| Author's Note: This story is pretty different from what I usually write. I tend to lean toward contemporary, but I thought I'd make an exception and write something that's more alternate reality. And also something more dark. My stories always have had that real life feel to them, but this one will focus more on the darkness each of us has inside, and how others tend to allow that darkness to consume them. I've only ever written one fanfic where Darien is evil and that was in "Lost Love." People seemed to like the way I portrayed him and I hope that once again, I will be able to capture that evil I put into him. This fanfic will center around the Earth only, no other planets. Also, I changed the names of the Generals. Malachite remains the same. Jadeite changes to Julius, Nephlite is instead Kendrick (pretty much Ken), and Zoisite is instead Gregori (pretty much Greg). Hope this is ok with everyone. I also hope you all enjoy it and please read and review. **Edited by Denial 12.05.02** The Dark King Chapter 1: The Enchantress The Planet Earth The Northern region of Earth had finally been conquered. It had taken weeks of battles, bloodshed, and planning, but it was now under the control of The Dark King. The small villages of people residing in the northern regions were terrified of this. They had held onto hope that there Lord, Miles, ruler now of only the Southern region of Earth, would protect and shelter them. He had fought off The Dark Kings forces long enough, had kept them at bay, until they had surged forward and taken what they'd fought for, causing Lord Miles to flee with his men. They'd heard stories of this Dark King. Vengeful, unrelenting, cold hearted, and savage. He was the most skilled fighter on the planet, the most cunning, and the most clever. Any man who fought against him, who defied him, died a horrible death. Anyone who betrayed him was hung and there body put on display. He'd had several enemies in the beginning of his campaign, but they had dwindled, found and murdered one by one by him and his Generals. Years before, when the whole of Earth had been ruled by one sole man, this King of justice had died, murdered mysteriously in his bed one night. The moment his death had been announced The Dark King had emerged, claiming the throne to Earth and challenging those who dared defy him. The late Kings son had retaliated, saying he was the rightful heir. He and The Dark King had fought, but from the beginning it had been obvious the Dark King was merely toying with the man, hacking him slowly apart, until he had lay sprawled on the ground, dead. Several others claiming the throne had emerged, rallying followers to them to fight against the massive army the Dark King had seemed to acquire overnight. But each rebel had been killed, pushed aside easily, until only Lord Miles had remained. Now they gathered, a group of hundreds, shivering with fear and terror, as The Dark King rode toward them, his four Generals close behind. He held the appearance of a demon with his dark hair, his stallion black and huge, galloping toward them. He came to a stop before them, his opaque eyes surveying the group, his face drawn into a scowl. And even though they feared him, the group could not help but stare in awe of this man. They had never seen him before, had not thought him to have the face of a sinfully handsome devil, and the body of a god. He said nothing, merely stared at them, watchful, until the group grew nervous with what he would do to them. One man, who had served faithfully under Lord Miles, stepped forward, struggling to hide his trembling. "You have our allegiance, my Lord." he said loudly, dropping to his knees, the hundreds of people slowly moving to do the same. Still he didn't move, didn't speak. His eyes seemed to sharpen, the edge of his cruel mouth move up into the semblance of a smirk. "I have your allegiance. I see." he spoke quietly, then turned to his head General, "Burn the fields and kill the livestock. Take what hope Miles has left for them and destroy it. Then we will see if I have their allegiance." Malachite nodded, turning toward the army of men behind them. "Torch the fields and kill the livestock! Leave nothing standing!" Screams erupted as the army of men moved to do what they were told; riding toward the nearby village they had lived at all their lives. Smoke billowed into the air as the fields of there life's work were burned, as the livestock was slaughtered, as there homes were torched and everything fell apart in one moment. "What of them?" Malachite nodded contemptuously to the crowd of frightened people. The Dark King cocked his head, smiled cruelly, "Assign a group of your must trusted men to escort the children to my city. Let my men have the women once there done and kill any of the men who retaliate. When there done, have them all brought to my city as well." "As you wish." Malachite nodded to one of the four Generals and they galloped off in the direction of the burning village. "Come. I wish to return home." turning, the Dark King galloped away, his two Generals following. In the Dark King's palace a celebration was commencing. Soldiers drank and danced