Never Leave Jorowyn Alone

Never Leave Jorowyn Alone
Chapter 4
BY: Ginsan

Jorowyn frowned as he read through more reports from Pluto. While he adamantly refused to take over the planet, that didn't mean he was going to leave it defenseless. Sharpe, Thorne, and several companies of troops had been left behind to shore things up. The two of them knew just enough about Crys-tech systems to send him regular reports on the reconstruction, as a few 'loaned' Mercurian mechanics worked on the Planetary Shields, and the Defense Grid. From this latest batch, it looked like he was going to have to go personally and fix some problems. While he was at it, he might as well take a quick tour of each planet, and inspect their systems.

While he detested his Cousin, he wasn't going to doom her people to the same fate as his own. Even if it was very tempting. Besides, there was just too much risk of the Negaverse getting the Time Gate.

He was too busy reading to pay attention to where he was going. He was halfway across the Receiving Room, when he collided with someone. His reports went flying as he stumbled backwards, and what looked to be a pile of clothing in a basket was scattered as well.

He looked down as the person bounced off him, and landed several feet away. On her tail.

“What is it with you woman? You do realize this would be considered stalking on most planets?”

Diana looked up at Jorowyn, retort at the ready, before she noticed the lecherous look he was giving her. It was a moment before she realized he was looking up her skirt, which was currently showing off much more than she wanted.

Blushing furiously, Diana got to her feet and glared at Jorowyn.

“I hoped you enjoyed what you saw, you perverted bastard. I doubt very seriously, you'll ever get a view like that again. At least while a girl is conscious.”

Jorowyn glared right back, though that faint smirk at the corner of his mouth ruined the look slightly, and kept Diana blushing.

“And just who would enjoy looking at a weedy little girl like you anyway? I suppose your parents could always marry off a disgrace like you to some old Noble with a fetish for little girls.”

Diana growled, as she started shoving Jorowyn backwards, poking him in the chest.

“Let's get something straight here Crybaby. I'm Queen Serenity's personal hand maiden, and her best friend. The best you can hope for, is that someone will continue taking pity on you, and give you more handouts. Personally, I don't know how anyone has been able to stand you for this long.”

Jorowyn smacked her hands away, before bending over to start gathering up his reports.

“At least I serve a real purpose around here. I don't see you fighting Youma. I don't see you willing to risk your life to defeat creatures so vile, the mere sight is enough to give most people nightmares for the rest of their lives. I bet the hardest you've ever worked is figuring out which brush to use on the Queen's hair.”

“How dare you! I'll have you know, I do more than brush her hair. I make sure her wardrobe is always ready, as well as making sure she's on time for appointments.”

“No wonder your a stick. With such a busy schedule it's no surprise you look like a underfed stray.”

“STRAY!”

“WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!?”

Diana stopped herself from attacking Jorowyn, and spun as he did to face Endymion, standing on an upper railing of the stairs. She blushed in embarrassment, as she realized that their arguing had drawn a crowd. It looked like half the Palace staff had shown up to watch the show.

“My Apologies Your Highness.”

“Should I even bother asking why you two were fighting this time?”

“A minor accident My Lord. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going.”

She saw him sigh, then shake his head.

“I'd ask Jorowyn for his version, but it's too late for that. You will remember to refrain from these public outbursts. If you have an issue with Jorowyn, I suggest you handle it a little less publicly next time.”

Diana blushed in embarrassment again, before bowing. She turned to Jorowyn to take him somewhere else to settle this, but met only empty air. She blinked, before looking down. His papers were gone, and somehow, all the clothing she had dropped had been folded back up and placed neatly in the basket.

* * *

Jorowyn angrily filed away the last of the days reports. Trust Endy to spoil his fun. He frowned, as he thought the encounter over. Before he had seen who it was, he wasn't even going to make a scene. What was it about that slip of a feline that drove him so?

He shoved the thoughts aside as he hurriedly signed some paperwork concerning troop deployments. He also had a Supply request for Mercury, to restock some badly needed components. He'd been working on it on and off, since before Endymion had returned to the Palace. He doubted he'd have a better time to ask for the parts. Zoisite, or his new bride could easily get the order filled.

