During a battle in the Starlight, Tuxedo Mask was severely injured and abducted by the Dark Kingdom. Now he is being brainwashed into a loyal servant of Queen Beryl's. And she is utterly delighted at the 'possibilities' that presents. Anime canon. Written for Queen Beryl's 30th Anniversary.

Rated: M - Spiritual/Romance - Words: 2,877 - Mamoru C./Darien S./Tuxedo Kamen, Queen Beryl, Princess Serenity, Prince Endymion

A/N: This fic was co-written with ReisPinkOveralls00. Check her superlative smutty work on Ao3 under the same username or on FFN and tumblr as ReisPinkOveralls.

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This fic was also graciously betaed by Lin Lamont Find her on FFN, AO3 and tumblr under the same username.

This fic is set after episode 35 of the original anime.

A heads up, this fic contains: smut, shameless smut, dub con, dark romance, dom Beryl, sub Mamoru, bdsm, light bondage, voyeurism, spanking, dom/sub, we are not sorry.

This fic is a gift for Lin Lamont K8tj17 and Serendipity Kat

The chamber was dimly lit, its walls ridged and a hellish red. Combined with the faint fog that hung in the air, the room resembled the innards of some terrible, fire breathing monstrosity.

Beryl loved it.

The crimson colour of the room complimented her appearance, making her and the 'monstrosity' almost part of one another. The same was true of every jagged nook and every pitch black cranny of her domain. Her subjects were creatures of darkness, but here they dwelt within her darkness. Here, they were dominated by the same fear that mere mortals might feel at the sight of them.

Once, she had possessed little. Once, she had been ignored, even despised. Once, she had been forced to endure the injustice of being denied all that should have rightfully been hers!

But that was a long time ago. A time before she had encountered the Great Ruler and devoted herself in service. For that service she had been gifted power, subjects, and a domain where she could be served and worshiped as she had always deserved to be!

Yes, through Queen Metalia she had obtained almost all she had ever desired. But there was one thing Metalia had never been able to give her… Until now.

She gazed dofully upon the black haired man that lay within the skeletal pod, dark energy pulsing about him.

Today was the day. Today he would be fully recovered from the injuries he sustained at the Starlight Tower. Today he would fully awaken, not as Mamoru Chiba nor Tuxedo Mask, but as Endymion, loyal and obedient servant to the Dark Kingdom! Loyal and obedient… to her.

She tightened her hold upon her staff, her grip having grown sweaty. At the same time, she became aware that her breath and heartbeat had quickened.

Beryl closed her eyes, inhaled, and licked her lips.

The pained expression that had marred his features over the last several days was easing into one of contentment. His brow relaxed, and the hard line of his jaw set in unconscious determination. The rise and fall of his broad chest was stabling as the last fibers of his skin stitched themselves back together.

The gentle hum of the healing pod faded away, and the energy surrounding the young man dissipated at the completion of its work.

A soft, low sigh broke through his lips, the only sound echoing through the grim chamber. His emotionless, cobalt eyes blinked open, adjusting to the dim light. His face remained blank and his body still as he quietly observed his surroundings.

"How do you feel?" Beryl's silvery voice broke through his reverie. Endymion sat up, entranced, and silently turned to face her. He approached his queen, dropping to a knee and taking her slender hand in his own, kissing the back of her elegant fingers.

Perfection.

"Come," she commanded through grinning, amethyst lips, keeping hold of his hand as she raised him to his feet, guiding them from the room. She led him silently down the cold, empty corridor to her chambers.

Once safely behind the closed doors of her bedroom, Beryl could fully take in the sight of the prince under the soft lighting. His hazy, sapphire eyes gazed down at her, awaiting her next order. He was, after all this time, a soldier. His shoulders squared, the sharp lines of his face set in concentration. The boyish charm he had held as Tuxedo Mask had evolved into a rugged, masculine specimen who would, by design, bend to her every command.

Queen Beryl returned his gaze, fingers moving to unbutton his pristine, white vest.

"Endymion." She purred, all but yanking off his bowtie and flinging it across the room. He remained statuesque and unmoving as she untucked his shirt, and her talon-like nails trailed down the buttons, breaking off each one with the ease of a child tossing a pebble into a lake. Every part of him from before needed to go, and the last of it was his clothing.

Letting the crisp dress shirt float to the floor, Beryl raked her nails down his hard, naked chest, leaving a trail of gooseflesh in her wake. He was so beautiful, so real, and so here.

Her palm laid flat against his chest, and she backed him up to her massive, four poster bed. Endymion obediently sat atop the plush, burgundy bedding as she guided him to lay on his back. As she climbed atop him, his sturdy hands automatically came to her thighs, with one slipping underneath the long slit of her violet gown. That's what was so wonderful about Endymion, he didn't need to be ordered what to do; he anticipated exactly what Beryl craved just through her body language.

