Standard Disclaimers apply: Characters in this story belong to Naoko Takeuchi, etc. Insert your own hentai disclaimer here:__________________________ Warning to the reader: This fanfic is only mildly provocative. Hope you enjoy! Any comments are welcome at: ayfl@hotmail.com Copyright 1998 to Lunar Rose ------------------------------ The Beginning of the Ending ------------------------------- I watched them silently, always there but never noticeable. "Who am I?" you ask. A word of the wise: Do not pry into my affairs and I will not pry into yours. Who I was made no difference in this matter for I was no one of importance. I was a shadow, ever present, ever watchful. I was my master's loyal servant accomplishing his every bidding. I was HIS and that was all that mattered and ever mattered. Endymion, my master and my nemesis, was my everything, the entire world on which my existence depended upon. He was a ruthless soldier mercilessly hacking his enemies to their agonizing deaths. Blood was his fountain of life, those red vital juices that poured from his victim's gashes. Hatred fueled him. Revenge guided him. Endymion was a man to fear and to obey. Love was but a meaningless word, pretty yet a mere poet's fancy. Lust was a moment in time where surrender was inevitable. Endymion had never loved nor did he believe he could ever love. Love was a weakness, a flaw that could be easily avoided. Yet here he was guided by his seemingly sweet angel into a realm he had never set foot upon. The realm of love, the foundation of all life. It was a place where the poets lived in their fantasies, so immersed in their imagination with their inspiring muses. It was the sphere dominated by Aphrodite and Eros, their infamous love lives becoming legends to everyone and no one. His sweet angel, his guiding light was pure. She was untouched by his callousness, his infinite capacity to hate. She complimented him, that she always did. She was the light, he was the dark. She was the innocent day, he the sinister night. His unconquerable heart was conquered by something as old as time. The everlasting miracle of love. He helped her into his chambers, carefully and tenderly as if he held the most priceless treasure within his arms. His midnight-coloured hair glistening in the moonlight, her serene rays casting a silvery sheen upon his untamed hair. His eyes were tempestuous in their desire and in their devotion. His face was clouded with an emotion that both he and I had never thought possible. In the chamber they both went, smiling and regaling in each other's appreciative gaze. Endymion's muse was unlike any woman he had ever met, his beautiful Selenity. He had always preferred those who were dark and robbed from the foolish notion of love. Those women were always blatantly sensual in their appearance and their movements. But that was in the past, his glorious past of military triumph and destruction. She was blessedly born to love with her unfathomable capacity for affection. Her golden hair, as lustrous as those of Aphrodite, fell in artless waves down her back. Eyes were the window to one's soul. How very, very true. Her cerulean eyes were always filled with light and laughter causing her face to light up like that of an angel. With her body pressed securely against his, she had let her eyes wander around the room in which he had lived all his life. The chamber was large, enormous actually. It was furnished with the best of everything for Endymion deserved only the best. The floor was covered with the never-ending pattern of a mosaic, its colours dark and earthy. Silk drapes bedecked the darkly furnished room. They were black as were the sheets, the table cloth and the bed. Made of ebony, the bedposts, so intricately carved, stood proudly like stone pillars in the night. Simply said, the chamber reflected Endymion himself. He kissed her then, crushing her lusciously pouty lips to his. The kiss deepened, he sought the sanctuary of her mouth with his naughty tongue. She gasped in surprised delight. Her shapely arms wrapped around his neck while her hands lodged themselves into his thick hair. His hands moved over her young body still in the process of blooming. His large hands cupped her breasts lightly, then moved lower. They traced the rounded curves of her hips admiringly before lifting her deliciously plump buttocks to feel his mounting desire, his swollen loins. The kiss broke abruptly, both breathless and shaken by its passion. Endymion devoured the awesome sight of her with his eyes. Those turbulent eyes swept lovingly across her passion-swollen lips, so full and sweet. Down her graceful neck they traveled to her heaving bosom. Her nipples like little berries puckered the silky fabric of her dress. Endymion's eyes darkened to indigo as he met Selenity's gaze. The gaze was innocently sensual full of promises. Moving like shadows in the night, they reached his bed illuminated by the moonlight. A soft breeze entered the chamber, a dainty rose scent mingling with the warm breeze. Endymion reached down to nibble her white neck, gently at first then hungrily with increased urgency. Slowly he worked his way down to where the fine cloth met her enticing flesh above her full breasts. Luckily he grasped her tighter to his hard body. It seemed that the earth had shifted no longer supporting her and her limbs. He lowered his head down to her bountiful breasts and began to kiss them through the fabric. She began to shake wantonly against him mindless in her own desire. Selenity's eyes widened as she felt his manhood, throbbing painfully, against the core of her being. She felt the oddest sensation travel from her breasts downwards to her secret place coated by a sudden warmth and wetness. He laid her down on the bed and he proceeded to divest himself of his clothing. Endymion's body, all hard and muscular, was barely visible in the darkness as he lowered himself beside her. Slowly he undressed his love with devotion. With the gown peeled off her naked glory, he began his assault anew with a new feverish exigency. He plunged his tongue in her mouth searching and seeking for her honey. while insinuating to her of what was to come. He cupped her bountiful breasts into his large, callused hands while tenderly kneading the smooth flesh. Endymion kissed her harder like a man drowning, needy and desperate. She heard him groaning, a primitive sound from deep within his chest. Thinking his battle wound must still be painful, she kissed it lovingly as if to take all the pain away from his tortured soul. She kissed the ugly scar as if it were the most heavenly thing in the world. Endymion was touched by her kind concern and wondered how he could ever have survived without her, this irreplaceable mistress of his damned heart. His hands never ceased their movement, kneading and stroking every part of her wondrous body. She responded to his touch, arching and occasionally writhing. Selenity groaned in the back of her throat, heedless to everything but him and what was happening to her at that unforgettable moment. Endymion could hold back no longer, his face a mask of hungry longing. At the sight of her mounting excitement, he nearly lost control as the woman he loved writhed for him, wanting him to complete her. He had never felt this way about any woman before no matter how skilled in the arts of the bedroom she was. "Please," Endymion rasped out while his manhood pressed against her milky thigh. She looked at him beneath her impossibly long lashes, a small, seductive smile playing on her ruby lips. She was playing a temptress, a goddess yearning to surrender. She nodded her delicate head as she licked her lips slowly and wetly. He groaned as he kissed her again before he began to devotedly lavish his attention on her succulent flesh. He kissed her breasts once more, drawing her rosy nipple into his mouth, completely besieging her with want. Endymion had let his hands wander downwards until they coaxingly parted her shapely thighs. He reached down with his fingers to discover her heated petals yielding to his touch beneath her fine wisps of flaxen down. He forgot his promise to go slow for her readiness nearly undid him. Her warmth and wetness, so very inviting. He captured her lips with his as he slowly entered her, his beloved. Her exquisite tightness closed around him, luxuriously entrapping him within her. He stopped when he reached the sacred entrance to her precious citadel. He stroked her then, rubbing his fingers over her sensitive flesh coating it again with her honeyed moisture. Suddenly with one swift thrust, he breached her virginity without any regret at the refreshing, new turn in his life. She arched her back acrobatically allowing him to drive further into her tunnel. He tried to stop to allow her time to adjust to the experience and his size, but she wouldn't let him. She wrapped her long legs around his narrow hips impelling him to continue. Then together, they began the dance as old as time itself.... For the both of them, it was the ending of the beginning and the magnificent beginning of the ending.