| Author's Note: Ok, I can tell a lot of people have been waiting for this fanfic. All those e-mails with death threats. HaHa. So this chapter is mostly going to be lemon, you should be able to tell that by the title. But its good! I had a hell of a time writing this. So please read it, and don't forget to review it. Later! **Edited by Denial 12.05.02** The Dark King Chapter 2: Seduction The booming thunder, the huge sound reverberating off the walls of his rooms caused her eyes to snap open against the darkness surrounding her, to stare up at him in horror as his knee began nudging her once again. "Nooooo." She moaned softly, unable to help the spiraling emotions she was struggling to bite down, "Stop it. Adonis-" His snarl cut her off, his head lifting from her throat, the hands at her breasts turning brutal, "You will NEVER speak his name while in my bed." He warned, watching impassively as she winced from the pain he knew he caused her. "Stop it. Let me go then because you frighten me. I don't want this." But even to her own ears the lie sounded weak, as something tingled between her thighs as he rubbed his knee enticingly against her. "Don't you?" he smiled, dark and menacing, "We'll see." "No, you mustn't. Ado-" she cut off when she saw his dark head lower once again, felt something soft rasp across one of her hardened nipples, "By the gods!" She nearly came off the bed, her hands combing through his dark hair to grip and hold, as his tongue lapped hungrily at her nipple. His chuckle was soft, low, his breath warm as it blew gently across her breasts when he spoke, "You taste delicious, little one." And she did, his mind filling with the intoxicating scent and taste of her, his tongue dragging across her nipples as he felt her small body buck beneath the rugged steel of his. She couldn't focus, couldn't will enough energy to shove him away, to control her body and stop his pursuit, "I don't....I want...." "I know what you want." he tore his shirt off, unable to bear being separated from her by the thin piece of silk, "I'll give it to you." Clamping his lips over the small nub, he sucked savagely, one hand descending to where his knee had kept her wet and ready for his next assault. When she felt his chest, hard as iron touch her, felt the soft hair on his chest tickling her stomach and breasts, she arched mindlessly into his hand. And groaned when his teeth nipped at her, his tongue immediately laving the small hurt as if to mend it. "I can't, I can't, I can't." she chanted the words even as her small hands came up to stroke over his hard back, to feel the ripple of power and muscle beneath her fingertips. The air around them was thick with desire, with the little moans coming from inside her throat. The moans turned into a sudden sharp scream as she felt his fingers plunge inside, as she felt him rub and grind against where his knee had just been. "That's it." he murmured it against her breast darkly, suckling at her as he ground his hand harder inside her, "That's it little one. Let go and give it to me." She arched into his mouth and hand, gripped his dark head in her hands as the passion rose again. "Stop." Panic came with it, the heights her body was reaching frightening her more with each passing moment, "Stop, please." "I don't want you to beg me to stop. I want you to beg me for more." the moment her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she cried out, her body bowing back like a tightly strung bow, his lips descended her smooth body to her belly, his tongue swirling still lower as she struggled to control the orgasm that had ripped through her. His hands, large and dark against the milky whiteness of her, slid down her waist and around to the insides of her thighs, roughly shoving them apart as he thrust his tongue into where his fingers had just been. Her scream echoed in his ears, her mindless cries. He felt her hips rising and falling in snapping spasms as his tongue and teeth drove her to yet another ruthless climax. He rose above her, his lips following the line of her belly to her breasts, his tongue swirling around each nipple until they were hard little peaks. And gripping her hips in his strong hands, he moved his mouth up her throat until his lips covered hers for the first time, one hand coming up to grip her head in his hand and slant her lips under his. She could deny him nothing. His tongue was pushing inside, touching hers, the heat and taste like nothing she had ever had before. She felt his other hand, big and rough, descending to pull and tear at his trousers as he kept his lips glued to hers. She could feel herself falling into a dark tunnel, lower and lower, his lips the only feeling moving through her. Her hands came up to stroke his cheeks in an absentminded caress, his lips becoming savage over hers. It was when she felt him, huge and hard against her inner thigh, that she froze beneath him, her eyes snapping open and filling with panic. She began to struggle, attempting to tear her lips from his but failing when he kept them attached to hers, his hand pushing her thighs apart to allow him access. She managed finally to tear her lips from his and immediately began pushing, "Stop! Don't! Let