For the Love of a Princess

Hi everyone ^.^
Wow, this is the first time in absolutely ages that I\'ve even attempted to write anything for the website let alone posted anything lol. I feel creative now though and I got this idea while reading a lot of Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon manga. It\'s not really based on Sailor Moon it\'s just an idea that came to me while reading it. Although, I have used the names of three of the Generals just because I like the names, but if you\'ve never read/seen/heard of Sailor Moon it doesn\'t matter \'cause I\'m just using the names, nothing else. A note to my fellow squeemish friends, at the very end there is a very brief rape scene. It\'s my first time writing a sort of rape scene so it might be a little crappy. It\'s kinda half rape as well. Semi non-con. It\'s not too detailed and I myself don\'t like rape scenes, yet I wrote it, so it can\'t be that bad. Probably not for your hardcore rape fan. Anyways, I hope you enjoy. As any writer will tell you, reviews are always more than welcome ^.^

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It was a warm summer evening. The sun had set many hours ago and all that lit the sky was the glowing of the moon and the twinkling of the stars. There was a slight breeze that rustled the trees, making them seem to whisper to the night air. From a large balcony on a high floor of a grand palace, a young girl stood watching the moon, the bright enchanting orb of light, that hung in the Heaven\'s.

The girl was about 16 years of age. Her deathly pale skin seemed to shimmer in the moonlight and her long, straight, glossy black hair that reached her knees reflected the silvery glow, making her shine as though she was a Deity. She wore an expensive gothic dress tailored out of black crushed velvet. The top of the dress hugged her tightly, showing off her developing young curves while the bottom flared out beautifully and hid her shaply legs.

She stood there, tall and proud, her head tilted back slightly and a wistful look in her emerald green eyes that were hidden from the world by her long fringe. Her hands rested on the edging of the balcony next to a small candle which emitted a soft glow. As she heard a rattling sound she glanced down below to see a carridge pull up in front of the building and three people get out; a man in his mid-fifties, a woman in her mid-thirties and another man in his mid-twenties. All three were dressed in expensive clothes made of rare materials and covered with jewels to show their wealth and status. Also, just really to show off and say \"Hey everyone, look how great we are.\" The girl just let out a disgusted sneer and turned her attention back to the moon. She knew too many people like that and not one of them were worth giving the time of day. But, she had to at least me civil to them all. It was her duty as a princess. Just like getting married was her duty.

\"Anya.\" A voice behind her called. She turned around to see a 5\'11 young man, around mid-twenties, standing by the door that led to her bedroom. He had long, sandy blonde hair that reached his shoulders and was currently tied into a neat ponytail by a deep green ribbon done up in a bow. His skin was deeply tanned and his eyes a dull brown. He wore a white shirt with laced cuffs and lace bunched up down the centre. The shirt hung un-tucked over a pair of black leather trousers. \"You\'d best come in and finish getting ready now.\"

\"Coming Nephlite.\" The girl, who\'s full name was Anastacia, replied with a sigh. She picked up the candle and left the light of the night behind to enter her dimly lit bedroom. As she passed the man called Nephlite on her way into the room, she blew out the candle and handed it to him. Then, as sooner had she entered her bedroom, she was grabbed by the shoulders and pulled over to her dressing table.

\"Sit.\" Another man, the one who had grabbed her and was now standing behind a small stool in front of her dressing table, ordered. This man was named Kunzite and was about 6\'2 and in his mid-twenties. He had long, wavey dark brown hair, though it was much longer than Nephlite\'s, and reached his lower back. He also had a long fringe that half covered his dark blue eyes, much like Anastacia. His skin had a healthy glow to it and he wasn\'t too pale or too tanned. He to wore a white shirt that hung over a pair of black leather trousers but it wasn\'t as frilly or lacy as Nephlite\'s and was more reserved and sophisticated. The top button of the shirt was done up and so were the buttons on his cuffs.

\"I am not a puppy Kunzite, please do not treat me like one.\" Anastacia told him, frowning slightly. He simply looked at her, a neutral expression on his face. He was in one of his moods again. There was no talking to him when he was like this, so with an annoyed mutter, Anastacia just gave in and plopped down onto the stool. Kunzite picked up a brush from the dressing table and began to gently run it through her hair. \"Where\'s Malakite?\" She asked after a minute or two of silence.