with pretty girls, laughing heartily and eating from the enormous feast displayed. Music filled the air as the Dark King's army celebrated the capture of the Northern regions of Earth. The Dark King sat, alone, away from it all, slowly sipping from his ale, watching through dark eyes the celebration taking place before him. He showed no joy, no happiness for what they had accomplished. Merely drank and sat quietly by himself. Malachite came to him, sat next to him and watched the dancing and laughing for a moment before speaking, "The people have been brought back." The Dark King swirled the liquid in his cup, "Casualties?" "We killed roughly thirty men who attempted to retaliate. They seemed to think they could overtake us." There was humor in his voice. "More fools they." Malachite grunted, turned to eye his King, "A small part of the Southern region wish's to align themselves to you. They have a peace offering prepared and also someone who can take you to Lord Miles and where he is hiding." He didn't move, showed no sign that he had heard what his second had told him, "Is that right?" Malachite shifted at the absent tone because he had heard the menace beneath it, "Endymion, my advice is to try. Perhaps it is a trap, but we've eluded those before." "It is not a trap." he stated quietly, his blue eyes turning to his Generals, "They are terrified of me. They wish to join before I take over and have their homes slaughtered as I did the others." his long fingers slowly tapped on the table before him, "I will take this offering. And I will also take this chance to kill Miles." "As you will." Malachite nodded, standing and bowing slightly before leaving him alone once again. Endymion stood and left the room, aware of how women watched him from under their lashes, aware of how they hoped to catch his eye and share his bed that night. But he wished to allow no one into his bed on this night. He wanted to be alone, to rest and think of how he would find and kill Miles if this offering was true. If it weren't there would be hell to pay, he thought, his eyes darkening and a growl escaping past his lips. No one betrayed him and lived. No one threatened the total power he was so close to achieving. And no one would get in his way. In the Southern regions of Earth, in a small home darkened by the fallen night, a group of men gathered to discuss this peace offering they would give to the Dark King. It would be special, it would be perfect. And unless it was, there lives would cease to exist. One man, Colin, rubbed at the back of his neck as sweat gathered and trickled down his back, "We have to follow through. We've given our word to Malachite and he's sure to have already told the Dark King." "But WHAT will we give?" Samuel, another of the leaders of their small village, asked desperately, "We gave our word and didn't even know ourselves what it was we were promising." "We have no riches." Henry spoke quietly, thoughtfully, "He's taken what little we had by cutting off supplies to us. He must know this and will be curious to see what it is we can come up with." "Our own lives would mean nothing to him." Guy whispered brokenly, "What is it we could give him?" They were quiet, pensive, attempting to each one think of something that might save their village and their daughters. "A woman." Samuel said slowly. The others turned sharply to look at him, "A woman? He has women by the hundreds to please him. The most beautiful on this planet. What woman could actually please him?" "The perfect woman." Samuel knew who, had heard of her mesmerizing beauty, and hoped they would be able to find her. "Have you not heard of the Silvery Maiden?" Henry shook his head, "She doesn't exist. She's only a myth told to poor idiots like you Samuel." "She DOES exist. She HAS too. If we can find her and give her to him, then we'll be able to save ourselves and our village." Samuel stated stubbornly, "I refuse to allow my daughter to be raped repeatedly by his men once they've burned our homes." "Samuel, even if she does exist, you know the legend as I do. She lives on the Mountain of Death, in the Temple of Light. Men have gone up there to find her and never returned." Colin sighed deeply, "We must think of something else." Little did they know four young women stood outside the thin walls of where they'd met, listening avidly to everything that was being said. When they heard Samuel tell the story of the Silvery Maiden they all looked at each other, wide eyed, and crept away, back into the darkness where no one could hear them. "I don't want my father to die because he can't keep a promise." Raye, the dark haired one, spoke her voice tainted with fear, "And I don't want to be raped either." "We won't." Lita snapped at her, her mind already considering, "I won't let my father die either. We'll have to go find this Silvery Maiden and bring her back." Amy gasped, her expression filling with horror, "But we can't. She's pure, she's sacred. Her family has lived on high as communicators with our gods for centuries. If we take her, allow the Dark King to have her, we damn ourselves and our future." "We have no choice." Lita's eyes went to