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:: Chapter Eight ::

Wedding Nights � Serenity

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�� The
rest of the day seemed to pass by in a blur for Serenity. After the ceremony,
Endymion called another emergency meeting where he and his former Generals
steamrolled through a few new laws and regulations. With the double vote of
Lunara and then the votes of Earth, Venus, Mercury, Mars and Jupiter all
unanimously in favor of everything that Endymion proposed, the kingdoms of
Uranus, Neptune and Saturn stopped even bothering to offer an opinion on them.
Instead they sat back with varying expressions of bemusement and/or irritation
as the Earthlings dominated the proceedings.

One
of the more surprising mandates that Endymion had passed was to create a new
position within the hierarchy of Lunara, that of a High Chancellor�someone who
had the ability to essentially run the day-to-day tasks of the Kingdom while he
himself was busy either at war or on his own homeworld. Though not an
autonomous ruler�as they still had to run any major decision made through him
before approval�the position was near to his own in standing. Directly after
the position was created, Endymion named the first holder of it�her mother, the
former Queen.

The
Lunaran female could only stare, blinking slightly with surprise. The rest of
the occupants inside the council chamber fared no better. They had all expected
the Earthlings to take full and unfair advantage of their new thrust into
power, to abuse it and place themselves and their own Kingdom at greater
standing. Instead the young Praetorian�surprising them all yet again�was going
out of his way to make sure the transition of power went as painlessly as
possible.

The
other mandates they passed were all militaristic in nature, ensuring that
things would run smoothly and without difficulty while Endymion and the other
four Kings were out in the field. They posted men who would stand in charge of
the planets while they were away as well, to oversee their defenses and make
sure their warriors were in top form in case of a surprise offensive. Lord Alexandrite�Lord
Malachite�s uncle and First Lieutenant�would be assuming command of the
Venusian Kingdom in his nephew�s absence. Lady Galena, Lord Jadeite�s First,
would be taking charge of the Martian Kingdom. Lord Sylvanite would be taking
over Mercury for his commander, Lord Zoisite. And lastly, Lord Wolframite would
be taking over on Jupiter for Lord Nephrite while he was away. They also passed
several provisions in the event of any of their deaths, making certain the rule
of the planets would return to the rightful succession.

Afterward
the Council was adjourned, and they all had dinner in a small reception of
sorts. Serenity didn�t eat much, not trusting the crazy fluttering butterflies
in her stomach. She wasn�t the only one who didn�t seem terribly festive either.
Many of the girls sat quietly or�in Raye and Lita�s cases�stubbornly, unable or
unwilling to partake in the feast. As the night drew on, even Ami began to show
signs of nervous apprehension. Until finally the girls were all bade to retire
in order to prepare themselves. To Serenity, the procession suddenly felt more
like they were marching off to the gallows instead of their marriage beds, as
not a one of them looked anything other than nervous or outright frightened.
The men stayed behind for now, talking low amongst themselves.

Serenity
found herself ushered into the room that Endymion had been given instead of her
own, and blinked in surprise when she found Diana there as well as a lot of her
things, which had apparently been moved today while she was gone. The Mauian helped
her dress for bed, the girl seeming nearly as nervous as Serenity was herself,
which really did nothing for her own nerves. The new Queen was taken out of her
wedding finery and then dressed into a nightgown of a sort�though this one was
much more fancy and . . . grown up than the ones she was used to. It was made
of soft satin, clinging to her curves, hinting at much but revealing little.
Her long hair was unbound as well so that�after Diana ushered her into the huge
bed�the silvery blonde tresses cascaded down and blanketed the wall of pillows
behind her.

Then
Diana left, leaving Serenity alone. The nervous girl stared around herself as
she waited for Endymion�her husband�to join her, trying to discern anything she
could from the stranger who now controlled every aspect of her life, as well as
that of her entire Kingdom. Unfortunately there wasn�t much to go by, being as
he�d only slept in here once. Save maybe the fact that he wasn�t much for
clutter, everything neat and tidy. That made her wince, as she tended to be the
exact opposite. Hopefully that wouldn�t get her into trouble.

