Beryl captured? (revised)
by Hentai Otaku

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Queen Beryl, ruler of the Dark Kingdom awakened in
a room that appeared both strange and awfully familiar.
As her red eyes focused, she took as much of the decor
in as possible.  The primary color scheme was red,
gray and navy.  Beryl admitted that she liked this
person's taste.  

The musky fragrance of a man, hung about the bed 
and the entire room.  That smell too was
familiar, but not familiar enough to be instantly recognized.

As she stood to move about, Beryl noticed that she was wearing
a kimono.  Whoever had dressed her had done an excellent job, 
the boi was snug, but not tight and everything, had stayed in
place despite her "nap". 

"How did I end up here?  The last thing I remember is seeing 
some youma looking down at me in surprise, saying she's alive.

The queen soon spotted a picture frame containing the photo of
a young girl with long, thick black hair.  She looked
extremely young, perhaps even Sailor Moon's age.  The
thought of that Meatball-headed interloper changed the
queen's color from blue to purple.

She defeated me, then Metalia slew me and took my form.  Did
Metalia win?  Did she forgive and resuscitate me?

The door was thrown open and the indentity of the room's occupant
was revealed...Jaedite.

"Queen Beryl, I see you're awake.", said Jaedite as
he entered the room.  Jaedite's attire was different from 
before. He still wore a gray uniform, with red trim, but
now he sported a cape and ornaments on both soldiers that 
showed him as outranking Nephrite, and even Kunzite.
Beryl contained her surprise at this, rather well.  

"How long have I been gone?, she thought, before speaking
aloud, "Yes, I am.  General Jaedite, where am I, why are
you dressed like that and why am I dressed like this?",
Beryl asked as she with one hand gracefully indicated the 
dark purple kimono she wore.  The color suited her, but was
definatly not from her wardrobe.

Jaedite answered, "You are in my new room.  I am
dressed like this because I am now the Lord General
and ruler of the Dark Kingdom and this is my new uniform."

"What???!!", exclaimed the former Queen as she
almost fell off the bed.

"Oh, and as the new ruler of the Dark Kingdom, I
have absolute control over everything and everyone
in it.", he punctuated the last statement with a slow,
superior little smile that raised Beryl's blood pressure
both in lust and anger.

Beryl raised one hand and tried to blast her first
general.  Nothing happened.

The small smile disappeared from Jaedite's face as he,
in what appeared to be one movement, closed the gap
between himself and his former queen, yanking her up
against his chest as he said, "Your powerless and your mine."

He then paused before bending down to deliver a slow,
sultry kiss.  Beryl responded immedately not caring
about resistance afterall she'd blast him into atoms
for his insolence soon enough.

Her former general sighed as he lowered Beryl back to
the bed, "I do like seeing my women dressed as ladies,
however, I hate the time required to get all those
robes out of the way.  Undress."

"No."

Jaedite laughed, as a nasty looking instrument floated
across the room to his hand.  He now held a shiny,
brown, riding crop about a yard long.  Bending it, he
demonstrated it's suppleness before sending it whistling
against one of the bedposts.  The sharp crack it made
was not lost on Queen Beryl, a woman whom had observed
the torture of many unfortunate soldiers.

Jaedite then did someting he almost never did.  He
repeated himself, "I said, Undress."

Beryl repeated her answer, "No".

This unfavorable response prompted the new ruler of
the Dark Kingdom to bring the whip down across the
front of Beryl's thighs countering, "Yes".

Even through her many layers of clothing Beryl felt
the sting that had undoubtedly left a purple mark
across her blue-tinted skin.

"Fine.", she said and began the process of undressing.
Beryl untied both the small string belt and her much
wider, stiffer obi, letting both accessories drop to 
the floor.  Her robes both outer and under soon joined
them.

Jaedite stood back and allowed his eyes to rove up and
down, appreciatively.  Her body gave new meaning to the
old phrase "legs that went on for days".  He'd often 
fanfasized about those legs.  In those fantasies, 
Beryl's long, strong legs wrapped around him and pulled 
him further and further into her lap, the warmth of her 
privates and chest sent his lust and arousal climbing 
higher and higher.

