She sensed the Princess appearing in the balcony of her tower, her usual route in, but not usual when Mars was just kissing the edge of sleep. She opened her eyes and watched the slight girl’s silhouette part the curtains, and creep to the edge of her bed and slide in next to her.

“Hi,” she whispered, settling against Mars’s pillows and snaking a skinny arm around her waist.

“Princess.” This was unusual; she had never come to Mars’s bed before. Jupiter was usually her favorite; there was a definite appeal to her golden skin, auburn curls, and obscene swell of her round, firm breasts. Venus and Mercury filled in when Serenity needed a change, although neither would speak of it in detail; they both treated it as part of the job, more pleasant than usual, but a duty nonetheless. Mars glanced down at the smaller girl and fought a coil of nerves that bunched in her chest. “What are you doing here?”

The Princess rubbed Mars’s stomach; they all slept nude, and the touch of the girl’s fingertips against her skin made her shiver. “What do you think?” she whispered, leaning closer and rubbing her nose and lips against Mars’s neck. “I’m releasing you.”

“I don’t understand.” One of Serenity’s legs slipped over hers, and she felt slick, soft skin grind against her hip.

“I release you,” the Princess said, pulling back a little to look into her eyes. With her silvery hair hanging lose around her face, she looked like an ethereal being, her pale skin almost as white as the sheets around her. Her blue eyes glittered like young stars. “You’re vow to me is all that’s holding you back, I know it. Now,” she dipped her head again to nuzzle against Mars’s ear, her breath sending a shiver of pleasure down the inside of her skin. “I’m going to release you from it. I want you to feel what it’s like, mon cheri. It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before.”

Mars gave her Princess a soft smile; someone was influencing her speech patterns, and she had a feeling she knew whom. “I doubt that.” One of Serenity’s hands found her breast, and she began softly stroking and squeezing it. Her breath caught.

“No,” the Princess whispered, trailing her lips down Mars’s neck to her collarbone. “It is.” She paused, looking up into her flushed face. “Let me show you.”

If it were anyone else, she probably would have refused. But this was her Princess, and her duty, and she knew that deep down, this is what she wanted. “Yes.”

With that, Serenity pressed her lips gently against her own. She was so soft, and warm, and Mars felt her own mouth open up against the gentle pressure. Her eyes popped open with the sensation of another’s tongue on her own.

The Princess broke away first. “When they do it, it’s different.” She lowered and rose, placing gentle kisses over Mars’s eyelids and cheeks. “You feel like you’re being eaten sometimes, not like that’s a bad thing.” Her soft fingers brushed down Mars’s face as she continued. “Once they get started you can feel how badly they want it. And then how badly they need it. It’s incredible.” She nipped at her earlobe. “In a way, you feel so powerful, to give that kind of pleasure.”

She was learning much more from the Princess’s actions than her words, and a small moan escaped her as something, a feeling, started building in her core. Serenity smiled, and trailed a hand down her stomach to the crease between her legs.

“They’re not as gentle as we are,” Serenity breathed, caressing Mars’s lips with her own as her fingers slipped and parted her folds. Mars gasped. “They like to shove in like an arrow. They use their fingers first, and then if you’re lucky—“ She stopped for a moment and let her breath fill the space between their lips. “—their mouth.”

Mars shuddered, both at the thought and the tingling feel of the younger girl’s mouth sucking and nipping at her earlobe. “Princess, I should be the one to—“

“No,” Serenity whispered, then giggled softly. “No, you haven’t done this before, my chaste little fire maiden.” Her voice was teasing. “Let me do this for you first. I’ll be your first.”

She could barely breath as Serenity moved down her body, finally stopping and resting her cheek against her thigh. “Open for me, dear.”

And, just as she always had, she obeyed her princess.

“Touch yourself,” Serenity said, reaching for one of Mars’s hands. Her limbs felt like bowed willows as she allowed her arms to be moved, closer, until it was resting against the warmth of her crease.

“There you go.” She peeled off one finger and used it to tease the wet skin around her clit. Her hips jerked reflexively in response. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Make sure he knows not to just press on it.”