me go! You damn yourself if you do this!" He lifted his head and it was then that she saw his eyes, dark and deadly, beyond reason. "I would damn everything to hell for one taste of you." his voice was low and vibrating with unbridled lust as held himself poised above her. Bringing his hand up to tangle into her silvery hair, he crushed her lips with his just before his hips lunged forward and penetrated, pinning her submissively beneath him. Her muffled cry of pain and alarm was drowned out by the roaring thunder that suddenly erupted across the sky, the tears that came to her eyes leaking out to pool beside her temples. She attempted to shove him away but he held her still, his body utterly still above hers as the thunder rumbled so loudly it shook the earth, the lightening coming on its heels flashing through the dark room and illuminating the two figures locked together on the large bed. "Damn Adonis...." he watched her eyes widen in shock and fear," and damn my soul too." Covering her lips with his once again, he withdrew from inside her, only to return once again, causing her to gasp out loud at the sensation of being so completely filled. He was moving inside her now, slowly and surely, and with it came more pleasure then even before. His body was hot beneath her hands, large and dominating, his body surging forward continuously, demanding she climb the peak with him. The pain had passed and now a dark sensation seemed to fill her, a building of something she was almost terrified of as his lips left hers to travel down to her breasts. The moans his mouth had muffled escaped free now, her lips open in cries of joy as his hips began moving faster, harder, as his teeth hooked one of her nipples and pulled before drawing her into his mouth. "Ooooh...." her hips were rising to meet his, her hands roaming restlessly over his back, "oh my..... oooooh..." "Your mine." he murmured it against her breast, his tongue lapping restlessly against her nipple as he swelled inside her, hardened at the delirious feeling of her gripping him so tightly, sliding over him, only to release him, then grip him once again. His head began to swim with the incredible sensation, his hips to plunge harder as he felt her tighten around him, her body freezing beneath him as she reached the pinnacle of orgasm. Thrusting harder, surging deeper, he buried his face in her hair and plunged with her. They sat huddled together in Amy's home, shivering when another shout of thunder erupted across the sky, a clap of white lightening screeching through the darkness and frightening them even more. Amy sat with her knees drawn into her chest, her blue eyes dark and haunted. "Its Adonis. He's going to kill us for what we've done." "We did what we had to do." Raye said, but her voice was trembling, "He has to understand that." "The only thing he can understand right now is that his priestess has been violated." Mina whispered, "Who knows? What if he had been saving her for himself? What if Selenity had been meant for him?" "We don't know that." Lita snapped, "Only Selenity does. And she came willingly. She....it was her own choice." But the guilt was beginning to come, as she had known it would. "We can only hope Selenity knows how to handle this. Its out of our hands." Amy glanced out into the storm, hoping with all her heart the beautiful maiden would be safe. She lay beneath him, struggling to bring herself back to her own body, to bring herself back to the present time. She blinked to clear her clouded vision, stared up at the ceiling of his large bed, at the silk drapes surrounding them. She was studying where he lived when she heard the storm outside, saw the lightening flash and gave her a momentary glimpse of him staring down at her, his eyes dark and impassive. The enormity of what she'd done hit her and she felt disgusted, ashamed. She'd allowed him to take, had wanted him to touch her, to kiss and caress her. She had always known what she was meant for all her life, and in an instant that had changed, leaving her taken and confused. She felt his hand move up from her hip to cup her breast and began to struggle, "Stop it. Let me go! You've done enough, let me have peace!" His hand didn't move, merely continued massaging her breast, molding it to fit into his palm. "There is something you must realize right now." his voice was low, controlled now, unlike before when it had seemed to tremble as his body had moved inside hers, "You belong to me. To ME! Adonis does not rule in your life, will never rule it again. I do. You will remain here with me, to please as much as I want, whenever I want." She stopped struggling to stare up at him, then suddenly smiled slowly, "I belong to Adonis, no other. I serve him and protect this world from perishing under his hand. If you keep me here-" "I AM keeping you here. Listen well Selenity, do not ever attempt to defy me." he bent his head, flicked a tongue over her aching nipple and watched it harden in immediate response. "If you do..." he let his voice drift off, the threat remaining loud and clear in her mind. She had known evil existed in this world, had always known it. But had never imagined it would be the one to