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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