Title: Voyeur


She knew they would be furious if they found out. Unforgiving. She risked losing everything: their trust, their respect, and worst of all, their friendship. The ties that bound them would be tested to their limits, probably breaking forever. There would be nothing she could say to justify her actions, if they even let her get that far. She had everything to lose.

But she had to know. There was no other way.

The planning phase took weeks, and the mental discipline needed for such a risky execution was an exhausting endeavor, especially for her; she wasn’t used to focusing for more than a few hours at any task, but this one was far too important to toss out on a wing and a prayer. She though that Venus might be suspicious at her new enthusiasm for training, especially with cloaking spells, but the older girl was understandably distracted, which she tried to conceal from Serenity as well.

They both had secrets.

What she would do to her if she knew Serenity was crouched in the shadows, leaning against the corner of a wall and hidden by a hedge, peeking through the leaves and watching Venus pace in the moonlight, stopping every once in a while to sit on the stone bench in the garden, and then skittering up again after only a few seconds, twisting her hair up compulsively.

She hoped she learned something new tonight.

Her first mission had her tracking Jupiter through a redwood forest in the dead of night, her nerves screaming as she followed the girl’s curly head off of the trail and into the choking darkness. Her stomach was twisted into a tight ball as she leaned against an ancient tree, which thankfully took pity on her and lowered its branches, all but concealing her from view, an unexpected ally in the foreign territory.

She watched as they spent the first half hour talking, of all things. Serenity started to grow impatient: she hadn’t risked her neck to watch Jupiter and her Earth general shoot the breeze.

She needed to know.

When they finally got down to it, she had leaned forward against the tree trunk, her mouth dropping open slightly as she watched the couple shed their clothing in the cold night air, their arms entwined. Jupiter was lucky to find someone that was equal to her height, Serenity thought, licking her lips as the Jovian pressed her lover against the tree trunk and swung a leg up over his hip. They shifted, adjusted, and then her head was tilted back, her auburn curls tumbling down her back as she cried out, her eyes staring straight up at the night sky. Serenity gripped the tree branch she was holding until her knuckles ached. Jupiter had a woman’s body: strong and tanned, her legs impossibly long, her breasts round like ripe fruit. His arm hooked under her knee, pulling it up as he thrust into her.

She leaned back, exposing her long neck, and then he—Nephrite! Serenity suddenly remembered his name—lowered his mouth and sucked on her breast, licking at her hard nipple. She moved against him harder, faster, until she cried out again, loud, and then dropped her head to his shoulder, panting.

Serenity released her grip slowly, a murmur of excitement in the pit of her stomach and between her legs, thinking that if that was all there was to it, maybe she didn’t need to continue this mission beyond this night, but then Jupiter did something unexpected.

She pulled off of her partner, and sank to her knees.

Serenity stood up straight.

She watched as Jupiter gripped his erection in his hands and started licking it, first the tip, sparingly, flicking her tongue, then long, lapping strokes down the shaft. Nephrite flinched, his eyebrows knotting together, his hands entwined in her hair, moaning as she moved forward and took him into her mouth.

This is what she had come for.

Jupiter’s head bobbed up and down as Nephrite started panting, then threw his head back against the tree, whispered something, and then groaned, his hands shaking as he grabbed her hair. He sank to the ground and pulled Jupiter to his chest, sucking in air, his eyes glassy.

Serenity returned to the Moon, committing to memory how Jupiter had positioned her hands, moved her lips, wishing she had been closer to see how much pressure she had used.

Jupiter was yawning the next morning at breakfast, her brilliant green eyes bloodshot, and noticeably winced as she sat down in her chair.

The next mission was easier in execution, since she didn’t have to go as far, but Mercury was wisely cautious and covered her tracks well. Serenity only had to go as far as Mercury’s lake, late into the slumber hours, but spent so much time trying to keep concealed that she nearly missed it.

She probably wouldn’t get this chance again.