Mars could hardly believe that this was happening to her body, that another person could make her feel how she could on her own. It was Serenity’s finger that was circling around her slit, Serenity’s tongue lapping up the wetness that spilled from inside of her like a warm shower, Serenity’s lips pressing against her folds. The moans and cries coming from her mouth, those were all hers.

The slight girl never stopped her narrative. “Normally, they want to get you wet and excited like this so that you’ll open.” She demonstrated by slipping two fingers into her opening, and rotating them slowly while massaging in and out. One of Mars’s hands gripped the bed sheets and twisted. “So that they can fit in. It’s going to feel strange at first, but then you’re going to love it.”

If her brain had been working correctly, Mars might have pondered how Serenity had gotten so knowledgeable, so quickly. If her body wasn’t strung taut as a bow--her head thrown back and her mouth hanging open, the chords of her neck jumping out as her hands grasped and cupped her breasts, teasing the nipples, before shooting down the length of her sides and grasping at the Princess’s head—she would have suspected that the other girls were sharing secrets between them.

Venus, definitely: Mars had glimpsed a red mark on her breast in the seconds of nudity when transforming, Jupiter tried vainly to cover tan lines that were always redrawing themselves, and about once a week or so, Mercury would have a hard time staying awake and sitting comfortably.

All these thoughts would have been on her mind if she weren’t so close to the edge.

The Princess was beaming, her silvery hair caressing the insides of Mars’s legs. “That’s it. Go, mon cheri, do it. Come for me.”

Yes, your Majesty. She was clenched tight as a fist, before the first spasm struck her, coursing through her body with blazing heat, igniting every part that it touched. She writhed once, her head lifting off the bed, rolling slightly as somewhere, deep in her body, she exploded into a thousand points of light.

The Princess’s eyes were tender as she climbed up Mars’s body and lay next to the panting girl. “Dear love,” she murmured, reaching over and combing her fingers through the ebony locks, all the while smiling like she kept a secret. “Didn’t you enjoy your release?”

She didn’t clarify which one she was referring to, but Mars was equally grateful for both.





Serenity was correct in almost every respect.

When she found him and told him about the release from her vow, he had dropped his cigarette out of shock, and didn’t bother to retrieve it.

His kiss was so intense it felt like being smothered at first, before she caught his face with her hands and slowed it down. Her face was scratched by his day-old stubble, but she wouldn’t part their faces, even for a moment. There was too much to make up for. Her dress fell away like it was made of smoke.

He smelled different, and his skin gave off a different heat than Serenity’s. The Princess was right; his urgency was crystal clear as he squeezed her body against his; his hands moving lower until he touched her, there, and shoved his fingers inside.

She not so lucky as with Serenity: he didn’t use his mouth, but to be fair, she didn’t give him much of a chance.

She didn’t expect the cut of pain when he parted her thighs and pushed inside her. Her sudden gasp was lost with her other moans; she realized that even with her lack of experience, she was a very vocal lover.

He and the Princess didn’t share techniques, but they did share words. “Please, come. Come. Hurry. Please hurry. Please. Please.”

Yes, lover. Her eyes were squeezed shut this time, but she would swear that she could see the stars overhead as she peaked and then fell.




Serenity smiled to herself as she gazed down at the couple on the lower balcony and leaned back closer into her companion. She giggled like bell chimes when she saw his face. “Don’t give me that look; you enjoyed that as much as I did.”

The Prince of Earth blinked so slowly that it was unmistakable seduction. “You are a devious little thing. Did you release her from her vow just so you could watch?”

She batted him lightly on the arm and titled her head up. “If I wanted to watch, I would just follow Venus to the gardens or Mercury to the lake. Again.” Endymion planted a kiss on her head, and then started working lower, until he was at her neck. “Or I would just place a mirror at the foot of our bed.” She glanced one last time to her beautiful guardian on the balcony below, whose brow was furrowed as she tried to catch her breath, running one hand through her lover’s blonde hair as he rested on her shoulder.

Serenity felt a surge of accomplishment. “I did it because I would never deny anyone love, of any kind. Not on account of me.” She smiled again in the light of the full moon. “And it was very fun to help her break it.”