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In
her dreams each night, Rei lived the lives of different people, but
always returning to her ancestor, the king of Mars. In some ways she
understood time and destiny better than Pluto ever would. Pluto was
an observer, but Rei lived the lives of the actual participants.
The
destruction of Persephone had consequences far beyond what the king
expected. This was the key event that would eventually lead to the
formation of the Silver Millennium.
To settle the final war,
the Sailor Senshi offered themselves as sacrifices for their planets
and people. The Queen of the Moon kingdom rejected their
sacrifice.
The Senshi offered themselves as hostages to keep
their families in power. The Queen had no use for hostages.
The
Senshi then offered themselves as slaves to the Moon kingdom to
preserve the designs of their fathers and were rejected again.
They
called upon the Queen and asked, “What can we offer you to stop
this war? You do not want us as sacrifices, as hostages or as slaves.
How can we serve our planets and people, the power of our families
and the designs of our fathers?”
“I do not welcome
sacrifices, I do not want hostages and I abhor slavery. Can you not
see beyond each of your planets, your families or your fathers?”
The
oath the Senshi and promise of the Queen of the Moon, sworn on that
day will not be repeated here, not yet. It is enough to know that at
the rise of the Silver Millennium, the Senshi joined as one in
service, sacrifice and honor to all people of the Sol system. In
unity and love they protected the Queen of the Moon and ended the
cycle of Sailor Wars. At least for a time.
The Senshi had
given up certain powers and knowledge and became the inner circle of
the Queen of the Moon. In the process they became free of the petty
ambitions of their fathers and guided their own planets into harmony.
They gained new powers and did not remember the old learning. In her
dreams Rei became a mistress of this forgotten learning.
Rei
had been dating Momoru for three months. She knew that he considered
her a child, but he liked her company. She was often embarrassed by
her own juvenile behavior, but Mamoru didn’t seem to mind –
that was part the attraction.
Sometimes, out of the corner of
her eye, she saw the sadness in his expression. During a walk in the
park he confided in her about growing up with no memories of parents
or a childhood. Then he unburdened himself about the dreams of being
the man in the mask and a lost princess.
Rei immediately knew
that he must be Tuxedo-kamen, who seemed to show up whenever Sailor
Crybaby fell on her ass. “If he is Tuxedo kamen, then Usagi
must be the lost moon princess…” Rei thought. “And
that means that Tuxedo-kamen must also be …”
Mamoru
wasn’t sure how he had ended up dating a middle school girl,
but it was all in good fun. He wasn’t the type of person to
take advantage of her age. “Someday she would find a real
boyfriend,” he thought. “She is high maintenance, but
she’ll be worth it” He wished the “next” guy
luck! He was also dimly aware of her growing maturity and wisdom. And
her beauty.
At the temple one afternoon, Mamoru collapsed.
Between school and his job, the search for the jewel and battles with
the Negaverse, he was exhausted. The dreams would not let him sleep.
Rei caught him before he hit the floor.
He awoke to find
himself being held and rocked in a woman’s arms. His body
remembered the mother that had once held him this way, even if his
mind didn’t. It took him several moments to realize who was
holding him. He blushed and wanted to pull away… but he
couldn’t. They both ignored the wetness in their eyes.
Rei
took charge. That is one of her talents. Mamoru found himself in a
spare room, under a warm quilt and finishing a cup of herbal tea. He
fell asleep quickly and dreamt of his forgotten mother and the lost
princess. He was still unable to see her face, though her long back
hair seemed to shine in the moonlight and was familiar to
him.
Mamoru began to spend more nights in the temple’s
spare room. It was the only place he could rest and he seldom dreamt
of transforming into Tuxedo-kamen there. More importantly, he dreamt
of the dark haired woman. His mother, his lover or was she someone
else?
In spite of his sophistication and inborn nobility,
Mamoru was a shy person. His sense of personal honor would prevent
him from taking advantage of the teenage girl sleeping behind the
screen in the next room. But inside, he was a man and had his
feelings and fantasies. And lust…
Rei bided her time.
She could be patient when she needed to be. The man in the spare room
was already hers even if he wasn’t aware of it yet. He enjoyed
the special tea and did not question its contents or why she used the
sacred fire to brew it.
Nightmare on the night of the new moon
-
He is sitting in the front seat of the car, his father driving
and mother asleep in the back seat. Mamoru has asked his father a
dozen times why they have left home, but his father ignores him. That
makes Mamoru angry...
… angry at the red haired bitch
that destroyed his kingdom and now threatens the woman he loves. He
can not save her. The last thing he hears is her voice...
