Hello again. Here is chapter 6 for those of you waiting for it. I just wanted to let everyone know that I appreciate your patience in waiting for this. My time has been greatly taken up by work. My only free time has been the weekends and work has also intruded into that terriotory. Excuses, excuses, I know. Please bear with me. ^_^. Once again, let me clarify this story. This is strictly a romance. Adult situations and hentai are all included. Some of the characters, time, places and story have changed to suit me. And we all know who the Sailor Moon characters belong to. Well, happy reading and drop me an E-mail to let me know what you think. Lady M. Harris.

 

 

MOONLIGHT MIDNIGHT GLORY

 

 

 

Chapter 6

 

 

Planet of Beryl...



"Well," Queen Metilla drawled, "have you found the princess, yet?" She demanded somewhat slowly as she watched her newest commander, Chorn. He was such a handsome one. As soon as she had much more control over him, she would gladly use him. In the field of court as well as other amusing past times.

Shaking her long, burgundy tresses over her shoulders as she leaned forward into her throne, she demanded again, "Chorn, your queen has spoken. I demand an answer."

"Yes, your majesty, I have." Chorn's mouth tighten slightly. From their standing distance, queen Metilla failed to notice his body stiffening. He resisted the urge to take a deep breath and look at the speck of white marring his impeccable uniform. Instead, he pasted on a polite smile. Why must evil castles be so dreary, he thought. He longed for his room. The solitary confinement of his room was simply a haven. Out of all the rooms of this god-awful castle, his was probably the most elegant. His floors were of polished black marble. Black velvet, satins, and sheers adorned his chambers. Beside his large bed, opened to a large balcony that over looked Beryl's largest ocean, the Sea Scorn.

"And the Blue Crystal? Was it with her?" She demanded again, leaning back into her chair. Her mind was rapidly thinking, awaiting her commander's slow response. Her long, red nails drummed her armchair, impatiently.

"Yes, my queen. It was on her neck. And it was noticeably inactive." He replied.

"Excellent. You and Beryl continue to follow them closely. Have you a plan, yet?" She asked, her amber eyes narrowing, perceptively.

"Yes, Beryl has been able to convince prince Darien to allow us to travel with them for a short distance. It is our intention to take the crystal when we arrive at the base of Mount Everrest." He finished.

"Good...good. How ironic that your mistress' family name should be Beryl!" Queen Metilla chuckled, maliciously. "Does she have any idea of what you are?"

"No, she has no suspect. She believes the story that I've told her." At Metilla's raised eyebrow, he elaborated. "She believes my story of thieving the priceless and rare stone, the Blue Millennium Crystal. She expects to fatten her coffers largely when we sell the stone." he finished, dryly.

Metilla threw back her head and laughed heartily. The sound echoed throughout the large, dank and dark throne room. "Oh, that's rich, Chorn! You do amuse me so. Once we have the Silver Crystal, what is it that you desire?" She asked him, her lips curving in amusement.

"The princess, Serenity." He answered without hesitancy.

Well, Metilla thought, he does not fear me as the others do. She didn't know whether to punish him for his impertinence or reward him.

"You do not wish to rule at my side, my dear?" She pouted.

"No, my queen." He smiled, bowing slightly. "I know you do not wish it. It is not I that you want, but the Earth's prince."

"How perceptive you are, Chorn." She smiled, warily. "How is their relationship? Serenity and Darien's? Do you sense any power in him?"

"No, I do not." He smiled back, politely. "But as far as their marriage is. It is rocky, but there is great lust between them." He knew she wouldn't like that. He wanted to laugh, but refrained from doing so. He was not ready to perish yet. From what he saw, when Beryl and him voyeured into prince's room, it was obvious to anyone how enraptured they were each other. It had not pleased Beryl either. Seeing the man she still considered herself in love with, making love to his wife with much ardor. She had shown her true colors that tonight. He arched his shoulders, slightly. He could still feel his sore skin, where Beryl's nails had raked him harshly. He had relished in her hate for him. Yet, she had been helpless, but to surrender to her body's betrayal.

"Really?" Metilla drawled, smiling somewhat. She surprised Chorn with her answer. "The hour grows late, Chorn. Perhaps, you should return to your mistress' arms before you are missed."

"Your wish is my command, your majesty." Chorn bowed deeply.

"Remember, I do watch. Do as I ask, and you will be rewarded your greatest desire." Metilla threatened and cajoled at the same. "You are dismissed, Chorn."



 



Planet of Earth...

 

A great wariness fell upon Malachite as he dismissed the ladies that had been entertaining him at the late hour. He leaned his head back on the chair and let his mind wander, pleasantly. Full of ripe, red wine, he rested his body casually against his chair. He closed his eyes and in the mists of his mind, he saw pale, pink roses. The color blossomed and changed into full lips, glistening like dew and slightly parted. Above the lips, were a pair of bewitching, clear sea-blue eyes, beckoning to him. Like a man lost in a desert searching for that eternal mirage of paradise, he continued his mind's quest. The mists swirled in his mind and changed again, forming a delicate and golden face of beauty. Then he realized that his eyes were no longer closed, but open and gazing into those luminous depths.

"Mina?" He uttered hoarsely. "Do my eyes deceive me or are you really here, standing before me?" She shook her head, the golden tresses loose and flowing like a waterfall. She put a finger to his lips, halting any questions that came to his mind.

