CHAPTER ONE
Usagi stared out at the Legendary Lake Yokai, the waters calm and still. It was a beautiful day - that was why her family had chosen it for their day trip. Ever since she had to take on the duty of Sailor Guardian, she had little time for them. Well, that on top of how she'd found out about the love of her life and then immediately losing him. It was a lot. But she tried not to think about it all together, all at once.
Otherwise, she might lose her mind.
She wrapped her blue kimono and brown robe tighter around her body. A part of her had wondered if a trip to the lake would help clear her head. But even while she was there - her father making lame jokes, Shingo obsessed with his video games, her good-natured mother giving him a pass because they were on vacation - she felt distracted.
She didn't want to think about him.
But that was easier than done.
Mamoru was her supposed nemesis, now the object of a crush. Crush felt too soft of a word, but at the same time to describe how she felt. They were supposed to share a deep, age-old love. But for now, all she felt was that - a crush, an infatuation. She wasn't a princess, and she wasn't a prince. Well, maybe he was a prince.
After what Beryl had done to him, transforming him back to Endymion. But an evil reincarnation. A Dark Prince. One out to kill her and her friends.
She stared out at the lake, her eyes downcast. She didn't have much time. She had told her mother she was taking a quick walk, and she'd be expected back. She clutched her pendant, resolute. Today was about family. She would try to push everything else out of head and focus on that - her parents, Shinjo. The love that she did still have.
Shaking her dark thoughts from her mind, she turned to go back towards the path back to the onsen where her family was setting up for the night.
Mid-turn, she froze.
It couldn't be.
She was imagining it.
Right?
"Ma... Mamoru-san..."
He wore a full suit of armor, red cape flowing in the gentle wind. His eyes were... dark. Unreadable. Almost inhuman.
"What are you doing here?" she said, "Do you... do you remember?"
Mamoru's eyes narrowed.
Then, to her surprise, a smirk spread across his face. It looked almost like Mamoru's haughty expression when he used to tease her. But this was different. It was Mamoru's face but the wrong feeling. There was no levity behind that smirk. Only... evil.
Her heart sank.
"Your pendant gave your location away," he taunted, "Looks like I've got you now, Sailormoon."
Usagi's heart fell further. Beryl still had a tight grip on his psyche.
"I'm not your enemy," she said, trying to reason.
"Don't try to fool me, you witch," he snarled.
With inhuman speed, he unsheathed his sword and flew towards her.
Surprised, she darted backwards, relying on her Sailormoon instincts to jump out of the way.
"I'm not going to fight you!" she cried, even as she held on to her broach, wondering if she may be forced to eventually, "Please, Mamoru-san! Let me heal you!"
"That's not my name!" he growled, launching into the air and holding his sword up high, ready to strike.
She yelped, rolling out of the way as he landed next to her.
"Mamoru-san, please!" she exclaimed, "Stop!"
"Do NOT call me that!" he warned her, ignoring her plea and swinging his sword at her one more time.
Losing her balance, she fell hard, landing on her back.
She gasped, eyes wide with shock when she felt the tip of his sword against her neck.
He stood over her, his cape fluttering in the wind, eyes menacing. There was none of the warmth they used to hold when he teased her outside of the arcade.
"Ma... Mamoru-san..." she whispered, a tear rolling down her eye, her heart breaking, "You baka..."
"I said to STOP CALLING ME THAT."
To her surprise, he threw his sword to the side, instead falling over her to put a hand on her throat with a firm grip.
It wasn't tight enough to choke her or even to cause her pain, but he held it there, his eyes darkening to almost black.
Then something else entered his eyes. Not menace, not anger. Something she didn't quite recognize. He was looking over her body, at the simple kimono covered by a brown robe her mother had prepared for their family trip. But the robe was slightly open, revealing her rising and falling chest as she struggled to decide whether to fight him.
She shuddered. Somehow, his wandering eyes made her more fearful than his sword.
"Sailormoon..." he said, his voice dripping with something dangerous, "Tell me... what do you taste like?"
She stared up at him, confused. What was he talking about?
She gasped when he took his hand off of her throat and slid it down her chest, smoothing over the simple fabric there to disappear into her kimono.
"What are you..." she stuttered, "St... stop!"
Her face turned red as the evil prince pushed downwards and grasped one of her breasts through her kimono, beginning to squeeze and mold.
He chuckled, seeming to enjoy the softness of her breast as he fondled her.
"Mamoru!" she panicked, "Endymion, Mamoru-san, no, please, stop!"
She moaned softly as she felt his hand palm her breast harder, before she felt two fingers pinch her nipple expertly.
She cried out. She had always been too embarrassed even to explore her own body. And now, she was on the ground in a public onsen, a man she no longer recognized playing with the most private parts of her body.
"Sailormoon," he purred, noting her reaction and sensitivity, "Has anyone put their lips on your body?"
"N... no..." she moaned, feeling her nipple harden into a nub against her will, "Please... don't..."
But her voice was weak. She felt like her body was on fire. He was hovering dangerously over her, as his hands began to pull the folds of her kimono apart, revealing her naked breasts to the night onsen air.
She panicked, struggling as he ducked his head down and captured her hard nipple into his hot mouth.