Thinking of Zoisite got him to thinking about a visit. In turn, it reminded him of his earlier idea of inspecting the Crys-tech of each of the planets.

“Hmm. Perhaps I should take the request first. I can clarify any trouble with it. I can start there, and work out toward Pluto, then swing back to Mercury and pick up what I need before coming back here. Shouldn't be gone more than a week.”

He shifted gears, leaving his office, and going to his private quarters. He'd need some basic supplies. He made a mental list as he began packing. Work clothes. Tools. He paused. He could go back to the Lab, but the work crews should have any tools he might need. Nodding, he grabbed various Power crystals, just to have them handy. Double checking what he had, he slipped in an extra flask of his favorite alcohol, just in case.

Satisfied, he grabbed the pack and went back to his Office to write a note for Endymion. He wasn't actually needed on planet at the moment, Earth's defenses having been shored up while he was training the troops. And, if an emergency came up, he could always use his new toy to get back in a hurry.

He opened the door, and stopped in surprise, as he was suddenly face to face with Diana.

“See, now I know you're stalking me. What the Hell is your infatuation with me anyway?”

Diana's tail twitched behind her. Obviously, civility wasn't going to work here.

“I could ask the same thing about you. What is it about me that you hate so much, that you go out of your way to start fights?”

Jorowyn dropped his pack in a chair, before closing the door behind himself. He tried to walk past her to the desk, but she moved to block him. He glared down at her.

“Haven't you ever heard the expression, curiosity killed the cat?”

She returned his glare, stepping closer, putting her hands on her hips.

“And just what the Hell is that supposed to mean? You wouldn't dare lay a hand on me.”

He glared down at her, a smirk slowly lifting the corner of his mouth.

“I'd be careful if I were you. You are on Earth after all. Any number of 'mishaps' could happen to you. I do believe a Youma managed to sneak into the kitchens just last week.”

She glared up at him, now standing so close, it was impossible to ignore the cloying stench of his breath. And yet, some part of it found it exciting. That same part urged her to egg him on, and find out just how far she could push him.

“Alright, I dare you. If you're so big and bad, then prove it. Show me- MRHP!”

She was cut off as he grabbed her roughly, forcefully covering her mouth with his. Caught off guard, Diana was helpless as he shoved her back and against the desk. Jorowyn picked her up effortlessly then by the hold he still had on her slender hips, and then set her somewhat roughly on the desk, maintaining both his grip on her and the deep kiss he was forcing on her.

Senses overwhelmed by the situation, Diana instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. As soon as her mind finally caught up, and realized what was going on, something inside of herself simply snapped. As if some long-dormant instinct suddenly woke up and then roared. All at once, she was leaning into the kiss, wrapping her legs around him as well, trying to get as close as she possibly could, driven by a need to leave her mark on him somehow, smother him in her scent. So he’d never be able to forget her.

Somewhere inside his head, Jorowyn was absolutely sure he had finally lost it. This was it. He’d finally snapped. Yet that voice was drowned out completely and forgotten as Diana suddenly responded favorably to him, her slender—yet still long and shapely enough—legs curling around his waist and locking at the ankle. And then when she suddenly started purring, he was well and truly lost.


Unable to stop himself, Jorowyn’s hands lifted from her tiny hips to her breasts instead, and began to tease the hard little nipples that he could now feel poking into his chest. He broke their kiss at the same time, and began tasting his way to the lobe of her ear, then down the thin column of her neck. Diana just moaned, her nails flexing and biting into the skin of his shoulders through his shirt, a strange mix of pleasure/pain that only wound him even tighter. Jorowyn’s nips and hard kisses neared her collarbone, and then he frowned as the fabric of her silvery service dress stopped him. Not bothering to try and take it off, he merely hooked his fingers in the edge of the low-scalloped neckline and then tugged sharply, until her breasts spilled free. They were much smaller than average, almost delicate in a way, yet for some reason that suddenly didn’t matter. Though small, they were perfectly shaped for their size and each tipped with a dusky, berry-colored areola that immediately made his mouth water.