Mina's, "And what do you think? You haven't said a word." Mina was silent a moment." Amy's right in what she says, but it has yet to be seen if this Silvery Maiden even exists. If we find her, we have no choice but to bring her back. For our fathers, and for the future of this village." Raye nodded, "When will we leave? It will take days to get there." "Right now." Lita decided quickly, "While our fathers are busy with one another. We each leave a note for them, telling them where we went and not to worry. We WILL return. I won't die trying to find this woman." They each agreed quickly, separating from one another to race to each of there homes and pack there things. They worked quietly, pushing aside the heartache that came and leaving hastily written notes for there fathers. And when they'd met with one another again, they set off on foot to the Mountain of Death, where it loomed high above them, as dark and unrelenting as the devil himself. Malachite found Endymion in the courtyard, standing with no shirt, sweat glistening on his bare upper body, a sword in hand as he stood surrounded by five men. His dark hair was damp, his eyes calm and narrowed on the movements of each of the men around him. He decided not to disturb him just yet, instead went to stand next to Julius(note: he's Jadeite, just with a name change)."How long has he been training?" "Two hours. He's taken down over fifty men and barely broken a sweat." Julius' voice held pride for his King, "I believe these will be the last one's." They watched as the men attacked, all five at the same time. Endymion dodged there swords, quickly and efficiently knocking each of the men's swords from there hands in seconds. One man yanked up his sword again and attacked him from behind, Malachite and Julius watching with interest. Endymion turned, sliced his sword through the man's arm, the sword and half the arm falling to the floor. The soldier fell to the floor, screaming in pain, holding his profusely bleeding arm to his chest. Calmly Endymion wiped his sword on the man's clothes, then nodded to the doctor who was close by, "Tend to his arm." he spoke flatly, handing his sword to a young boy before striding toward the palace, Malachite and Julius following close behind. "Well done, my Lord. He was the only casualty today." Julius congratulated him. Endymion's eyes didn't show pleasure, remaining flat and emotionlessness, "The offering Malachite?" "They've sent word they will have it for you in one weeks time, to allow them to prepare it for you." "One week. Any longer and they'll be considered traitors." he strode through the dining hall, toward the winding stairs that would lead to his room, "Now leave me. I wish for peace." "Yes, my Lord." Julius immediately halted in his tracks, but Malachite continued next to him. "Shall I have a woman brought to you, my Lord?" he asked. "No. I desire for no one to bother me this night. Leave me." "As you wish." he stopped, watching his King ascend the stairs and disappear around a corner. The journey was hard for them and long. There bodies grew heavy with fatigue, there muscles sore from overuse, but still they continued on. They had three days left and had to reach the Temple that day, or else they wouldn't make it back on time to offer her to the Dark King. Lives depended on them, there own and those of there village. They'd encountered countless peril, numerous traps, but through Amy's sharp mind, Lita's enhanced strength, and the swiftness of Mina and Raye, they'd conquered them all, overcoming them and making it farther then others ever had. They'd found scattered bones of other men who had come before them and died, death surrounding them as they struggled to keep going. When the Temple came into view they stopped for a moment, panting from the long climb, gazing at the radiance of it. It was large, a brilliant white that seemed to light up the dark mountain, with silvery blue windows that shone like crystals. With tears in there eyes, they stumbled forward, up the path, and pushed through the heavy doors to the inside. The air was cool, with a soft of fragrance of jasmine in the air, and soothed them immediately, as nothing ever had before in there life. One by one they saw the small woman kneeling at the front, at the alter before an image of a breathtakingly, handsome god, her silvery head bent, her hands clasped before her. Forgetting the soreness in there bodies, they slowly walked toward her, afraid to breath, afraid to speak and reveal that she was merely an image there minds had created. A small noise they made, a small sound caught her attention, causing her to whirl around, her white, clinging dress swirling at her ankles as she turned to face them. They knew in that moment that the legends had been true, every word. It had been said that the first Silvery Maiden had been born hundreds of years before, when the earth was still young, a direct descendant of the on high god. He had blessed one young woman, a beautiful young woman, to carry his child and to guard his temple. The Silvery Maiden was the gatekeeper between mortals and this god, the only one who had the honor of stepping foot inside the