And
then the door suddenly opened, and Serenity nearly swallowed her tongue with
nerves as the solemn, handsome Endymion slowly entered. The sound of the door
closing behind him sounded so final somehow, causing her to flinch slightly.
For some reason she felt herself start to blush a little as he halted in the
entryway, staring at her. He stared for so long and so hard in fact that she
began to worry that she had erred in some way.

�Is
. . . is there something wrong?� she questioned, when she could stand the
oppressive silence no longer. Maybe she wasn�t supposed to be in the bed yet.
Serenity blanched, then pushed the covers she�d drawn over her legs aside and
made to get up. �I�m sorry,� she fumbled, �D-Diana said that I should wait in
the bed, I�,�

�No,�
he suddenly called, taking a step toward her and lifting a forestalling hand.
�You�re fine. You can . . . please, sit back down.� Serenity blinked a little,
then slowly eased herself back against the pillows.

Endymion
cleared his throat then and turned away slightly, running a hand back through
his hair before he suddenly started removing his armor. He bent his head to the
task, tendrils of his inky hair falling forward into his eyes. She watched him
for a moment, bemused. If she didn�t know any better, she�d almost swear he
seemed as nervous as she was. Which didn�t make any sense. What would he have
to be nervous about? Surely this wouldn�t be his first time . . . was
it?

Serenity
was so startled by that possibility that she blurted, �are you a virgin?�

His
head jerked up and he gaped at her in disbelief for a full minute before his
cheeks turned faintly ruddy. �No!� he denied vehemently, yanking off the chest
plate and setting it aside. �Of course not!�

She
felt her own cheeks burn with mortification, not daring to believe she�d
actually asked him that. �Oh, sorry,� she mumbled softly. �I didn�t mean to
insult . . . Y-you just seemed�,� she forced herself to stop rambling when he
scowled and then jerked off the leathery coat from his shoulders, revealing the
soft white shirt on beneath it, his movements becoming jerky and obviously
upset. She�d managed to make him angry, somehow. The nervous Princess bit her
lip, fingers twisting into the covers, struggling to come up with something to
say that would soothe him again. The last thing she wanted him to be right now
was angry, and especially at her.

She
hesitated for another minute, then softly, �I�m sorry for what happened to you,
my Lord.� That made him pause, turning to her. She bowed her head though, hair
curtaining the sides of her face as she stared at her hands instead. �I asked
my mother about what you had said the other day,� she revealed, tone sad and
maybe even a touch bitter. �I didn�t know anything of what the Council had done
when your war started . . . I have been kept very sheltered, I suppose.� She
felt her eyes tear a little, then blew out a shuddering breath. �But I am sorry
we didn�t help, and that so many people were hurt because of it.�

�Unfortunately,
all the sorries in the world cannot change what was done,� was his gruff
response, causing her to straighten and look at him again. Endymion�s face was
a riot of emotions now, anger, sadness, regret. �Nor bring back the lives of
those that were lost. And there were many, I assure you. Men, women, children.
The Youma were not discriminate in their killing.� He sighed then, and shook
his head, a small, somewhat bitter smile coming to his lips. �But it�s not your
place to apologize to me, anyhow. None of it was your doing. You were all of,
what, five years old when the war started? And you may use my given name, at
least when we are alone,� he suddenly declared then. �A wife shouldn�t address
her husband as �my Lord.��

Serenity
smiled a little at that and nodded, tentative, glad for the small peace
offering he�d given her. And then the King of two planets finished unbuttoning
his shirt, parting it and pulling it free from down off his arms, and suddenly
Serenity forgot how to breathe altogether.

As
sheltered as she�d been, she�d never really seen a half-naked man before,
certainly not one this close, and definitely not one this good-looking.
Ropes of chiseled muscle made up his tanned torso, from the powerful biceps of
his arms to the defined pecs of his chest and the ridges of his faintly concave
abdomen. Any doubts she might have still had that Endymion was a warrior as
well as a King were firmly put to rest at the sight.

