasp, hooking it around the bed frame and cuffed it to her again before she could even raise a hand.
The Prince lowered himself to his elbows, further caging her on the bed. He laid a soft kiss on one of her eyes, then the other. His lips hovered over hers, craving the taste of her tongue on his. He nearly gave in when her breath hitched in anticipation. But he bit his lip and groaned. No, he wouldn't kiss her yet, but he would undoubtedly tend to the rest of her.
The sleeves of Serenity's dress still clung to her shoulders, with the remaining fabric trapped beneath her, framing her naked form like the wings of an angel. She was truly a sight to behold. Endymion silently thanked the gods for her as he brushed his thumb along her bottom lip.
"So beautiful," he breathed into the flesh just below her ear, "so perfect." And then his mouth was everywhere, leaving goosebumps, saliva, and teethmarks in its wake. Her collarbone, ribcage, ankles, inner thighs, hips; no patch of skin left unkissed, now that he could worship her body fully. Every brush of his lips, each nip of his teeth elicited a verbal reaction from his Princess. Endymion savored each sharp breath, cherished the reluctant moan when his tongue swirled over her nipple, devoured each feminine pant when his hands would brush past her slick heat, not yet giving her what she clearly craved. He puffed with male pride when her body started unconsciously moving with his, when her breasts and hips would rise to meet his touch. He had her nearly to the point of begging, and he knew it. It was exactly where he wanted her.
It was the reason he chose that moment to pull away from her powerless form. He chuckled darkly when she attempted to follow him but was immediately yanked back down by her bonds. A muffled, frustrated growl escaped her throat as he left the bed completely, standing before her. Endymion kept his dark eyes on her deep blues while he pushed his shirt from his shoulders, letting it float down to the floor. His belt came next, and for a brief moment, he saw a flash of fear in her eyes when he removed it. He toyed with it for a moment, keeping his eyes locked on hers, then tossed it aside with a smirk, watching her chest deflate in relief. To use something as crude as a belt against the Princess hadn't even crossed his mind.
Slowly, he perched himself over her feet and moved to straddle her once again, deliberately taking his time crawling up her body. He kept his hands and knees as far from her as possible, not allowing her to feel his touch. When he reached his destination, his hands on either side of her head, he kept his hovered stance over her.
"What do you want, Princess?" He teased, loving that she couldn't answer even if she wanted to. Serenity returned his gaze with another fierce glare, and the dark Prince nearly shuddered. He was a dead man for sure if she somehow broke free, that he knew for certain. Yet she was still defying him. He grabbed her face with one hand, fingers and thumb digging into the soft flesh. "Hm? What do you want me to do?"
Her stunned eyes told him she was listening now, and he let out a lighthearted breath. Easing his grip on her jaw and using the same hand to brush her hair away from her eyes. "Do you want me to touch you again?" Endymion watched as she squeezed her eyes shut, as if trying in vain to hold in what little pride she had left. But the Princess nodded in his hand, finally giving herself over to desire. He took a handful of her breast, kneading it under his fingers, keeping his gaze on her.
"Tell me what you want, Princess," his low, sultry voice mocked her. She grumbled something incoherent through her gag, to his aroused delight. "I didn't catch that." His fingers pinched her nipple and he breathed into her ear, earning him a frustrated groan from his captive. Oh, this was absolute bliss.
Shifting his leg to rest between hers, he lowered himself to his elbows, shielding her body with his own. One hand continued to fondle her breast while the other stroked gently along her cheek, forehead, and through her bangs. He instantly felt his pant leg dampen when he rubbed it against her core, eliciting a desperate moan from Serenity.
Even if the Princess hadn't intended to put on a show for his entertainment, Endymion was enjoying it nonetheless. He gazed down at her while she lost control, all the while whispering lusty encouragement into her ear. With each thrust of her body, she rubbed against his hardened cock, pressed against her stomach, while he groaned at the sensation. Her hips ground up and down his thigh in rapid motion, eager for another release. She thrashed desperately against her
bonds, and Endymion was glad he!d opted for the leather clasps rather than iron. She!d no doubt be in a great deal of pain if he!d used the latter to restrain her, and he loathed the thought of them marring her delicate wrists.