temple, the only one honored enough to pray to him and seek his council. The legends had been passed down over the years, of a woman so beautiful only this god had the right to lay eyes on her. Her every feature was perfect, her hair a long, cascading silvery white, her eyes a smoky blue, her skin a reflection of heavens light. She stood slowly from her kneeling position, the dress clinging to her sumptuous curves, accenting her small, supple breasts, tiny waist, and swelling hips. The dress billowed about her ankles, showing her bare feet, which carried beautifully intricate golden bracelets, the same golden bracelets about her wrists, one coiled tightly about her bare upper arm. There eyes each fell on the tattoo she had on the inside of her wrist, an intricate design of a cross surrounded by crystals and jewels and wrapped in a beautiful beam of light, the symbol of there god. It was a sign she was protected under him and any who dared harm her would die by his hand. They hadn't expected to find her, hadn't expected to feel such trembling fear that there god, Adonis, would strike them down for daring to step foot inside his temple and frighten her. "We're not going to hurt you." Amy spoke carefully, knowing full well Adonis was watching there every move, even if he wasn't in the temple with them, "We need your help." The Silvery Maiden watched them through her eyes, beautiful eyes that captivated them, eyes they knew could bring any man to his knees. "My help?" Her voice was soft, sultry like, seductive. Glancing at one another, they knew only this woman had the power to save there lives, "Yes. We...we need you to come with us." Amy took a small step forward, "Your our only hope." They could see the small woman was relaxing, "I don't understand. How were all of you ever able to make it up here?" "It wasn't easy." Lita said dryly, shrugging when Amy shot her a glare. "We've been traveling for days and need you to come with us. But you must come with us now and we'll explain on the way." she stopped, almost certain Adonis would strike her down in that one moment for what she'd said. But the Silvery Maiden was watching them, seeming to consider what they were saying, "Adonis would not have allowed you to come up her unless you had pure hearts. He has never allowed any others to see this Temple of his." she was quiet, thoughtful, then suddenly smiled at them, so radiantly they had to blink for a moment, "I will come with you. This is my decision." she turned and walked silently to a door to her left, motioning for them to follow. She served them food, told them to eat it while she packed a few belongings. Amazed at there luck, they didn't protest, merely ate and watched as she neatly placed her things into a small bag, closing it when she was done, telling them she was ready to leave. Once again they set out down the mountain, but this time the thunder that had constantly plagued them on the way up was absent, white clouds coming out to take there place. Completely taken back, each of them remained silent, keeping one eye trained on the treacherous trail, the other on the beautiful woman who had placed only soft sandals on her little feet, to there shock. "May I ask what it is I am needed for?" her sultry voice came to them, causing each of them to jump. There uneasy glances went unnoticed by her. Amy motioned to them not to speak, that she would. "I'm going to tell you the truth, my Lady. We need you to save our lives." She was quiet, her cascades of silvery hair billowing softly about her. "I see. Tell me no more. I will face my future as guardian." she turned to Amy, her eyes warm, "And please, my name is Selenity." They were all completely taken back, so much they found no words to respond to her with. Guilt that ate at them for what they knew would come to her, shame that she walked so bravely after having lived her entire life inside the temple walls, festered inside as they continued on there way. They were in sight of the village finally, and all approached, knowing that this night, Selenity's life would be forever changed. "She's perfect." Samuel breathed, watching as the Silvery Maiden sat quietly in there largest, most well kept home, sipping hot tea and smiling warmly at the group so avidly watching her. "How did you girls manage to get her to come?" Henry could hardly believe his eyes. The moment he'd seen her he'd known, and had also been shocked by the sharp desire that had flooded him. "We told her we needed her to save our lives and she came. She didn't put up a fight, merely accepted that Adonis had allowed us to make it up the mountain for a reason." Lita leaned back, stretching her muscles. "We're saved." Colin could hardly contain his joy, and the lust that seemed to want to explode from him as his gaze moved over her hungrily, "Maybe we can keep her for ourselves." the words escaped before he could stop them. The four women turned on him in fury, "Don't even THINK about it Dad!" Mina snapped, all of them finally noticing the glazed look in there fathers eyes. "I think you guys should leave. Go....get everybody ready for the Dark King. He'll be coming soon." Lita shoved the men from