Making quick work of unbuttoning his trousers, her nimble fingers slid inside and palmed his hardening cock through his underwear. She watched the hard facade of his face crack as she rubbed him up and down, then reached inside to free him, throbbing and waiting for her. She circled the head with one hand, and pumped the length of his well-endowed shaft with the other, reveling in the soft moans escaping his throat.

In return, his hands traveled up and underneath her dress, finding her bare ass beneath it and squeezing, begging his queen for more.

And she was going to give it to him in spades.

Releasing him from her grip, she tilted forward until her stomach was flush with his. She rocked herself against his throbbing erection while hovering over him, her lips barely out of his reach. Rather than allow him to kiss her, she slipped her thumb into his mouth and watched with growing arousal as he sucked, never breaking his intense eye contact.

She gasped suddenly at the sharp tug of his fist in her hair, carefully yanking her down and flipping them so he was on top.

With his hand still clutching her thick, ruby curls, Endymion tilted her head back to trail kisses down her neck; licking, sucking, devouring her flesh as her pulse raged beneath him. His trousers had disappeared at some point, and Beryl felt another wave of arousal at the sensation of being fully clothed while he was naked. She couldn't remember ever being this turned on in her life.

Without needing to be asked, Endymion lifted the skirt of her dress enough to plunge into her. He filled her completely, burying into her warmth as she absorbed him. Their lovemaking quickly became an animalistic dance as he moved rhythmically against her, burying his face into her neck and leaving marks of his devotion.

Her hitched breaths rose higher in octave, and the moisture of his glistening skin seeping through her dress was intoxicating. She wanted to bottle up the scent of his sweat, his essence, and keep him to herself for eternity. She would wear him as a prize and all would know he belonged only to her. If she could absorb him even further into her body she would, taking full ownership of him.

His lips made sloppy contact with hers, their tongues slithering and dancing fiercely against each other in their passion. One of his muscled arms slipped beneath her, pulling her impossibly close, while his other hand took the back of her head to devour her mouth further.

Endymion was hitting her spot so deep, and the closeness of his pelvis slapping into her had her tumbling over the edge, her high moans flowing into his mouth and down his throat. Her body pulsed and writhed against his strength, letting him claim her pleasure and drown in all that was her.

As her body went limp, languishing in afterglow, Endymion sat back on his heels and hoisted her onto his lap. Her torso draped lazily off of him, crimson hair pooling above her. Firm hands grasped her hips and rammed into her deep and hard, sending another shockwave through her, this second wave of orgasm so sudden and violent she never could have prepared herself.

Endymion's voice grew hoarse as he came, fingers bruising her hips as he lost himself within her. His face was even more breathtaking as it contorted with bliss, and his chest heaved with the last of his lazy pumps.

She had claimed him…and it was only the beginning.

The following night she had him on his knees before her. The violet collar around his neck matched her dress to perfection. She had used her magic to bind his hands behind him, not allowing him to touch her with anything but his tongue until she gave him permission. Endymion proved to be a rather skilled soldier, finding her clit with little struggle and shooting ripples of pleasure through her body as her fingers buried into his sleek hair.

Moments later she had him unbound and pinned to the bed by his throat as she rode him further into submission.

A week later, she commanded him to settle on all fours in the center of her bed. He obeyed willingly, allowing her to tie a blindfold over his eyes. Her long fingernails raked down his spine and he shivered at the sensation. She trailed over his right ass cheek and squeezed, appreciating his soft, yet firm posterior.

Beryl brought her slender hand back and spanked him hard, making him cry out in surprise. She repeated the action once, twice, then lost count of how many times her hand slapped his flesh, brimming with dominant pride at every grunt of pain and pleasure he gave. Before long, his skin shone as scarlet as her fingernails, and he was ready for her, his cock erect and at attention beneath him.

She pulled away for a moment to lubricate, then rimmed his entrance with the pads of her fingers. When she felt he was prepared, she plunged her middle finger inside of him, enjoying his tightness squeezing around her. Endymion gasped, not unpleasantly, at the new sensation, and Beryl chuckled low as she thrust a second finger into him without warning.

The all powerful Prince of Earth rocked on his hands and knees, fucking himself on Beryl's hand with no regard for his dignity. He was so unbelievably erotic. While most only saw Endymion as the polished, merciless warrior, she was the one who made him crumble to pieces. She claimed ownership of his body and mind night after night, marking him with her scent, her teeth, her very essence.