Beads of sweat were forming on Serenity's forehead. She was full-on panting now, and Endymion could see how close she was to another orgasm. As fun as it was to watch her do all the work, he needed to taste her again, to swallow all the juices she could give him. In less than a flash, his eager tongue replaced his thigh at her entrance, and he was giving her more before she could even cry out at the loss of contact. He wasted no time teasing in order to build her up; she was already there. He applied gentle pressure to her clit, swirling it around under his tongue until the dam broke moments later. Every drop she gave him, he savored, like a dying man finding nirvana.
He was absolutely lost in her. Seeing Serenity come for a second time under his care had Endymion reeling, in a near frenzied trance. Despite how she was the one tied up and submissive, he knew he was utterly and irrevocably hers. There was no battle he wouldn't fight, no war he would not wage, just so she would be his.
To hell with it.
His tongue, coated with her essence, licked a straight line up the center of her body. Endymion took the still panting Princess by surprise when he yanked the silk from her mouth and stole her lips with his own, claiming the passionate kiss he'd denied them both. The Prince moaned into her kiss when she took his bottom lip between her teeth, only to be replaced by a sharp hiss as he felt his skin tearing.
She bit him! He drew away and watched as a single drop of blood fell from his lip and landed on her cheek, crimson in a sea of ivory.
So that was how it was going to be.
"Alright," he mock-seethed, shoving her gag snuggly back into her mouth. He brought his thumb to his lip, collecting the remaining blood, and joined it with the drop on her face, smearing his blood across her cheek. "If you're going to misbehave, Princess," Endymion lifted himself off the bed, examining the remnants of her tattered dress, "I'll have to punish you." Another satisfying rip hit his ears as he took the fabric between his teeth and tore off a long strip.
Towering over her, he unclasped one cuff, then the other, freeing her hands for the first time. He snatched both her wrists in one large hand before she could make any move against him and yanked her upright to stand before him. Serenity let out a dizzying gasp as he twirled her around, pressing her back flush with his front. Despite his rough handling of her, his fingers ever so delicately found the sleeves of her destroyed dress and peeled it away, letting it pool at their feet. As soon as the garment slid past her hands, her wrists were once again his. He forced them behind her back, tying them together with the silver scrap of dress, looping it around as many times as it could go.
Pleased with his work, he spun her around to face him once more. "On your knees, Princess," he ordered. Her eyes narrowed at him in return, flickering to his bloody lip with smug satisfaction. Endymion, determined to wipe that self-righteous look from her face, snatched her throat furiously, and her entire demeanor changed. Serenity's sharp intake of breath, heaving chest, and wide eyes were almost enough to ease him back down.
Almost.
He wasn't sure if she still feared him or if she was as aroused by this as he was. Perhaps both, all the better for him. "On your knees," he repeated with a growl, his hand at her throat pushing her towards the floor. Finally, she obeyed, letting him guide her to her knees, fully submissive before him.
Never in his wildest dreams did Endymion imagine having the Moon Princess bound and naked at his feet. This innocent flower, no doubt untouched by another, submissive to him. He couldn't help himself when he found his fingers gliding through her hair across her scalp. He just wanted to touch her. It was the first genuine touch he had given her, not rough or teasing trying to elicit a reaction.
Serenity's sapphire eyes gazed up at him, awaiting his next move…something within them so…willing. Was she his captive still, or was she now humoring him in his little game?
The thoughts raced through his mind while he undid his pants, never taking his gaze from hers. Regardless of what was happening behind her eyes, he still had to punish her for biting him.
"Bad girl."
His pants fell to the floor in a heap; his erection sprung to life right in her face. Her startled gasp and wide eyes were enough to harden him further. He stepped fully out of his clothes and kicked them aside, his focus solely on the woman kneeling before him and his already throbbing cock.
"Do you see what you do to me, Princess?" His voice was barely above a whisper as he stroked himself, the tip poking at her cheek. Precum squirted onto her skin, blending with the drying blood he left behind. She nearly stunned him into inaction when her eyes closed, and she began to edge her nose and cheek along his length.
It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.
Oh, she was undoubtedly playing along now, a nearly willing participant.
"Do you want this cock, Princess?" She opened her eyes and gazed dreamily up at him through her lashes, nodding in approval. He grabbed her by the chin, reminding her who was in charge. "And you'll be a good girl?" Again she nodded, eager and ready.