the house, slamming the door on them and turning back to her friends. Selenity stood and went to them, the scent of jasmine coming with her. The moment they'd gotten back they'd given her warm water to wash with and left her alone while she bathed. When they'd returned she'd been wearing another of her clinging, white gowns, her hair left loose to curl about her tiny waist, her cheeks rosy and her appearance completely perfect. "Those men. Are they your fathers?" she asked curiously, her smoky eyes drifting about the room. Raye nodded, biting back the envy inside. The woman didn't even try and she was breathtaking, "Sadly yes." "You each resemble them. But I believe its your mothers you take after. Your all so beautiful." There mouths snapped open, there eyes widening in shock, "You think WERE beautiful?" Mina asked incredulously. Selenity nodded, "Of course. Why does that surprise you?" Lita struggled to shut her gaping mouth, "Ok, have you even LOOKED in a mirror lately? Were all frogs compared to you." Her laugh was soft, soothing, "What nonsense. You don't give yourselves enough credit. Besides that, beauty is fleeting. It comes and goes. One day, I will no longer be beautiful." "No, I think you'll be beautiful until the day you die." The statement caused the four women to freeze, wondering that if in bringing her with them, they had condemned her to death under the Dark King's hand. "What is it?" Selenity asked, her voice curious. But before any of them could answer, shouts came to them from the outside, filled with both terror and excitement, "The Dark King! The Dark King is here!" "Oh God. What have we done?" The full magnitude of what they'd done filled Amy with horror, "Adonis will kill all of us. We will all be damned to hell and back for this!" Selenity immediately placed her hands on Amy's, the simple touch filling her with a curiously soothing sensation, "He would never. As long as you are under my protection, he would never harm you. Any of you." "But who will protect you?" He rode with his four Generals behind him, a small army of fifty men riding with them. Night had fallen and they'd traveled across the country toward the small village that had promised a peace offering to him. And as they'd ridden, clouds had gathered above, thunder rumbling ominously in the distance. Directing his stallion, he entered the village, aware of every gasp, every eye trained on him as he came to a halt. He wore black boots that came to mid-calf, black attire that matched his hair and brought out the snapping blue of his eyes. His mouth was set into a firm thin line, his shoulders thrown back in both pride and dominance, in a feeling of power that had come with the immense knowledge he'd obtained in his life. The huge sword at his side glistened under the moon's light, the intricate writing along the blade of another language, an ancient one that had been lost long ago. He remained atop his stallion, waiting as four men came to him, the leaders of these people. "Your majesty." they each dropped to one knee reverently, trembling with a fear none of them could hide. "So you wish to align yourselves to me?" he asked them quietly, his cold eyes surveying the small village, trying to detect any assassins that could be lying in wait. "Yes we do, your majesty. We wish for your protection." Samuel spoke, making sure to keep his eyes downcast. "You wish to avoid my blade." the Dark King said it casually, so calmly it caused chills to run along there back, "And I wish to see this offering. Bring it to me now." Guy stood and hurried away, disappearing inside a small home for a few moments. When he emerged four women followed behind him, a figure walking in the middle of them all, draped in a white cloak that seemed to be sprinkled with silvery dust. The Dark King watched the figure with some curiosity. The robe they wore was obviously made of the finest silks, a material that only he had access too. He'd taken all the riches of the world from Miles and anything that came outside his city meant it had been stolen. He motioned Malachite forward, "Arrest these men, torch the village and fields. They are thieves and will be executed tomorrow morning." With that said, he turned to go. "Wait!" Lita shouted, racing forward, "You haven't seen what we have for you!" He turned, his look full of contempt, "You dare speak to me woman? The robes this child wears are of stolen goods, from my palace. I do not tolerate thieves in my city." They were now standing next to Samuel, Colin, and Henry, who stood frozen in terror. "We didn't steal these from you." Mina cried, immediately shrinking under the Dark King's malevolent stare. "Please, at least see what is under the robes." Raye pleaded. "No. I will not." he turned to go. "My Lord." the voice came to him, sultry and erotic, a voice that seemed to wrap around him like an invisible web of desire and cause his insides to melt in unbridled desire. The raging lust that welled up inside caused the beast that he kept locked away to erupt, a beast that only emerged when he was on the battlefield, surrounded by the stench of blood and the sweat of his kills. This was new to him, foreign. Women