Of Love and Duty
-by: the Yarnspinner-
the_yarnspinner@yahoo.com
A Sekkushiaru Roman
featuring characters from the anime "Sailor Moon"> Chapter 10 - An Afternoon Out <
The sky was clearing as afternoon moved toward evening. The rain had stopped, and the storm had broken up. Efforts were still ongoing to determine the source of the dark magic that had infected the storm, but Nephrite had expressed confidence that his team would have something within the next day or two.
Endymion stood in the command room with Kunzite, who was looking through a sheaf of reports.
"Anything?" Endymion asked.
Kunzite shook his head. "Nothing definite, I'm afraid. We're finding traces of dark magic elsewhere around the world, but there's no clear indication that any of them are connected with the storm we've just experienced."
Endymion reached over and touched a control crystal on a panel by the wall. A global map appeared on the wall. He adjusted several more crystals, and a series of red marks appeared on the map, spaced fairly evenly.
"If I'm not mistaken, dark magic points occur naturally, usually spread out across the globe," Endymion said.
"That's true," Kunzite confirmed. "Although they are seldom very powerful."
"Where are these dark magic traces located?" Endymion asked, indicating the papers Kunzite held.
Kunzite adjusted several controls, adding a number of black dots to the map. Most were in close proximity to the red marks already there.
Endymion scowled. "From this, they could easily be natural occurrences," he said.
"Indeed," Kunzite agreed. "It's still too soon to tell. We're investigating several of these more closely, but we probably won't have full reports until sometime tomorrow."
Endymion nodded, just as a junior officer approached, stopping a discreet distance away. "I think he's waiting for you," he said, indicating the officer. "Thank you for taking time to give me a briefing."
"Not a problem," Kunzite replied.
Endymion turned and headed for the door.
"Your highness," the guard outside called, stepping forward and saluting.
"Yes?"
"A page boy left this message for you, sir."
"Thank you." Endymion took the note from the guard, who then saluted again. He acknowledged the salute and the guard stepped back to his position.
As he looked it over, he saw the note was secured with his own seal. Opening it, he instantly recognized Serenity's handwriting. 'My dearest prince,' he read. 'When you are finished with your meeting, please go to the town square. I will find you there. Serenity.'
He hurried upstairs, alarmed at the prospect of Serenity wandering alone through the town. In his chambers, he changed into a simple dark outfit, donned a cloak and sword, and then rushed downstairs.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The town lay about two miles from the palace, part-way around the mountain.
Serenity was dressed in male attire, wearing a guard's uniform, with her hair piled up under her hat. The ribbon at her collar told others that this was a messenger, while the small emblem hanging from it proclaimed that this messenger was doing Prince Endymion's business.
Ahead of her was a small public house, already doing a lively business even at a relatively early hour. She paused at the door, turning to look back across the square. A young wizard approached, and she stepped aside to allow him to enter, then turned and followed him in.
"Boy! Come here!" a voice called. "I have a task for you."
She turned to see a man sitting at a table beside the door, who evidently had quite a number of drinks in him. As she took a step toward him, her eyes narrowed.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I am already engaged," she said, lowering her voice.
She walked across the room, noticing the scowl she was receiving from the bartender, a giant of a man, who clearly consider this "boy" to be too young for his establishment. Ahead, she saw two knights playing darts. She sat down to observe, finding the sword she was wearing a bit awkward, and mentally reminding herself to sit in a more masculine position.
"Would you care to have a try?" one of the knights asked. "Or do you just watch?"
She rose to her feet. "I have a little experience, sir, but I do not wish to interrupt your game."
The second knight waved his hand dismissively. "No interruption at all." He looked her over. "You do seem rather young for an officer. Let me guess. You're waiting here to meet your master."
"Something like that," she said.
"Here," the first knight said, handing her a dart. "Give it a try."
With a nod, she took the dart, finding it weighted differently than those she was used to. As a result, her first throw scored poorly.
