Jaedite's Revenge

“Comrades, thank you for agreeing to meet me today.” Variscite, leader of the strongest bloc of Dark Generals currently ruling over the Dark Kingdom greeted his cohorts. “I think we’re all aware of the damage Jaedite’s recent efforts have made to our plans. It looks as though Zaherite will definitely throw his support behind him now. That would make his force almost as powerful as our own.”

Adamite sat to the left of Variscite and nodded his agreement, “I agree, but it does not seem as though the other two have been swayed. Tenorite is too arrogant to join a faction he does not lead and Cerite is still playing the fence.”

Variscite sniffed in disgust. Cerite was too much of a coward to throw his support behind either side. “What of Kainite? He seemed receptive the last time we met with him.”

“Yes,” Adamite concured, “I am confident that he will back us. He wants more influence and a larger domain but that will be no problem once we’ve eliminated Jaedite.”

Variscite mused for a moment, “That just leaves Petzite. He has no love for Jaedite but thus far he has shown no interest in joining us.”

“I’ve spoken to him as well. I get the feeling he prefers a divided council.” Selenite added. “He never did seem too happy with Metallia’s unchecked power.”

Variscite leaned back in his chair and processed the information. The general who had begun the arduous task of reforming the Dark Kingdom after Metallia’s disastrous defeat would be damned if he would let Jaedite, the embodiment of a failed regime, take from him what he had worked so hard to achieve. He looked regal as he reclined in thought; his short, dark green hair was kept clean cut and neat, so as not to obscure his face. He had always been handsome, but he had rigorously crafted his image to ensure that no one would ever suspect his humble beginnings. His countenance always reflected composure, sophistication and poise, but most of all, control. A thousand years ago he joined the Dark Kingdom, and left behind his ignominious birth, never looking back.

“My friends,” as much as the word friend could be applied to anyone in the Dark Kingdom, “I have a plan. If Jaedite can capture a Sailor Senshi, what’s to stop us?”

“Beryl spent exorbitant amounts of energy trying to capture or kill them and yet they always managed to best her. What makes you think lightning will strike twice?” Demanded Adamite.

Variscite’s genteel façade didn’t break, “Because I have information being gathered at this moment that may give us an advantage.” He picked up the cup of deliciously tantalizing tea steaming in front of him and sipped it casually. The human world had such lovely delicacies.

“And what would that be?” Inquired the other man.

Just then the meeting was interrupted by a knock at the door. Variscite opened it with a wave of his hand and in stepped a youma, covered from head to toe in black. The general motioned for him to approach. The creature obeyed and dropped to one knee, “Lord Variscite, I have just returned from the human world with a report.”

“Proceed.”

“Yes, lord. According to my reconnaissance there is a very high probability that the target is indeed Sailor Venus. She matches the physical descriptions we have on file for her and in the days since Sailor Mars’s capture she has met a number of times with three other girls at places Sailor Venus has been known to frequent.” The youma informed him.

“Then we shall begin phase two.” Variscite dismissed his henchman, pleased at what he was hearing. The creature bowed and exited the room quickly. As the doors closed behind him, the Dark General turned back to his comrades, “Gentlemen, give me two days and I will have Sailor Venus.”

“How long have you been tailing this girl?” Came the immediate inquiry.

“I started the process several months ago, but I’ve only accelerated my efforts in recent days.”

A moment of silence filled the room as the other two evaluated his chances. If he succeeded their coalition would be all the stronger. If he failed, the other two could always turn on him. “If you succeed,” Adamite said with less confidence then Variscite would have liked, “What then?”

“I will make her serve me.” He said with conviction. “This will prevent Jaedite from gaining any more ground, and then we can continue building our support. With one or two more of the others in our confidence, we will be able to strike at Jaedite directly.”

Selenite seemed more swayed by the prospect, “With two senshi taken care of, the others would be much easier to handle. Before long they could all be enslaved and then nothing would stand between us and our ultimate goal.”
Variscite nodded. “Then let us meet back here the day after next. Sailor Venus will be mine, and we will be one step closer to the elimination of Jaedite.”