"Noooooooo!" Usagi protested as he violated her body with tongue and teeth, "Ah, nooooooo!"
She felt him his hand grip her wrist and joined it with the other, holding her hands firmly together above her head so that she couldn't fight him while he tongued her breast. She struggled - her nipple was too sensitive. His rough sucking brought her more pain than pleasure. Still, she had never known that such a sensation was possible.
"You taste delicious, Sailormoon," he murmured against her inexperienced flesh.
Her mind was in a haze. She wailed, trying to get away. But her hands were held firmly above her head.
"N... no..." she groaned, managing to slip one thin wrist free from his tight grasp. She quickly reached down to the pocket of her brown robe, taking out her broach there.
"Moon... Prism... Power..." she said weakly, "Make... UP!"
She felt the power of the moon enter her body, a light emitting from within her. Relieved, she felt herself transforming, the ribbons surrounding her and-
Her eyes widened in shock as Endymion grabbed at the locket at her chest and ripped it violently from her body. She cried out in surprise, her body falling back down on to the grass as her sailor guarding outfit dissolved into useless pink ribbons. She panicked, realizing that by breaking her transformation, he had stripped her naked.
"I like this much better," he growled appreciatively.
He grasped at the pink ribbons, touching them with his hands and turning them black with Dark Kingdom magic until they turned from ribbons into wires.
To her shock, the wires suddenly flew towards her wrists and ankles, binding her arms and legs to the ground.
"Oh I like this MUCH better," he chuckled.
Completely helpless, she stared in shock at the evil prince hovered over her immobile body. He ducked down to kiss her breasts again, swirling his tongue around each nub to let them harden. Then he kissed down her chest to her belly, and putr his head between her thighs.
He licked each of her thighs languidly, murmuring in satisfaction.
It was all happening toof fast. Completely out of control.
"Like I said," he said ominously, "I want to know how you taste."
Her heart was racing so fast she thought it would beat out of her chest.
"Mamoru..." she said fearfully.
Only half an hour ago, she was with her family at the onsen. She had planned to step away from only a few minutes, taking a hiking trial to see the lake and spend some time with her thoughts.
And now...
"Not my name," he snarled as he attached her lips to his flesh. Her screams echoed into the darkening sky, her inexperienced body lighting up like a fuse as she felt the evil prince's tongue lick feverishly at her clit, lapping at her like an animal.
"Noooooooooo!" she groaned, trying to squeeze her legs together only for the black wires around her ankles to tighten and pull them further apart, "Nooooooooooo! It's too much!"
He seemed to revel in it being too much, licking and sucking voraciously on her clit, teasing her opening. His large hands pushed her already spread thighs further part to give him access to her virgin depths.
"Stop it!" she sobbed as he continued to feast on her, "No, please, don't!"
Then she felt him lift her buttocks up to meet his mouth, angling her differently for his next attack.
"Oh nooooooooooooo!" she cried out as he thrust his tongue inside of her, teasing her insides with the wet tip, met only by the barrier of her virginity.
Still, she could feel every rasp and slurp, hear his grunting while he ate her out against her will. Soon, her toes were curling, her fists held tight into white knuckles while she struggled against the man above her violating her body.
She threw her head back, feeling something tingle between her legs, a dark pleasure building. She was bucking against her restraints, trying to pull her groin away from him even though something curious didn't want him to stop thrusting his thick tongue into her shallow opening.
"Please..." she said, feeling weak now, "Please... stop..."
To her surprise, he pulled away from her. It was the first time he had heeded her plea.
"Let me go..." she begged, staring up at him.
She couldn't read his impression. Was this his plan? To exert his dominance? To scare her?
Slowly, the wires loosened around her wrists and ankles. Then they fell ineffectually on to the ground, before melting completely out of existence.
She was trying to regain her breath, struggling not to cry. She had never wanted her first time to be like this. To have someone touch her body who didn't love her, who wasn't making love to her. She wasn't to sob for her lost innocence.
But she could still keep her dignity intact. She would come back to fight him another day. Save him, even. She would process this later. For now, her family was waiting for her.
She stood up, brushing the grass from her naked back.
"I'll be prepared next time," she warned, trying not to sound too timid.
She hurried to gather her kimono and robe that a few feet from them, discarded when she started her transformation.
To her surprise, she heard him chuckle.
"Do you think I'm letting you go?"
She turned back towards him, shock on her face.
"Oh Sailormoon," he said, lifting his black breastplate over his head to reveal a muscled body covered by thin dark sweater underneath, "You really are quite naive."
He stepped towards her nude body, his eyes now darker than ever before, menacing and predatory.
"My dear Usagi-chan," he said, suddenly grabbing her body and shoving her against a large tree with a smooth trunk, making her cry out as she felt the wind leave her lungs. Then he was directly in front of her, her helpless, naked body trapped between his large frame and the tree.
She stared in horror at him as the dangerous smirk reappeared on his face, eyes darkening to black.
"We haven't even begun."
AN: Please read responsibly. This is an incredibly dark story I'm bringing out of the archives. I have to fix up the rest (of the three chapters that are only in draft format) if people are interested. Please let me know if you are interested in me continuing this one.