Endymion
noticed her gaping expression and smirked a little, an entirely new sort of
glint coming into his blue eyes, one that was hot and strangely predatory. He
slowly approached the bed. �And are you a virgin, little one?� he
questioned, tone softly teasing.

She
felt her face get hotter, if that were possible. Too nervous to really take
offense, she merely sputtered, �y-yes, of course.� Then he was kneeling on the
bed beside her and Serenity gulped, clutching the covers at her chin in a death
grip and staring wide-eyed at that bare chest now only inches away. She
shivered when he gently ran his fingers through the hair at the side of her
face.

�And
has anyone explained to you just what is about to happen?� That made her wince,
remembering this morning�s disaster.

�I
. . . m-my mother told me a few things this morning, my Lord, but she wasn�t
very specific.�

His
hand buried deep into the hair at the back of her head, cupping it, forcing her
to lift up to him. Serenity was a little startled to find his face so near
hers, only inches apart. �Endymion,� he corrected in a soft rumble, nearing
further, until she could feel the gentle waft of his breath against her
now-trembling lips.

�Endy�mmph,�
she started to parrot dutifully, but then he was kissing her again and the rest
of his name was lost into his mouth.

Like
before, Endymion�s kisses immediately made her feel anxious and restless for
some reason, as if she were about to crawl right out of her own skin. She let
out a soft murmur, eyes shut tight, fingers still locked into the blankets.
This time he didn�t stop at a gentle rubbing however. His head tilted to the
side, the pressure increasing dangerously, and then she let out a startled gasp
when she felt his tongue suddenly tease her lips. Endymion lifted away
slightly, his free hand caressing down the curve of her back and leaving
tingles of fire in it�s wake. �Open your mouth for me, little one,� he growled
then, nuzzling her cheek. Confused at why he�d want that, Serenity didn�t even
think to deny him, obediently parting her lips just a fraction. And then he was
kissing her again, and suddenly his tongue actually speared deep into her own
mouth, his muscled arm tightening hard around her back and bringing her full-flush
up against his chest.

Serenity
had thought that this type of kissing would be a little gross, as the idea of
someone putting their tongue in her mouth hadn�t sounded at all appealing. Yet
for some reason, when Endymion did it, it caused her whole body to go haywire.
Her skin burned, her breasts ached, the place between her thighs began to throb
with an unfamiliar yearning and she found herself letting out a strange sort of
moaning whimper because of it. He did it again and again, pausing in between to
nip at her lips or dip down suddenly to kiss or gently bite at the suddenly
very-sensitive lobes of her ears. Serenity started to lose herself then, intoxicated
with these new sensations she was feeling. She almost didn�t even realize it
when her arms raised, her hands sliding up the muscled wall of his chest to
cling to his broad shoulders. His skin was strangely hot to the touch, almost
seeming to burn her fingertips, causing them to unconsciously curl a little.

At
her shy reciprocation, Endymion seemed to become even more inflamed. He let out
a soft groan of his own as he kissed and licked a hot, wet path down the column
of her throat, then down onto the front of her chest until the neckline of her
gown stopped him.

Serenity
felt him start to undo the ribbons that held it together, and thought somewhere
in the back of her mind that she should probably be embarrassed that he was
undressing her, and knew that she would be if she could just stop for a
moment and think straight. But Endymion wasn�t giving her a chance to regain
her bearings, his powerful hands rubbing and caressing wherever they could
reach in between undoing her gown, turning her brain to absolute jelly. All she
could do was arch a little helplessly in his arms and moan her encouragement.

He
pulled the covers aside, then he was parting her nightgown wide and then
slipping it down off her shoulders to pool instead at her waist. Serenity did
manage to work up a little chagrin, then, when he sat back to stare at what
he�d uncovered. His face was dark, now, with an emotion she didn�t recognize as
he stared down at her naked breasts. Embarrassed, she started to lift her arms
to cover herself, but he caught them before she could manage it. Instead he
used his hold to gently push her until she was laying down on her back.
Endymion braced himself on one arm beside her, towering over her and the young
Queen couldn�t help but feel incredibly small in that moment, almost dominated
in a way . . . yet strangely feminine as well. He bent, and she gasped again at
the sensation of skin on skin contact.