The two vocalized their agreement and Variscite stood to see them out the door. They left and the Dark General turned back to his living area. He was already picturing the pretty blonde Sailor Senshi kneeling before him, waiting to be taken to his bed. The rising officer smiled to himself; yes, he would quench his thirst for power by taking complete control over the Dark Kingdom and the beautiful Sailor Venus would quench his lust as she served him unquestioningly.

*****

Minako walked the streets of Tokyo listlessly, oblivious to the cold, blustery winter day. Her mood was as lifeless as the branches of the few barren trees that creaked and groaned in the wind. It had been a week since Rei had been captured and so far there had been no progress made. Ami, Luna and Artemis had sequestered themselves since day one, furiously trying to discover a way in which they could get into the Dark Kingdom. The Sailor Senshi of Love didn’t understand much of what Ami had rattled off the few times she had tried to get an update, but it seemed that Ami believed Sailor Mars was still alive, and that either Jaedite or someone who had powers nearly identical to him was responsible for her disappearance. She shuddered to think of the torture her friend must be enduring.

Usagi had been inconsolable for days, the sobbing would only stop when she passed out from exhaustion and it resumed again when she woke up a short time later. She had been sleeping over at Mamoru’s apartment so as not to cause a disturbance among her parents. Chibiusa had made good use of the Luna-P and had again altered the memories of Usagi’s family to take care of her absence. They couldn’t let anyone know that Rei was missing, that would cause too much of a disturbance. Police would be involved, her grandfather would come back from his pilgrimage and they would lose access to the Hikawa Shrine, the only place where they could speak openly about the side of their lives that was known only among the group. Usagi had finally come out of her shell yesterday, but without a target to focus her anger on she had just been stuffing herself with food. Mamoru hadn’t left her side the entire time. There had been no other incidents to suggest that the Dark Kingdom had somehow reformed and unfortunately it seemed that the only hope of rescuing Rei without further attacks rested with Ami and her computers.

Makoto had suggested returning to D-Point and getting back in the same way they had three years ago, but Ami had stated that it appeared to have been destroyed in the battle with Metallia when Princess Serenity had unleashed the power of the ginzuishou. That had been disheartening. That was the only permanent entrance that had been discovered. They knew that the Shitennou and youma were able to open temporary portals but, so far, Ami had been unable to determine how.

Makoto had been directing her frustration into her martial arts training. She had spent days on end at her dojo practicing for when they would face Jaedite. Minako had dealt with her depression the best way she knew how; shopping. She had spent much of her time in Shibuya, just as she was now, trying to fill the void left by her friend with designer clothes and lavish lunches. The group had met several times to get updates from Ami and the two cats, but they had been largely unproductive. How she wished something would just happen! Her friend was missing and it felt like they weren’t doing anything to save her.

Lost in her musings the blonde school girl didn’t even see the man walking out of the storefront and directly into her. “Ah!” she exclaimed in surprise as the pair collided. Minako stumbled back and would have fallen on her rear had the man not caught her. In a flash, hands on her waist, he steadied her. Instinctively she clasped on to him to maintain her footing. Once she had collected herself she realized where she was, in the arms of a strong, tall, striking man. His face looked as perfectly crafted as the sculptures she had seen adorning every nook and cranny of the museums back in London, his dark green hair seemed exotic and fascinating. Pressed against his chest, she could feel his tremendous physique despite the padding of his coat. Despite the sudden jolt of their collision, she felt safe and secure in his arms.

“Oh! I’m sorry!” He apologized in a hurry, his stunning eyes looking deep into her own. She was instantly lost in them, they were enigmatic and profound. Their color matched his beautiful hair and there was an intense vitality in them that Minako found enthralling.

“Don’t worry about it.” She replied in a daze. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his.

“Please, let me make it up to you.” He said, genuinely apologetic. “Can I buy you some tea?”

