I sit, remembering myself before I had a body. Remembering what it was
like to be a spirit, filled with the power and beauty of evil. My thoughts
wander to the day I was called by the Wise Man to fill a body. I remember
the struggle to control it. I won. I am now Wicked Lady, the Black Lady.
Wise Man tells me I am to be Queen of the Black Moon. I am pleased. Even
more so when I learn the history of my body. Daughter of Sailor Moon,
someone the Sailor Senshi will not fight. They will think I am her, they
will not realize that I am only in her body. I think of the first time I
fought them, and the times after that, when they would not fight me and I
was able to attack them. The wonderful screams of pain still fill my ears!
"Wicked Lady," my name is called by the Prince. I stand, and I am in the throne room. I see the look in his eyes. The wine on this throne. He had been drinking and thinking of her again. I know why he has called me here. He is drunk with desire for her and I will have to fill it for him. It is not the first time, and I know what to do. I glide to his side, touching him lightly on the side before I bow low. "My lord."
His hungry eyes sweep over me. His hand is at my waist, pulling me closer. His other hand finds my hair which I have let down. When his is happening it is the way he likes it. His mouth covers my ear in a kiss, and I lean to the side to lightly kiss his neck. He is aroused, and I wonder if I should have come. His mouth moves down from my ear, covering my neck with kisses. His lips find my mouth, causing my lips to part and making me submit to his will. His kiss is light at first, but becomes harder and more demanding. He pulls me closer, never letting up his mouth. I begin to wish I had not come, he had gone farther this time. His hand finds my zipper and I feel it being un-done. His other hand takes a strap off my shoulder and soon the other hand has done them same to my other shoulder. I am able to breath as his mouth lets off of him and cover my neck. I want to run but cannot. I pull him closer to me instinctively, regretting it as his kisses become harder and grow lower. There is a strange pleasure in this for me as well as fear. He has never gone this far before, not with me, and I am afraid of what he will do.
Angrily he grabs my chin and kisses me again, demanding, wanting me to return his kisses. His mouth moves away to my breasts and I kiss him like he wants. We are on the floor. Cold hard stone is beneath me and he is on top, kissing me everywhere. I try to give a small cry, but his mouth covers mine. No one comes like I want them to, but fear them actually coming. He must read my thoughts, because after a lingering kiss he gets up and helps me on with my dress and forces me to help him.
He grins, done I think. I am wrong. He picks me up and carries me into a room, closing the door and throwing me on the bed. A crazy light burns in his eyes and I am afraid. We are alone and there is no chance of help for me. Kissing me, he starts all over again. Before I know what is happening I am returning everything his does. I cannot stop. Finally I am able to wriggle away. He advances on me, and I call out.
"No!" My voice seems to make him realize what he is doing. He stops, confused, then takes me in his arms. He helps me to dress again, I help him, and he hugs me. He kisses my ear, and I pull away. It is over, I will make sure. I step back and fade into my own room. Breathing hard, and begin to relax. He has gone to far this time.
My love would never to this far. Never force me, never be so ruthless. I remember the one reason he is not mine and curse this body I am in. It is because he still thinks of me as his daughter. They all fail to see that I am not who they think. I will have him, I vow…
"Wicked Lady," my name is called by the Prince. I stand, and I am in the throne room. I see the look in his eyes. The wine on this throne. He had been drinking and thinking of her again. I know why he has called me here. He is drunk with desire for her and I will have to fill it for him. It is not the first time, and I know what to do. I glide to his side, touching him lightly on the side before I bow low. "My lord."
His hungry eyes sweep over me. His hand is at my waist, pulling me closer. His other hand finds my hair which I have let down. When his is happening it is the way he likes it. His mouth covers my ear in a kiss, and I lean to the side to lightly kiss his neck. He is aroused, and I wonder if I should have come. His mouth moves down from my ear, covering my neck with kisses. His lips find my mouth, causing my lips to part and making me submit to his will. His kiss is light at first, but becomes harder and more demanding. He pulls me closer, never letting up his mouth. I begin to wish I had not come, he had gone farther this time. His hand finds my zipper and I feel it being un-done. His other hand takes a strap off my shoulder and soon the other hand has done them same to my other shoulder. I am able to breath as his mouth lets off of him and cover my neck. I want to run but cannot. I pull him closer to me instinctively, regretting it as his kisses become harder and grow lower. There is a strange pleasure in this for me as well as fear. He has never gone this far before, not with me, and I am afraid of what he will do.
Angrily he grabs my chin and kisses me again, demanding, wanting me to return his kisses. His mouth moves away to my breasts and I kiss him like he wants. We are on the floor. Cold hard stone is beneath me and he is on top, kissing me everywhere. I try to give a small cry, but his mouth covers mine. No one comes like I want them to, but fear them actually coming. He must read my thoughts, because after a lingering kiss he gets up and helps me on with my dress and forces me to help him.
He grins, done I think. I am wrong. He picks me up and carries me into a room, closing the door and throwing me on the bed. A crazy light burns in his eyes and I am afraid. We are alone and there is no chance of help for me. Kissing me, he starts all over again. Before I know what is happening I am returning everything his does. I cannot stop. Finally I am able to wriggle away. He advances on me, and I call out.
"No!" My voice seems to make him realize what he is doing. He stops, confused, then takes me in his arms. He helps me to dress again, I help him, and he hugs me. He kisses my ear, and I pull away. It is over, I will make sure. I step back and fade into my own room. Breathing hard, and begin to relax. He has gone to far this time.
My love would never to this far. Never force me, never be so ruthless. I remember the one reason he is not mine and curse this body I am in. It is because he still thinks of me as his daughter. They all fail to see that I am not who they think. I will have him, I vow…