Hello again. Here is the eagerly awaited chapter that everyone seems to be Emailing me for. Okay, so I lied. There is some fighting in it, but no one has transformed into a Sailor Senshi. Yet. Please be easy on me, I've never written a fighting scene. And yes, I'm already working on chapter 5, which I feel will have sparks flying between Darien and Serena. An introduction to a new character, you'll all grow to hate, perhaps. (Hint, a rival) Sorry, it is such a short chapter. Chapter 1-3 took approximately three months to develop with numerous interruptions. Well, eoungh of all the explanations. And we all know who the Sailor Moon characters belong to. Not mine, that's for sure. Well, drop me an Email, I really do love them. Happy reading! Lady M. Harris.

 

 

Moonlight Midnight Glory

 

 

CHAPTER 4

 

It wasn't until much later, did Serena feel as if she could finally lift her limbs. She protested lightly when Darien detangled himself from her clinging body. The coolness of the air swept into their blankets as he left their haven. Only to come back with a cold towel to wipe the smeared, dried blood on her inner thighs. Serena supposed she should have been embarrassed, when his sure hands parted her thighs to delve between them.

The initial penetration had hurt briefly, and there hadn't been very much blood. She certainly didn't feel sore. Yet, it was very stirring to watch Darien's dark head bent over the task of wiping her.

As if she had spoken, he looked up at her, their gazes locking. Intentionally, the act of wiping her changed. The wipe became a stroke. With the shift of his hand, his fingers began to lightly graze her nub, back and forth, back and forth. Serena felt her legs slightly stiffen, her breath catching. Again, the center of her unfolded, pooling in desire. She almost moaned when her gaze wandered down Darien's hard belly to catch sight of his swollen shaft.

"Ahh, Serena..." he groaned into her neck, as he settled once again, between her thighs. "It seems, as if my good intentions of being the considerate lover, has flown out the door where you're concerned," he uttered hoarsely, even as he began to move deeply in her.

 

 

In another part of their encampment, Princess Mina, heir to the throne of Venus, the Planet of Love, raised her slumbering head. She felt the traditional tingling that was only associated with true lovers. She thought of home, and knew her mother would know of the Supreme Princess consummating her marriage. Knowing the rituals of Venus, her mother would already be in the state of bestowing the gift of all knowing love to the lovers. She could, since she was the Queen and ruler of Venus, actually feel their union. Mina was glad for the moment, that it was not she in the ruling seat, and that she could not feel their union. Serena was one of her closest friends. She felt that such an intimate act should be solely private and precious. The tingling sensations she couldn't help, since it was in her heritage.

A knowing smile slowly made its way across her sleepy face. She had known it was coming, sooner or later. As she had guessed, alot sooner than Serena had expected. She wondered if Malachite, had known. Judging by the look he had given her the day before, when Serena had suddenly cried out for no apparent reason, he had known something was going on.

She laid her head back down, snuggling deeper into her covers and wondered about Malachite. She wondered what he was doing, probably bored with all the scouting they had to do. How could such an obviously handsome and quick mind man, be unattached as he was? How would Venus react to the union of an Earthling?

She remembered that she was promised to a very prominent merchant on Venus, when she became of age. She became of age at the end of the year. For some reason, Malachite attracted her as no other had. It went past the crushes she had had in the past. From the first moment they had met, she had felt the instant friendship and awareness of each other. She had, like never before, wondered what Malachite would be like as husband. She wondered what Malachite thought of her. Unlike before, she wondered if he would even consider her as a future wife. Feeling her confidence in herself slip, she cursed herself. Yet, she wondered again, if he had a girlfriend or someone he loved, back at home. She could, if she wanted to, add a Venus love potion. But, she wanted Malachite to come to love her for who and what she was. Chiding herself, she thought perhaps she should wait it out and see if he was at all interested in her.

 

 

The attack came early that morning. When the first filtering streaks of sunlight passed through the dense leaves of the trees.

Serena and Darien were both awake by then. Serena had fallen into a light sleep after they had made love a second time. Darien had lain awake, his body tense with danger still lurking behind the dark bushes and trees. Making love to Serena had only served to lighten the tension within his own body and mind. With their lives still a stake, he had remained alert and restless.

There was now a sense of fierce protectiveness for Serena, his wife. A fierce protectiveness that he would give his life for, and unbelievably for the new life that lay within Serena's belly.

With their union, came the discovery of their powers harnessing together and becoming one. He was amazed at the changes within himself and Serena's. Sharpened awareness and a sense of a clear sixth sense. A not uncommon sense that was associated with animals. The fact that he knew Serena had conceived, was eoungh to humble a man to his knees. That it was his child, his daughter, completely took his breath away. He knew what Serena was thinking of most of the time. He could sense her inexperienced mind, reaching out to him with invisible hands, as astounded as he was over their child.

