Chapter 1: Thunder and Roses

Mamoru being brainwashed into serving the Dark Kingdom wasn’t the strangest thing that happened recently. Usagi learning that she was the reincarnation of Queen Serenity and that Tuxedo Mask was the reincarnation of Prince Endymion was far more to process. But it was the worst thing. And Usagi being Usagi, she wasn’t taking any of it well.

The Sailor Scouts weren’t so demoralized that they could no longer fight their enemies, the youma. But deep down, they were all hiding their feelings from each other. So that made them process it all in their own personal ways.

Makoto was no exception. She always had a liking to Mamoru. Easily one of the most beautiful men she had ever seen, and his natural charisma made that so much better. As Tuxedo Mask he was a valued partner, and the times she quarreled with him in his civilian identity was just a front to hide how attracted she was to him.

Now as a brainwashed servant to the Dark Kingdom, he wasn’t anything like his original self. His new personality was the complete opposite of who he originally was, just as arrogant as any youma. Nor did he have any qualms about sparring with her or the rest of the Sailor Scouts when accompanying Queen Beryl’s youma. There were small traces of his original self left, she loved watching him and Kunzite go at it when they disagreed on small things. But there was no question that they were enemies.

So Makoto had a completely different reaction from Usagi’s sorrow, her friend’s feelings part and parcel as being the reincarnation of Serenity. A reaction she wouldn’t share with her friends and was at pains to admit even to herself. Namely, lust. Instead of being repulsed at the sight of him in Queen Beryl’s service, she just found him even more handsome and beautiful. Whatever despair she felt at seeing him was always drowned out by how hot and bothered she would get whenever she went toe to toe with him.

She ignored it as best she could. That didn’t change that she knew the feelings were there. The first time she felt it all the way up to when she went home.

She did the usual before she went to bed. Taking off her clothes and letting her hair down, she showered, trying to focus on the soothing sensation of the hot water raining over her naked body as washed every bit of soap over her bare skin. But in the back of her mind, she fantasized about how much better it would be to have him behind her, running his fingers through her wet hair down her shoulders. And he fantasy of him bending her over and giving her a spank before he pulled her hair back and rammed her twat filled her with a sense of perverted longing far beyond her normal cravings for his touch.

Yet she still ignored those pesky thoughts. They weren’t her or what she believed. They were only a stress reaction. And she had faint feelings for Mamoru, but if destiny said he was Prince Endymion and she was Princess Serenity, then so be it. It was wrong for her to still feel that way towards him. Let alone want him now more than she ever did before.

She put on a sleeveless tight t-shirt and a black thong, the only clothes she had left that were clean. She went to bed, hoping she’d feel better in the morning and that she would see Mamoru again back to normal. Yett that night she tossed and turned, as a strange desire filled her body, and she could only think of him as Queen Beryl’s servant.

At first she tried to rationalize it as the full moon’s light shining in her window and getting in her eyes as why she couldn’t rest. But like an itch from a virus that needed to be scratched or the need to get up in the middle of the night for the toilet, there was only one way to make it go away. She couldn’t put it off any longer.

Cursing herself, she dipped her finger into her honeypot, soaking with her juices. Her vagina was so hot and wet that when she first touched herself, it felt like someone else’s finger entirely. She felt a little guilty touching herself to him underneath the moonlight, all she could be reminded of was Usagi and her love for Mamoru. Yet there was no other way.

That didn’t stop the first wave of relief she felt from darting her finger inside of her. More than the comfort of surrendering to this desire that had been gnawing at her, she realized how bad she needed it. As she succumbed to her passion, despite lying alone in her bed and seeing only her room and the familiar night sky, she was so enflamed with the delirium of her ecstasy that it felt like Mamoru was actually fingering out. And as her flesh was overwhelmed with rapture, so did her mind lose it’s senses.

She started wailing like a sex kitten, crying out his name. She reached her other hand under her shirt, and feverishly touched her large tits. Her nipples were stiff and erect, even more sensitive than her vagina was. It was hardly the first time she had touched herself before going to sleep but there was none of her usual technique. Her hips were jerking around, it had only been a few minutes but she already felt on the verge of a climax.

“Yes! Mamoru, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Her body was thrashing around under the sheets as much as her voice was shaking. Makoto’s cry changed to a shrill whimper when she came. For several minutes, she bit her lip, savoring the bliss of that release. Her crotch was soaked both from her own arousal and the fingers that had worked it Reality set in and she just realized what she did. But she took her fingers out of her twat and stared at them, dripping with her juices. She knew she should have felt guilty, but all she felt was relief both from having had it done and the bliss of her fantasies driving her to such heights of pleasure. Her mind and body settled down as she melted into a peaceful ecstasy.

