Mr. Perfect - Part2
That single flash of blue and gold was the sign. Venus had become little more than a ghost around the Crystal Palace. She was rarely seen, and heard from even less. Endymion would be walking through the grounds, sometimes in garden pathways or filled hallways, almost always with his wife or daughter at his side. Once he had been with Kunzite. He would only see the glimmer of her hair, or a minute sparkle of mischief in cold blue eyes. Before he would have the chance to realize what he had seen, she would be gone with no one having noticed.
His heart would pound at the sight, mixed with anticipation and anxiety. He knew that night he would take Serenity to bed and kiss her before watching her drift off to a peaceful sleep. She wouldn’t know of his deceitful plans and lustful thoughts for her guardian senshi. It didn’t matter that he could choose to not go - he couldn’t stop himself, no matter how pathetic he knew it made him. Just the thought of what was to come brought on an erection that he could barely resist satiating on his own. Images flooded his head - in all of them her head was thrown back, allowing him access to the length of her neck. The moonlight would illuminate her form and all the perfections of her curves. Their meeting would be short, but the memory would stay with him, her touch burning his skin for days after.
Endymion didn’t know why the Venusian senshi began this scandalous affair.
He didn’t know that Venus abhorred her queen for reviving the one man that could affect her - the one man that she could never forgive.
Even more so, he failed to notice that their joining always fell on the night of the New Moon - the only time that the serene queen was at her weakest and so never sensed what was happening right in front of her.
It never crossed his mind that one day the golden goddess would one day forgive the executioner of her former life and end these secret trysts leaving the earthen prince, king of the golden millennium, without the gratification he had come to experience. He would no longer know her touch. No longer know what it was to be satiated.