\"He\'s gone downstairs to count the number of guests so far.\" Nephlite explained as he inspected himself in a full length mirror. \"Why do you insist on us wearing these awful trousers?\" He grumbled turning his back on the mirror and looking at his reflection over his shoulder.

\"Because I like the look of leather.\" She said simply looking at her own reflection in the mirror in front of her on her dressing table. \"Besides,\" she added with a grin, looking at him out of the corner out of her eye. \"They really hug your arses quite nicely.\" Upon hearing that remark, Neplite began to laugh full heartidly while a frown formed on Kunzite\'s face.

\"Mind you\'re language.\" He scolded as he finished grooming her and placed the brush down. Anastacia turned herself around so she faced him and knelt up on the stool, resting her hands on Kunzite\'s chest and stretching up so her face was centimeters away from his.

\"Don\'t worry Kunzite.\" She cooed in a cute voice, knowing exactly how to work her strict guardian. \"Nephlite and Malakite are nothing compared to you.\" The moment she had said it, Anastacia could tell that had done the trick. Kunzite\'s eyes had softened very slightly and his arms had wrapped around her slim waist, holding her to him. He touched her lips gently with his before pulling away and resting his head on her shoulder. Anastatia looked over Kunzite\'s shoulder over to Nephlite who was watching them in amusement. She gave him a small wink and he winked back.

Anastacia had shared and intimate relationship with her three Generals since she was 13 and she loved each one very dearly and equily. Nephlite and Malakite were fine with the situation and didn\'t mind too much about sharing her with each other. However, Nephlite did hate the idea of her being with anyone other than the three of them. Malakite though, had seemed to have reluctantly excepted the fact that one day, their princess was going to have to get married. Kunzite was a totally different story though. Not only did he refuse to except the fact she would one day be married, he also didn\'t much like sharing her with the other two Generals. He often got very jealous and moody if she ever complemented either of the others or showed them more attention then she showed to him. Anastatia had found that the only way to keep him sweet was to tell him that she cared for him more than the others. Nephlite and Malakite understood this tactic and so didn\'t react with jealousy whenever she used it on him, more like amusement. They weren\'t keen on Kunzite. Both their personalities clashed with his and they disliked the way he treated Anastacia sometimes.

The door to her room suddenly flew open and all three of them turned to towards it, Kunzite keeping his arms warpped around Anastacia\'s waist. Into the room stepped the last of Anatacia\'s Generals, Malakite. Like the other Generals, he was tall, about 6\'0 and was in his mid-twenties. His appearance however, was totally different from anyone else in the kingdom. He had pale lilac hair that was cut short on the left side and at the back but on the right side was very long and reached his knee and was cut to a point and his eyes were a bright yellow. His skin was a milky pale rather than a deathly pale like Anastacia\'s. Like the other two Generals, he wore and pair of black leather trousers. He also wore a shirt similar to Kunzite\'s except the first few buttons were un-done, showing the top of his muscular chest and his cuffs were also un-done giving him a cool and casual appearance.

\"There are a lot of people down there.\" Malakite told them flopping down into a chair, looking rather tired.

\"Of course there is.\" Kunzite muttered bitterly, letting go of Anastacia and roughly grabbing his cape from off the bed and begining to put it on. \"The Queen is intent on having Anastacia married to at least one man before she turns 18.\"

In Anastacia\'s home kingdom, a girl could get married at 13 and then have as many husbands and/or wives as she wanted. A man however could only have one wife and no husbands. Also, only a woman could run the kingdom. A man, not even a Queen\'s son, was not allowed to rule. It was a very sexist system that Anastacia didn\'t completely agree with. Her mother had five husbands and three wives. Despite all the husbands, Anastacia was her mother\'s only child. Anastacia wasn\'t sure who her biological father was. It might not have even been one of her mother\'s husbands. She wasn\'t really bothered anyway. She only needed a certain three men in her life and they were all in the room with her right now.