take her innocence, to make her body want with such a raging desire. She had never once imagined her life had been leading to this. But in the next second his lips crushed down on hers, the kiss savage and hungry enough to wipe her mind clean of all thoughts as his body surged into hers once again. Malachite was studying the map of the southern region the next morning, Julius, Kendrick, and Gregori all standing around him. He was frowning deeply as Gregori relayed information to him of how heavily guarded the region was, of how Miles may have allowed the Northern regions to be taken over but was taking no chances with what he had left. "We have someone who can lead us to him." Malachite rubbed his chin, his blue eyes remaining on the map spread out before him in the war room, "If they are able too, we murder the rebels leader. It will confuse them and give us the upper hand." "Your right. But that won't be easy. Miles is an excellent swordsman, and also heavily guarded. He's no fool. He knows Endymion is clever and could at any moment find a way to him." Kendrick said grimly. "Endymion will find a way. He always does." Julius spoke with pride for his King. "Speaking of Endymion, where is he?" Gregori's dark eyes scanned the war room, then landed on Malachite, "I've never known him to sleep this late." "If you had that Silvery Maiden next to you, wouldn't you be sleeping this late as well?" Kendrick chuckled. "I wouldn't waste my time SLEEPING with her." Julius added, the men all laughing together. Endymion strode into the room, gaining his men's attention and there smirks, "Julius." Julius immediately came to attention, "My Lord." "I need you to ride to the village I brought Selenity from and bring me back this man who will lead me to Miles." Endymion went to the map, his men moving aside to allow him to look down upon it, "I want them here in less then two hours." "Yes, my Lord." Julius nodded once before turning and leaving the room. They were silent as there King studied the map with a deep frown on his face. Kendrick finally broke the silence. "I take it you had a....restful night." he stated, smiling when Endymion fixed him with a dark look. "My Lord." he quickly added. He didn't answer, merely continued his study of the map. Malachite cleared his throat, stepping forward, "My Lord?" Endymion frowned, straightening to look at his head General, who seemed suddenly nervous. He had never known Malachite to be nervous about anything before in the past, "What is it Malachite?" "I wish to speak with your permission, my Lord." he said solemnly, his hands folded behind his back. Endymion gave his man his full attention, "Permission granted. Speak." Malachite had never thought to actually be ASKING his King for something. He had always thought to help in his campaign, to be his head General and help him rule, but he had never thought to actually hope, deeply hope with his entire being, to have something that belonged to him. "The priestess of Adonis, Selenity." he made sure to keep his voice even and calm, "When you no longer want her or have need of her, I would...I would wish to have her for myself, my Lord." He kept his eyes on his Lord's face, watched the Dark King's eyes sharpen, turn suddenly a dark, violent blue. Gregori noticed the change as well and stepped forward to come between them just as Endymion moved toward Malachite, his hand going for the dagger at his side. "Calm yourself." Gregori knew he risked the Dark King's wrath, but he couldn't allow him to murder Malachite outright, "His request is reasonable enough. My Lord, we all know you change your women periodically. Malachite merely wish's to keep this one when your through with her." Endymion immediately backed off, turning his back on them and rubbing at his temples. He had never, ever come that close to attacking his second in command. He and Malachite had always worked side by side, fought battles together, conquered nearly the whole of Earth together. And here he had come close to attacking him over a woman. A woman who had kept him awake all night, he thought, his mind drifting toward her. The moment they had climaxed together he had began moving his hands over her body, unable to get enough of her. His ferocious appetite had not been quenched, not even close. This want, this desire, worried him, especially now when he had almost attacked his head General. And it WAS reasonable that Malachite would want her when he was done with her. It was true he usually discarded women when he tired of them, or found the next best one. But with her....he shook his head abruptly. No, it didn't matter. He had never kept a woman and would not begin to now. Even if she WAS Adonis' priestess; even if she had satisfied him like nothing or no one had ever before in his life.... Shaking himself, he turned to Malachite, "What do you wish to do with her?" Malachite saw how the Dark King's eyes had turned ice cold and it made him cautious, "I would marry her, my Lord." Endymion's eyes didn't change, didn't waver. "We will see." he turned back to the maps. He could make him no promises, no matter how unreasonable he was reacting. Malachite was silent a moment. Endymion would tire of her, of