They had been swimming. Mercury was laying on her back in the soft grass on the bank of the lake, unblemished by dirt or rock, naked in the pale Earthlight. Her hair was wet, her skin impossible pale, beautiful and uninhibited. Zoisite was naked, also, and Serenity watched him lean over and kiss her deeply on the mouth, then trail down her face and neck, licking the beads of lake water on her breasts, her ribs, her stomach, then lower. Serenity craned her neck from her position in the tree, watching his head dip between Mercury’s legs.

Mercury’s eyes had flown open, and her back arched. Serenity had never seen her like this before. She writhed on the grass, her hips bucking rhythmically, one hand reaching down to grab a handful of his wet hair, the other squeezing her own breast, her fingertips circling her nipple. He raised his head momentarily, pausing to slip his fingers inside of her, and then bent his head and continued. Mercury squealed with pleasure; Zoisite had very long fingers; and apparently, a matching talent with his mouth. Her breath quickened as she came closer and closer to climax, then suddenly her back arched, her arms shooting down to her sides as she gripped at the moon grass, emitting tiny squeaks as she rode out her orgasm.

Serenity found herself biting her own fingers.

How would she manage this?

She watched Zoisite lift his head as Mercury said something, then crawled up her body, mounting her. Then it was the in-out that she had seen with Jupiter, but horizontal this time, Mercury gasping and scratching gouges into her lover’s back, her eyes shut tight.

Serenity watched them smash together, then Zoisite suddenly lifted his body, pulled out of Mercury with a gasp, and came, spilling his seed onto her stomach and breasts. It was the first time Serenity had seen what it looked like.

It was white and wet, and there was a lot of it. She wondered what it felt like, to have it splash on your body like that. She knew Mercury would die before she shared that information.

The Mercurian was distracted for days after that, her gaze drifting out of focus when she thought no one was looking, and once, Serenity caught her staring into space and smiling for no particular reason.

These events paled in comparison to what she witnessed between Mars and Jadeite a week later.

It was her riskiest move yet; completely cloaking herself and crawling into a corner on Mars’s balcony, behind a column, and watched the couple make love in probably every position that the princess could conceive of, and some that she hadn’t.

Her brain worked furiously to remember all of it.

Their stamina was incredible, she thought. Mars was a dynamo, straddling him and riding, then turning around and facing his feet. She rode him fast, then slow, turned around and let him get on top, and soon they were slick with sweat, their breathing fast and shallow. He sat up, pulling her with him, her legs twisting around his back, letting him move her. She leaned onto her back, never breaking contact, her hands running up her body and through her hair.

Serenity hoped she looked as good when she tried that.

Jadeite was the loud one, moaning and gasping and swearing as he pulled out and flipped her over onto all fours, rising onto his knees. Mars whimpered slightly, then cried out as he began pounding into her, his fingers sinking into her hips.

Serenity’s clothing felt tight, her thighs damp with moisture. How could Mars take all of this and still manage to walk?

He pulled her up until she was kneeling, her knees apart, facing away from him, and thrust into her from behind, hard, pressing the side of his face to hers, one hand moving down between her legs and the other holding her under her breasts.

Mars pushed back against him and came, unable to make a sound.

Serenity nearly came, too.

Mars found her voice. “Don’t come in me again,” she rasped. “You’ll get me pregnant. Don’t—!”

Too late. Jadeite stiffened, then thrust forward as if being electrocuted, grunting through clenched teeth as he shuddered, releasing into her.

Good lesson to learn, Serenity thought as she tossed in her bed that night, thinking of Mars’s resigned look when she realized what happened.

Ever since, Mars was a ball of nerves, snapping at the slightest provocation, her eyes tight and dry with worry. Venus kept asking her what was wrong, which only made her more irritable.

Serenity watched them bicker and said nothing.

She had to be extra careful following Venus; she was the most cautious, and seldom made mistakes, especially when the stakes were this high. She caught a break: Venus drank more than usual that night, nervously checking the time, and didn’t notice the princess tracking her as she changed out of formal wear and into their everyday dress, draping and Grecian-style, but had covered both breasts instead of only one, which was traditional. Serenity had learned early on that it wasn’t prudent to wander on Earth with a breast hanging out, which seemed ridiculous to her, especially since she didn’t have that much to show. Not like Venus and Jupiter.