Yet they didn’t go away. As that pleasurable reverie finally allowed her to calm down, she closed her eyes and nodded off. But when she opened her eyes again, she realized something was wrong. Outside her window, there was no full moon, only darkness. She tried to move, but she couldn’t. She looked and saw that her wrists and ankles were chained to her bed. She tried yanking herself free, with all her strength as a martial artist and as a Sailor Scout she should have been able to do so. But as much as she struggled, she couldn’t get break loose.

In the distance, she could only see two dark blue lights. They were set so perfectly apart and had an intensity to them that she realized they must have eyes. That would explain how they slowly got bigger and clearer, this thing was slowly approaching her. She could only think it was an agent of the Dark Kingdom.

As her enemy grew nearer, flames suddenly erupted around her, as if she was some kind of sacrificial offering. The darkness was cast off in the golden light. Despite that, she started to only feel weaker and more vulnerable. She realized that this stranger could see so much of her dressed in only her underwear, and without any vanity she knew that she was beautiful and there were so many people who would covet her in all the wrong ways. Nor did it feel right that the ecstasy of that guilty orgasm were still washing over her, making her feel safe and calm when she knew and wished that she should have instead felt revulsion.

She could faintly see more of this person’s physical build, tall and masculine. But she still couldn’t see his face.

She blinked again and then she saw him again, now suddenly on the mattress with his face at her crotch. His hands buried themselves into her ass cheeks before her attacker grabbed the thong and pulled it down past her thighs and off her body and tossed it aside. And then she felt his tongue wriggling deep in her cunt.

His blue eyes stared right into hers. His hands were holding firmly onto her luscious thighs to keep her from kicking away and his face was right at her vagina. As he was holding her down, he ran his hands up and down her legs, to fondle her as much as it was to hold her. Her own pleasure still strong in her body and his tongue actively thrashing around in her vagina sent a perverted thrill through her whole body.

Makoto wriggled against his grip as hard as possible. She also was breathing roughly, holding in the moans that were threatening to break free from her lips. She knew what was happening to her was wrong and that had she had to fight it, no matter how good it felt. But between the restraints tying on her hands and his feet and his strong hands still clutching her thighs, she was completely in his power. And eventually she stopped wanting to fight him.

He was eating her out with an ardent passion. Yet he made sure to slow down just to tease her from time to time, and then he would resume his previous pace. Even in her silence he must have felt something shift in her restraint too, because eventually he let her go. And indeed she stopped fighting, simply shaking with a nervous giddiness as he ate her out.

She let a whimper escape her lips. Still fondling her legs, he moved his hands up her soft stomach and up her shirt to grab onto her voluptuous tits. As he touched her, she got a much better idea of just how big his hands were. All the better suited to grope her sizeable breasts.

Her hooters spilled out from between his fingers as he held onto them. He massaged the soft and pliant texture of her tits with the perfect mix of intensity and softness. He ran his fingers into the soft flesh of her areolas, faintly brushing up against her hard nipples all the while she moaned in his succulent caresses. Eventually he abandoned this brief gentleman’s facade and firmly tweaked the sensitive caps.

Between his tongue still deep inside her vagina and his fingers clamping down onto her nipples, she finally came again. She allowed herself to finally cry out, submitting to the pleasure he stirring inside of her. He looked up at her. She returned his gaze, she could see the shape of his head, a mess of black hair crowning it, and his chin dripping with her fresh nectar. But now his blue eyes seemed almost amused at the sight of her.

She blinked again and now he was hovering on top of her. After that orgasm she felt no alarm at his boldness. Completely naked, she was in awe of his masculine form, built and lined with muscles from his well defined pecs to his chiseled abs. He looked completely human just like the other high ranking youma like Zoisite and Kunzite. She caught herself from her admiration and now looked him squarely in the eye. But the instant she recognized him, she gasped.

It was Mamoru. Malicious emotions poured out of his blue eyes yet his stoic face was still as handsome and gentle as ever. And after the loving treatment she felt at his hands, seeing him naked for the first time, she wanted him more than ever. Clad in the dark armor of Prince Endymion, she only realized that it only suited him all too well as a servant of Queen Beryl. Chained like this practically naked and alone with him who was truly naked, she was wet all over again.

“Mamoru! Snap out of it!”

