A/N: Hey everyone! Welcome to my first Descendents Fanfic! I just want to say thank you for choosing this one out of the several that are out there. I wrote this because I could tell there is a serious lack of Bal Fanfiction and because I've had several ideas floating around in my head since I saw the movie. I will try to keep this as cannon as possible, but with Descendents 2 coming out sometime next year, it may not be cannon after that. Anyway, I have a few warnings and such for you!
There will be plenty of lemons throughout this story, this first chapter included, so be aware of that. If that isn't your thing, then maybe this story isn't for you.
There will also be some violence throughout the story, so if you are sensitive to blood, gore, and even abuse, this may also not be for you.
The other thing I mustmention is that there will be someone in this story with PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder). I have never written anything so serious in my life, so I first of all want to apologize to anyone who may feel I do not write about accurately. I do not intend on offending anyone, so I apologize if I do. If you have an issue with the way I display it, please let me know so I can learn to write about it better and such. I want to be a sensitive to this as possible. I worked tirelessly to write about to the best of my ability. I just ask that you don't make me feel bad about it. I know it is an anxiety disorder. Having an anxiety disorder of my own, although different, I know that reading about it can cause some issues, and that is the last thing I want to do. So making me feel bad about will give me anxiety. I'm having anxiety just writing about it. I don't take this stuff lightly. So please understand that I will be careful about it.
I also must write this disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN DESCENDENTS OR ANY RIGHTS TO ITS CHARACTERS OR ANY OTHER ASPECTS OF THE MOVIE AND BOOK. ALL RIGHTS AND ASPECTS BELONG TO DISNEY AND MELISSA DE LA CRUZ. I OWN NOTHING!
Lastly, I must thank my first beta, MistressTerrible for her time and effort in helping me edit Chapters 1 & 2. Her advice was essential to my first two chapters. I could not have the story I do without her. I also must thank my current beta, Death of a Dark Angel, for currently assisting me from Chapter 1 to present and for giving me advice that I don't think I could have written this story without. So thank you to the both of them. Anyway, enough babble, here is Chapter 1!
The sunset painted the sky a magnificent arrangement of colors, surrounding Ben and Mal. They were basking in the setting sun's warmth, lying side by side together on a soft blanket at the enchanted lake. It was more than just their favorite spot; it was their escape from the world.
No one could bother them here.
When the sun was halfway down the horizon, Mal began to wonder how she got to be so lucky; guys like Ben never gave girls like her a second look. What in the world could Ben really like about her? She was raised by the most evil villain on the planet.
Her cruel and immoral mother demanded her daughter be just like her. At the young age of four, Mal committed her first wicked act. She still regrets it so much to the point she refuses to even acknowledge it. The things her mother had made her to do were unspeakable. If she didn't do what her mother told her to, she would beat her. There were many days that Mal would go to sleep with blood-soaked clothes. Her mother refused to allow her to change after the beatings because she wanted Mal to get used to seeing blood, especially her own. It was meant to teach Mal that, when blood is shed, it's either yours or the person next to you.
She'd never let anyone see the pain she felt from her everyday life. At some point, she felt it was normal and that she would soon enjoy what she did, much like her mother. That, of course, never happened. The remorse of her actions always haunted her, and her mother made her suffer for it.
From her mother's torture to the atrocious acts of villainy, which always seemed to riddle her with guilt, Mal was scarred, both spiritually and physically. Why would Ben like someone who is so, what's the word? Broken. She had to know.
"Ben?" she sighed as she turned to him.
"Yeah?"
"What do you like about me?"
"Where is this coming from?" Ben asked as he sat up to look at her.
"Curiosity," she said, sitting up with him.
"Come on, I know you better than that. What's up?" Ben asked, raising an eyebrow curiously.
"I guess I don't understand why you choose to be with me. Especially with who I am."
"What do you mean? Who do you think you are?"
"I'm Maleficent's daughter. I was born and raised evil. I've done bad things. Horrible things. Unspeakable things."