"Give the lad another try," the second knight said with a laugh.
The first knight handed her another dart. Her second throw was only slightly better, but she was now beginning to understand how these darts performed.
"Ordinarily, we play for stakes," the first knight said.
"What did you have in mind?" she asked.
He thought for a moment, then set out five gold royale coins. The second knight laid out five royales of his own.
She looked at the coins, then reached for the purse on her belt, taking out five royales. "Done," she said.
The two men nodded. "Three throws each. The highest scoring dart counts," the second said.
"Agreed," she replied.
Each took three darts, and she stepped back. The first knight threw his three.
"You'll have to do better than that," the second knight laughed, stepping to the line. Two of his three darts were closer, but none scored a bull's-eye.
"Your turn, lad," the first knight said.
She stepped to the line. Holding the first dart in her fingers, she tested its weight and balance, then threw it cleanly. The dart struck dead center. The two men stared at it in shock.
"That's the damnedest bit of luck I've ever seen," the first knight exclaimed. He then scooped up the coins and handed them to her. "You wouldn't care to give us a chance to win our money back, would you?"
"It seems only fair," she said, returning her original five royales to her purse, then placing the other ten back on the table. "Gentlemen."
They each laid out ten coins of their own.
The second knight threw first, placing one dart in the first circle from the center, and the other two in the second. He wrote his score on the board, then removed his darts.
Serenity took her place at the line. The first dart struck in the first circle, just shy of the center. She held her second dart at the ready, drew her arm back, and launched it. It struck again almost perfectly on center. She held up her third dart, then placed it on the table, unthrown.
"I'm beginning to think we're being hustled," the second knight said, marking her score on the board.
"It's not over yet," the first knight said.
"There is no way you can beat that throw," the second knight countered.
"I shall keep my own counsel on that point, thank you," the first protested.
He stepped to the line and threw his first dart, which nearly missed the target altogether.
"Are you throwing the game to make the lad feel better?" the second knight asked scornfully. "Even your aim isn't that bad."
The first knight glared at his companion, then returned his attention to the target. His second dart soared high, striking just within the first circle.
"Better," the second knight said. "But you'll still need perfection just to get a tie."
"We'll see about that," the first knight retorted.
His final throw was only slightly closer, but still in the first circle. "Damn!" he cursed.
Serenity stepped forward and picked up the coins.
"Once more!" the first knight demanded.
"I don't think that would be a very good idea, sir," she replied, taking a step back.
"Why not? Is it because you were using some trick? Nobody could make two throws like that without doing something funny!" he said, his anger rising.
"I'm sorry, sir. I did not intend to cause any trouble. I think I should take my leave," she said, backing away still further.
"Well boy, trouble is what you've got!" The knight reached for his sword.
Immediately, Serenity's eye noticed a wooden plate on the table beside her. She snatched it up and with surprising speed, hurled it at the knight, striking his sword hand. The sword, only just free of its scabbard, fell to the floor with a thud, while the knight grasped his hand in pain.
"Damn you!" he swore.
Serenity caught movement out of the corner of her eye and jumped back, narrowly missing a blow from the bartender's broom. The big man moved between her and the knight.
"I'll be having no fighting in my place," the bartender declared sternly. "You take your argument outside, or I'll throw the lot of you out."
Two more men appeared, whom Serenity could only presume were the bartender's brothers. All of them were enormous. Under such circumstances, the first knight quickly lost his zeal to fight. Serenity turned and headed for the door.
Outside, she walked across the street and onto the square. Behind her, she heard the pub door burst open.
"Come back here, you miserable lackbeard!" the first knight yelled.
She turned to see him running toward her, holding his sword, his companion endeavoring to restrain him. Serenity stood her ground, knowing that anyone around them would regard her running as an admission that she had indeed wronged this man.
"What would you with me?" she asked. "I have done you no wrong."
"Only to cheat two honest men of their money, boy," he retorted. "I shall have satisfaction for this insult!"
