EMOTIONAL RESCUE A Sailor Moon Lemon NOTE: This story is a sequel to my previous ones, especially "Mercury Rising." It is necessary for you to read "Mercury Rising" before proceeding with this one. by Sailor Mac Siegmite entered the chambers of the supreme Negaverse general, Wotite, bowing his head with the proper respect. After all, this was the man who was now the leader of all the Negaforces following the death of Queen Beryl-the man who would restore the Dark Kingdom. "You summoned me, my lord?" he said. "Yes, Siegmite. It is time that we made our first major move. I want you to go to Earth and bring back the two beings who are standing in our way-namely, Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask." Siegmite made a noise of disapproval at the mention of the names. If it wasn't for them, and their bratty Sailor Scout friends, the Negaverse would have taken over the universe-and Siegmite himself would have had a nice, cushy position at the top. . . "We have found out their everyday identities, so you should be able to capture them when their guard is down." He held up a crystal ball, which showed pictures of a blonde teenager and a handsome young man. "We have heard that they are planning to attend a party together tonight. . . * * * "Champagne? I'd love it," Serena said, grabbing a flute off the passing tray. "Oh, no you don't," Darien replied, putting it back. "Do you want it getting back to your parents that I'm getting you drunk?" "But you never need to get me drunk," she giggled, throwing her arms around his neck. "Hmmm, I know. . ." He brought his mouth to hers, and they shared a tender kiss. Unfortunately, they were interrupted by an "ahem." Turning, they saw Amy, whose mother was hosting the party. "We're going to be ready to eat in a couple of minutes," she said. "Food? Oh, cool-I'm starved! I want pasta and roast beef and turkey and mashed potatoes and. . ." The waiter watched them go into the dining room and smirked. Yes, it's them, all right, Siegmite thought. Let them enjoy their dinner. . .it will be their last. . . * * * After eating (and, yes, Serena feasted heartily), the couples drifted out into the living room, where soft swing music was playing. Darien and Serena swayed together, both of them looking like they were lost in another world. "Are you remembering what I'm remembering?" she said. "Yes. Our last night together before the end of the Moon Kingdom. . ." "Sometimes, I wish I could remember more of that time," she sighed. "It must have been wonderful." "Well, I remember one very big thing from then." "What?" "How much I was in love with you. And I still am." She looked out the window. "Look-there's a full moon out tonight. Let's go outside and look at it, and we can dream about how it was back then. . ." "I'd rather dream about our future together." They left the party, their arms around each other, blissfully oblivious that they were being followed. . . * * * Siegmite was confused. As long as he could remember, he'd been a true citizen of the Negaverse. He'd devoted himself entirely to the pursuit of power-as had everyone around him. Other people were for stepping on and using so he could get his own way. Sex was for physical gratification only-he used women, then pushed them away. Often, he had helped Queen Beryl use sex to torture and punish people. Like, for instance, Prince Darien. Oh, he remembered that young man. Beryl had broken him to her will and made him her slave. He'd been the most powerful general the Negaverse had ever seen. So what made him abandon the Negacause, and take up his old identity as Tuxedo Mask? And why was he handling that girl with such tenderness, such gentleness, as if she were a china doll? No one in the Negaverse acted like that. . . Serena sat down on the banks of the little creek. "This is so beautiful," she sighed. "I think the Moon Kingdom looked something like this." "It did," Darien replied, sitting beside her. "Every now and then, I get these vivid flashes where I see it. There were palaces and huge gardens and waterfalls everywhere. Andthen, there was the most beautiful thing of all. . ." "Me?" "No, the view from the top terrace of your mother's palace. I could always see for miles and miles from there. . ." "Oh, YOU!!!" She began to tickle him. He tickled back, and they ended up in a laughing heap in each other's arms on the ground. Then, he pressed his lips to her temple, and suddenly, the mood began to change. . .He kissed her cheek, the corner of her mouth, then lips met lips and that cool forest glade began to feel very warm. . . Her hands moved over his