Giving into the sudden urge to taste, Jorowyn bent further, his mouth fastening over one of the pebbled peaks. Diana just arched against him with a soft little cry, one that went right to his now-painfully throbbing cock. Gods, she was like a drug . . . he couldn’t seem to get enough of her—her touch, her taste, her smell. He couldn’t seem to get close enough either, suddenly fighting with the insane urge to crawl inside her somehow. To leave his mark so that everyone would know to whom she belonged to. So she would never forget it as well.

While Jorowyn had been lavishing attention to her greedy breasts, Diana had not sat idly by. Instead her sharp nails had shredded through the front of his worn tunic, leaving it in tatters that hung from his broad shoulders while she clawed and petted the front of his bare—surprisingly toned—chest. Her purr got louder at that, obviously pleased, as she nuzzled and licked at his ear, driving him insane. Then her legs suddenly tightened, arching her hips up off the desk slightly, rubbing herself against him as if she really were a cat demanding her attention. Jorowyn immediately hissed, tensing at the incredible sensation, then scowled as he suddenly realized he didn’t want to wait anymore either.

Jorowyn stepped back far enough that Diana was forced to release her grip with her legs. Then he yanked the hem of her skirt up somewhere near her sternum, then made quick work of the enticing pastel green and silver panties that had so intrigued him a few hours ago. Nothing like a man seeing his colors nestled up so nicely against a woman’s sex to get his cave-man possessive instincts revved up into overdrive. A tiny part of his mind not completely taken over by lust wondered if she’d somehow worn them on purpose. Tossing the silky things carelessly aside, he instead focused all of his attention on the soft nest of silvery curls that they had revealed. He saw a spark of uncertainty suddenly light in her red eyes as he continued to stare, a shift of unease, and he frowned—suddenly realizing he was giving her far too much time to think about what they were doing. Jorowyn immediately stepped closer then, one arm wrapping around her back to pull her closer against him—both shivering a the feel of skin against skin—while the other hand slipped between her legs. Diana arched into him, hissing in pleasure as he spread her folds and then buried his longest finger deep into her tight channel, to the knuckle. Jorowyn himself let out a hoarse groan, finding her already soaking wet and more than ready for him.

Any other time, he would have been moved to pleasure the woman a little at least, perhaps attempt some form of foreplay. Yet for some reason, with this one, all he could think about was burying his aching flesh inside her as soon as he possibly could. To that end Jorowyn straightened, and then spared enough time to rip open the front of his breeches before he stepped close again. And strangely enough Diana didn’t try to fight him at all, obediently leaning back on her elbows and spreading herself wide when he nudged her to do so. Though, at the moment he was too pleased with her greedy reaction to care much about the implications of it. Her head dropped back a little, garnet eyes squeezing with another hissing moan, her long gray tail twitching restlessly behind her as Jorowyn took her by the hips and then began pressing his aching cock into her entrance. He winced, fingers clenching around her waist. Gods, she was so tight. And hot. And wet. And . . . Stars. Jorowyn let out a choked moan of his own at the feel of her slick channel closing around him, squeezing like a fist, drawing him deeper.

Diana lifted her hips against him again, letting out a soft cry, as insatiable as he was apparently and the knowledge of her needy desire only fueling his own. Jorowyn clenched his jaw, fighting off the urge to come right there, instead taking a firmer grip of her hips and then beginning to thrust. He stared down at Diana unblinkingly while he took her, watching the way she arched and squirmed, combined with the heady sight of the hem of her gown still bunched up near her waist and the neck still pulled down below her breasts. He watched as she whimpered and squealed his name, her cheeks flushed pink, sweat beginning to glisten across her brow, her silvery hair beginning to come undone from its pins and falling in a riot of fairy-curls around her face and shoulders and down her back nearly to her waist. In that moment, the painfully skinny little Mauian girl had to be near to the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