When he had seen her for the first time, poking around his gardens in the dead of night, she had not known that exposed breasts were so erogenous to men on Earth. Even just one.

However, his eyes had never left her face.

Serenity held her breath as Endymion’s first in command appeared out of the shadows, Venus turning to him with a smile on her face. Serenity smiled too; she had seen how they looked at each other while collecting their errant lieges. The current of desire running between them was practically palpable. It was her first trip to Earth, and Venus had not known to cover both breasts, either. Caught unawares, he had looked, she had blushed, and Serenity had laughed, not used to seeing her guardian unnerved.

Show me something, please; she spoke to Venus in her head. You teach me everything else. Teach me this.

They came together and kissed, their hands touching whatever was in reach. He reached up to take the straps of her dress off; she pushed his hand away. Serenity absently mirrored the action, brushing an imaginary hand off of her own shoulder.

She pushed him to the stone bench, straddling his lap. She broke contact and then reached up, pulling the ribbon that had held her hair up, her eyes never leaving his. Her hair came down in a gold curtain.

Hiding in the bush, Serenity loosed the clasped on one of her buns, letting her silver hair fall around her bare shoulder.

Venus finally pulled the draping off of her shoulders, and knelt over him, brushing his face lightly with her exposed breasts. She tossed her hair over one shoulder, pressing his face to her chest, her neck, before her mouth found his again.

Serenity licked her lips as she watched their coupling, Venus giving hushed, whispered orders. Touch me. Use your teeth.
Harder. Make me scream. Her dress was pulled all the way down, her arms wrapped around his neck as she rose and lowered onto him, steady and hard.

A voice tickled her ear. “I’ve never seen him take orders from anyone but me.” She would have jumped, shouted, but she knew the voice, knew his scent, knew his touch. She closed her eyes as he ran his fingers up her bare arm. “Naughty girl.”

She turned her head to look into his eyes. They were amused. She raised a finger to her lips, slowly, and hushed him. She leaned back against him, feeling the hardness poke her in the back. “I’m trying to learn something.”

Endymion pulled her closer. “I could teach you. Watch.” He turned her head back to the couple in the garden. “He can’t hold out much longer.” True enough, Kunzite’s mouth had dropped open, and he moved Venus with more intensity. “But he’s not going to get off until she does.” Serenity gasped as she felt his hand reaching under her dress, his fingers lightly stroking her thigh. Her mouth watered as he touched her, his fingers slipping inside.

A few feet away, Venus leaned back, her eyes bright, her expression pained. She never stopped giving orders. Harder. Yes. Goddess, don’t hold back. Please. Harder. Harder.

Serenity came a moment before Venus did, Endymion’s hand clamped over her mouth to stifle her cries, her body straining to keep still. Venus had the luxury of shouting in the darkness, writhing wildly as the spasms gripped her, her nails digging into Kunzite’s arms.

“His turn.” Endymion’s voice was hoarse. She panted and watched as he pulled Venus close, gave a final shove into her, and came, groaning, his mouth open but his eyes shut tight. For a long time, they didn’t move, folded together with their heads on each other’s shoulders, trying to catch their breath.

Serenity felt him plant a kiss on her neck. “Now, they’re going to go to his room and sleep for a few hours, then start again. The record is three times in one night. Tomorrow he’ll be exhausted and try to hide it, but not very well.”

“Her, too,” she admitted. “She’ll think of something to keep me busy so I won’t notice. In fact,” she turned her body to face him. “She may be so distracted that she won’t notice that I’m just as tired.”

“Oh?” His smiled was predatory. “Why would you be tired?”

She ran a finger down his face, remembering everything she had learned over the last few weeks. Use her mouth. Let him use his. Keep it interesting. Keep in control. “Take me to your room. I have something to show you.”