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A Mother and A Queen	By : Kerianya Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yuri - Female/Female Views: 793 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Mother and a Queen

A story of love and responsibility.

By Kerianya_fijiteenia a.k.a H.C.Crazee

This story is an NC-17; that is, it is a lemon containing graphic and descriptive sex scenes. So you've been warned and can go away at any time. This story contains explicit heterosexual and lesbian sex scenes, but you'll have to wait a while for any Yuri, sorry.

Disclaimer: Guess what, I don't own DBZ, but bless you if you thought I did! No, that honor belongs to the genius that is Akira Toriyama. However I do own Frosta, Icia and her parents, as well as any non-DBZ characters you see.

Author's Notes: What you are reading now is the adapted version of my first lemon, which I wrote when I was young and curious about certain things. So forgive this first chapter for being somewhat�dreadful. I will be re-writing the rest of the story from memory. This might take a while considering that this idea is at least five years old.

Also, many of you know that Kerianya is my username. I'm not adding myself to the story. I created this character and then decided to take her character name as my own.

Chapter 1: Meetings.

Frosta sat on her sister's new bed. It was huge and bouncy, the latest queen-sized model that money could buy. What Frosta couldn't understand was why Icia had got one.

"For goodness sake sister," Icia groaned in exasperation, "You're sixteen years old. You should understand that Cold's coming to stay over tonight. I need a bigger bed."

"But why can't he stay in one of the guest rooms? It's not like we don't have any." Frosta whined.

"Because�well, because�" Icia began to blush at the prospect of losing her virginity, and got angry. "Oh get out! Just get out. Ask mother if you really want to know. I must prepare myself for the party tonight." Icia haughtily reached for her razor, turning her back on Frosta, who smirked and walked out.

By the time Icia turned round, she was alone.
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Later that evening Frosta was getting ready herself.

She'd done all her shaving and waxing the previous night, not needing to get rid of any-Frosta sniggered in the manner of typical teenager-overnight stubble. Now she was pulling on her beautiful new dress.

It was lilac, Frosta's favourite colour, and had a semi-transparent lace corset sequined with amethysts. The skirt was silk, and flowed long and free like her pink wavy hair. When she moved, Frosta liked the way that the skirt rustled, just like in her favourite fairytale movies. She looked in the mirror and gave a little twirl; her reflection smiled back at her as she giggled.

Gingerly she stepped into her lilac satin shoes and sat down to paint her long nails a shade of lavender.

At least she didn't bite them, like Icia�

Quickly her hand slammed across her mouth, lest she had unknowingly spoken out loud. Nice girls did not speak of their older sisters so foully, especially not when those aforementioned older sisters were going to be wedded to the crown prince.

But it was so true; Frosta was prettier, smarter, funnier, generally a lot better than Icia could ever hope to be. She already had a fuller, sexier body than Icia's bony frame, could sing dance and act with the greatest performers, and had magic potential. The Lunar Saiya-jin Empress, Kerianya-Fijiteenia, the most competent sorceress in the multiverse, was considering teaching her the ways of sorcery! An honour beyond Icia's wildest fantasies.

In fact, the only reason for Icia marrying the crown prince Cold was because they were both twenty-one. If Frosta were eighteen, then she doubted Cold would even look twice at her sister!

"I bet I could satisfy him more in bed too!" She snorted. "After all these visions I've had, I know everything about sex!"

She felt one of these visions beginning to manifest, and braced herself�

Almost straight away she felt her clothing melt away from her body, and the moist, warm air hit her body. But that wasn't the immediate focus of her attention; huge, burning hands engulfed her breasts, and she lifted her lizard-like tail as something very warm and extremely hard pressed against her. He was behind her, wanting her, needed to enter her like an animal. And she needed him to enter her too. She could feel her pulse racing and her breathing became hoarse.

Suddenly her breasts became cold as the hands slipped down to her hips. It looked like he was ready. Frosta parted her legs and leaned against the wall, gasping at the coldness. She took a deep breath, and closed her eyes as she nibbled her lower lip in anticipation.

Suddenly the burning hardness hit its target as her huge lover entered her with incredible speed. Frosta was pushed between him and the wall; the combination of hot and cold made her shriek in pleasure. She groaned again as he began to thrust himself in and out of her, getting faster and stronger as they became more engrossed in their passion.

Frosta screamed, as her brain became part of the pleasure. She saw nothing, felt nothing but the hot, cold and magic that her lover was making for her. He was making magic purely for her to enjoy, and she wanted more magic. No, she needed his magic, for nothing could exist without this hard, pulsating, frenzied desire that she now though of as life�

Until her body was overcome with magic as her lover roared with pleasure and released his seed into her with a mighty thrust that slammed her against the wall. The feeling tipped her over the edge as she screamed her own release and came in an explosion of desire. Molten seed leaked out of her and trickled down her thighs, but Frosta couldn't care less as she rested her cheek against the cold wall and opened her eyes�

To see Icia standing in the doorway, trembling with barely suppressed rage. Frosta felt a puzzling sense of guilt, but couldn't think why. Just who was her lover anyway? She began to turn her head�
"Frosta? Are you ready dear?" Frosta's mother, Lady Snow jolted her out of her fantasy before she had a chance to see her lover.