chest, stroking, massaging. She paused over his heart, feeling how strong and hard it was beating. Almost as hard as mine, she thought. . . He broke the kiss to bring his lips to her ear. She shuddered as he teased it with his tongue. "You realize," he whispered, "that this pretty dress is going to have to come off." "I can definitely live without it," she replied. He pulled her zipper down, easing the dress down her shoulders. She stood up and rid herself of it, as well as the slip she wore underneath. She lay back down on the ground, wearing nothing but her matching pink bra and panties. "Now it's your turn," she whispered. He stood up, and soon his clothes were in a heap beside hers. "Hmm. . .this feels much better," he said, lying back down and taking her in his arms. Their mouths came together again, and his hands wandered to the front of her bra. "Oh, Gods, your nipples are so hard already. . ." "That's how much I want you," she whispered. "Well, I can't let such delectable morsels just sit here without tasting them. . ." He unhooked her bra and yanked it off. She felt her breasts exposed to the cool night air. . .but they weren't cool for long, because his mouth quickly fastened on one nipple, while his fingers stroked the other. He took as much of the breast into his mouth as he could, fluttering his tongue over the tip. Oh, yes, honey, you're so sweet, so succulent, you feel so good in my mouth. . . When she moaned her pleasure, there was only one thought in his mind-making her moan louder. He switched his mouth to the other breast, yanked off her panties, then slid his hand up her thigh, toward her womanhood. She opened her legs wide to welcome his fingers, and as he stroked and sucked her, she threw her head back and cried her ecstasy to the moon. He lifted his head. "What do you want, honey? Tell me. Whatever you want, I'll do it." "Oh, Darien. . .I want you to. . .to put your head down there and. . ." He kissed her lips. . .he didn't need to hear any more. He paused only to rid himself of his underwear-his erection was straining painfully against the cloth. But he wasn't going to sate his own needs yet-not until he made his baby feel as good as he possibly could. . . Meanwhile, Siegmite stood watching, dumbfounded and confused. This was unlike any sex he had ever seen, ever known. This was no brutal satisfaction of needs-the former Prince Darien was doing nothing to sate himself and everything to please this girl. And then, a flash of a thought rose up in the back of the general's mind, something resembling a memory, of him holding a beautiful girl in his arms, kissing and caressing her like this man was doing to this young woman. . .Siegmite felt more baffled than ever. As the general continued to watch, Darien kissed his way down his lover's stomach, burying his face in the soft thatch of blonde hair at the junction of her thighs and inhaling her feminine scent. His lips kissed and kissed all over her soft folds before he buried his tongue in her. He felt her hands tangle in his hair as he nipped gently at her, then quickly rubbed his tongue back and forth over her delicate nub. "Darien, that feels so, so good!" she cried. Her shout only increased his ardor, and he sucked and licked faster, tasting the sweet honey that flowed over his tongue. Let me drown in you, my darling, he thought. . . She was trembling on the verge of orgasm, but she didn't want to go over the edge until he went over with her. "Put it in me, Darien! Put it in me now!" He reached into the pocket of his discarded pants, finding the package of rubbers in mercifully swift time. His hands shaking with lust and need, he prepared himself, then fell on her, burying himself inside her. "Oh, my darling!" he gasped as he began to pump her. "Darien. . .I love you so much. . .keep going, keep doing it to me, don't stop, oh, don't stop. . ." The pleasure built and built in both of them until they were almost screaming. Her legs gripped his hips, his face was buried in the junction of her neck and shoulder. Oh, just a little further, Serena, just a little further, we're going to make it together, come with me, come with me. . . Then, she let out a loud shriek as the bliss exploded within her, and he answered it with a shout of his own. "I love you, I love you," the both cried as the spasms faded. He collapsed atop her, then rolled them over until they were side by side, holding her against his heart as they began the slow descent back to earth. The one who watched them remained baffled, confused-then, he came to his senses. What the hell is wrong with me? he