“Sure.” She replied trying to keep her cool but utterly thrilled at the prospect of spending more time with this man. The Senshi of Love could hardly believe how giddy she was at the sight of this person. Her epithet was well deserved as she was no stranger to the opposite sex and she was never the one left speechless.

“There’s a great place at the end of the block, lets warm up there. I’m Vincent by the way.” Minako introduced herself and allowed him to lead her to the café he had mentioned, instantly forgetting about the plight of Sailor Mars.

The pair sat down at a small table in the corner of the shop and she let him order for her. It was nice to be inside away from the biting air but she didn’t need a coat to feel warm when she looked into his eyes.

“So do you work around here?” He asked as the waitress left.

“No, I was just clothes shopping.” Even his voice was gorgeous, deep and smooth but with the hint of an accent. European maybe? Living in Europe she had learned to identify most of those languages by sound but she had little experience listening to native Europeans speaking Japanese.

“You have to pay for clothes? I thought models usually got theirs for free.”

Minako blushed, she could see through the cheesy line like a pane of glass, but she couldn’t help herself around this man. “Oh no!” she laughed coyly, “I’m not a model.” She hesitated for a moment noting he was clearly older then her, but then again, a lot of guys would go for this, “I’m just a high school student.”

Vincent’s eyes widened a little. “You’re kidding right?”

She looked away feigning shyness, “It’s true. Does that bother you?” Out of the corner of her eye he saw a slight grin at the corner of his mouth. She had him. This was just the thing to take her mind off of Rei; she hadn’t been with anyone since that boy from home room had dropped a letter in her locker. That was a month ago. She laughed inwardly at the memory of how shocked he had been when she went down on him in the movie theatre. Boys her age were so inexperienced.

“Not at all, I just couldn’t believe a high school girl could look so mature.” He said, leaning in closer to her.

Minako was excited, not only had she found herself a hot, older guy, but apparently he was not embarrassed to be seen with a younger girl. She had been with a couple of older guys before, but that had always been for some quick cash. The young blonde was 18 and perfectly legal but they were always worried about being seen with her, hastily going in and out of the Love Hotels covering their faces. She wondered if Vincent would ask her to wear her school uniform.

The waitress returned with their tea and left them alone again. “So what school do you go to?” He asked evenly. Yep. Minako was sure he had a fetish now. That was fine with her.

“Azabu Jyuuban.” She said with an enticing smile.

Vincent took a sip of his tea; he was so poised that even such a small action reminded her of the wealthy English families she had been surrounded by in her youth. He set his cup down and smiled subtly. “I know that area well, have you been there long?”

“A few years now, before that I lived abroad.” She could feel Vincent’s eyes devouring her, absorbing every detail they could take in. She rubbed her thighs together under the table, her womanly crease dampening at the thought of showing him more.

They conversed for a few more minutes, Vincent asking her about herself, Minako growing increasingly flirty before Vincent excused himself, “I’m sorry Minako, but I have somewhere to be today. Can I see you again tomorrow?”

The girl was thwarted, she wanted instant gratification. “Of course!” she smiled dazzlingly, “What time?”

“How about 8? Can I pick you up?” Minako told him the address of an apartment complex a few streets away, he was cute but you couldn’t be too careful. Minako had had her share of stalkers.

“Great. I’ll see you then.” he said smoothly before putting on his coat, tossing 2,000 yen on the table and leaving.

Minako had hit the jackpot; a hot, older man who thought nothing of leaving twice the cost of the bill. She had to get to her bedroom quick, she couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come.

*****

Variscite walked out of the café pleased. If this was indeed Sailor Venus, it seemed there would be little trouble in capturing her. He thought about how he could best use her obvious attraction to him. Getting her alone would be easy to do and then he could confront her and see if she really was the one he was searching for without causing a scene. The young looking officer hated disturbances; they were messy, wasteful and unnecessary. If you could get the job done without arousing suspicion amongst the human masses, why not? If they knew their energy was being drained they would fight against it and look how much trouble five school girls had caused. This was precisely why Jaedite and his peers had failed and why he was the future of the Dark Kingdom. He would meet with Minako tomorrow and determine who she was, and if, as he suspected, she was Sailor Venus, he would be one step closer to his goals.