"Mal," Ben breathed,"your mother doesn't define who you are. You do that. And so what if you have done bad things? We all have. You just have to learn to let go of what you did and move on."
"That still doesn't answer my question. Why in the world do you like me? You could have anyone or anything that you want."
"Mal, there is only one thing in the entire universe that I want."
"What do you want?"
"You, Mal. I want you," he said, his face completely serious.
As the sun sank below the horizon, Mal found herself stunned. She didn't know what to think. All she could do was stare at him, speechless. That was the last thing she expected to hear. Ben looked into her sparkling green eyes, which were glowing. The look on her face made him want to melt. The couple couldn't help but lock lips, moving them together in unison. Eyes closed, they enjoyed the feel of the other's lips on their own. The whole world stood still as they kissed. They pulled away breathless, their foreheads pressed together.
The sun had finally set and the stars began to shine brilliantly, and the moon, full and bright, illuminated the two of them. Fireflies glowed around them, reflecting off the lake. Combined with the moon and the stars, it created a world of magic just for them.
"Say that again," Mal whispered.
"I want you, Mal," Ben whispered as he cupped her face and pulled her back to him. Her arms snaked around his neck as the kiss deepened, becoming more heated. It wasn't long before Ben's hands slid down Mal's arms, causing her to shiver. Ben withdrew his mouth from hers and began lightly kissing her neck. Mal's breathing began to quicken. She was feeling something begin to coil tightly in her stomach. It was powerful, but in a good way. She had never felt it before, but she knew what it was. Desire. She wanted him too.
She decided to take matters into her own hands. She pulled her T-shirt up over her head and tossed it to the side. She was thankful that, while the lights of the moon, stars, and fireflies were glowing intensely, it was still too dark for Ben to see the scars that riddled her body. Ben looked at her inquisitively.
"Mal, you don't have to do this. I can wait for you."
"I know, but I want to."
Ben nodded, knowing that she had made up her mind. That was one of the things Ben loved about Mal; she was decisive and strong willed. When she wanted something, nothing would stop her.
Ben continued his light kisses down Mal's neck, moving slowly toward her chest. The closer he got, the faster Mal breathed. Her heart was racing, but she didn't care. This felt good, and she didn't want it to stop. When he reached the top of her breasts, her breathing faltered. She wasn't going to let her nerves get the best of her. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to her lap. Ben's breath hitched in his throat, drinking in the delicate swells of pale skin tipped off with beautiful rosy buds. With the way he was looking at her, Mal almost wanted to cover herself up and run away, shyness creeping through her flushed body.
"Beautiful," Ben sighed. Mal didn't think so though, but she swallowed her thoughts and said nothing.
"May I?" Ben asked as he reached for her. She nodded her head silently, wondering what he was thinking, but that didn't last long. He gripped one breast, massaging it tenderly while suckling on the other delicate bud. She arched her back toward him, wanting more. Mal's moans made Ben strain against his shorts. He loved this sound, and he wanted to hear more of it. He soon switched breasts and gave them each the same attention. Once he felt satisfied with his work, he pushed her to her back and leaned up to kiss her again. She, as always, tasted of sweet strawberries. He loved that taste, but there was something else he wanted to sample.
He began trailing his kisses down her body again, Mal still whimpering with want. He lightly kissed each breast again, worshiping them. He trailed down past her belly button, making her writhe beneath him. Ben hooked his fingers under her pants and underwear, looking at her for permission. Ben was always such a gentleman, never doing anything without asking her. She nodded, knowing that she really, truly wanted this. He pulled it all off in one swift movement. Ben stopped for a moment to admire Mal's naked body. Under the moonlight, she was glowing. It was absolutely breathtaking. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Mal's whole body flushed, not used to being so exposed in front of anyone.
"Mal, do you trust me?" Ben asked softly.
"With my life, why?"
"Because I want to try something."
"Oh. Well, I'm ready for you then."