�Don�t
ever hide from me, Serenity,� he whispered gruffly against her cheek just
before he started kissing her again, and she felt something inside of herself
melt at that hoarse plea. She didn�t fight him again when he moved back down,
though she was a little nervous as to what he was going to do, as her mother
hadn�t mentioned anything about this part. One of his hands suddenly glided
over her breast though, then cupped it�s weight, and Serenity let out a
strangled murmur at the electrified sensation that that action evoked. Her
nipple tightened immediately at his touch, burning with a foreign feeling that
she didn�t quite understand. She wasn�t even sure yet if it was a good or a bad
thing, until his touches became more focused, and then he suddenly bent and his
mouth closed over the other.

Serenity�s
fingers fisted tight into his hair of their own will, her back bowing a little,
gasping out a soft cry. Her mother certainly hadn�t mentioned anything
about this!

The
ache between her legs was almost unbearable now, giving her the urge to clench
them together and squirm in the sheets. Her whole body felt hot, flushed, as he
continued to lavish attention to her breasts, feeling desperate for something
but having no idea what that something was. That is until one of his hands
suddenly dipped down beneath the hem of her gown and slipped between her legs
to touch her there. Startled, Serenity tensed up with a gasp, eyes flying wide.

�Endy,�
she whimpered, torn between confused desire and uneasy fear, instinctively trying
to draw away from him. Endymion merely leaned down to nuzzle the line of her
jaw, soft but insistent.

�Shh,�
he comforted, voice rough. �I won�t hurt you, sweeting. Trust me.�

When
she relaxed a fraction, he gently forced her thighs apart again and then his hand
traced her womanhood, revealing a startling amount of slickness there that she
hadn�t noticed before, the presence of which confused her. For a terrifying
moment she thought she might have accidentally started her woman�s time. Yet he
seemed somehow pleased with the discovery instead of upset, growling a low and
appreciative sort of sound in her ear before his long fingers completely parted
her folds and found the tiny bundle of nerves that made her center. Serenity
let out a startled moan, then, fingers clawing into his shoulders.

He
started to slowly rub her there, over and over, and suddenly she couldn�t think
straight at all, could barely breathe. Instead
she buried her face in his neck, eyes squeezed shut, moaning and panting,
writhing in abject frustration, suddenly feeling as if her heart was going to
beat right out of her chest. She also had the nearly uncontrollable urge to
buck her hips, and only just barely managed to save herself the embarrassing
indignity. Her legs lifted up though, knees parting wide out of pure instinct,
her nightgown falling completely away�though she was too far-gone to the
pleasure she was feeling now to really even notice it.

Endymion
continued to stroke her for a little while longer, slow and steady, exhorting
just the right amount of pressure to drive her wild. Then he suddenly buried
his longest finger deep into her heat, the ball of his thumb pressing into the
most sensitive spot at the same time. When he continued to move, Serenity
groaned desperately, her hips starting to shift ever so slightly against the thrusting
motions of his hand. She was suddenly so close to something, something monumental,
something amazing, if he would only just keep doing what he was doing for just
a little longer . . . .

And
then all of the tension suddenly broke inside, and Serenity�s whole body drew
up tighter than a bow string as waves of powerful euphoria thundered through
her bloodstream. She somewhat managed to muffle her loud cry into his throat,
fingers unintentionally clawing into the bare skin of his neck and arm.
Endymion merely continued to stroke her throughout it, keeping Serenity on a
razor�s edge until the very last spasms had left her. As soon as they did, her
whole frame slumped, suddenly feeling wrung out and utterly exhausted.

For
a moment all she could do was sit there and breathe heavily, completely stupefied.
Endymion nibbled kisses across her chest and neck, suddenly seeming very proud
of himself. She supposed he deserved it.