"No, Malachite. It is I, Celine. Don't you remember?" She whispered, softly. Coward, Mina thought to herself. You should've told him it was you.

"Celine?" Malachite's words were slurred slightly. "You sure are pretty." he said as his hand reached up to clutch at her hair. It was darker in his room, since Celine entered. Her face was slightly hazy, but that was from the effects of the wine.

"Do you need some help to your bed, your lordship?" Mina asked nervously.

"Ready for the bed, already? My, Madame Winsdor trains you ladies fast." Malachite chuckled, deeply.

To her surprise, Malachite pulled her haphazardly into his lap. Causing her to gasp and stiffen from the sheer proximity of his masculine body. It was what she wanted. Yet, she had been unprepared for the intoxicating effect it had on her senses. Nor was she prepared to feel that part of him, against her firm buttocks as she squirmed and wiggled.

"Mmmm." he mumbled as he nuzzled her neck. His nose and lips traced funny little patterns on her arched neck, illicting a moan from her. "I'm not quite ready for the bed, yet. Let me taste you for a moment, shall we?" he asked, huskily.

Mina could feel her heart racing away from her. She was wearing a layered, yet sheer white toga to go with the scenery of his room. In spite of the layers, her body felt overheated. She could feel her legs beginning to tremble as his lips made its way down her neck and to the middle of her chest. Malachite reached and cupped an exposed, full breast. She was helpless but to watch, as Malachite brought the hard, crimson nipple into his mouth.

His arm tighten like a steel vise around her as a moan escaped from her lips. Spiraling desire washed over her as Malachite's tongue worked its magic over her. He flicked the nipple over and over again with his tongue, enjoying the sounds that came from the woman on his lap. His other hand quickly unfastened the clasp that held the other breast confined. With that loosened, he swooped down to torture the other breast. Mina's mind became incoherent. Her body arched to enjoy the rapturous, paralleling desire that was unfolding within her. It engulfed her like a raging fire, spreading its wings and taking flight throughout her. She cried out, one of her hands clutching his long, white hair and the other caressing his arm.

He had had eoungh of this game. Getting up suddenly, he knocked over his chair as he gathered Mina in his arms. He threw her on his large ornament bed, causing her to gasp loudly. For a moment, he took his time to admire her form. She was more than he had ever dreamed of, in his dreams. Her long, golden hair spilled onto the bed and surrounded her like a golden halo. Her breasts were full with deep, pink-tipped nipples. Her waist was slim and hollow. The thick, golden brush of her woman mound beckoned him with the promise of succulent honey. Long, curveous legs finished her trim body. A woman meant to love and be to loved. He quickly covered her with his body, throwing a large thigh over her legs to keep her still.

"Now, I'm ready for bed." He groaned as her body arched against his member.

"Yes, I'm well aware of that, my lord." Mina huskily replied, trying to control her breathing.

"Now is the time to back out, Celine." Malachite whispered into the darkness, noticing the slight stiffening at the name. Silly girl. Did you think to fool your future husband, Mina. Witch. Sorceress. Love of my life. I will teach you a lesson, he thought smiling as he withheld himself from her.

Again, she surprised him. She opened her legs, bringing her desire into contact with her inner woman folds. This almost undid both of them, as they cried out from the sheer force of fire building between them. Then her limbs wrapped around his hips, as he lay on her, pulsating.

"There is no turning back." She whispered back as she breathed in tiny, heated breaths. So be it. Malachite thought she was Celine. It would be her secret, until she could finally tell him how much she loved him. When she was sure she had won his heart.

"No, not anymore." Malachite hoarsely cried out as he pulled back and then powerfully impaled her. It was a clean, smooth and deep surge into her. Her barrier snapped and the pain boiled her over as she cried out, biting his neck. But she did not tell him to stop. She did not want him to know, who she was and that she had been a virgin. She wanted him to think she was Madame Winsdor's girl, Celine. Celine the whore, who was not a virgin.

Yet, he stayed where he was. The sweat was beginning to bead on his forehead and his arms trembled with his body. His body was screaming for fulfillment, to move in her and take her with him. My love, my love, he thought. What a brave girl you are. I can still hear your quiet sobbing, no matter how you muffle it against my neck, love.

Without being conscious of it, his body began to move in her. Mina had taken the lead while his thoughts were centered on her cries of pain. The pain began to diminish as something else she could not understand took control over her. A kind of fire at the pit of her stomach that had nothing to with pain that came from her barrier being broken. Her cries of pain were then replaced with cries of pleasure. They mingled with Malachite's.

When Malachite did come, he had to bite his lips from crying out Mina's name. It was no easy task, considering he wanted to shout out her name to the world.

Together they became one. One with their bodies. One with their minds and one with their hearts.

 

 

The sound of a door closing woke him. Malachite sat up in bed, clearing the fog that swim beneath the surface of sleep. He looked over next to him, where Mina had been asleep next to him. The pillow was empty. Malachite smiled mischievously into the darkness. Perhaps, I will go along with this game, he thought. Could he handle the sheer torture it would be not to touch her, he pondered. Ah, he thought, but that would just make bringing the truth to light so much more sweeter in the end. This time he chuckled aloud, then laid back in bed to plan his strategy.