"The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame."
~E. A. Poe "The Black Cat" (1845)
I gave a sardonic chuckle as I turned and faced the marble of the fortress walls. Though the surrounding atmosphere was dim and shrouded, I could make out the faint reflection of my face.
But it wasn't my face. It was his. Dark circles shaded the perimeters of his eyes and cheek bones sunk into his face. Mamoru was truly pathetic. "You'll never get away with this…" His voice echoed weakly.
"I believe I already have." I smirked at the reflection as the far off sound of footsteps sounded behind me. "And here she comes now!"
"I swear to God if you lay a hand on her…" Mamoru growled and gritted his teeth.
"What are you going to do?" I raised my eyebrow and brushed an errant lock of hair out of my eyes. I preferred a slightly longer, messier look; whereas Mamoru preferred his hair to be shorter and neatly combed with not a strand out of place.
"She will never let you get away with this…"
"I suppose we shall see." I scoffed as the sound of her boots on the marble floors became louder as she approached. I threw him a wink before turning to address Sailor Moon. "What do you want?"
She stood before me, chest heaving, with a determined look in her eyes. Her lips pressed together in a firm line and she swept her eyes over me before narrowing them. I knew before she even answered my question what her answer was going to be.
I also knew what I wanted and after she slapped me, I pounced. This was going to be fun.
Her body was pliant against mine and I could feel myself melding into her. She was irresistible: her hair golden was soft, her eyes clear and fierce, her skin glowing with tiny beads of sweat dappling her chest. Behind her, within the reflective marble, Mamoru's face glared at me as I held her hands above her head. I made sure to maintain eye contact with him as I trapped her earlobe between my teeth.
"So you admit he's still in there." It was more of a statement than a question. I needed to toy with her a bit; really prove to her who was in charge here.
"I never said he wasn't." I saw the strain on Mamoru's face as he struggled to release himself of my mental bonds and I leered down at her. I couldn't resist taunting her; something Mamoru and I had in common, I supposed. Mamoru would never break free. Princess Serenity would be mine once more.
And I was determined to prove it.
Her tiny pink tongue darted out to lick her parched lips and something within me snapped. Within the blink of an eye, I crashed my mouth to hers, amused at how she tried to resist me.
Eventually she relented and gave in to me, opening her mouth and pressing her tongue into mine. I was so lost in the sensation of kissing her that I nearly forgot we had an audience. I snapped my eyes open and made purposeful eye contact with Mamoru as I kissed her. His face was that of a broken man.
I needed to push him over the edge.
Fucking her was something I hadn't felt in millenia. She was so warm and tight; her gasps and moans only encouraged me further. I felt delicious pleasure building up within me and picked up my pace; pounding her pussy harder and harder with each thrust. I buried my face into the softness of her hair and inhaled. She smelled sweetly of something I couldn't quite put my finger on. I grinned as she struggled against my hand that pinned her wrists to the wall and I tightened my grip. Faster and faster my movements became as heat pooled deep inside my groin. Finally, my vision went white and I collapsed into the crook of her neck, spent.
"Moon Healing ESCALATION!"
I startled at her cry and was blinded within an instant.
I could feel the walls of my mental fortress cracking as Mamoru began pulling at the chains binding him prisoner deep within the recesses of my psyche. Silver energy penetrated my mind causing my head to throb and I let go of Sailor Moon while staggering backwards while clutching my head.
I tripped over my scabbard and sword and the metal scraped against the marble as I lost my balance. The cold stone floor contrasted excruciatingly with the scorching in my brain and my skull felt as if it was being ripped apart. It was agonizing.
I was hyper aware of every sound: Mamoru's shouts of rage, the clanging of metal shackles as he struggled to break free, the sound of Sailor Moon's boots against the stone echoed in the room as she stepped closer to me. And Mamoru was relentless. I could feel every single yank of his chains resonating sharply within my skull. The wall they were bolted to was beginning to crumble as if someone was whaling away at it with a sledgehammer. The reverberations attacked me from both inside my body from Mamoru and outside from Sailor Moon.
I shielded my eyes as she stood silhouetted before me. The deafening thrum of her Crescent Moon Wand made it impossible to focus on fighting back internally. Pure silver power pulsated in front of my face as she aimed it directly in the dead center of my brow and I glared up at her as best I could despite the penetrating light.
With a strangled cry, Mamoru broke free of his chains and began clawing his way to the forefront of my mind.
"NO!" I growled as I clenched my eyes shut and willed him back down. My mental armor dented as he withstood my willful command, pushing back against my cerebral barriers.I could feel myself growing weaker as the attacks became more and more unrelenting and the pressure became even more unbearable. Unable to hold back any longer, I roared as I felt my head bursting open from the inside.
I was outside my body. My corporeal form had been overtaken and I watched as I, no, Mamoru patted his hands up and down his chest and looked around. He caught my eye and his expression became one of relief.
Sailor Moon let out a sob and fell to her knees in exhaustion; her Crescent Moon Wand clattering to the floor. She let out a shuddering breath as she willed her transformation to dissolve around her.
Mamoru crawled over to her and gathered her into his arms. He held her tightly as she cried against his chest.. Tears and mea culpas from both parties as they clung to each other was all that transpired for several minutes.
This wasn't over. I will not be defeated so easily. I will bide my time. Someday soon, his guard will be down and I will rise again. My kingdom will flourish once more.
In absentia lucis, tenebrae vincunt.
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