�Did
you enjoy that, little one?� he purred, and Serenity was still so flummoxed she
didn�t even think to deny it, nodding her head shakily. And then all at once
she suddenly realized her positioning�completely nude with her legs splayed shamelessly
wide�and remembered the actions she�d just done and felt her face turn a
mortified red. She gasped, her legs snapping back together before confused
tears suddenly pricked her eyes.

�Does
that make me wanton?� she warbled.

�What?� Endymion blurted, startled, lifting
up to blink down at her in disbelief. Then all at once he suddenly smiled. A
full, real smile�not hesitant in any way�his blue eyes suddenly soft and
tender. Serenity was so startled by that, she almost forgot to be horrified by
her own embarrassing lustiness of a moment ago.

�Enjoying
what I did to you just now does not make you a wanton,� he assured softly,
fingers brushing back through her long hair. �It only means you�ll be able to
enjoy this part of being married, for which I am very glad.�

�You
are?� she questioned tentatively, voice very small with shy uncertainty. He
gave a pained chuckle at that.

�Aye,
very glad. And if you weren�t such an innocent, you�d be able to tell just
how much,� he added in a cryptic, almost pained mutter, shifting almost
uncomfortably beside her.

Yet
before Serenity had a chance to question him on it, Endymion was suddenly
kissing her again. His kisses were harder now, almost desperate, which seemed
to set off a similar chord in her. Enough so that when he finally shirked his
pants and leaned over her, she didn�t even think to tense up or become afraid.
Drunk on the passion he made her feel�the throbbing ache having long since
flared back to life in her womb�she spread her thighs for him willingly when he
nudged her to do so.

And
then something far larger than his finger was slipping inside, yet amazingly it
didn�t really hurt. Just a slight pinch, a feeling of tightness, unused muscles
being stretched, yet nothing like the horrible pain her mother had
uncomfortably described this morning. Serenity wasn�t able to hold onto that
thought for long, too absorbed in the pleasant sensation of fullness�a strange
sort of rightness�as Endymion slowly buried himself deep inside and fully
claimed her as his. The feeling of him doing so was simply . . . electric,
it was the only word she could think of to describe it.

He
groaned a little himself, a thin sheen of sweat having broken out along his
tanned skin. �Stars, you�re so tight,� he hissed, looking almost pained.
Serenity blinked, suddenly fearful.

�Is
that bad?� That made him laugh again, though there was a harsh grate to it now.

�No,�
he gasped, �it�s not bad. It�s very, very good.�

Serenity
let out a long and reedy moan then as Endymion suddenly pulled nearly
completely out of her body and then thrust back inside until his hip-bones
collided with hers again. He repeated this, slowly increasing his pace with
every thrust, until he was pistoning in and out in a steady, mind-blowing
rhythm. Serenity was a writhing, moaning mass beneath him then, clutching at the
bed sheets, the pillows, the blanket, his arms, his hair�whatever she could
reach. The pleasure was starting to pool through her blood and center in the
depths of her loins again as well as Endymion continued to thrust and then he
started to tease her with his fingers, reaching down between their bodies to
find her center again.

�Feels
good, doesn�t it,� he suddenly growled, never breaking in his rhythm.
She cried out his name in answer, breathing heavily. She was so close . . . so
close . . . just a little harder . . . �You want to come for me again, sweetling?�
he then demanded.

�Yes!�
she cried, past the point of caring about what she was saying or admitting. �Oh
Stars, yes,� she continued, nails biting into his forearms and her legs suddenly
lifting to curl around his waist, fighting instinctively to get herself closer,
harder. �Endymion, please!�

He
chuckled at that�the sound strangely dark�then murmured, �as you wish, but I
want to hear you scream for me this time.�

Serenity
tensed as he began thrusting into her hard and fast, and then she suddenly felt
weightless. Oh my . . . .

She
had the strong suspicions she would�ve screamed out her second release whether
he asked her to or not, it was that strong. She was honestly surprised she didn�t
snap her own spine with how hard her muscles clenched, arching completely off
the bed, her whole body shuddering with the force of it. Endymion crooned his
wicked encouragement throughout, and then he was tensing up and letting out a
loud moan of pleasure himself. His whole big body locked up above her, hips
thrusting almost jerkily as he finally came as well.