Completely taken now by his own need, Jorowyn began pounding into her fast and hard, yet that seemed to be just the thing she wanted—twisting and writhing beneath him, her thighs hooking onto his hips, breathlessly pleading with him to go faster, harder. Jorowyn could do no other than comply. And then he gasped, suddenly feeling close, the muscles in his body beginning to lock up with the impending explosion that was soon to come. And then Diana suddenly went stiff underneath him, throwing her head back and letting out a lusty little yell that could probably have been heard on the other side of the wing as she came. The sight and feel of her inner muscles locking down onto him were more than Jorowyn could bear. With a groan of his own he instinctively buried himself as far as he could, releasing his seed deep into her greedy womb. And at the same time something inside of himself, something deep in his mind, seemed to awaken. For an instant it flashed in his brain; an emotion, a connection, something profound. And then it was gone again as quickly as it had surfaced.

It took a moment for him to recover enough of his wits to breathe properly, let alone think. When he did, Jorowyn’s whole body stiffened with shock. Sweet Stars in heaven, what have I done?

Not wanting to be around when she recovered, Jorowyn hurriedly got off Diana and the desk. He grabbed his pants, holding them in place as he grabbed his pack and fled from the room.

His thoughts were going into overtime as the implications of the whole matter began to sink in. He cursed as he nearly tripped over his pants. He paused just long enough to sling his pack over his shoulder, before looking down and trying to fix his pants. When he did, he spotted the barely noticeable crimson stains that were slowly starting to dry.

Hell. She was a virgin.

Suddenly fearing the consequences, Jorowyn fled toward the Teleporter a growing need to be anywhere but the Palace urging his steps.

The entire way there, and even as he knocked the technition out of the way to use the machine himself, only two thoughts kept running through his head. One, if her parents or Serenity ever found out, he was a dead man. Two, if the Kings ever found out, he would never live it down.

Why the Hell couldn't he have just lucked out, and been on Phaeton when it exploded.

* * *

Diana slowly came to, as the euphoric pleasure quickly gave way to pain. It quickly brought her back to her senses, and caused her to think back to the last few minutes.

Did she really just do what she think she did?

A stap of pain as she tried to sit up convinced her that she had.

The knowledge that Jorowyn wasn't even around anymore, and had in fact left her in this condition hurt her on a level she hadn't known before.

Sobbing softly to herself, she fixed her clothes as best she could, and fled the room herself. Confused, hurt, and angry. And yet, strangely, deep down she wanted to do it again. A sense of satisfaction, and something deeper she couldn't identify.

She ran as fast as she could back to her rooms, ignoring the occasional stares she received along the way. Once there, she locked herself in, before drawing herself a bath.

Her thoughts, and emotions a riotous knot. She felt so twisted up, she didn't even know where to begin to unravel it all.

* * *

Endymion came into Jorowyn's office several hours later. Things had gotten far to quiet around the Palace since the fight in the Reception Hall earlier. It was never a good sign when Jorowyn went quiet.

He looked around, noticing the slightly disheveled desk. While Jorowyn wasn't exactly a neat freak, it wasn't like him to leave his office a mess.

Frowning, he checked his personal quarters before going to the Transporter Room. Perhaps he had gone to his secret laboratory.

He shuddered at the thought.

His father had been forced to banish all of Jorowyn's experiments from the Palace, after he finally blew up a full third of the Guest Wing. Since then, Jorowyn had secretly built his own personal laboratory, where the only person liable to be injured, was Jorowyn himself. No one but Jorowyn knew where it was, only that it was far, far away from any inhabited areas.

He came around the corner, and the two guards on duty snapped to attention.

“Afternoon Your Highness.”

“At ease. Did Jorowyn use the transporter?”

“Yes Sir. He left for Mercury two hours ago.”

“Did he say anything?”

“No Sir. Though he did seem to be in a hurry.”

“And his clothes were a mess. More so than usual.”

Endymion frowned. Usually Jorowyn left a message before he went anywhere. Still, at least he knew where he was. He didn't really need Jorowyn, so much as to ask him what his problem with Diana was. It could wait until he returned he supposed. If something came up, he could always send Zoisite a message to send Jorowyn back.