…voice
calling for help because she is afraid to fight the monster and has
tripped over her own feet, “Help me, Tuxedo kamen-sama!”
His
dream tells him that he must have killed his father and mother. His
dream tells him that he failed to save his lover. His dream tells him
that that he will fail to rescue the clumsy girl with the blonde
hair. He is lost in self hate and loathing.
He is unable to
breathe. Rei is there for him. She is always there for him and always
will be. She protects him from the dreams, from his failures. She is
not a child, she is a woman, the most beautiful woman he has ever
seen. She is his mother and his lost princess. The sight of her in
her nightgown inflames him. She presses his head between her high,
perfect breasts. The smell of her skin, the sheen of her sweat
overwhelms him.
He hears her heartbeat in perfect rhythm with
his own. The heartbeat is a pounding in his skull. His cock is hard
and tight, pain and pleasure combined. He is on top of her, they are
both naked. She is licking his neck. Her tight rock hard nipples rub
across and against his chest. His balls ache for release as she
gently rubs a fingernail across the wrinkled sac. Their legs
intertwine, gripping each other.
They are gasping, breathing
only the heady scents of their excited bodies. They feel each others
needs. She braces herself on her arms so he can suckle her breasts.
She is rubbing the head of his shaft around the slickness of her
pulsing slit. He can feel her heat, her wetness as she guides him
into her virgin opening. For a moment he savors the sensation. They
begin to move in the rhythm of their beating hearts. His full manhood
slowly enters her. She envelops his cock in her warmth and wetness.
They withdraw slightly and anticipate the next heartbeat. He drives
deeper this time, her tightness is an unbearable pleasure. She feels
him stretching her from inside, loving the pressure and pain.
Their
hearts beat again, he can feel the barrier within her. There is no
thought, there is only need. He thrusts deeply, tearing the delicate
membrane. Her shock of pain is forgotten in a moment as he slides
deeper inside her.
The rhythm of their hips increases to the
drumbeat of their hearts. He is the drill inside her, he is the
sword. She is the tunnel, she is the scabbard. Her long muscular legs
wrap themselves around his back, pulling him in deeper. Their mouths
are joined, tongues dancing.
They can feel the tide inside
their bodies, wave after wave rising to new impossible heights. The
pubic hair around the base of his cock is slick with her juices. She
can feel his saliva cooling on her nipples.
She revels in
seeing him mount her. He loves the way her firm, muscular body yields
to his hands, his tongue and his cock. She bites his shoulder,
driving him crazier with lust. He pumps her faster and deeper each
time.
There is no gentleness now – there is only need.
He pushes her legs up toward her shoulders, her well stretched pussy
is an obscene display for his eyes only. Her dripping cum is tinged
with virgin blood. She offers him the cunt he has come to know so
well. It is his forever and he knows that. He repays her with his
cock, ramming into her as hard and as fast as he can.
Her
hands explore his ass, slapping and spanking him, driving him on and
on. Her finger finds his asshole. She knows that his body belongs to
her now – he can not deny her any part of it. Her long sharp
nail slips inside, driving his lust to the breaking point.
They
cum together- their minds have short circuited. They are animals
maddened by their lust. It does not occur to either of them to pull
apart. Later they will explore the pleasure of cumming on her tits,
in his mouth, in her ass, on his face.
But for now, cunt to
cock, they spray their essences into and upon each other.
Rei
and Mamoru will never be married, not in any formal sense. But the
fluids they shared this night bound them closer than any ceremony
could have. Their heartbeats would always be in rhythm.
As
Mamoru slept, Rei carefully disengaged herself from the bed. Entering
the bathroom she quickly found the ancient ivory container that was
part of her inheritance. Squatting, she released the heady mixture of
their combined cum and virginal blood from her vigina. She strained
as hard as she could to collect every drop. She would use this potent
mixture many times.
Rei regretted implanting the nightmares
into Mamoru, but it was necessary in order to focus his love on her.
She wasn’t being selfish. Rei genuinely was in love with Mamoru
and he would never be unhappy or unsatisfied in her arms. In the
years and centuries to come, Rei’s strength would support
Mamoru. If his love for her was false because she had used the
forgotten learning to seduce him, he would never know the difference.
He was sexually imprinted on her and wanted nothing more than to be
in her arms. If she was to be the dominant force that guided his life
and decisions, then that would be fine with him as long as he could
be in her arms. If the future called for hard decisions and pain, he
could accept that as long as he could be in her arms.
Destiny
continued to be fulfilled. This is why Pluto wept.
Next Part,
Jupiter is a Junkie