"Rats!" Frosta thought as she opened the door. Her mother gave her a puzzled look.

"Are you ok? It was deathly quiet in there."

"I was�daydreaming I think." Frosta blushed, grateful that her screams were only heard within her fantasy. Her mother smiled knowingly.

"Ah. Daydreaming of the day when you will meet a man of your own?" Frosta nodded. "My dear daughter, we have all done that. It is nothing to be embarrassed about. The Queen herself believes that such fantasies are a premonition of our future husbands. Mind you," Snow's face twisted into a frown, "she listens to that filthy Lunar Saiya-jin empress Kerianya. That woman may be a powerful sorceress and a good teacher of magic, but she isn't to be trusted with matters of the heart. They don't know what love is, because they're so promiscuous."

Frosta tried to keep her face impassive as she listened. She'd seen the empress and her consort, and she'd never seen such love. The empress would never betray her mate with another man. Another woman perhaps, but not a man. But her mother was filled with the loathing that most of her race had for the Saiya-jin Empire. The Lunar breed were wise, cultured, and like all the Saiya-jin, incredibly beautiful. The other Saiya-jin, the ordinary and neo however, Frosta couldn't abide�

"Come my child, let us not talk of these foul creatures. The queen approves of them, so we must tolerate them, even at this party."

Frosta took her mother's hand and walked with her to the ballroom, smiling at her mother's complements.
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The Crowned Prince Cold took a deep breath as he looked around him.

He would admit that he was terrified; he didn't really like Icia, and was only marrying her at his mother's insistence. Icia was bossy, domineering, had no regard for anyone bar herself, an incredulous braggard and a Saiya-jin racist. Plus she could batter him senseless when it suited her to; he winced at the memory of their first, and last, sparring session that had left him bedridden for a week. All Icia had done was kiss him on the cheek and walk out as he'd doubled up in sheer agony, coughing up pools of blood. Ah well, he was going to get his own back when he mated with her that night�

"Their ladyships Lady Snow and her youngest daughter Lady Frosta."

Ah, Cold had been looking forward to seeing his future sister-in-law, he'd heard that she was�

�the most magnificent apparition imaginable!

Cold summoned all his strength to prevent his jaw from dropping. She was a masterpiece of the creator's art. Some deity somewhere must have been pining for this pink-haired goddess, for what else could she be? Every fantasy woman, every dream girl was not a patch on this one. He longed to grab her, and demonstrate his undying love for her by wedding her.

"Oh God!" His subconscious squeaked. "She's coming to talk to me!"

Frosta curtseyed before her prince, blue eyes never leaving his. "My Prince," she purred, "I'm so honored to meet you." She smiled; Cold realized he was aroused, and prayed nobody noticed.

He responded by turning on every ounce of charm that he could muster.

"Lady Frosta, I've heard so much about you. Believe me, the pleasure is all mine." He added truthfully as he kissed her hand, and noted her eyes widening with surprise before she fluttered her eyelashes and her freckled cheeks turned from pink to red.

"She likes me!" He smirked inwardly; a small part of his mind yelled whoopee enthusiastically.

Suddenly, Icia intervened between her fiancé and sister.

"Piss off!" Cold thought ruefully.

"Um, I'm going to get a drink. See if Daddy will let me have a cocktail." Frosta smiled, and curtseyed before heading to her father Lord Friert.

"So, you've met my brat sister." Icia snapped.

"Yes dear, she's very nice," he silenced Icia's protest with a kiss, "but not a patch on you." He lied.

Icia turned scarlet; after this she couldn't wait to get him to bed!
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Frosta yawned as she brushed her hair; 2.30am was way too late for her to be up. She'd heard Icia and Cold go to bed five minutes earlier.

"Lucky Cow!" Frosta thought. "I bet he's making love to her right now. Wish it was me."

She was sure the Crowned Prince was the man of her visions, and she was prepared to bed him to find out.

Icia's groans drifted down the hall. Frosta grinned, and went to take a look�
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Icia lay screaming under her huge mate, who was panting from the exertion of pleasuring her. Frosta wanted to tear her sister's eyes out. The ungrateful bitch wasn't doing anything to help him, just lying there like a sack of potatoes, letting him having his wicked way. She was mortified as she heard her sister orgasm, and saw the look of disappointment on Cold's face. As he withdrew from Icia, Frosta gasped at the sight of his erection.

"So big, so perfect." She thought. "How the hell did he fit in her?"

Suddenly things took a turn. Icia knelt down and took Cold into her mouth, closing her eyes as she sucked hungrily. Cold glanced out of the room and his eyes widened as he saw Frosta in the doorway.

He heard her gasp, and run back to her own room.

"I hope she like what she saw." He thought. "Wouldn't mind if she wanted to have a go herself."

Blushing at this thought, he returned his attention to his mate.
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