******

Minako stood on the appointed corner shivering against the cold. So far the winter had been mild but a storm was blowing in. “Damn.” She thought to herself, “Of all the days to be cold.” She was bundled up for warmth when she should be showing off her sexy body. She had definitely caught Vincent’s eye already, of that sure was sure, but there was no reason to be modest. She carried an oversized purse with her school uniform in it, he hadn’t asked her to wear it which surprised her, but she wanted to be prepared.

She didn’t have to wait long, a foreign-made black sedan stopped in front of her and the driver’s side door opened. Vincent stood up dressed in a dark suit and an open collared shirt and smiled politely at her. Minako became instantly warm despite the weather; he certainly hadn’t gotten any less attractive since yesterday.

“Good evening.” He greeted her smoothly as he approached.

“Hey, Vincent.” She wasn’t quite sure how to address him; he spoke excellent Japanese but, defying convention, had only given her a first name.

“Shall we?” he said taking her purse and opening the door for her.

Hot, rich and well mannered, Minako would have to keep this one for a while. She thanked him and sat down in the passenger’s seat. He closed the door behind her and rounded the car to get back to his place. Alone with him in the warmth of the vehicle she took off her coat and tossed it in the back seat. The blonde wore a low cut, button up, white blouse, the top two left undone, she was sure he wouldn’t be able to ignore that. She stuck her chest out ever so slightly as she adjusted herself in her seat and smirked inwardly when she caught him eyeing her breasts.

“So, where to?”

“I thought we’d have dinner at Ten-Ichi.” He said as he pulled out onto the street.

Minako was slightly impressed. That was a particularly famous restaurant in Ginza noted for making Tempura a fixture on menus around the world. The older men she had dated before had always tried to woo her with dinners only mildly out of her normal range but Vincent was going all out. She smiled at him in response, pleased with herself for landing this one.

*****

Minako hung off of Vincent’s arm as they walked out of the restaurant, keenly aware of the effects her body would be having on his. Dinner had been delicious and extravagant and Vincent had proven to be both interesting and intriguing. He was intelligent and funny, refined and charismatic. She had been right, he was from Europe, France to be specific, but he had been to Japan many times. He worked for a large energy company that had operations in Eastern Europe, the Pacific Rim and South America. He had recently been transferred to Japan for an extended stay. Minako couldn’t believe her luck, she might get a long term sugar daddy out of this arrangement.

“So have you found a place yet?” she asked as they reached his car. No need to be indiscreet.

“About a week ago, just finished unpacking the other day.” He opened the door for her and she sat down.

He rounded the car and got into his side. Finally they were alone, “Can I see it?” She smiled at him wantonly.

The older man met the young girl’s lustful gaze and returned it with his own. He grinned and turned the keys.

*****

Minako continued to be amazed. They had driven back to Roppongi, not far from her home in Azabu, but the apartment Vincent had brought her to was incredible, she hadn’t seen rooms this size even in England. High ceilings, marble floors, huge windows, this place was a palace. The chic décor was minimalist with a white and glass motif, progressive but not avant-garde. A large window led out to a small balcony, high above the Tokyo streets. The moonlight was the only illumination at present, just as well, it set the mood well enough for the girl.

Vincent took Minako’s coat and put it in a small closet. She was glad to see it go, all through dinner he had stolen glances at her chest when he thought she wasn’t looking. He wouldn’t have to be subtle much longer. “Would you like a drink?” he asked politely as he closed the door behind them.

“You don’t need to get me drunk, Vincent.” She grinned and took his hand, ready for the night to really begin. Vincent laughed as she led him to his couch and the two sat down. Minako made the first move; she had been ready to go since yesterday. She kicked off her shoes and straddled his lap. Kissing him lustfully, their tongues tangled together as she wrapped her arms around his neck. It was long and deep, lingering until Minako tore away to suck in a breath. Vincent’s lips did not rest; he sucked on her neck and pulled her in close. The blonde flushed with desire, the sensation of his lips on her body sent waves of pleasure through her. Minako responded to his embrace by grinding her pelvis into his lap, quickly gaining the desired effect. Their lips met again and their tongues joined together hungrily.