He didn’t answer her. Instead he knelt down until his face was so close to hers that she felt his hot breaths on her lips and then they shared their first kiss together. In that state of submission she only brushed her lips lightly against his, ecstatic at finally having him. But as one of Queen Beryl’s minions, he was ravenous with her from the start, shoving his tongue right inside her mouth. Yet his violent kisses only felt so right and she gave it right back to him. In this lewd situation with her head resting on her soft pillow, tasting her fresh pussy juice as they made out with each other, and completely at his mercy, it was wrong but it just felt so right.

She wanted to touch him, to hold him. But she was still restrained. So she could only suck face with him that much more, savoring every little bit of contact she could have with him.

Then he broke the kiss, still staring at her. There was a shining strand of spit in between their tongues. And she was only left awestruck at how much she wanted more. She leaned her face upward to kiss him again but his head was too high up for her to reach.

He didn’t answer, just kept on walking until he was at the foot of her bed. He stared right at her with his cold red eyes for several moments before he climbed on top of it. That much closer, she could see was pitching a mean tent in his pants.

“Mamoru...” she said. She wasn’t afraid at all, and sighed longingly at the sight of him. She blinked again and suddenly he was naked, hovering right on top of her. She felt his hot breaths on her skin and looking over herself, she realized she was naked too.

He grabbed hold of her throat with just the perfect amount of pressure, not gentle but not rough either. But she never felt so brave and eager, still looking gazing longingly into his eyes. “Do you want to become mine?” he said.

“Yes! Take me Mamoru! Kiss me! Rape me! Just please ... have me...”

He grabbed her breasts again so roughly it almost hurt. That discomfort only fed her libido, and she started moving up at him, practically begging him for it. She wanted to appeal to his dark side and be used.

Those moments of desperation seemed too long for her. She couldn’t think of anything but him and every moment she kept thrusting at nothing she felt more hopeless and horny. She needed him filling her up.

And then he did that blessed thing and rammed himself all the way to the end of her cunt. She howled out loud like a wild animal. He didn’t stop either, he pistoned his cock back and forth inside of her juicy tunnel as fast and rough as she wanted it while digging his hands deeper into her tits, moving them around as if they were clay. It was painful but it was good pain, and she hit her hips back against his with just as much ferocity. With how much she was fucking him, it was like an unspoken contest of wills to see who could fuck each other harder and faster.

It was so good. She closed her eyes and melted into the sweetness of the bliss. As long as things stayed like this, everything would be alright.

Not too soon either. The pressure inside of her was mounting and she let all of her love cries escape her, feeling no shame whatsoever. All she could feel were his hands and his dick. Her moans became louder and louder as she was ready for her joyous climax.

Yet there was a strange ringing sound in the distance. It was small at first, but it didn’t take long for it grow. Soon she heard it more than she felt the wonderful hands and penis of the man on top of her.

Then she opened her eyes and it was all gone. The sun was shining through her windows and she was all alone in her room. And that loud beeping was right in her fucking ears.

Makoto slammed her hand on her alarm clock, shutting it off. She almost smashed it when she did that and still had a mind to do it anyway. In that early morning grogginess, she felt no guilt and was just angry that she was suddenly roused from one of the best dreams of her life. And she was still really wet. Angry and horny, she darted a hand down her snatch until she was satisfied.
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And things were about to get more complicated for Makoto. The Sailor Scouts just managed to dispatch a youma at a dance club. Another scheme from the Dark Kingdom to steal energy had just been foiled.

But their enemies wouldn’t let them off that easily. Before they knew it, Mamoru appeared before them. The dark armor of Prince Endymion looked more appropriate on him as a slave to evil than it ever did as his original incarnation. And he was looking right at Makoto. The same dark eyes as in her dream.

Before any of them could react, Mamoru opened up a rift in reality. They were expecting Kunzite to pop out, but in an instant he was right at Jupiter. She threw a swing at him but he dodged it, seizing her arm. Usagi and her friends went at him, but he was too quick. He dragged into her that rift and it sealed up behind them.

The two of them were all alone in a dark space. No fires this time but the crystal chambers of the Dark Kingdom. And there was a bed.

Just like in the dream, she thought to herself. But now alone with him, she had no idea what would happen.

“Mamoru, please snap out of it!”