She took a step back with alarm as he raised his sword. "My sword is the prince's," she said, her hand resting on the grip.
"Then you had better use it well, boy, or I will run you through and you will never again steal another's money," the knight said, taking a step forward.
Serenity continued to give ground, her sword still undrawn.
"Sir knights! In the King's name, I charge you stand!" Endymion's voice declared.
The first knight hesitated, looking at him, but seeing no sign or emblem of rank. "Who are you? And what business is it of yours?"
"Discretion might be wise," the second knight said quietly, only to be rebuffed.
Serenity took another step back, then stood, striving to maintain the character of her disguise.
Endymion's eyes quickly took in the situation, and he could sense from her a plea not to expose her.
"It is my place to ask why you have called this young officer to account in this manner," Endymion said sternly, brushing his cloak back to reveal his own sword.
"This thieving lad stole from us, using some trick to cheat us," the first knight answered.
Endymion drew his sword and stepped forward. "Then your quarrel, sir, is with me. This lad is in my service. Where he goes, he goes in my name, and if he has given offense, then that obligation is mine."
"And again I demand to know, just who are you?" the first knight responded.
"I am Endymion, heir to the thrones of Atlantis and the world confederation."
The knight stepped back, his face going pale and his blade hand no longer so firm.
Endymion took another step forward. "Well, sir knight? I believe you desired satisfaction."
The second knight rushed to his companion. "Don't be a fool!" he said quietly but urgently. "The prince is renowned as one of the best swordsmen in all the worlds!"
The first knight swallowed hard, seeing the iron determination of Endymion's eyes, the grim set of his mouth, and his own experienced eye recognizing a strong, sure hand behind a true point. He took another step back, raised his sword in salute, then lowered it, resting the point on the ground, before dropping to a knee.
"Forgive me, your highness," the knight said. "I yield. I must concede that, ahm, I may have, uh, been mistaken. I did not mean to give offense to your highness."
Endymion held the man in his icy stare for another moment, then returned his sword to its sheath. "I see. But apparently you would have been quite happy to run through one of my staff before you knew I was here to intervene."
The knight's gaze fell to the ground, a slight tremor of fear beginning to appear in his hand.
Endymion looked back at Serenity, struggling to bring his own anger under control. With clenched teeth, he wheeled back on the knight. "Get out of my sight! And never let this happen again!" he declared, spitting out the words. "You're damned fortunate that I don't report this to my father. He'd have your spurs in an instant!" he said, referring to the rank of knighthood.
The knight simply bowed his head, his companion dropping to a knee alongside him. As the two remained frozen in place, Endymion turned on a heel and strode away. Serenity quickly fell in behind him, just as a young guard and messenger was expected to do.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
"Was this your plan?" Endymion asked her curtly, as they walked together through the town.
"Well... not exactly," she replied. "I just wanted to be able to walk around without all the fuss and ceremony, and to be able to meet you here like we were ordinary people. I didn't plan on getting dragged into a fight."
He nodded his head slowly, his mood softening a bit. "Just how did that happen? I never knew you were the knock-down-drag-out type."
"Oh, right. A real bruiser, that's me," she laughed. "Those two were playing darts and invited me to join in. I'm afraid I embarrassed them."
"Oh?"
She nodded. "They were putting money on each round."
"I see... And just how badly did you clean them out?" he asked.
"Thirty gold royales."
"All that over thirty royales?"
"Well, I decided to quit before they placed any more of their money at risk, but I'm afraid they wanted to continue trying to recoup their losses," she explained.
They walked on in silence.
"Are you angry?" she asked, glancing over at him.
"No. Not at you," he said. "I guess I am angry with those two. Mostly though, I was just worried about you. You don't really have much experience with many of the things that go on here, you know."
"I know," she nodded. "But I can learn."
"True," he agreed. "But I still worry about you, my love. That's part of being in love."