that he was sure. "As you wish, my Lord." "For now we must plan on how we will kill Miles. This world is close to coming under my control. The sooner that happens, the better." She woke because her body was throbbing, bringing her out of her peace filled dream. She had been with her mother and as always, being with her had filled her with tranquility as nothing else ever had. Her entire body ached, but it was between her thighs where the true soreness was. And what a surprise, she thought grimly as she drew the sheets up and inspected her nude body. He had not allowed her to sleep all night, had rode her over and over again until she thought her body might just give out beneath his from exhaustion. At least he was gone, which brought her relief. He wouldn't attempt to jump her for now. The man was detestable. He had no consideration for her, had treated her as if she was a mule, an animal for him to do with as he pleased. And she was no mule. She was the guardian of Earth, priestess to Adonis. While he spilled blood and conquered land and armies, she made sure to communicate with Adonis and keep this planet safe. She couldn't remain here, she couldn't. The man was insufferable! It didn't matter if he could set her body on fire with one touch, she WOULD NOT remain with him. No matter that he had threatened her if she tried to escape. Death sounded much better then remaining as his mule. She climbed from the bed, keeping the sheet wrapped around her body as she surveyed the room. Her gown from the night before was in shreds on the floor. The memory of him tearing it from her body brought a vague tingle of desire that she quickly squashed. He was a caveman, an idiot. Could he not have at least taken it off as a true gentlemen? Of course not! It was then she saw the gown draped across a large chair near the fireplace. It was beautiful, a snowy white with threads of silver and blue shot through it. It looked almost exactly like the gown she had worn the night before, but the neckline plunged dramatically more. She fingered the gown, her eyes studying it. It was beautiful, more beautiful then anything she'd ever worn, but HE had given it to her. She hated the fact that wearing it might give him some pleasure, especially if he knew how much she hated him. But it was something and she couldn't escape wearing only this sheet. And since he might return at any moment, she tossed the sheet and quickly slipped into the gown, tying it from behind as she tossed her long, silvery hair over her shoulder. Escaping would be hard, she knew. A man like him wouldn't be so much of an idiot that he wouldn't have this palace of his patrolled continuously day and night. But it didn't matter. She HAD to try. She went to the door and opened it, peeking outside to see that there were no men outside the doors to his chambers. Obviously he was completely sure she would listen to him and not escape. Ha! He was in for a surprise. She slipped outside, shutting the door to his chambers behind her and quickly making a dash down the long hall, hiding behind a stone statue as two guards walked by. Once they had passed, she continued on her way, slinking from corner to corner until she made it to the stairs, where she ran down and hid behind the spiraling staircase as another group of guards walked by. She spotted some doors that were thrown open, decided those could be her escape route. Glancing from side to side, she darted across the marble floor and outside, coming to an abrupt halt when she realized she had just come across a magnificent garden. It was...gorgeous. Beautiful, absolutely breathtaking. She'd seen pictures of them in books, but had never actually seen one in person. Now that she stood before one, she was completely taken back. She heard footsteps, hurried steps and quickly ran through the row of roses to duck down and hide. She watched through the rose bush's to see several guards race by inside the palace, whispering to one another, all of them looking frightened. She wondered what could have frightened them so much. Just as she was musing over this she heard him, his roar filling the quiet palace and echoing outside, "FIND HER!! I want the village surrounded, I want every exit to the outside closed off and guarded!! By the gods, I'll kill all of you if she escapes! FIND HER NOW!!!" She heard the threat and knew it was true, that he would carry it out. The knowledge that she had done this, that she had caused such blinding, murderous rage, made her tremble with fear. And if all the exits were closed off and heavily guarded, how would she ever escape? There had to be a way. She would just have to find one. Crawling along the stone floor on her hands and knees, she made sure to stay down or else some guard would see her. She didn't think she would be able to face this side of him just yet. She crawled quickly when she spotted the end of the row, headed for it only to bump her head into something hard and unyielding. She froze, terror filling her at the realization that she had been found. She looked up slowly, at the black boots reaching mid-calf, at the black trousers and black shirt, her eyes moving over the tanned, strong arms that rippled with muscle, up