\"It\'s gonna have to happen eventually.\" Malakite reasoned. \"Anya needs to produce an heir and she needs to be married for that. Having a child outside of marriage would be a disgrace.\"

\"I don\'t see why I can\'t just marry you guys.\" Anastacia murmered sadly as she went over to Kunzite and helped him with his cape which he was getting in a muddle with due to his bad mood.

\"You can, one day, but you know that as a princess you have to marry a prince before you can marry anyone else.\" Malakite reminded her.

\"Oh yeah.\" She replied quietly, her head lowering and her hands slipping away from Kunzite to hang loosely by her sides. A silence hung in the air that made everyone feel uncomfortable.

\"I\'ve got something that will cheer you up.\" Malakite told her suddenly as he remembered something. \"I saw a certain princess downstairs.\"

\"Sophitia\'s here?!\" Anastacia gasped happily, clasping her hands together. Sophitia was her best friend and only female lover. They rarely got to see each other though as they lived a great distance apart. The frown on Kunzite\'s face darkened again with Anastacia\'s gleeful gasp and he turned to the full length mirror and pretended to busy himself adjusting his cape.

\"By the way Malakite, I found out why we have to wear these awful trousers.\" Nephlite said to his co-worker from the other side of the large room.

\"Go on then.\" Malakite said as a way of telling Nephlite to elaborate.

\"It seems our little princess likes the way they hug our, and I quote, \'arses\'.\" Nephlite explained in an amused voice. Malakite gave a laugh and Kunzite\'s frown darkened even more.

\"What a foul mouth our \'innocent\' little princess possesses.\" Malakite chuckled. \"Well, I hope you appreciate the view Anya.\" Malakite said, turning to Anastacia who was looking to see which rose, red or white, looked better in her hair. \"These trousers are twice as uncomfortable as normal trousers when you get an erection.\" Anastacia immediately burst out laughing, supporting herself on her dressing table with one hand and clutching her side with her other hand when her ribs began to ache.\"Oh that\'s typical.\" Malakite laughed to Nephlite who was chuckling slightly himself. \"A woman always finds that sort of discomfort for a man hilarious.\"

\"I\'m sorry for laughing.\" Anastacia managed to gasp between laughes. \"It\'s just...It\'s just...That...\" She didn\'t finish and instead crumpled up in a fresh wave of giggles. She let herself fall onto her stall and continued to laugh. Nephlite and Malakite shook their heads slightly before getting up and heading over to Anastacia. Malakite quickly loosened the ties on the back of her dress and Nephlite\'s hand shot down the front of her dress to her breasts where he took her left nipple between his thumb and index finger and gave it a sharp pinch. Anastacia immediately stopped laughing and yelped in pain before pulling herself away and glaring at them angrily.

\"There, that stopped you laughing.\" Nephlite said grinning along with Malakite.

\"That wasn\'t funny!\" Anastacia yelled, her hand holding her dress up across her bared breasts. \"That really hurt. You know how sensitive I am there.\"

\"That\'s why we did it.\" Malakite informed, still grinning. \"And it wasn\'t meant to be funny. It was meant to make you stop laughing, which it did.\"

\"Well you can do my dress up again since you un-did it in the first place.\" Anastacia muttered as she turned her back to them. Malakite went up behind her but instead of doing the ties up, he slipped the dress off of her shoulders and began to lightly kiss her neck. Anastacia gave a small moan and automatically tilted her head back and to the side slightly to give him better access. He gently sucked and licked the most sensitive parts of her neck, each action producing a small sound of pleasure. Her eyes had fluttered shut so she didn\'t see Nephlite or Kunzite come over and duck their heads down and only became aware of their presence when each of them took a nipple into their mouths. Anastacia let out a loud gasp and immediately arched her back. Malakite\'s arm came up to her face and gently turned it to the right where he caught her lips with his own in a deep kiss. Muffled moans and cries of pleasure escaped from Anastacia as Nephlite delicately sucked on the now hard, dusty rose coloured nipple while Kunzite nipped sharply and pulled on her other one.