"Yes, it is. And I worry about you, my dearest," she replied. "But we can't protect each other from everything, I'm afraid. As much as I wish we could."
"I know," he said, slipping his hand briefly into hers.
They continued walking, soon reaching the edge of town. Ahead, two horses were tied up under a tree. A young man waited beside them. Seeing them approaching, the man stepped forward.
"Your highness," he called in salute.
"I presume you didn't have any problems," Endymion said.
"No problems, your highness," he replied. "Your horses are waiting for you."
"Good. Thank you," Endymion said. "And here's for your troubles." He took several coins from his purse and handed them to the man.
"Thank you, your highness. It was my pleasure."
Endymion nodded in acknowledgment, as he moved to untie the horses. The man bowed and walked away. Serenity looked at the horse questioningly.
"Are we going riding?" she asked hesitantly.
"Is there a problem?"
"Ahm, well..., I've never ridden in anything other than a side-saddle," she said.
"Well, considering your present guise, I don't think riding side-saddle would be appropriate," he said. "And it's really not that difficult."
She shook her head dubiously as she let him help her up.
"Just hold on with your legs," he said, quickly mounting his own horse.
She grinned at him. "I think I can manage that... just like holding on somewhere else."
He felt the beginnings of a familiar warmth running through him. "If that helps," he replied. "But there is one key difference, you know."
"Oh, yes," she said, nodding. "A large, warm difference. One that feels soooo good."
They walked their horses along the road, heading back toward the palace. She looked over at him and grinned. He could sense her mood, and recognized the glint in her eyes.
"Should we be hurrying back?" he asked.
"If you'd like," she replied, suddenly spurring her horse to a gallop.
He galloped after her, quickly closing the gap. "I see you're doing well," he called to her.
"I'm a quick study in some areas," she replied.
"So I've noticed," he said.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
After leaving the horses at the stables, they walked down toward the lake. Serenity removed her hat, letting her hair fall down her back, and wiped away the makeup she had used to conceal her royal crescent moon. As they moved into the trees, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
"Hmm, that sword makes things a little awkward," he said.
"Now you know what I have to deal with," she replied, before running a hand down between his legs. "But this large, bulging object I like."
"Yes, I know," he said, kissing her once more.
Holding hands, they continued to walk along the path, soon reaching the lake house. As they approached the door, they came together again for a deep, wet, lingering kiss.
"Oh, my prince," she sighed, feeling an intense passion swelling within her.
"My love," he replied softly, an equally intense fire blazing in himself.
He reached for the door, pushing it open, and drawing her inside as they continued to kiss with increasing hunger and desperation. As soon as the door closed, she reached down for his sword belt, which quickly fell to the floor. He swept his own hands down and around, unbuckling her belt and letting it drop. After she had unfastened his cloak and slipped it back off his shoulders, he pulled her into an almost crushing embrace, lifting her off her feet, and kissed her hard, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth. She moaned passionately into the kiss, embracing him tightly in her arms, while a warm wetness spread irresistibly within her. As their bodies pressed together, both could feel his manhood now fully erect and swollen, straining against its confinement within his pants and demanding instead to be buried deep within her.
"Oh, gods," she gasped. "My prince!"
Setting her down, he nodded his head, and began hurriedly unbuttoning her jacket. Even as she slipped it off, he was already pulling her shirt free from her pants and lifting it up. She tossed the shirt away, then grasped his own shirt and pulled it up. He joined her in pulling off his shirt, before kissing her once more, sliding one hand through her hair. His hands came together on her back, unfastening the corset she had worn to flatten her chest.
"Oooohhhh," she sighed. "It does feel good to get rid of that."
He ran his fingers very softly over her breasts, seeing the red marks left from their confinement. After softly brushing her nipples, he brought his lips to her own, kissing her again.
"Serenity," he groaned.
