CHAPTER ONE

Usagi stared out at the Legendary Lake Yokai, the waters calm and still. It was a tranquil day - that was why her family had chosen it for their day trip. Ever since she had started college, she had little time for them. Well, it was college and her duties as Sailormoon. On top of that, more recently finding 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 yet here she was.

Her supposed nemesis, now the object of a crush. Crush was the wrong word, or maybe it was the perfect way to describe it? They were supposed to share a deep 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 the evil reincarnation. 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.

"What are you doing here?" she said, "Do you... do you remember?"

Mamoru's eyes narrowed.

"Your pendant gave your location away," he taunted, "Looks like I've got you now, Sailormoon."

Usagi's heart sank. Beryl still had a tight grip on him.

"I'm not your enemy," she said, trying to reason.

"Don't try to fool me," he snarled.

With inhuman speed, he unsheathed his sword and lunged towards her.

She darted backwards.

"I'm not going to fight you!" she cried, even as she held on to her broach, "Let me heal you!"

He ignored her, growling as he launched into the air and raised his sword up high, ready to strike.

She yelled, rolling out of the way as he landed next to her.

"Mamoru-san, please!" she cried, "Please, 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 shocked when she felt the tip of his sword on her neck.

He stood over her, his cape fluttering in the wind, his eyes impassive. 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..."

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.

"Sailormoon..." he said, still expressionless, "I've been watching you."

Still dazed from their fight, she stared up at him, confused.

"You intrigue me..." he said, "Beryl said to kill you, but..."

Her eyes turned hopeful. Did he recognize her? See her as more than an enemy?

"Mamoru-san..." she whispered, eyes shimmering, "Do you remem-"

She gasped when he let go of her throat, clutching her kimino instead and roughly shoving the folds apart.

"What are you-" she started.

Then he grabbed the hem of her simple shirt and lifted it up, revealing her breasts.

"Mam-" she said in shock, "What are-"

She cried out in shock when he placed his hands on her breasts, testing their weight in his palms.

"You intrigue me indeed..." he said.

"S... stop!" she said.

"Is this what you wanted?" he said, flicking his thumbs over her nipples, eliciting another surprised cry from her, "Your prince... your Tuxedo Kamen... touching you?"

She raised her hands to push at his forearm, but he refused to budge, fondling her breasts.

"Have you been dreaming of his lips on you?" he asked.

"N... no!" she said, "I... I would never..."

But her voice was weak. She felt like her body was on fire.

When he ducked his head down, she could only scream out in shock as she felt his lips clamp over her hard nipple.

"Noooooooo!" Usagi protested as he violated her body with tongue and teeth, "Ah! Ah! Ah!"

"Delicious," he growled as he grabbed her wrists, joining them together and pulling them far above her head so she could no longer push and pull at him.

Her mind was in a haze. She felt powerless. She wailed, struggling, pulling at his strong hand even though she was completely powerless to stop him.

"Mamoru..." she said weakly, eyes squeezed tight, her chest heaving, wet from his saliva.

"Call me Endymion," he said against her flesh, "I'm the only one here with you, Sailormoon."

"We can't..." she moaned, still trying to pull away even as his strong arm wrapped around her back forced her breast against his hungry mouth, "We can't... we can't do this..."

Then her eyes flew open, when she felt his hand descend, smoothing over her taut belly and into her panties.

"Ah, ah!" she gasped, "Wait, I- ah! Not there!"

She exclaimed in surprise as she felt his fingers tease her, rubbing over a spot near her virginity she didn't know she had. Something curious pooled between her legs.

"Look at me," he commanded.

She didn't hear him, her head swimming, her panting breaths uneven.

"Look at me!" he demanded.

Hesitant, her eyes fluttered open, seeing his intense ones boring deeply into hers.

"Good girl," he said.

She cried out as he rewarded her by doubling the pace of his rubbing, rubbing her button ferociously. She tried to squeeze her legs together, but it seemed to only urge him to finger her clit more roughly.

"Nn-" she cried out, "Nn, please, don't, ahh... ahhh... AHHHHH!"

She squeezed her eyes open, trying to will her body away from the situation.

But then she felt his warm lips on hers, as he forced her into a hungry kiss. She opened her eyes, moaning against his mouth, opening her mouth in a pant as she felt his tongue chasing hers. She moaned louder, feeling the ferocious fingering jump to a crescendo.

Then her mouth fell open.

She felt her head explode in white as she climaxed. Tears of pleasure and shame poured down her face.

"That's it," he growled in victory, rubbing at her feverishly, forcing her to ride out her orgasm, "Good girl..."

Her body glowed pink.

She was barely conscious. Her body was wet, her breasts bathed in his warm saliva, her panties drenched from the juices he had forced out of her. Her face was wet with tears.

Faintly, she could hear him chuckle, as he finally pulled his still-armored body away.

"I hope you enjoyed that."

She whimpered, face red, gathering the strength to sit up awkward on the ground, her kimono still partially open. She could still get away.

But Endymion stepped toward her again, towering menacingly over her.

"You're about to return the favor," he said.

With that, he put his hands on his metal belt.

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.