There was a sudden knock on the door and the three Generals immediately tore themselves away from their princess and, while Nephlite and Kunzite went back to acting naturaly, Malakite turned Anastacia towards the wall of the room, partly to hide her exposure from whoever it was at the door and also partly to hide her very flushed face, and began to lace up the back of her dress. A servant quietly stepped into the room.

\"The Princess is required downstairs now.\" The woman said politely, giving a small bow.

\"Thank you.\" Kunzite said with a nod. The woman curtsied slightly before slipping out of the room.

\"Come on Princess. You\'re needed.\" Malakite said giving her a little shake after her dress was fastened again. Anastacia brought a hand up to her forehead and groaned slightly.

\"You\'re all mean.\" She pouted, walking away from Malakite and heading over to the door. \"There you are, making me all wet and disorientated and then you just stop and expect me to go to a party.\" Kunzite opened the door for her and she walked out, closely followed by him.

\"Hear that Nephlite? We made her wet.\" Malakite grinned as he stood by the door.

\"Yep, I heard it.\" Nephlite replied as he pulled a key from his pocket. \"Nice to know we\'ve still got it.\" He smirked as he and Malakite exited the room and locked the door behind them.

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Anastacia gave a mental groan as her legs began to ache. She had been standing completely still and upright for the past 56 minutes while every single guest bowed to her mother and then bowed to her. Her mother was lucky, she got to sit down. Anastacia had to stand and couldn\'t leave to find a seat until her mother had finished her little speech and excused her. She looked around at the sea of faces, some familiar, some complete strangers. Most of them were young men all there to impress her and sweep her off her feet. She quickly glanced at her three Generals out of the corner of her eye. They all looked serious and stony faced and the rapiers that hung by their waists made them look very intimidating. Kunzite also had a dark look in his eyes as though to say, \"keep your grimy little hands off my princess.\". Suddenly, the orchestra began to play and everyone began to move around.

\"Finally.\" Her mind gasped in relief as she leaned against her mothers throne and bent down to whisper to her. \"Mother, may I please be excused now?\"

\"No Anya, you may not.\" Her mother replied in a cool voice. \"This gathering is for you to find a husband.\"

\"But mother!\" Anastacia whinned.

\"You are not excused Anya, end of story.\" Her mother hissed frowning. Then her eyes softened and she gave her daughter\'s hand a small squeeze. \"Now go and have some fun.\"

\"Yes mother.\" Anastacia murmered before heading out to the dancing floor. She looked around gloomily and sighed. \"Give it 10 seconds and every man in this room will be asking for a dance.\" Suddenly, a pair of arms encircled her waist from behind and she felt warm breathe on the back of her neck.

\"Such a look of sadness does not belong of a face as fare as your\'s.\" A smooth, gentle, deep voice said in her ear. Anastacia immediately recognised the voice and her face lit up.

\"Sophitia!\" She cried and she turned around and hugged the other girl tightly. Sophitia was a very tall girl, standing in at around 5\'10 making Anastacia, who was 5\'5, look even smaller. She had short, wavey strawberry blonde hair and beautiful light blue eyes that seemed to sparkle and glitter like crystel. Her skin had a healthy tan and her body was toned and slightly muscled due to all the archery, sword fighting and various other forms of exercise she did. Looking more like a pretty boy than a girl, Sophitia was often mistaken for a boy and took great delight in teasing girls. The fact she refused to wear gowns and other \'girlie\' clothes didn\'t help people to distinguish her gender. Even at this gathering she was dressed as a prince instead of the princess that she was. She wore a pale blue silk tunic and an off the shoulder yellow cape. Her arms were covered by the sleeves a skin tight yellow shirt she wore underneath the tunic and her legs were covered by white tights. On her feet she wore a pair of black leather boots with a shiney golden buckle and at her side hung a shiney silver coloured rapier with a golden handle.

\"There.\" Sophitia said with a smile, gently running her gloved fingers across Anastacia\'s cheek. \"You look so much nicer with a smile on your face.\" The orchestra bagan to play a new song and Sophitia let Anastacia go and, taking a step backwards, bowed deeply to her. \"May I have this dance?\" She asked charmingly, holding her hand out. Anastacia smiled warmly at her lover and placed her hand in her palm. Sophitia\'s slender fingers encircled her hand and she pulled her towards herself. As they began to move with the music, Anastacia rested her head on Sophitia\'s chest and let herself relax. \"How have you been?\" Sophitia asked her as they twirled around together.