Immediately, he swept her up in his arms and carried her into their bedroom. Setting her down on the bed, he reached for one of her boots and pulled it off. After removing the other, he paused to pull off his own, his body all the while protesting the delay.
She sat up to watch as he hurriedly stepped out of his pants, her eyes focusing on the bulging form of his hardness pressing outward against his shorts. With a soft growl and almost cat-like movements, he rushed forward, his hands opening her pants and beginning to haul them down. As soon as he had tossed the pants away, he grasped her underpants, already soaked with her own wetness, and yanked them down in one smooth motion.
His eyes drank in the pure, exquisite beauty of her nakedness. He quickly slipped off his own shorts, then spread her legs and moved down between them. She groaned softly as he kissed the insides of her thighs, then pressed his lips to her soft folds. Overwhelmed by desire, he plunged his tongue through her nether lips, reaching deep into her and voraciously drinking in her honey.
"Oh, gods! Yes!" she gasped.
Her entire body shook as she felt his tongue mercilessly sweep her insides, driving her towards insanity. Suddenly, he brushed over her jewel, sending white-hot bursts of ecstasy tearing through her even as she cried out wordlessly. His tongue reached deep into her once more, drawing slowly back before stroking her swollen, hyper-sensitive jewel again, bringing another cry from her.
His own body unable to bear the delay, he abandoned his slow approach, instead assaulting her jewel with repeated strokes, his tongue going over it rapidly, sweeping her ever higher, until finally she cried out in the euphoria of orgasm, and a flood of her honey poured from her opening.
As she gasped softly for breath, he moved up over her. Together they moved around on the bed, their bodies melding together as lips met for a desperate, hungry kiss. In just a moment, she rolled him on his back and moved astride him. She leaned down and kissed him once again. Sitting up, she adjusted her position, quickly feeling the swollen tip of his manhood against her nether lips. She rubbed herself gently over it, then pushed down, gasping as the bulging shaft spread her channel so wide. For just a moment, she remained still, happily impaled on his throbbing member, and feeling its warm mass, which the fates had sculpted for her alone, filling her up so perfectly. With hooded eyes, she looked down at him, seeing and feeling the full measure of his love for her. She rested her hands on his chest, then slowly began to slide herself up, her nerves flooding her with intense pleasure as his shaft slid past her tightly grasping inner muscles.
He groaned with purest delight and satisfaction, his manhood buried deep within her warm, loving embrace, and once more physically conjoined with his soul mate. Her slow upward movement soon stopped, and she pushed herself back down. He pushed up with his hips to meet her thrust, driving himself into her.
"Oh, yes!" she gasped.
"Oh, my love," he sighed.
His hands rested on her hips as she repeated the move. His body hungered for more, but he was content to remain joined like this forever. He slid one hand up and started lightly sweeping it over her breast.
Her own longing grew still more overpowering, driving her faster and harder. In just moments, she was pumping away with wild abandon on his member, each downward thrust plunging it deep into her and flooding her with raw carnal pleasure. His hands were now sweeping all over her, his fingers brushing her nipples and adding to the intense fires of pleasure blazing between her legs. She bent down over him, her hair covering them both like a cape, and kissed his lips. Their eyes met, expressing sentiments of love that words could never convey.
As she sat back up, he felt her push down for another hard thrust. He groaned with delight, mustering every bit of will power he could manage to restrain himself from a premature climax, even as her womanhood clung to him tightly, her motions sweeping him away with an excruciating hedonistic gratification.
"Oh, yes!" she cried, continuing to thrust up and down fiercely. "Oh, gods!... Yes!... Oh!... Oh, yes!"
His heart sang with joy, feeling her love radiating from her, and knowing she could sense his feelings for her. He pushed up hard to meet her next thrust.
"Oh, gods!" she gasped, overwhelmed and feeling for a moment like his shaft was just going to drive right up through her. She drove herself down hard, striving to repeat that, and suddenly feeling herself soar to a spectacular climax. "OOOOHHH, YES!!"