His scrutiny continued.  Jaedite noticed with approval 
Beryl's arousal.  He watched her nipples harden and smiled.
His former superiors, full breasts and hips ignited a 
passion in him that few sights did.

"Lay down and spread those long legs for me.", Jaedite
realized that he should have gone slower and savored
the experience of taking Beryl, his former Queen, for 
the first time, but it had been awhile since he'd 
been with anyone and his hormones were setting the pace.

With one thrust he was fully inside of her.

Beryl clinched her teeth and sucked air in as the pain
hit.  Jaedite hadn't even waited for her to get fully
aroused.  She was barely wet.

The blonde haired general began to pump in and out as
his unwilling companion griped his shoulders.  The pace
increased and Jaedite actually began to slam into Beryl's
lap.  His member was longer and thicker than any human
males'.  It began to thrust in and out of its own accord
and Jaedite had to pin Beryl to the mattress as she bucked
about in both pain and ecstasy.  The former queen soon
involuntariy wrapped her legs around his waist.  Grunts of
pleasure escaped her red lips.  Jaedite increased both 
the depth and speed of his thrusts.  Any observer would
have assumed that he was trying to split the poor woman in
half.

A dual climax soon took ahold of and shook both participants
senseless.  Beryl hadn't been fucked like that in centuries,
where as Jaedite hadn't had a partner that could handle his
hard style of love making in months...and for him that was 
an enternity.  He rolled off of Beryl and laid flat on his
back.  Jaedite licked his lips and panted hard.  Beryl simply
laid back as shivers of pleasure still shook her.  

"Jaedite drop your illusion and get out.", commanded Queen 
Beryl.  Her voice had an uncharacteristic softness in it 
along with a small trace of amusement.

"When'd you figure it out.", laughed Jaedite, still panting  
it would take another minute or so for his breathing to slow
to normal.

The queen's red eyes danced with amusement as she answered, 
"When you hit me.  You pulled your punch too much.  I know 
that none of my generals would hasitate to give me a good
trashing if they were ever in a position to do so."

"One of us wouldn't.", Jaedite stopped there.  He wouldn't 
embarrass himself further.

"Are you saying that you'd let me live, and unharmed at 
that?", she had to get some clarification on this one.

"Of course.  I wouldn't be interested in torturing you as
long as you co-operated and fulfilled the duties of your 
new position.

"New position?!"

Uh-huh, "Jaedite's Personal Bedwarmer..."

A hard jab to the ribs silenced any further taunts.  He knew
when to quit.

"Beryl-sama", Jaedite said as he leaned down and delivered 
a brief but lustful kiss to his Queen's lips, "Happy Birthday,
My Queen".

"Thank you.  You are dismissed"

"Yes, my queen.", answered Jaedite as he disappeared into a 
warp hole above both of them.  The energies blew her long
hair about, which reminded her to summon one of her attendants
which a minor mental summons did.

And as the room reverted back to her normal bedroom, she could
hear the sound of her attendant running water into the small
swimming pool, Beryl called a bathtub. 

"I *like* being the Queen.", purred the tall woman as she slowly
rose to head toward her freshly drawn bath.  Suddenly a thought
came to her and she stopped in mid-step.

"Wait a minute!", thought Beryl, "How did Jaedite neutralize
my powers that was no illuison.  I know the difference."

On cue, a deep laugh reverberated throughout Beryl's chambers
as the door to the hall disappeared

"Ready for your bath, Queen Beryl?" asked the attending youma.

"Am I still Queen or do you mock me?", demanded Beryl of her 
servant.

The youma looked surprised, but quickly answered, "You are still
Queen of the Dark Kingdom, consort..."

"Consort?!!!"

"...consort of Lord General Jaedite, Ruler of the New Dark Kingdom."

Beryl screamed in rage.

"Your bath, your highness...", prompted the unimpressed, uncaring
young youma.

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