Satisfied, he gingerly removed her damp gag and placed it over her eyes. Despite her eagerness, he wasn't in any mood to go easy on her. No, he wanted to watch as she struggled to pleasure him bound and blindfolded.
Her relieved exhale hit the tip of his cock just before her tongue did. Delicately, she swirled over his tip. It was so amusing to watch her attempt to lick up his length but unable to use her hands to do all she might please. From the base she kissed up his shaft, briefly pausing when she met his head once more. Again her tongue swirled, this time slipping into the slit for a moment before taking him as fully into her mouth as she could go.
A wanting, guttural moan escaped his lips as she took him. His fingers entangled with her hair as she bobbed slowly, torturously, gliding the tip of her tongue along his cock as she pulled up.
"What the hell do they teach you girls in the Moon Kingdom?" he hissed, knowing his line was corny, but he couldn't bring himself to care. A low chuckle from her throat was nearly his undoing. The sound that escaped his lips was almost pathetic. With both hands planted firmly in her hair and holding her steady, he pumped. Once, twice, again, careful not to suffocate her. He couldn't help himself; the sensation of her vibrating around him was too much. If this wasn't heaven, it was only proof of how far an angel could fall.
Oh god, he was nearly there. Serenity felt incredible; he could feel her moaning in tandem with his pumps. But he had to hold out. The visual of her coming undone because of him was enough motivation to yank himself out of her mouth. In one swift motion, his hand gripped the back of her neck and brought her to her feet. She nearly toppled over had it not been for his fierce hold. No sooner could she take a deep breath than his dark eyes came back into view and she was silenced once more, the thick silk gagging her again. He reached underneath her curtain of hair to tighten the slack that had come loose, making sure she stayed quiet.
He took her by the arm and dragged her the short distance to the loveseat. He felt her body tense as they approached, likely sensing she was about to be thrown onto it. Instead, he stopped her short. and lowered himself to sit before her, scooting back as far as he could go. His hands guided her hips so she could straddle him atop the sofa.
Gliding his hands up her back, he layered open mouth kisses along her neck, trailing to her ear.
And Serenity went wild. He watched as whatever ounce of control she had left dissipated into the air between them. His breath against her neck made her weak, and her body's carnal needs overtook her mind, letting her rub her drenched core along his rigid member.
Endymion growled into her neck, crazed with wanting. In all his life, he'd never wanted — needed — anything as powerfully as he needed to be buried deep within this woman. To be wrapped protectively inside her body and feel the intense pleasure that awaited him.
Knowing it would end all too soon if she kept this up, his hands moved back to her hips while his mouth remained at the lobe of her ear. "Ready, Princess?" He growled as he lifted her hips to hover over him and bore deep into her gorgeous eyes, delicately lowering her onto his throbbing cock. Her sweet, muffled moan, and the eye contact she never broke was almost enough to unravel him. He barely registered his own intense groaning at the touch.
"Fuck, you are so tight," he panted, lifting her out to his tip, and slamming her back down to the hilt, earning him another pleasured mewl through her gag.
Endymion reveled in the complete and total control he had over her in this moment. Without his muscled arms around her, she would fall. She was utterly at his mercy, and he was drowning in the sensation as he quickened his pumps.
With his hands still gripped firmly on her hips, he swirled his hips underneath her while teasing her nipple with the tip of his tongue. Serenity groaned roughly, and her eyes rolled back into her head. His lips sweetly kissed her nipple, then bit down on the fatty flesh of her breast above it, causing her to shriek.
"Do you like this cock, Princess?" He purred against her neck, moving his lips along her jaw and continuing the swirling movement of his hips. A needy sigh was her only reply. He chuckled into her ear, ceasing his movements abruptly to her obvious displeasure. "Then ride it," he commanded.
Serenity gave him a harsh glare and Endymion returned it with a provocative half-smirk. He knew he was challenging her, possibly beyond her physical means, but he couldn't help torturing her a bit longer. How amusing it was to get a rise out of his Princess with her powerless to do anything to the contrary.
With his hands steady on her hips, keeping her from toppling over, she picked up where he left off, swirling herself against him. He groaned at the sensation, but she could tell he wasn't satisfied. Well, if he was going to challenge her, she would rise to it, so to speak.