had always held an interest in him, always kept him satisfied when he desired there company, but had never caused such emotions inside that made him want to tear any man who laid eyes on her apart. And because anything new made him suspicious, made him cautious, he slowly turned back to face the group, his cold eyes falling on the small figure clothed in the robes, covered from head to foot. He knew without asking that the voice had come from this person, that this person he had assumed was a child by there tiny size was obviously a woman. But emotions had never ruled in his life. Skill did, quick thinking, ruthlessness. Emotions were weaknesses. If one allowed them to take over, it gave the power to another. And he'd always kept his own power in his hands. He moved his stallion forward, toward them. Stopping until he was only five feet from the small figure of the woman, he ordered in a voice that was as hard as steel, "Remove your hood." It took her a moment, but she reached up, pushed it back and his eyes fell on the cascades of silvery hair that tumbled to fall to about her waist, curling at the tips. It shone brightly, like a sparkling diamond, her smoky eyes dark and settling calmly on his face. He could feel his heart begin to pound inside his chest, his eyes narrow in a passion that seemed to be spreading beyond the boundaries of his body. He could feel himself harden, swell inside his trousers, as his hands tightened on the reigns he held in his hands, his eyes traveling the length of her, covered so well in the concealing cloak. But it was the perfection of her face that made him almost tremble to his knees. It was small, oval shaped, with clear, pearly skin and rosy cheeks, her lips a full and pink pout, her eyes large. It was the color that held his gaze captive, a smoky blue that seemed to hold secrets, that seemed to call out to him in a silent plea only he could hear. Her brows added to the beauty of her eyes, dark, slashing brows that gave her the air of an enchantress, a temptress. He'd never seen such a....by the gods, not even beautiful could describe her. Gorgeous, perfect, captivating. She was so many things he couldn't even begin to imagine what word could suit her. Dimly he realized Malachite had moved his stallion forward, dismounted and was moving toward her, a gleam of pure lust evident in his blue eyes. He reacted quickly, dismounting and racing forward, unsheathing his sword to bring it up and under Malachite's chin. He angled his large body to protect hers, blocking her from his men's view. "And what do you think you are doing?" Malachite was clearly shocked by his lords reaction, but was still trying to see around him toward the girl. "If you do not want her-" "Have I said otherwise?" his sharp tone caused his head General to back off warily. Eyeing Malachite for a moment, he turned toward her, studying her closely from up close. "Where did you find her?" his voice was soft. The four women glanced uneasily at one another. "She....she lives here." "I cannot believe this. This woman is far too beautiful." Endymion reached out, cupped her chin in his hand, rubbing at the soft skin in something akin to wonder, "I have never seen such as her in all my life." "Well....her mother was beautiful too." Raye lied, flinching when he turned his hot gaze on her. "Do you women take me for an idiot?" he turned back to the vision before him, spoke in a low voice, "Your name, little one." Her eyes remained steadily on his, "I am Selenity, guardian of the temple of light, priestess under the great Adonis." she spoke evenly and with utter calm. His eyes didn't flicker, didn't leave hers, but the hand on her chin tightened. "Priestess to Adonis?" keeping his hold on her, he leaned forward suddenly, delighting in the little gasp that escaped from her when his lips hovered lightly over hers. "Don't lie to me." he whispered it menacingly, his eyes darkening, "Adonis doesn't exist." "My Lord." Malachite spoke quietly, drawing his attention although he kept his eyes on hers, "Her wrist." Frowning, Endymion moved back and took her arm in his hand, raising it to stare down at the curious tattoo she had on the inside of her wrist. The memory of the tales he'd learned when he was younger, tales of the gods, came to him. And as the tales came back, so did the realization that this tattoo was said to have been a mark of Adonis' protection, his allegiance to the one holding the tattoo. Rage boiled up inside him, dark and deadly, as his hand tightened enough to have her gasping in pain. The thought of Adonis touching her, even considering her in such high esteem, sent currents of fury coursing through him, and an undeniable need to keep her from any other man's touch. Jealousy was new to him, a different emotion, and dangerous as well. He was used to reacting to his anger and with this new emotion, he could hurt more then lead his men. Keeping his grip on her wrist, he took her with him to his waiting stallion, lifting her small figure and placing her in the saddle, swinging himself up behind her. He reigned his stallion away, turning briefly toward Malachite. "They are now under my protection. Leave