\"I\'ve been all right.\" Anastacia replied quietly.

\"I\'ve been worried about you.\" Sophitia told her looking down at her.

\"Why?\" Anastacia questioned looking up at her quizzically.

\"Haven\'t you heard the rumours?\" Sophitia whispered as though afraid somone might hear.

\"What rumours? Sophitia, I don\'t understand what you\'re talking about. Why were you worried about me?\" Anastacia demanded.

\"There are rumours that the Marcarian Kingdom are planning on taking action on the so called \'sins\' of this kingdom.\" Sophitia informed her in a hushed voice.

\"That\'s nothing new, they\'ve never liked us.\" Anastacia replied, confusion still eveident on her face.

\"I know, but this time they really are going to take action. It\'s even been heard that they\'re considering assassination.\"

\"They\'re going to assassinate mother!?\" Anastacia gasped, a hand flying over her mouth.

\"No Anya.\" Sophitia corrected taking the hand over her mouth in her own. \"They\'re going to assassinate you.\" Anastacia frowned in confusion and gave Sophitia a silent order to continue. \"You know how bloody religeous the whole of their Kingdom is. They see you as a child of sin. An evil being who has to be sent back to Hell.\"

\"I\'m a child of sin? I\'m not the one who\'s fucked half the world\'s population, like a certain queen, though! If I\'m a child of sin my mother must be the Devil.\" She grunted, intending it to be a joke. When she got no positive reaction from Sophitia she frowned angrily. \"They don\'t do they? They don\'t seriously think my mother\'s the Devil do they?!\"

\"Some of the priests do seem to have got that idea.\" Sophitia admitted.

\"Oh, for crying out loud!\" Anastacia hissed. \"Why are some people so ignorant?\"

\"Because they don\'t understand.\" Sophitia answered simply, gently stroking Anastacia\'s hair. She looked up and saw Anastacia\'s three Generals standing by the Queen who sat on her throne, surrounded by her many husbands and wives. Nephlite and Malakite noticed her looking over and gave her a thumbs up for encouragement. Kunzite, however, glared hatefully at her and looked quite meanacing. \"Erm, Anastacia?\" She murmered to the small girl in her arms.

\"Hmm?\" A fed up grunt came as a reply.

\"I think Kunzite wants to kill me.\" Sophitia said nervously. Anastacia looked over her shoulder to see the furious looking Kunzite glaring at them.

\"Oh, just ignore him.\" Anastacia advised putting her head back on Sophitia\'s shoulder. \"I\'ll cheer him up later.\"

\"May I cut in?\" A voice behind Sophitia came. Both Sophitia and Anastacia turned to where the voice came from and both gave silent groans upon seeing who it was. Standing there was Prince Marlian of the Marcarian Kingdom. Marlian had short bleached hair and dull green eyes. His skin was a creamy colour and his skin was flawless. He was about 5\'8 tall, taller than Anastacia but shorter than Sophitia. His tunic, under shirt, tights, cape and even his boots were all white and the handle of his rapier was ivory.

Sophitia looked as though she was about to punch him in the face so Anastacia held onto her arm and leaned up to her ear. \"Don\'t get aggitated.\" She advised soothingly, gently rubbing her arm. \"He just wants a dance, I\'ll be fine.\" Sophitia looked down at Anastacia and sighed. She quickly brushed her lips against Anastacia\'s and walked away, bashing into Marlian\'s shoulder quite ffullfully as he passed. Marlian simply ignored the action and bowed to Anastacia and held out his hand. Anastacia gave a stiff curtsy in return and placed her hand in his palm. He pulled her to him and they began to dance.

\"You look lovely this evening.\" Marlian complemented her as they spun around.

\"Thank you.\" Anastacia replied in a toneless voice.

\"You\'d never know to look at you that you lead such a sinful existance.\" Marlian commented.