Putting all her strength into her thighs, she rose upwards, squeezing her core up to his tip. The added tightness granted an instant reaction from her dark Prince, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips as he hissed, before she rammed her hips back to meet his. Serenity chuckled low through the silk cloth between her teeth, repeating the action but unclenching her core.
Endymion's gaze never left her eyes as she continued riding him, grunting with the effort. He couldn't believe she was pulling this off. His hands unconsciously guided the Princess up and down, and before long their movements evolved to his hips lifting to meet hers midair.
One hand wrapped protectively around her waist as he picked up his pace, while the other gripped the back of her neck, holding her in place while he thrust himself into her. The only sounds in the room were Serenity's labored breathing as she bounced helplessly above him and their skin slamming together with each thrust.
"Do you like being fucked, Princess? Do you like how I fuck you?" She released a low, feminine growl in response, and he squeezed her ass in reward. "That's my girl."
Endymion wasn't going to last much longer. He had been holding back before, needing to pleasure her, to worship her body, but he was determined to get one more in before he succumbed.
"Come for me, Princess," he whispered harshly into her skin, just below her ear. "I want you to come all over me." His hand still gripped the back of her neck while the other met her core as he thrusted, his thumb pressing a light pressure on her clit.
And she was done. She screamed through her gag, losing all control of her body. Her gaze flew upward to face the ceiling and her back arched, launching her forward. Her tight, weeping core squeezed the last of the Prince's fight out of him, and he released his pent-up orgasm inside of her, pumping until she had milked him for all his worth.
Endymion held his Princess tightly against him, both of them trying desperately to regain their breath and sense of self. She was still bound tightly, slumped against him in defeat, but sated - perfectly sated. His well-practiced hands roamed softly up and down her bare back, and he breathed in the scent of her sweaty afterglow. Until he felt a tickle against his neck, her nose drawing a slow line up and down, requesting his attention.
He grinned and submitted to her silent request, reaching for her wrists and delicately untying the scrap of dress binding them. The fabric fell to the floor, and he took the Princess's wrists in his gentle hands. He examined one, turning it over, checking for bruises and swelling. Then the other. Just a little redness for both as she had put up little resistance to her restraints. She watched him as he brought one wrist to his lips, kissing the red marks left behind.
Kissing the second wrist, he looked into her deep crystal blue eyes, and gave her that half-smirk that would infuriate her if she wasn't already a gooey puddle. Those tender hands finally met her face and removed the silk from her mouth. Taking her head in his hands, he came up to meet her for the deep, passionate kiss they'd both been craving.
Her finally freed arms snaked around his neck, and when the kiss broke, she snuggled comfortably against him and whispered into his throat.
"My Prince."
He finally broke into a smile, his arms capturing her around the waist as tightly as she had him in her grip. "How do you feel, Princess?" He asked, trying to hide the nerves from his voice.
"Mmm, thoroughly defiled," she purred, pressing a gentle kiss to his throat. "You were perfect, Mamo-chan. You're even sexier when you're evil."
"Is that so?" Mamoru exhaled in relief and pulled her back to claim her lips once more. The forbidden lips he craved during their roleplaying and passionate fucking. She certainly had punished him for breaking the rules, despite him being the dominant in this particular role play.
Usagi pulled away, tasting the blood on her tongue that she had drawn. "I'm sorry," she whispered ruefully, rubbing her thumb gently over his bottom lip.
"I broke the rules," he teased, nipping her thumb between his teeth. "I deserved to be punished."
When they had discussed this fantasy of hers, she made it clear that she wanted to be bound and gagged the entire time, aside from when she was pleasuring him. A kink of hers they had been gradually exploring, and he was surprised at how much he was enjoying it as well. "I want to see how it feels to be completely helpless to you. Fully at your mercy." Her words had stirred a deep part of Mamoru, and if he was being honest, it aroused him but also scared the living hell out of him.
He reached for her cheeks, brushing his thumbs along the sides of her mouth, checking for any signs of wear. Of course, she had put up even less resistance to being gagged, so luckily, she hadn't rubbed her face raw. Just a slight redness on the sides, nothing a little vaseline wouldn't heal by morning. He was grateful that aside from the bruising hickey on her neck, Usagi had come out unscathed. He gave it a quick kiss while his hands found the discarded silk hanging loose around her neck.