his neck and to his face. She was somewhat relieved to find it was the Dark King's head General, an extremely handsome man with deeply set blue eyes and lustrous white hair that was fashioned short. She remembered him from yesterday, recalled the way he had walked purposely toward her, the way those blue eyes had stared at her with something akin to savage hunger. The same way they were looking at her now, she realized with some unease. She stood reluctantly, dusting the gown off and craning her neck back to look up at him. She felt tiny next to him, the top of her head barely reaching to just beneath his chin. But nonetheless, she looked up at him, defiance in her smoky eyes. His hand came up, gently brushing at the silvery hair that had fallen across her cheek, his thumb stroking across her cheek, "I am Malachite, head General to his majesty the Kings troops, my Lady. You have no need to fear me." he couldn't help himself, not when she was so close and they were alone. He bent and brushed his lips across hers, lightly and with no pressure. "Selenity....." he whispered it, the sound coming out in a deep sigh. Her eyes widened, but she didn't move back, "Would your King not be angry to know you were here with me, kissing what he thinks of as his?" He studied her, the smoky eyes that stared unblinkingly into his. "Perhaps. Perhaps not." he wanted to tell her she would belong to him one day, wanted very badly to tell her, but couldn't. Even he knew Endymion would not tolerate such an interference. Tilting his head, he attempted to lay his lips over hers, only to watch as she backed away a step. "I don't think you should do that." she placed a hand on his broad chest when he took a step toward her, "I don't need another domineering male trying to take over my life as well." "I wouldn't take over your life. Selenity, I lov-" "Malachite!" Endymion's voice came to them, filled with rage and an underlying note of panic he was struggling to hide, "Have you-"he stopped when he saw her, his eyes sweeping over her form and taking in the gown he had given her. Striding forward, he gripped her arm and hauled her into him, his lips taking hers in a hungry kiss. Malachite watched this, struggling to hide the jealousy and hurt that boiled to the surface. With his head bent, he turned and left them alone. Selenity managed to shove him away, but his arms didn't release her, "Do you always have to treat me like an animal?" she snapped, shoving at his chest. He bent his head to her throat, his tongue sweeping across her sensitive flesh and sending an electric current coursing through her. "I told you not to attempt to escape or there would be consequences." his voice was quiet, full of suppressed rage. "On the dawn, one of those men from that village I found you at will be hung and his body put on display. Every time you attempt to escape me, someone will die for your disobedience." She gasped, her eyes filling with horror, "You monster! How dare you! What right do you have to kill men for such a pathetic act!" she watched his eyes narrow in warning and swallowed. "If I promise not to attempt ever to escape you again, will you not harm anyone?" His eyes remained on her face, dark and ice cold, "You must swear." he took her wrist and lifted it, displaying the tattoo, "Swear it on him!" She looked down at the tattoo, shut her eyes tight, "I swear on Adonis I will never attempt to escape you again." "Good. Now, come with me. I wish for privacy for us." he took her hand and dragged her through the palace, up the stairs and to his chambers, where he shut the door with a definitive snap. "Remove your gown." Not wanting a repeat performance of last night, she quickly removed it, letting it fall at her feet. She looked up at in time to see he was naked now and striding toward her, pushing her back on his bed, his large body falling on top of hers. Not again, she thought with horror, unable to help her body from arching into his hand as his fingers plunged inside, his lips traveling down from her throat to her breasts. His mouth was already suckling her breast, his hand drifting away from between her thighs to allow him to plunge forward, causing her to rear up, her hands gripping the mattress beneath them. She could hear his breath panting out next to her cheek, feel his hips moving tirelessly against hers, his mouth turning ferocious at her breast, his tongue sweeping across her nipple. Shutting her eyes tight, she gave him everything, gave him her body, gave him what he wanted, what his body demanded. And thought nothing of the consequences to come. I know this chapter was kind of short, at least compared to my other fics it was really short. But I'm doing this story in sections and each chapter has a single purpose. The next one will reveal more about Miles and move a little more into the plot....I think. Not too sure yet, its a shady future. Anyone have any suggestions? I'd love to hear them! So I hope you guys enjoyed this one(I know it had a lot of lemon, but it did warn you guys) and don't forget to read and review! I'll only update this one faster if I know people are reading it. Otherwise, it'll be slow updates. So review!!!~sailorperfect@yahoo.com |