\"If I am so sinful then why do you dirty your hands by touching me?\" Anastacia said in her \'Princess\' voice that she used when she was either angry or talking to other Royalty who were much older than she was.

\"Maybe because I might be able to save your soul.\"

\"My soul isn\'t in need of being saved thank you.\" Anastacia replied noticing that Sophitia was with her Generals and all four of them were glaring hatefully at Marlian.

\"Yes it is Princess.\" Marlian corrected. He ducked his head down to her shoulder and then whispered in her ear. \"We know what you do in your bed at night. Our spies have seen your acts of sinful lust. I have seen you writhe and heard you cry myself.\" Anastacia\'s eyes widened and she yanked herself away from Marlian\'s arms and slapped him hard across the face. Her Generals and Sophitia saw this and watched with great amusement as Anastacia seemed to proceed to tell him off.

\"You disgusting, vile pervert!\" Anastacia hissed, trying not to cause a scene. \"And you say my soul needs saving?! You\'ve got no right to critisise me when you do that! I may not be sexualy pure but at least I have respect for people\'s privacy.\"

\"Suit yourself.\" Marlian spat angrily. \"At least no one can accuse me of just letting you die.\"

Anastacia stared at him in confusion, then, something caught her eye. He wore a platinum brooch which was highly polished. So highly polished that you could see a reflection in it, a strnage sort of reflection. Anastacia peered closer and suddenly realised what the reflection was ofere ere was a person dressed head to toe in black with a black mesh mask covering their face stooped by an open window at the top of the hall...and he was aiming an arrow, directly at her! With a gasp, she spun herself around and saw the person face to face moments before throwing herself to the floor as an arrow flew towards her. The room was filled with gasps and shrieks and everyone backed away from the area Anastacia was in. She quickly scrambled to her feet in an attempt to run away only to be pounced on by another person in black after taking only a few steps. She hit the floor with a chocked gasp as her breathe rushed out of her lungs and she was left winded. She saw the person raise a dagger and she tried to scream but found she had no air to do so and all that came out was a small squeal. Suddenly, a cry of anger was heard and at lightning speed, Sophitia had rushed at the man and barged into him, sending him skiding across the marble floor. Seconds later, what seemed like hundreds of guards had entered the room. Noise and screams echoed throughout the palace as people began to rush out of the hall in panic and the Queen barked orders to find the assassins. Anastacia tried to push herself up but found that she had no strength. Just then, gentle hands took hold of her and she was pulled to her feet. She looked up to see Kunzite and Malakite standing next to her, their arms supporting her, checking her over for signs of injury.

\"Whe...where\'s...Neph...Nephlite?\" Anastacia managed to gasp out as she leaned on her guardians.

\"He\'s gone with Sophitia and the guards to find the assassins.\" Malakite told her soothingly as Kunzite gently stroked her hair.
\"Are you all right? You\'re not injured or anything are you?\" He asked in a slightly frightened voice as he began to check her over again. Anastacia shook her head vigourously and took a deep breath.

\"I\'m fine.\" She managed to say. \"Just a bit bruised.\"

\"Anya!\" They heard her mother cry from behind. Kunzite turned her around to face her sobbing mother who was quickly running towards them. \"Oh my little Anya!\" Her mother cried as she took Anastacia into a tight embrace. \"Oh my little girl.\" She whispered through her tears. Anastacia discretly pointed her finger towards the door, signaling for Kunzite and Malakite to go and help the guards. They understood and made their way out, leaving Anastacia and her mother hugging alone in the middle of the huge hall. \"Are you all right?\" The Queen gasped as she held her daughter away from her for a moment and checked her over. \"Did they hurt you? I swear to the Goddess, if they\'ve hurt you...\"

\"Mother!\" Anastacia said loudly, her voice having now returned to normal, and rested her hands on her mothers chest, just above her breasts. \"I\'m fine.\" The Queen looked at her as tears once again welled up in her eyes and in seconds she was crying again.

\"My little girl.\" Her mother sobbed and she buried her face in her daughters hair. \"I was so scared I was going to loose you. I was so scared.\"

\"There, there mother.\" Anastacia soothed her mother, gently patting her back, feeling as though she was being more of a mother at moment.