Even as her body clamped down tightly on him, he managed to hold himself in check. In just a moment, she was beginning to move once again, clearly still needing more. He looked up at her face, aglow with overwhelming pleasure and the crescent moon on her forehead shining brightly.
She struggled to slow herself down, taking her time, and enjoying the long, slow strokes of his fully engorged shaft along her channel. Taking him fully within her, she pressed her pubic bone to his and twisted herself slightly, bringing a gasp from him. She then lifted herself up again, still going very slowly.
"Oh, that feels soooo good," she sighed.
"Yes," he groaned in agreement.
Both his hands moved up to cup her breasts. She rolled her head back and gasped for breath, beginning once again to fall into a faster, more desperate pace. He pushed himself upward, trying to meet each of her thrusts, even as his own passion burned ever brighter.
Self-control faded in the face of her need, and even love was too overjoyed at being conjoined with him to care. She pushed herself on, being rapidly swept ever higher in her climb toward another incredible peak. As she pushed down, she squeezed her inner muscles around him, pulling at his warm mass as she slid back up. Her body began to spasm, and as she thrust down once more, she cried out in ecstasy, consumed by the full power of climax.
His hands moved to her sides, holding her there as she trembled uncontrollably. As the spasm finally passed, he pushed himself up, shifting his member within her warm embrace.
"Oh, yes," she gasped.
Slowly, she began to move again on his shaft, gradually picking up speed as she went. He ran his hands all over her young body while his member throbbed.
She sighed with delight, feeling his still swollen shaft within her. Already, she could feel herself building toward another climax, while each thrust seemed to send him just the slightest bit deeper inside her. One of his hands was caressing her breast, the stroking of her aroused nipple only adding to the fire within her, while the other was firmly grasping her bottom. She pushed down again, and was met by a strong thrust of his own.
"Oh, yes!" she cried. "My prince!... So good!... Oh!... Oh!... Oh, gods!"
"Oh, my love," he gasped, feeling himself fast approaching the brink.
She shook hard above him. Bracing her hands on his chest, she thrust up and down faster and faster. His member swelled within her, stretching her tightly constricting inner muscles still further.
"Oh, gods!... Oh, yes!... Oh!... OH!... ENNNDYYYYMMMMIIIIOOOONNNN!!" she cried in pure euphoria, soaring to orgasm even as he climaxed, pouring himself into her womanhood.
"Serenity, my love," he gasped, feeling his seed still emptying into her.
She continued to tremble above him and he carefully held her there, still firmly impaled on his member, which had only just barely started to recede. After taking several slow, deep breaths, she carefully lifted herself up and off his shaft, then lay down alongside him.
"Serenity, I love you so much," he whispered, softly kissing her cheek.
"I love you, my prince. More than anything," she replied.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
They had had dinner brought down to them, and spent the evening in front of a roaring fire. With dinner finished, he emerged from the bathroom, leaning down and kissing her.
"Your bath awaits, my princess," he said.
She giggled softly. "I trust you are going to join me, my prince."
"But of course," he replied.
He helped her to her feet and they walked together into the bathroom. She slipped off her robe and stepped into the tub, with him right behind her.
"Oohhh, this feels nice," she sighed, settling back in the water and completely soaking her hair.
He sat next to her. As she straightened back up, he drew her into his embrace, kissing her long and deeply.
"Oh, Endymion," she sighed.
"I will never stop loving you, Serenity," he said. "I never could. You are everything to me."
She kissed him in return.
"And you are everything to me," she said.
He poured out some soap and began running his hands slowly and lovingly over the soft curves of her body. As his hands went down her legs, they both found them just a bit bristly.
"I think I need to do something about that," she said.
"I have a razor, but I'm sure it's not right for that," he said.
"No. I have something else, my dearest."