"No. Not that; not yet."
"Well then wha..?" She didn't get a chance to finish when she felt a finger slide up her heated center. Head, thrown back, Mal cried out in both shock and pleasure. The look of pleasure on her face made Ben strain even more against his shorts, he swore they were going to burst. He found the delicate bud between her folds, so soft and warm. He knew this was where he needed to focus his attention. Taking two fingers, he began to rub it lightly, so delicately. As he applied more pressure, Mal was squirming and breathing so hard that he was worried it was too much for her. He pulled away.
"DON'T STOP!" Mal commanded him. He chuckled a little before getting back to his work. As he moved his fingers, Mal couldn't help but try to move with them. Ben had to hold her down with one hand to keep her still. When he felt like she was getting too close to the edge, he stopped again. Mal glared at him in anger, wanting him to finish her.
She was about to yell at him when he pressed his lips to where his fingers once were, his body laying completely flat. Mal threw her head back in ecstasy, her legs lying on his shoulders and over his back. He began to run his tongue all around the little bud, making it difficult for her to breathe. She couldn't help but tangle her fingers in his hair, needing something to hold on to, and what better than him. She was pulling his hair hard, but he didn't care. It meant he was doing well. The screams of pleasure she was making and the pooling of wetness beneath her was proof of that as well. She really, truly deserved to feel an entire world of pleasure before he hurt her. He continued moving his tongue around inside her, delving as deep as he could and lapping at the little bud whenever he felt it was necessary. He also sucked on it a little, wanting to see how she would react. He was learning how to read her body. He wanted to know what gave her the most pleasure. That was all he wanted to do for the rest of his life. He wanted to make her happy. And right now, she was more than happy; she was radiant, glowing beneath the moon and stars. As she drew closer and closer to her climax, she began chanting Ben's name between breaths. It was enough encouragement to make Ben help her finish.
Mal screamed in euphoria as she reached her peak, her body quaking beneath him, the strength of her orgasm consuming her entire body. After the waves of pleasure began to cease, her body began to go slack. Unknown to Ben, this was her first ever orgasm, so naturally, she wanted more.
"That was incredible. I've never felt anything like that before," she panted, her hand splayed across her chest, trying to catch her breath.
"What, ever?" Ben asked with a look of disbelief on his face.
"No." She breathed, shaking her head.
Ben couldn't help but be proud of himself, knowing he could bring her this kind of satisfaction and that he was the first. He hoped he would be the only one to do so.
"I want you too, Ben," Mal sighed when her breathing returned to normal.
"But, Mal, it's really going to hurt. Are you sure you are up for this?"
"I've never been more sure in my life." Ben nodded, taking her words to heart. He was glad she was still slick from her first orgasm as it would make it a lot less painful for her, but still, he knew it was going to hurt like hell.
He stripped himself of his clothes before sinking down and settling between her legs. Mal looked at his manhood, wondering how in the world it was going to fit inside her.
"This is going to hurt, Mal."
"I don't care. I doubt it will hurt more than anything from my past," she stated, referring to her mother's beatings.
Ben sighed, dreading the thought of causing Mal pain. That was the last thing he wanted. He placed his hands on either side of her head. Mal's body tensed, not knowing what to expect. Taking one big breath, he pushed into her, slowly. Mal could feel herself stretching to accommodate his girth. It was uncomfortable, at least until he suddenly surgery forward, wanting to take the band aid technique. Mal screamed loudly, the pain so much stronger than anything she had ever felt before. She dug her nails into his back, raking them all the way down, not knowing she was drawing blood.
"It's ok, Mal, it's ok. I've got you," Ben said, holding her close, trying to reassure her. Her breathing, fast and heavy, was extremely labored. He started to feel like this was too much for her, regretting putting her through this. He began to pull out when she stopped him.
"No," she commanded,"Just give me a minute. I don't want to stop." He didn't move a muscle, waiting for her to be ready. He would wait as long as she needed despite the urge to keep going. He also was fighting with himself to stop, but she wanted this. He didn't want to disappoint her.