He remembered how she had awaken with the knowledge of herself conceiving. Her lovely features had been incredulous. Her hands were shaking, with her fingers covering instinctively over her flat abdomen where their child lay nestled, it's tiny heart beating furiously. Their gazes had locked with amazement, mirroring on both of their faces. The shock and something else neither of them could define.

He felt her sudden joy, that was only eclipsed by his own. He also felt her fear, and the sudden clarity of their current situation, almost toppling him over. Even with these amazing powers he had been blessed with, he, at the moment, was rendered powerless. He could not even defend his tiny precious daughter against the perpetuating evil that was descending upon his world and the other surrounding planets. If he could not defend his daughter or this intricate woman who was his wife, what was the point of being bestowed these powers.

In an instant, he had communicated his desperate feelings to Serena. She in return, her face a mask of understanding and something else he couldnt define, responded with the only way she knew how. Turning to Darien, she enveloped in her sweet embrace. Fighting with himself and his preoccupied demons, he allowed her to hold him.

A shriek interrupted the morning stillness, its initial onslaught coming from what seemed, all sides. It sounded like the pounding of wild horses gone astray, galloping towards them. There was a slight puzzled, pause until someone, Malachite? Darien? yelled:

"Your swords, damn it! This is it!"

The rifles apparently forgotten, Serena and Mina took up their swords. The women answered the challenge with a curdling cry, mounting their steeds with graceful and powerful agility. Every man within the vicinity, felt the backhairs of their necks stand high with goosebumps, at their last ending cry. The thieves had not been prepared for the women to take up arms with the men. The sight of two of the most beautiful creatures wielding heavy swords was a sight to behold, momentarily stunning the thieves. Distracted, Darien and Malachite used this advantage of cutting down the first two attackers into their encampment.

It became apparent even after the first initial attack, which side was going to win. Darien and Malachite were trained and seasoned warriors with skills far beyond the average swordsman. The women, the astounded thieves thought, were almost as skilled. Their slimness and quick maneuvers proved to be just as deadly in reducing their numbers.

The leader of the bandits, was a ferocious looking man. A man who was in badly need of a bath. Greased black hair, from an apparent lack of hygiene, and beady black eyes, almost foamed at mouth when he spotted Serena. She was seated high upon her charcoal steed. With her sword slashing high in the air, and her auburn hair burning like a banner in the night, which matched her blazing emerald eyes. Her teeth were bared like an animal growling, as she cleaved a pathway straight to him.

The bandit leader noticed the other woman, too. She was also doing her best to protect the white haired man next to her. Another burnette beauty for the taking. But the leader bandit had not appraised the situation well, until it was too late. He had directed his not too intelligent focus on the women. Until he was fighting for his life, staring into a face that held no ounce of mercy.

Thieves and bandits were dropping like flies, leaving a crimson pool in their wake. Swords were no long shinning silver steel, but stained red. The bandits numbers were reduced from fifteen to five, and the situation was worsening for them. It was either fight or flight. The thieves were commonly known to be associated only with flight, instead of fighting. The thieves choose the former, abandoning their leader.

The last of thieves disappeared within seconds, into the cover of the dense woods.

"Fools! I'll get you for this!" the bandit leader cried out, waving his sword at Darien.

"You should have joined them." Darien's low, hoarse voice called out to the bandit. "You won't live to see the rest of this day." he finished solemnly.

The bandit leader swallowed hard. There was something about this one. The hard bright blue eyes were merciless. Perhaps, it was the way he smiled slowly. As if he had looked into the devil's eyes and had laughed in the face of death.

The bandit leader began to sweat profusely. He was already tiring, as he fought back each swipe of the other's sword. The other, showed no sign of being even slightly out of breath. He fought quietly, only grunting loudly with each swing. A slash here on the shoulder, and one on the stomach had the bandit crying out. It finally dawned on the bandit that the blue-eyed man was only toying with him. The bandit was beginning to sob, a pitiful sound as he tried to defend each oncoming swoop of his opponent's blade.

Serena's breathing had halted to almost non existent. She understood the demons that were pushing Darien. The ferocious, feral protectiveness to protect one's own, overwhelmed him. She would have in his place, had already killed the bandit. For daring to attack them and for the innocent she carried within her.

Darien never heard the bandit's pitiful pleading. Each powerful blow brought the bandit closer to death's awaiting arms. Within his mind's eye, he had glimpsed his future newborn's innocent silver eyes gazing upon him, with curiousty. His eyes blazed back into their deep, hard blue and his hair returned to it's normal midnight black as he was consumed fire. With a final thrust, Darien drove his sword deep into the bandit's stomach.

He is the devil, the astonished theif thought. It was the last thought that went through the bandit's head, as he gazed into Darien's steady eyes. Then he was no more.