men here to guard them and let no harm come to any of them." spearing each of them with a single glare, he didn't see Malachite's shock, pressing his knees into his stallions flanks and taking off, spewing up dirt behind him and disappearing into the distance. He rode long and hard, back into his city, leaving the stallion in the stables and taking her with him straight up to his room. The moment they entered his chambers he could feel her stiffen, feel her go rigid and turned just in time to watch her smoky eyes widen and fill with fear. Her fear of him, the terror that made her wrench her hand from his grip pleased him. Where there was fear, there was compliance. He circled her in the dim chambers of his room, the only light from the moon that washed inside and over them. She was beginning to tremble, her hands twisting around her robes, her eyes pinned on him. He was prowling the room like a caged animal, his dark eyes remaining on her as he moved to stand behind her, his warm breath fanning across her neck and sending unwanted shivers coursing through her. "Remove your robe." he whispered it, his voice like a silken caress along her sensitive skin. She didn't move, didn't speak. Watching her through narrowed eyes, he noted the way she seemed to straighten, throwing her head back and not moving to do his bidding. His lip curled in a silent snarl, his hand flashing like lightening to fist in her hair, dragging her head back sharply and causing her to cry out in pain. "I said 'remove your robe.'" he bit out, eerily calm despite his savage hold. Tears like crystals sprang into her eyes, glittering on her long lash's as her teeth clenched against the pain that exploded inside her head. Hurrying to do his bidding, she allowed the robe to slip from her shoulders and fall lightly at her feet, baring her exquisite form to his view. He released his grip on her, moving around her to stand before her, his eyes falling on the rise and fall of her breasts, traveling down to her tiny waist and round hips, to the legs that he could imagine wrapped around his hips as he rode her to a sweaty peak. The thought caused him to harden in immediate response, his hands to fist as he attempted to control the raging passion that wanted to explode inside him. Instead he spoke calmly once again, "Remove your dress." Her eyes whipped up to his, defiant, "No." she snapped, temper flashing into her eyes. A smirk came to his finely chiseled lips as he allowed his control to snap, allowed the raging beast he had held back to roar to life, his nostrils flaring and his eyes firing with the lust he had felt from the moment he saw her. Striding forward, he took the front of her dress and tore it roughly down the middle, revealing her pale skin, her heavy breasts thrusting forward under his hungry gaze. She gasped, attempted to cover herself even as he reached for her and took her breasts in his hands, his large body surrounding hers as he shoved her back on his bed, falling on top of her. His lips descended to her throat, teeth rough and tongue relentless, as one of his clothed knees came up to press into her moist center, hard, and begin riding her, causing her to rear up and her hands to push desperately at his chest. She couldn't see anything above him, could barely breath. It was happening too fast, too out of control. His shoulders were broad, powerful, covering her view from everything and blocking out even the light from the moon. His tongue was stroking across her frantically beating pulse, his knee pushing relentlessly against her, driving her up even as she cried out and struggled desperately away from him. His hands were at her heaving breasts, his long fingers cupping and massaging the soft orbs, his thumbs flicking over her nipples and sending an electric current throughout her body to pool curiously between her thighs. Fear such as she'd never known filled her, and another emotion seemed to take over her traitorous body as her hips rose to meet his thrusting knee. Even as her body responded to his thrusting, she pushed, struggled, shoved and tried desperately to escape him. His response was to growl menacingly against her throat, to pin her body and pound his knee against her savagely, darkly pleased when her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her lips opened in a silent plea. The dark, dominant side of his predatory nature emerged, causing him to growl deep in his throat even as her body gave itself over to his. And as her breath tore out, as his lips suckled at her throat, she heard his whisper come to her, felt it rumble from deep in his chest as a darkness seemed to take over her body from inside, as a licking fire spread from between her legs, a wondrous emotion she had never thought to feel before in her life, "Where is your god now?" And as she cried out, her body erupting against his knee, thunder exploded outside the palace and lightening lit the dark sky in a warning both were to blind to see..... Stay tuned for chapter 2. and don't forget to read and review! the more reviews I get, the faster I'll get the next chapter out! the less I get.....well you guys catch my drift.~sailorperfect@yahoo.com |