Endymion's moans reached a peak when she added a third finger and curled her digits upward, fingernails tickling his prostate. He begged for permission to touch himself, to be allowed to come, and Beryl, being a generous sovereign, allowed him to. The prince lowered to one elbow and pumped his release furiously, hot come spurting from his pulsing cock and sticking to his chest.

Her favorite fuck, however, occurred after the capture of Sailor Moon. Endymion had been responsible for her abduction, and was being handsomely rewarded for his service.

The princess looked far from regal or commanding where she stood now with her arms chained above her, fighting vainly to keep her pathetic tears from streaming down her face. Her once elegant, white gown was now dirt stained and tattered on her girlish form. Beryl had giggled sadistically upon summoning a gag to muzzle her screaming that former name of his; that vulgar, human name.

And now the girl was forced to watch as the boy she loved ate Beryl's cunt with abandon. His face was buried contently between her legs as she laid on her back, head dangling slightly off the bed to throw victorious, upside-down glances at the sniveling brat.

Beryl moaned the prince's name as she came, then took in the sight of his muscled, naked body with pride as he raised and positioned himself at her entrance. His lips came down to claim hers; hard, passionate, and she wanted to drown in the taste of her own sex on his tongue. His cock filled her and he began fucking her at a rapid pace.

The girl behind her started to weep again at the lewd sounds of their skin slapping together, watching her former love being claimed by another woman. A woman far more powerful, alluring, and capable of giving a man like Endymion everything he desired and more. Beryl chanced another upside-down glance at her, smirking at her body slumped in defeat, the ends of those gaudy pigtails pooling at her filthy bare feet.

Endymion grunted, pummeling into her at an almost fantastical pace.

"Beryl–" he panted. "My Queen–"

Heat exploded within her as she came a second time, toes curling as her heels dug into his ass, the blades of her nails drawing blood as she sank them into his back. Screams of pleasure tore from her throat, overplaying it only slightly for the benefit of their unwilling voyeur. The sting from her nails and the squeezing tightness of her core brought Endymion to his peak, his features twisted with pleasure, and eyes focused only on his queen.

He collapsed atop her, but he did not smother. Instead, warm lips pressed against the sensitive spot on her throat, eliciting an electric shock through her trembling body. He took his time kissing her cheeks, her nose, both eyes, and finally her lips, with a tenderness only she knew. The muffled whimpering behind her went ignored as she savored her warrior prince.

"Endymion," she cooed beneath him, happier and more content than ever before, in either of her lifetimes. Her lithe fingers delicately brushed the slick, obsidian hair away from his lusty eyes.

A low hum rumbled from deep within his chest. His strong hand wrapped around her own, kissing the palm with worshiping affection, as if she were the very air he breathed.

"Beryl," He whispered, voice husky and gentle as he gazed down at her. "I lov–"

Beryl's eyes snapped open, her gaze locking upon Endymion's form. He was silent and motionless, the skeletal pod's work not yet complete.

Dimly, she noted that her hand had slipped several inches down her staff and she unthinkingly swapped it over to her other hand. The motion seemed to calm her, quieting the pounding of her heart, the panting of her breath. Her free hand twitched, as if to reach out to the man within the pod. Beryl swallowed and averted her eyes from him.

Even if she were to commit to that course… deep down she would always know the truth. She would always know that… it wouldn't be real.

She needed it to be real.

She needed him to choose her, to see and admire and worship her for the almighty Queen–for the almighty woman–she was. She needed him to see how misguided he was for choosing that mere princess, that hateful girl, over herself.

In time, he would see.

His loyalty to the Dark Kingdom was assured; as long as she ruled, he was under her complete control. But he would be no mindless puppet. With his memories erased, he would be able to begin anew. And, in her presence, in her service, as they marched towards inevitable victory and beyond, he would come to understand her magnificence.

And so, when she took him to her bed, when he would whisper those three wonderful words, it would be because he wanted to. Because he would have at last made the right choice.

Beryl closed her eyes again.

This time, Endymion was fully clothed. He knelt before her, holding up two (formerly) golden pigtails now matted with blood, a dead eyed head swinging from them like an absurd pendulum.

Beryl smiled and licked her violet lips. She would savour making this fantasy a reality all too soon.

A/N: Hi, Al Evans here. I am so grateful to Rei and Lin for lending their help to me on this fic. I would NEVER have been brave enough to attempt an idea like this myself.

This is my second full on collab and I really loved it so hopefully more will happen in the future.

Also just to let you know I am involved in a discord called 'Moonlight Legends' which is dedicated to sharing all sorts of Sailor Moon fanworks, including other fanfics. If you would like to join so you can share your own work, get help with your current projects or just connect to other fan creators shoot me a PM and I'll send you an invite. All are welcome!