He only gave her a cold smile. He had taken her to get answers out of her by any means necessary. Yet he was alone with her in his personal demesne. No Kunzite to nag at him and no Queen Beryl to keep him in check. As Tuxedo Mask he had long gotten used to the sight of Usagi and her friends in their Sailor Scout uniforms while in combat so he couldn’t be distracted by their beauty and their natural enemies the youma had no love for them either. And now as as their new enemy, he couldn’t focus on how beautiful she was or how naturally alluring she looked right now. He certainly wouldn’t do it for fear of looking disloyal before his wicked comrades.

But here he was away from all that. Now that she alone and at his mercy, he allowed himself to stare at her. Her long legs, her ample breasts heaving with every breath took, and her face so beautiful whether she was in the heat of battle or looking at him longingly like she was now, for reasons in his brainwashed stupor he still couldn’t parse. He was still a man, and he felt a heat growing in his loins.

Even with those dark eyes of his, she felt the shift in his attitude. The same lewd feelings welled up in her too and despite being in this place alone with him, she was at peace with it. As long as she could have him, it wouldn’t be so bad.

Before she could say anything to him again, he rushed on over to her and, grabbing her bare arms, pulled her into a deep kiss. She kissed him right back before she could even think to say anything to him. He ran his hands up to her shoulders and down her back. The skintight uniform, he could intimately feel her skin underneath as she could feel his caresses just as intimately, it was like she was already naked. She reached up and grabbed the back of his neck, holding him closer.

Her breasts were pushing right up against him. He could feel the pressure of them rubbing right up against him, but his armor tied around his uniform was getting in the way from feeling them as much as he wanted. He quickly broke the kiss to better focus on unstrapping the armor. In that brief moment of separation, she thought to say something, but with this bed behind her and finally having kissed him, his hands having ran all over her, she was craving this moment just as much as he was.

He got the armor off and grabbed the small of her back into another kiss. She eagerly kissed him back once more, his lips and tongue tasted so much better after that brief separation and she couldn’t resist him anymore. He acutely felt her breasts pushing up against him now. With her uniform so skintight over her nubile and appetizing body, he could feel their shape and texture rubbing up and down on him as they clung to each other sucking face.

His hands moved to her front, clutching hard onto her chest. The Sailor Scout uniforms always conformed perfectly to each of the girls’ perfectly sculpted bodies. But with Makoto having such a naturally large chest, he always got a good look at the shape of her tits bulging out. And he loved having the freedom to fondle her breasts completely as if she were naked.

She broke the kiss to moan from him touching her there. Her chest was always so sensitive but right now they were on fire. As her suit accentuated the shape of her delicious body, so too did it allow her nipples to poke out, stiff with arousal. His large hands were already able to grope her entire mounds and squish them in between his fingers, much to her satisfaction. But as he felt her caps peeking out on the palms of his hands, he held out his fingers away to make it easier for him to use his palms and mash onto them in all sorts of directions.

Whatever little restraint Makoto had was long gone at that point. He was touching the most delicate parts of her with just the right amount of ferocity, and even though it was a little painful, all she could think of was how good he felt. Her initial yelps of excitement by now had turned into peaceful gasps as she was ready for whatever came to pass. Her confused feelings and the trauma of losing a dear friend were burned away from the joy of having him for real.

He grinned and pinched her nipples hard and she squeaked helplessly again. Pleased by that reaction, he lowered his head and took her each of her teats in his mouth turn by turn. He hungrily licked all over the pliant flesh of her tits and her nipples, and even used his teeth a bit on the protruding ends of her caps to tease them. Makoto held onto his head, moaning loud and deeply in this private space with him. The sailor suit was so thin that she could intimately feel his wet hungry mouth on his breasts as if she were naked, and she wanted more.

She grabbed onto his crotch and felt his penis, rock hard just like she wanted. He lost his composure and pushed her down onto the bed. Him still standing over her, she grabbed him there again and worked to unbutton his pants, wanting to get him naked and have him fuck her as much as she wanted to fuck him.

He was grunting from her touches. It didn’t take long for her to get his pants down and grab hold of his naked cock. Far from needing him to cry out, instead he ravaged her that much more fiercely. The texture of her thin gloves was so soft and inviting, it allowed her to grab onto his dick hard and jack him off fast with no discomfort on his part.

The front of her thin sailor suit was wet and transparent from him sucking on her tits, he could see the skin of her teats underneath. So he was easily able to grab onto the fabric and tear it off, revealing her bare breasts before him. He knelt down and sucked on her tits again, loving the feel of her bare skin on his tongue. She could acutely feel the heat in his penis on her hands through her gloves but he tasted her heat that much more as her bosom was naked on his mouth.