She lifted herself out of the water and sat on the edge of the tub, reaching down to retrieve a small bag. From it, she selected a small crystal. As she turned the crystal in her hand, it began to glow. She touched it to her upper thigh and slowly moved the crystal down along her leg. The glow extended out around her leg, making her wet flesh seem to shimmer. After she had finished with that leg, he ran his hand over it, finding it perfectly smooth.
"Very nice," he said, impressed.
"And a lot easier and more effective than a razor," she added.
She swept the still glowing crystal over her other leg, then looked at him with a mischievous grin and giggled.
"What are you up to?" he asked.
She leaned toward him and ran the crystal along his face. He felt a slight tingle of energy, letting her continue what she was doing, and finding the crystal had given him a much better shave than his razor ever could.
"Of course, I can use it... other places too," she said, still grinning.
"What did you have in mind?" he asked.
Oh... maybe certain other places where you have hair?"
"Serenity!"
He slid back as she moved towards him, splashing him with water.
"I was only kidding," she said, giggling. "So far, you're not too hairy for my liking."
"Well, that's nice to know," he said.
She sat back up and reached for the bag again. "Or... I can use it other places on my body, you know," she said with a smirk.
He looked at her questioningly, then seeing her hand move down across her abdomen. Moving closer, he took her hand in his own. "You don't have to do that on my account," he said. "It doesn't make any difference to me. And if I'm not mistaken... won't it itch like crazy when it grows back?"
She nodded. "Yes, it will... Although I do have ways around that."
"I'm not sure I want to know," he said, shaking his head. "In any case, it's up to you."
"Oh, really? Are you sure it wouldn't do something for you?" she asked, giggling.
He took her in his arms and pulled her back down into the tub, tickling her. The crystal fell from her hand, immediately losing its glow, and dropping into the water. Her head went under, and she came back up gasping for breath while crying out in protest.
"You do something for me, my love, all by yourself," he said, still tickling her. "You don't need anything like that."
"Alright!... Please! ... Stop!... Please!" she gasped.
He kissed her, then sat back up. She took a deep breath, then began feeling around with her hands.
"What did you lose?" he asked.
"My crystal," she said. "I dropped it when you started tickling me."
Her hand brushed over it and it slid against her leg. She reached for it with both hands, trying to corral it. Finally trapping it against the inside of her thigh, she grasped it in her hand, and began to pick it up, when it slipped again. With both hands she caught it against her lower abdomen, where it slipped down a bit more before she finally secured it. Only then did she notice a slight tingling sensation. She wrapped the crystal in one hand, and slid the other hand down between her legs to confirm her suspicion, finding her pubic mound now completely smooth. She looked over at Endymion, giggling and grinning sheepishly.
"Oops," she said.
"I'm... not sure I like the sound of that," he replied.
She sat back up on the edge of the tub, allowing him to clearly see what had happened, while she dropped the crystal back in the bag.
"The crystal must have still been active when I dropped it," she said. "When I got hold of it in my fingers, my own energy gave it power, so..."
"It didn't do any harm, did it?" he asked.
"No. Of course not," she said.
"Well, that's all that really matters," he said, with a sigh of relief. "And I really did mean it when I said it didn't make any difference for me. You can fill me with overwhelming love and desire either way."
She took has hand and rubbed it across her now smooth mound. "I like the sound of that, my dearest prince. Maybe we should go do something about that."
"Oh? And what did you have in mind, my love?" he asked.
"Well, when you fill me with overwhelming love and desire, then I really need you to fill me with something else, you know."
"Hmmm. I think we could take care of that," he said.
They stood up, and she could clearly see his rapidly hardening manhood.
"Oh, Endymion," she sighed, running her hand over it. "I think this is exactly what I need."
"That's good, because this is reserved exclusively for you, my love."
"Oh, yes. Most definitely."
They stepped out of the tub, feeling the fires of passion burning ever stronger within them. This time, he resorted to a magic crystal of his own, this one sweeping waves of energy around them and drying them in just moments. As the energy faded, he drew her into his strong embrace and kissed her deeply. She sighed happily into the kiss even as she felt his swollen hardness bulging against her abdomen.