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\"Ugh, what a horrible night.\" Anastacia muttered as she walked into her bedroom and flopped face down on her large bed. The guests had all left a while ago and Anastacia\'s mother had finally calmed down and had been put to bed. The assassins had not yet been found and almost every guard in the kingdom was on the hunt for them. All that remained at the palace were 5 guards and Anastacia\'s three Generals.

\"At least it\'s over now.\" Malakite sighed as he sat down in a chair and rubbed his eyes. \"It\'s a good thing you saw that assassin when you did Anya. Whoever it was had very good aim.\"

\"Can we not talk about it please.\" Anastacia\'s muffled voice came from the bed. \"I don\'t really want to dwell on it.\"

\"Anya, why did you slap Marlian?\" Nephlite asked suddenly from a chair in the corner of the room.

\"He said that he knows what I do at night, in my bed.\" She muttered as she rolled onto her back and stared up at the dark ceiling. \"He said their kingdom sends spies to watch me at night...And that he\'s seen me as well.\" Nephlite and Malakite frowned and gave a grunt, but something inside Kunzite just seemed to snap.

\"I\'ll kill him.\" Kunzite growled from the mirror. The others all turned to him to see staring at the mirror with evil eyes, his face seemed to have actually got darker. \"I\'ll wring his bloody neck!\" He yelled as he headed for the door.

\"Kunzite! Don\'t!\" Anastacia yelled as she scrambled from the bed and placed herself in front of him. \"They\'ll execute you if you kill him.\" She reminded him, her eyes fixed with his.

\"What then? Do we just let him get away with it?\" Kunzite demanded angrily.

\"Yes. For now at least.\" Anastacia replied calmly. Kunzite swore and looked away from her. Anastacia nervously studied her General and saw the look in his eye. The look she had seen all too often. The look he had when he got really angry and took it out on her. The look he got when he seemed to loose control of his body and his mind went blank. He suddenly grabbed her shoulders and shoved her against the wall fiercly. He glued his lips to hers hungrily and forced his tongue into her mouth. Anastacia opened her eyes and looked over to her other Generals who were scowling fiercely. She moved her eyes over to the door, silently giving them the order to do what usually happened in this situation. They reluctantly nodded and dissapeared out of the door, leaving her alone with Kunzite. They didn\'t like the situation, none of them did, but they let it happen. Why? None of them were really sure. It\'s just something that Kunzite did every so often and they just let him get on with it. It wasn\'t like they had authority over him either. He was Anastacia\'s Head General, they had to take orders from him. All they could do was comfort Anastacia once it was over and try and soothe her pain and curse him in their prayers each night.

With the sound of the door clicking shut, Kunzite reached behind Anastacia and practically ripped the ties off of the back of her dress and pushed the dress down to her feet quickly along with her panties. His mouth didn\'t leave hers as lowered his hand to her womanhood and jammed two fingers into her. Anastacia winced in pain. None of this was really turning her on and she wasn\'t ready for anything to be inside her yet. But, she remained silent and just let him get on with it. She took so much from her Generals, she felt it was only right for them to have something back, even if it did cause her some pain.

Kunzite\'s mind was almost completely switched off. All he knew was that he needed to get rid of his anger. He was aware he was with Anastacia but as far as he knew, she was compltely willing and enjoying his ministrations. After pumping his fingers into her for a little while and making her a little wet, he pulled his mouth away from hers and threw her face down on the bed. Anastacia let out a gasp when they parted, suddenly aware of the amount of oxygen she lacked. She lay panting for a moment before attempting to turn onto her back. Suddenly though, she felt Kunzite\'s hands hold her down by the shoulders so she couldn\'t move. She wondered in her mind what he was going to do next when she felt it. The horrible pain of being entered before being ready. She couldn\'t help but give a cry of pain as Kunzite began to thrust in and out of her tight, mostly dry hole. Kunzite wasn\'t a small man either and she felt as though he was tearing her apart. He increased his pace and soon was pounding into her so hard the bed had begun to rock. Anastacia began to feel tears well up in her eyes as the pain increased each time he rammed into her. The worst thing was, Kunzite could go on for hours if he wanted to and usually, that was a good thing, not in these situations however. The tears she felt behind her eyes began to fall as he continued to ram. Suddenly, he let out a gasp and stopped moving as he came and Anastacia felt his hot seed shoot into her. Instead of that being the end though, he started again. He started to move in and out of her harder and faster, his seed providing some lubrication, though not much.