Careful not to tug any hairs that had gotten caught, he twisted the knot around to the front. Since he had gagged her long before taking her hair down, he opted to untie it rather than spend an eternity trying to pull it over her head and through her miles of hair.
"What do you want for dinner?" He asked lowly as he untied the knot.
"Sushi," was her almost immediate response, making him grin at her eagerness. "Side of udon?"
She nodded enthusiastically.
"Consider it done. Get back in bed when you're done in the bathroom," he instructed as he finished untying the knot, tugging the slack around Usagi's neck forward to claim her lips.
She purred against his kiss. "Is that an order?" Mamoru couldn't help the flush of red that heated his face. How quickly he could slip out of character when he was done. She giggled in response, pressing her lips to his for one more quick peck. He didn't give her the chance to try to stand and break contact. Carefully, one arm held tightly under her butt, and the other protectively up her back, he stood them up, still holding her in position against him. He walked them the few steps to the bathroom, safely depositing her just at the doorway.
She closed the door behind her and Mamoru made for the kitchen to retrieve his long-abandoned phone. He'd silenced it, right after he'd silenced her, and shoved it into a kitchen drawer. He needed no distractions while he worked on her, fulfilling this surprisingly specific fantasy of Usagi's.
As they had planned, he'd snatched her the moment she entered their apartment after work, stringing her up so deliciously at the doorway to their bedroom. The silver dress she'd worn had once been a favorite, but after wearing it to one too many weddings and several too many parties, it was beginning to fall apart. Usagi had thrifted it years ago, so the quality probably wasn't the best to begin with. What better way to see off an old favorite than by destroying it in the heat of passion?
While he tapped through the takeout app to order their usual (thank the heavens for the 'order again' button), he thought back. They had been lightly exploring with bondage, but they had never really role-played with it until tonight. It didn't happen every time they made love, but when that particular mood struck, it always awoke a deep urge that Mamoru Chiba thought he had killed and buried years ago. A part of himself that he loathed now but had been his reality for a brief time.
Which shook him to his very core when Usagi, after a couple of glasses of wine, had confessed to sometimes fantasizing about Endymion. But not Prince Endymion of Silver Millennium, nor her future husband, King Endymion of Crystal Tokyo.
But Prince Endymion of the Dark Kingdom. The version of himself that had despised her. Beaten her…and had strangled her within an inch of her life.
It didn't happen often anymore, but now and again, he still woke up in a cold sweat, having relived the nightmare. Seeing his hand once again gripped mercilessly around Usagi's throat, useless legs dangling above the ground. Her bulging, pleading eyes as she silently begged him to stop hurting her.
It was several years before he came to terms with the fact that she didn't resent him for any of it and would never hold it against him. Hell, even after the drama that King Endymion caused with his visions of doom (he'd kill him for that), and they were back together for good, he still held her at a distance for a good while.
He'd only had the nightmare once since they'd moved in together. A violent tremor from his body had woken him and startled her awake as well. Usagi might not have known at first which trauma had caused such a dramatic reaction, but when he'd tried to roll away from her in shame, she figured it out pretty quick.
She held him close that night, drawing her fingers through his hair, rubbing his scalp, and letting him cry. Heavy, choked sobs he'd never allowed himself to have. He buried his face into her chest, clutching her as if fearing she'd disappear if he let go. The release was cathartic and healing, but he also felt sick considering she had been the one physically and emotionally damaged at his hand, and she was comforting him.
When he had finally calmed down, his sticky face buried in her now wet pajama shirt, she whispered soft, soothing words into his hair—grazing him with gentle kisses, cooing that it wasn't real anymore. She'd never even been upset with him, because it wasn't him. He drifted back to sleep to the sound of her singing gently, cradled safety in her arms, as a mother would hold her child.
Usagi was wrong, though.
His memories may have been altered, but everything he felt had been real. The implanted false memories had ensured that he hated Sailor Moon and the Moon Princess. He'd truly believed that all that was wrong in the world, all the suffering and pollution his Earth had endured, was entirely at the Moon Kingdom's hand. He loathed her, and made damn sure she suffered in kind. He had wanted to hurt her, to make her know pain.
And it had been him.
But Usako…got off on it.
'Stop overthinking,' he told himself, pouring a glass of water for her and another for himself, which he gulped down in a matter of seconds. He filled his glass again so Usagi would have two. He knew her mouth must be bone dry after having fabric shoved in for so long, and he needed to get her rehydrated.