Panting with lust, Minako chewed his lip as he quickly unbuttoned her top. As soon as the last one was undone, he pushed her shirt off of her and tossed it away. Minako’s chest was now only covered by lacey black silk. Vincent looked down at her chest and smirked, they were well developed and bouncy, her cleavage beckoned to him, warm and inviting. She knew he was taken with them and she was only too willing to let him have them. She reached behind her back and let the sleek garment fall around her shoulders. In response he tore it off and sucked her nipple greedily. She moaned softly as he suckled on her and stroked his dark green hair.

Suddenly he wrapped his arms around her slender waist and threw her on her back. Minako squeaked in delight, she loved it when a man took charge. Too often men were too intimidated by her beauty to do anything, leaving her to do all the work. He spent a moment longer chewing lightly on her breasts, bringing them both to their full perkiness and then left them behind. He enjoyed the feel of her smooth skin on his lips as he kissed her in a line down to her bellybutton. The girl squirmed erotically under him as he unzipped her pants and began to pull them off. She raised her supple ass allowing him to make short work of her last remaining major article of clothing. In an instant the only thing covering Minako was a bit of dark silk clinging to her hips.

He breathed in the girl’s scent deeply, savoring the musky aroma of her femininity. Teasing her a bit, the older man kissed her through the sheer material. He could already feel her dampness on his lips as she writhed in anticipation. Licking around the edges of her panties and enjoying the girl’s excited breathing, he slipped his fingers underneath the small straps of silk hugging her slender form. Regrettably, he had to tear himself away so as to undress her fully, sliding the bit of cloth down her long, toned legs. Finally naked, Vincent drank in the sight of his youthful conquest. A more perfect body was hard to imagine; long, full blonde hair framed her gorgeous face. Her eyes, although half closed in shameless desire, were deep and blue, sparkling and vivacious. Her full lips drew in sweet breaths as she moaned for him to continue. Her soft, fair skin was delicate to the touch and unblemished. Overcome with hunger, Vincent buried himself between her legs, sucking greedily on her engorged clitoris.

She cried out in elation as his massaged her treasure with his skilled mouth. At the same time he slipped a pair of digits between her slick lips and probed her rhythmically. She squirmed furiously under his oral attention moaning heavily as she seized the edge of the couch so as not to fall off. She felt the familiar fog of arousal weighing down her thoughts as she gave herself over to Vincent’s touch. Sailor Mars was far from her mind right now, but the fires of passion burned between her legs. His fingers soon found the spot most missed and she gasped in ecstasy as he explored her depths. Time lost meaning as Vincent brought her higher and higher with each shift of his fingers. Torrents of euphoric bliss washed over the girl as Vincent’s stimulation brought the girl to orgasm. She screamed in delight as shudders of divine rapture rocked her frame.

Finally her body was still. She gasped for breath as every inch of her delicate form quivered with the aftershocks of her climax. She felt his fingers glide out of her but she could not gather the strength to move. No matter, he came to her. He kissed her other lips and she desperately tried to reciprocate, vaguely aware of her own taste on his tongue. A moment later he stood up and tore off his shirt revealing his chest. He was well toned and athletic but not bulky and without hair. Whether it was natural or shaved, Minako didn’t care, she was just glad it wasn’t there, Europeans always seemed to have too much of it. At last strength returned to her and she sat up to undo his pants. She fondled his erection through his pants and kissed his stomach as her other hand deftly maneuvered to undress him. His pants fell away and an instant later so too did his boxers.

Free of its constraints, his cock sprang up to meet the blonde. There were some things she loved about foreigners; this was one of them. Japanese men just never seemed to measure up. She took him into her mouth and began returning the favor. She could not manage the entire length easily so she opted to focus on the tip, stroking the shaft in time.