And
then he nearly collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily.

�Stars,
I think you�ve killed me,� he moaned, which made her giggle for some strange
reason.

Serenity
would�ve thought she would have felt embarrassed or uncomfortable, yet she felt
a strange sort of closeness to him now . . . intimate, in a way. She blushed
only a little when he roused himself enough to clean them both up with a damp
cloth a moment later, and then he was laying back down in the bed and pulling
the covers up over them both.

�What
now?� she questioned sleepily, already fighting off a yawn.

�Now
you go to sleep, little Queen,� he announced softly, almost playful.

That
sounded like an excellent idea. Endymion didn�t protest when she snuggled up to
his side, curling a slender arm around his waist and pillowing her head on his
wide chest. Instead Serenity felt one of his hands start to brush a soothing
caress through her hair, down her back, further lulling her into
fast-approaching slumber.

�Goodnight,
Endy,� she whispered, already half-gone. She missed the way he stared down at
her then, eyes sad, and was completely asleep and therefore oblivious by the
time he bent, pressing a soft kiss to her brow�over the golden half-moon mark
in its center.

�Goodnight,
sweetling.�

Endymion
lay there for several hours, holding his new wife and watching the adorably
innocent creature sleep. A gamut of emotions passed through him while he did
so. Dazed shock and a healthy dose of awe and humility, first off. From the
very first moment he�d stared down into Serenity�s pale wintery blue eyes that
first day, he�d somehow known on an instinctual level that she would be dangerous
to him and his peace of mind, his very way of life. It was something about her,
something more than just her very pretty face and incredibly desirable body,
something deep inside her that seemed to call to something equally deep in him.

It
was one thing to marry the girl and to take command of her Kingdom, thereby
ensuring the survival and the strength of his own. It was a far, far
different�and far more dangerous thing�to fall in love with her.

That
thought immediately brought unease, anger, desperate denial . . . then bitter resignation.
He might have tried to deny it before, but not after tonight. Not after the
sweet way she�d surrendered herself to him, so unawares of her own innate
sensuality, of her ability to steal his wits and his breath, to make him trip
and fall over himself like an untried boy of twelve having his first woman. Endymion
had to accept now that he could very easily learn to love this pretty little
female in his arms.

And
that realization absolutely terrified him.

Scowling
now, Endymion carefully eased himself out from underneath her and stood. He had
to turn back at her soft murmur of protest. For a moment he thought he�d woken
her, yet Serenity�s exhausted sleep was too deep for that it seemed. She merely
rolled over and cuddled his pillow instead, though her pretty face pinched
briefly into a soft moue of disgruntlement before she slipped completely back
into her dreams.

The
Lord King turned away resolutely then, stepping out of the main room and into
an antechamber instead, where he�d had his battle armor already laid out and
prepared for him. There he slowly began to dress, expression hardening as each
piece was methodically strapped over his leathers. He couldn�t let himself love
her. He couldn�t risk that kind of weakness. Not ever again. Endymion had
buried his heart the day he buried his father, and he had sworn to himself that
dreary afternoon that he�d never let himself be hurt like that again. If there
was one lesson that this war had taught him well was that those you loved were
eventually stripped from you, and he just couldn�t afford to feel that
crippling pain. He was a King first, a man second. His Kingdom had to come before
anything else. It had to.

Fully
armored, Endymion slid his sword into it�s scabbard on his hip with a final
metallic hiss, pinned his cloak in place on his shoulder guards and then exited
the antechamber. He hesitated in the main bedroom again, his eyes unwillingly
falling on her sleeping form. The Lord King allowed himself to stare at his
pretty wife for just a moment, as if committing the scene�of her curled naked
into the sheets rumpled from their passion, her silvery blonde hair a riot of
untamed curls around her shoulders and back, her face so soft and achingly
beautiful in repose�to memory, then he suddenly turned on his heel and swept
out of the room entirely.

Off
to war, and to hopefully bury this tentative feeling that was starting to bloom
to life deep in the heart he wasn�t supposed to have anymore.
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