Eventually, the pain subsided and she was able to move her hips a little. That was all Ben needed to finally begin moving within her. It was slow at first, him not wanting to hurt her anymore than he already had.
"Harder," Mal panted when she finally began to feel her stomach begin to coil tightly with desire again. Ben did as she said and began to move harder, faster. Mal couldn't help but move with him. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper into her. She was once again groaning with ecstasy.
Ben was determined to bring her to climax again. He wanted her to feel pleasure every day of her life, but even more, he wanted to be the one to do it. He didn't want anyone else to see her this way, let alone touch her. He wanted to convince himself that she would never leave him. It was confirmed she never would because it was his name that rolled off Mal's lips every time he thrust back into her; it was his back that she dragged her nails down, drawing his blood; it was him that she was making love to; it was only him who would ever be able to see or touch her like this. He had never been so possessive, but when it came to his dark princess, she was his and his alone. He was hers. They had claimed each other.
Mal grabbed his shoulders and rolled them so she was on top. She gripped him and began to ride him, grinding herself into his pelvic bone every time she dropped down on him. Ben couldn't help but thrust up into her. There was a spot he kept hitting that had her mewling. Mal couldn't help but throw her head back in euphoria, her back arched as she drew closer to her climax. It was a beautiful site for Ben, the way Mal's breasts bounced, her fingers tangled in her curls, the way her back arched, the way he disappeared into her every time she crashed down onto him. He loved hearing his name rolling from her lips, knowing he was the only one who would ever do this with her. He was so thankful that only he would get to see her like this.
Ben sat up, wanting to be closer to Mal, gripping her hips as she moved to get on her knees, giving her the leverage she needed to slide herself up and down his length. He gripped her hips as she hung on to his shoulders. Her chest moved against his as they moved together, as one. Each time Ben thrust up into her, Mal couldn't help but cry out in ecstasy. It got to the point where the she couldn't move because the pleasure was so intense. She laid her head on his shoulder, wanting to be closer to him as well. She was close to finishing, but he was closer. He absolutely refused to finish without her. He could tell Mal was holding back, scared to fall over that edge.
"It's ok Mal, just let go. I've got you." That was all Mal needed to hear. Ben thrust up into her one last time, causing Mal to finally fall over the edge, screaming Ben's name as she came, her eyes shut tightly as she clammed down onto him. This brought Ben to his climax, making him spill into her as he finished. Their bodies went slack, causing them to crash down onto the blanket. They couldn't help but laugh. Ben pulled out of her, causing Mal to feel slightly empty without him, but he drew her into his arms, making her feel safe and warm. They kissed once again, slowly and sweetly, with none of the previous urgency left in it.
"That was incredible," Mal sighed.
"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"Did you enjoy yourself too?" Mal asked as her eyes began to drift shut.
"Of course. I just made love to the most beautiful girl in the universe." Mal could feel the heat surging through her body as she blushed. She still wasn't used to hearing compliments like that.
"Well," she breathed,"I hope there is more of that in the near future."
"Oh trust me there will be."
"I don't think this night could get any better," Mal whispered.
"Oh, I think it can."
"How so?" she asked on the verge of falling asleep.
"Mal, will you marry me?"
Her eyes shot open, wondering if she was dreaming. Had Ben just asked her, Mal, to marry him? She looked into his eyes and saw that he had indeed asked her. She couldn't believe it.
"Yes," was all she could choke out. They shared another kiss, which grew quickly in intensity, even with signs of exhaustion showing from their previous activities. They had to pull away all too soon, tired but content.
"I love you Mal."
"I love you too Ben," Mal whispered as he pulled another blanket over the two of them. They soon drifted off to sleep, still tangled in each other's arms.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed Chapter 1! I plan on updating weekly, unless otherwise specified! Expect Chapter 2 next Saturday or Sunday! Reviews are appreciated, but no flames please!