Vincent stroked her beautiful hair as she felated him skillfully. He smirked, if this was indeed the Sailor of Love, she lived up to her name. She sucked him noisily covering him in her saliva. He watched the erotic scene unfold as the blonde’s head bobbed up and down on his dick. After an impressive stint she drew back, still stroking him, but ready for more. “Fuck me.” She said brazenly, eager to feel him inside her again.

Vincent grinned, ostensibly ready to comply but inwardly laughing at the thought of the soon to be slave giving orders. He would have begun grooming her for her role now by denying her request, except that he wanted to feel her wrapped around his dick just as badly. Minako sat back on the couch and spread her legs. She ran her fingers over her own wetness and squealed with delight as Vincent pushed himself into her. He moaned with elation as he felt the girl’s body accept him, despite her experience her walls still wrapped snugly around his dick. He began moving inside of her, slowly at first, but gaining speed as she panted lustfully and begged for more.

*****

Minako was astonished, he filled her completely with each thrust and the rhythm he sustained made her first orgasm seem like a tickle in comparison. Over the next hour or so she had lost count of the number of times Vincent had made her climax and yet he had not cum once. She lay on the couch recovering from her latest elysian trip to heaven as she felt him pull out of her. He positioned himself over her face and stroked himself as she huffed in every breath she could get.

“Got anything left?” he asked with a grin.

She laughed and responded by kissing the tip of his dick lightly. She staggered off the couch and got on her knees. She sucked him passionately despite her exhaustion hoping to give him at least a little bit of the pleasure he had given her. Minako didn’t have to wait long, after a few minutes of a wet and messy blow job Vincent pulled away from her oral delight and groaned his appreciation. Minako closed her eyes quickly and giggled as she felt his warm cum splatter on her face. She had no idea why guys enjoyed this so much, it was sticky and kind of gross, but she didn’t mind. After a half dozen or so gooey splashes he was done and the young blonde wiped her eyes clean. She took his rapidly diminishing erection back into her mouth and cleaned him with a few quick sucks. Afterwards she looked up at him, keenly aware of how she must look as she felt his semen slowly work its way down her skin, dripping off her chin and onto her chest. She pushed a finger across her cheek and shoveled a small amount of his cum onto her tongue. The salty, familiar taste of a man filled Minako’s mouth and she sucked her finger erotically as she gazed into his eyes.

“Do you like my diamond necklace?” she asked in a sultry voice.

Vincent laughed, bent down to kiss the top of her head and corrected her, “I think you mean pearl necklace.” He pushed another load across her sticky skin and she hungrily licked his digit. “Keep cleaning up, kitten.”

She winked and exclaimed, “Nya!” as she scooped more of his seed into her mouth laughing inwardly at what Artemis would think.

She swallowed the last bit down and stood up falling against his firm chest, “That was amazing.” She sighed.

Vincent kissed her cheek and slapped her ass playfully, “I know.” She laughed at his well deserved arrogance. “There’s a bathroom down the hall.”

The highly satisfied senshi of love grabbed her underwear and bounced down the hall for a chance to wash up. A few moments later she emerged, semi-clothed and semen free to find Vincent pouring white wine into a pair of glasses. He held it out to her and she took it gratefully, the perfect way to end an intense night of sexual gratification. “We should do this again.” Minako said as she cuddled next to him when they reached the couch.

Vincent chuckled and clinked her glass against his, “Minako-chan, I get the feeling we will be doing this a lot.” She smirked and took a deep draught from her glass. Vincent maintained his composure as he watched the girl drain her cup. It didn’t take long for the drugs he had slipped into her wine to have their desired effects. Within moments the girl’s gorgeous body slumped unconsciously against his. He eased her down onto the couch and stood up. Now was the time to confirm his suspicions. Walking over to her bag that had been carelessly tossed aside he picked it up and rummaged through its contents. He found the small object he was looking for and laughed.

“Oh yes Jaedite, two could play at this game.”