"Oh, yes," she gasped with delight.
He led her back to their bedroom, where she lay down on the bed. Moving between her legs, he kissed her thighs, then pressed his lips briefly to her pubic mound.
"Well, I guess there is a slight advantage," he said.
She giggled, only to have that turn into a sharp gasp as his tongue slid through her opening and brushed her jewel.
He repeated the move once more, then moved up over her, pausing only to plant a kiss on each of her aroused nipples.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you. So much," she replied, wrapping him in her embrace.
He kissed her deeply, their tongues dancing together, then lowered himself between her spread legs. His swollen tip brushed over her nether lips, then slowly slipped inside.
She sighed with joy as his tip spread her open, beginning to slide into her where she needed him most. He pushed forward and she gasped as the sudden, sharp sensation of his warm, beautiful mass spreading her wide while it plunged deep inside her took her breath away and flooded her with delight.
He saw the joy on her face and felt it in her heart, even as his member sank deep into her warm, loving embrace. Their lips came together, and she groaned passionately. Feeling an irresistible passion in himself as well, he pushed forward again and again, their bodies falling into a rapid, driving pace.
She clung to him with her arms, legs, and inner muscles. Her hips rose to meet his next thrust, and her nerves burned with exquisite pleasure. Their bonding was sheer perfection. She could hardly believe that only recently she had struggled with the very idea. Now, she never wanted it to end.
He held her close, showering her lips and cheeks with kisses as their conjoined bodies moved together, driving his throbbing member in and out, in and out, still faster and harder, deep inside her. This young woman made him feel so happy and alive and complete, that he couldn't imagine how he had ever lived without her. Determined never to have to live without her again, he pressed his lips to hers once more, and let her feel the true depths of the feelings in his heart.
She gasped, overwhelmed by what she was experiencing, and flooded with a joy beyond words. His member throbbed within her, setting her nerves on fire. She clung to him tightly, feeling them both rising rapidly towards the edge.
Harder and harder he pushed, feeling her respond and hearing her soft cries of utter delight. She clung to him tightly and gasped his name.
"Oh, my love," he sighed, before mashing his lips desperately over hers.
Her hands grasped his back and his head, holding him tightly to her with every bit of strength she had. She gasped as her body began to spasm. One more thrust, and she recognized his member swelling still larger within her. Her body responded with a much sharper spasm, pulling at him fiercely as she soared over the edge, and he thrust up in one climactic motion, pouring his seed into her.
"OOOOOHHHHH, YYYYYEEEESSSS!!" she cried.
He groaned wordlessly as his entire body quivered above her, locked in the throes of climax. Finally spent, he went limp, draping his body over her and softly gasping for breath.
"Serenity," he whispered, kissing her cheek. "You are incredible, and I love you more than anything."
"I love you, my prince," she sighed happily, still embracing him firmly.
After several minutes, he gently slipped himself out of her and pulled up the blanket. They snuggled together.
"Did I succeed in taking care of your need, my love?" he asked softly.
She giggled. "Oh yes, my dearest. Absolutely," she said. "That is... at least for the moment."
He leaned closer and kissed her. "Well, please do let me know when you have this particular need again. You know I want to make certain your needs are met."
"Yes, I've noticed that," she said. "And you do such a wonderful job of it, my prince."< To be continued >
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NOTE: I am exercising a bit of literary license with the dart game in this chapter, which is why the game as presented here may vary somewhat from the modern game.You can now find all my yarns at http://strands-of-moonlight.my3gb.com and http://strands-of-moonlight.6te.net.
Always remember, good gentles, that a yarnspinner works from and within existing legends and stories. The characters of "Sailor Moon" belong to others. In spinning my yarns, I do not seek to infringe on their rights of ownership, but merely to join with other fans to spread the legend still further. "The moonlight carries a message of love." Enjoy.