Mamoru heard the bathroom door open and her sweet footsteps padding over to the bed. Only a moment after she nestled her gorgeous body onto the sheets, Mamoru was there, handing her one glass of water and placing the other on the bedside table next to her. "I'll be right with you," he whispered, kissing her forehand.
"Thanks, doctor," she teased, downing the contents of the glass.
Mamoru swiftly grabbed his discarded boxer briefs and slipped into the bathroom. He took a quick moment to clean himself off before sliding the underwear on. As much as he'd prefer to stay naked while massaging her, the chances were likely of him hardening and slipping right back inside of her, and he'd put her through enough tonight.
He grabbed her favorite lavender-scented lotion and a small tub of vaseline and was satisfied upon leaving the bathroom to find her at the ready, lying on her stomach, arms folded beneath her head, giving him a sated, cheeky grin.
He wasted no time straddling her, lathering her back with a generous amount of lotion. She moaned in satisfaction as he kneaded out the kinks in her shoulder, stiff from being suspended and unceremoniously yanked behind her. He placed a kiss in the center of her back, scooted backward and gave generous attention to her luscious ass, resisting the urge to bite.
Mamoru took his time with her long legs. Usagi was strong, Eternal Sailor Moon built for battle strong, but he knew he'd given her hell forcing her to ride him while tied up, using all the strength her toned thighs allowed. Long, practiced hands massaged one thigh, paying extra attention to any stiff area he found. Then traveled down to worship her calf, wrapping a hand around her delicate ankle, grateful it was unscathed. Since she had insisted on being gagged the whole time, he insisted in return that her legs remain free. Considering she'd be unable to use a safe word, they agreed she would kick him three times as a signal if needed. To his relief, it hadn't been needed.
Finishing off with his world-famous (Usagi's words) foot rub, he then he took her other foot and repeated his actions, moving back up her opposite calf, and giving that thigh equal attention.
With her purring happily beneath him, he took her hips gently in his hands and rolled her onto her back, straddling her midsection. He lathered one arm up and down, massaging the wrist, happy the redness was already disappearing. His lips kissed her palm and each fingertip before tending to her other arm.
Mamoru followed with gentle massage to her breasts, careful not to tease her nipples too much. When he was finished, he kissed each breast, her collarbone, and her neck right underneath her jaw.
She looked absolutely heavenly, regal. He placed the lotion bottle back on the bedside table and snatched the vaseline. Carefully, he dabbed a small amount on either side of her mouth that was chafed by the fabric. Her blissful grin broke into the biggest, goofiest smile.
"What?" He questioned as he closed the lid and discarded the tub.
"You're so adorable. So doting." Her finger wiped a small amount of ointment off her own face and rubbed it delicately along his lower lip to heal her bite. "I love you so much, Mamo-chan."
He took her hand and rubbed the back of it along his cheek, gazing into her soulful eyes. "I love you back, Usako." Her other hand reached behind his neck and pulled him to her lips—a sweet, loving, vaseline tasting kiss.
He smiled against her lips, earning him a blissful giggle from her. Usagi may have forgiven him long ago, but through these indulgences, allowing themselves the pleasure of the darkness, Mamoru was learning to forgive himself.
"So…Did you have fun, Princess?" He grinned down at her, noses touching. "Maybe too much fun," she giggled and scrunched her nose at him.
"Is that so?" Mamoru chuckled, laying down next to her and pulling her into his arms, and she snuggled into his neck. "Maybe I should try it next time."
She wriggled her head up to look incredulously at him. "You want to?" "You always seem to enjoy yourself."
"I think you just want a massage afterwards," Usagi teased. "No, that's an added bonus," he grinned and squeezed her.
A wicked glint sparkled in her eye, accompanied by a mischievous grin. Mamoru feared he'd regret this confession, knowing Usagi's flair for dramatics. "In that case.." She took the wrist of his arm that wasn't pinned under her and kissed it delicately. "Maybe for next time…your Usako was abducted by the enemy and brainwashed. And through diligent research and stalking, I've discovered the true identity of Tuxedo Mask."
"You've thought about this haven't y—" he hissed sharply when her tiny hand forced his wrist behind his back and held it there. Her lips hovered dangerously close to his without making contact. "I just want to talk…Mamoru."