\"Why hasn\'t he stopped?\" Anastacia\'s mind whispered hopelessly. \"Why has he started again?\" She couldn\'t take anymore! It hurt so badly and she hated it. She took a moment to find her voice before she screamed \"Kunzite, STOP!\". Whatever it was that had switched his mind of, switched it back on when she said that because Kunzite\'s eyes flew open and he stared down at Anastacia in horror. He took a step away from her as he stared at his princess laying there crying fitfully, a mixture of seaman and blood oozing from her womanhood.

\"Oh my God!\" He whispered morbidly. He quickly gathered the crying princess into his arms and cradled her like a child. \"I\'m sorry. I\'m so sorry.\" He murmered sadly as he rocked her back and forth. Why had he done this? Why hadn\'t he realised she was in pain? How could he let himself loose control?

\"Kunzite?\" Anastacia said in a very small voice.

\"Yes?\" Kunzite replied quickly, ready to dart to her assistance.

\"Do you feel better?\"

Kunzite\'s eyes widened in surprise. She wasn\'t even mad at him! She just wanted to know if he felt better. Well, of course he didn\'t feel better. He felt ashamed of himself, he always did after he did this, but he couldn\'t tell her that. He couldn\'t let her know her suffering had been for nothing. So, he lied. \"Yes Anastacia. I do.\"

\"Good.\" She said with a small smile and a sniff.

The door slowly opened and Nephlite and Malakite came back in, Nephlite carrying a white, fluffying towel in his arms and Malakite carrying a bowl of warm water. They stood at the doorway and glared at Kunzite hatefully. Kunzite took that as a hint to get lost. Kunzite gently put Anastasia down and kissed her forehead.

\"Good night Anastacia.\" He whispered lovingly in her ear.

\"Are you leaving now?\" Anastacia asked quietly. Kunzite nodded again before gently kissing her lips and leaving her side. He slipped his trousers back on and left the room, ignoring the angry threats from Nephlite and Malakite. Seconds after he had gone, the two men rushed over to Anastacia and began to comfort her. Neplite held her, whispered sweet nothings in her ear and stroked her hair while Malakite gently cleaned her up with the warm water and the towel. After she was cleaned up and the pain had almost gone, they stood her up and helped her put on her night white, cotten nightgown. They placed her under the covers of her bed and sat on either side of her, Nephlite stroking her hair, Malakite rubbing her arm.

\"You okay now?\" Malakite questioned gently.

Anastacia nodded gently. \"I just want some sleep.\" She told them softly, her eyes drifting shut. Malakite and Nephlite left her bed side and went over to the door.

\"I\'ll stay with her tonight, just in case the assassins come back.\" Malakite said. \"Stand guard outside. I don\'t care if he is our boss, I do not want him coming into this room.\"

\"Right.\" Nephlite confirmed and silently left the room.

Malakite gave a sigh and sat in a seat near to the doors that led to the balcony. He stretched and slouched down a bit. He glanced over to Anastacia who lay there peacefully and breathing steadily. He gave another sigh, this one more depressed. God, he hoped this wasn\'t the start of some big drama.


And that\'s it! Wow, I can\'t believe I finished it ^.^ So how was my rape scene? I haven\'t read many, (as I said, I don\'t really like them) but the idea came to me while writing this and I thought I\'d try it. I\'m not sure if it\'s any good. It\'s a bit quick isn\'t it? Oh well, let me know what you think please. As you might\'ve guessed, I do have an actual plot in mind if I continue this. I think if I get 2 or 3 reviews, I will continue. Maybe even one, depends how I feel lol. Well, that\'s all I\'ve got to say. Hope to hear from some of you soon in reviews.
P.S: sorry about any spelling mistakes

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