thought. They are my enemies! They are the greatest enemies of the Negaverse! I am sworn to destroy them! Darien felt himself starting to drift off to sleep, dimly aware of the cold night air against his hot, sweaty skin. Then, the very edges of his pleasantly fuzzy mind began to pick something up. A vibration, a particularly nasty one. . . He grabbed her dress and handed it to her. "Take your clasp," he whispered, "and transform as quietly as possible." "Huh-what?" "Transform. Become Sailor Moon. Something's out there. . ." Siegmite watched as the two assumed their "super" identities, silently cursing himself. He'd failed to grab them when they were unarmed and vulnerable. But that didn't mean he couldn't try it now. . . He stepped out of the brush. "You two are coming with me!" "That's what you think, Negacreep," Darien said. "If you want her, you're going to have to kill me first!" The general laughed. "What, you'd give your life for this whiny pipsqueak? What is she to you?" "She is my life." "We'll see about that." The general aimed and fired a bolt of power, and Darien pushed Serena out of the way, flinging her to the ground and covering her with his body. The bolt glanced off him, and he grimaced in pain. . . "DARIEN!" Serena leapt to her feet, pulling off her tiara. "I won't let him hurt you! MOON. . .TIARA. . .MAGIC!" She flung the glowing disc at Siegmite, who barely jumped out of the way. He crashed into a tree, and before he could get up, an enchanted rose was flung in his path, paralyzing him. He looked up and saw Tuxedo Mask shielding Sailor Moon with his body, holding her close. "Are you all right?" "Are you?" "I'll live." They kissed. "I'd want to die if something happened to you, though." "Oh, baby. . .and I'd *really* want to die if I lost you." Something was happening within the mind and heart of the Negaverse general who sat there stunned, in every sense of the word, witnessing this tender scene. They would die for each other. . .and look at the joy in their eyes. . .they take more pleasure in each other than any of us ever did in power. . . "Let me go," Siegmite said to his captors. "Never," Darien replied. "Let me go! I'm not going to do anything to you. I'm. . .going to let you live." "Ha! As if!" said Serena. "Looking at the two of you. . .it's like nothing I've ever seen in my life. . .it's. . .it's. . ." But the general said no more, because suddenly, he was enveloped in a white glow, and he disappeared back to where he came from. * * * Wotite was waiting-and he wasn't happy. "WHY DIDN'T YOU BRING THEM BACK!" he shouted. "You had them at their most vulnerable! And you not only let them transform, YOU LET THEM GET THE BEST OF YOU!" "But, my lord. . .something came over me. . .some kind of strange power they have. . .I wasn't prepared for it." "Strange power? What strange power?" "The. . .the vibrations they generate. . .the feelings passing between them. . .How can I defeat them if they're perfectly willing to die for each other?" "That's called LOVE, you idiot! And it's the biggest enemy of the Negaverse! It was the undoing of Neflyte, and of Zoecite and Malachite! I can't believe you're as big a fool as they were!" "My lord, I am willing to take my punishment. . ." "SILENCE! So you are in love with love? Fine, then your punishment will fit your crime. You are stripped of your generalhood and banned from the Negaverse. You will be sent to the universe, where you will be put in a deep sleep and left on a mountaintop surrounded by fire. And any woman who can cross those flames will have you for her slave!" "Sir. . .I would rather die than be enslaved. Kill me if you must, but don't do this to me!" "Killing you would be too merciful! You will undergo this punishment!" And Wotite raised his arms, and the Negaverse faded away. Suddenly, they were at the summit of a mountain not too far away from the homes of the Sailor Scouts. . . "Farewell, my once trusted colleague," Wotite said. "You could have been somebody. But now, because of what you've done, you've become nobody. . .and nobody you shall remain. Siegmite are you no longer." He grasped his fellow general by the temples, and he fell over, in a deep, deep sleep. Next, Wotite traced a circle around the top of the mountain in the air with his finger, and flames leapt up around them, roaring higher and higher. He vanished back to the Negaverse, leaving Siegmite sleeping in the middle of the ring of fire, sleeping until his bride came to awaken him. And that night, Amy dreamed of a man on a mountaintop for the first time.

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