Embarrassed by the one I love.

I sighed, snuggling deeper into the warmth of someone. My eyes opened and, for a moment, I was panicked. Then I recognized the feel of the person's arms and chest. I sighed, relaxing into his body.
A tension went out of him I hadn't felt before. He chuckled. "I thought you'd freak again."
I felt a small smile curve my lips upward. "I'm too comfortable to freak out."
"Great, then should I tell you it's like one in the afternoon now, or wait?"
My eyes popped open at that. I'd missed the meeting. I jumped up, staring open-mouthed at him. "What?"
He smiled. "It's one o'clock." I started to climb over him and he grabbed me, pinning me on the bed in record time. "I don't think so, Story. You're not going to that meeting."
I gave him a blank stare. How are you going to stop me, I wanted to ask.
He settled his weight securely on me, forcing my legs apart. "How do you think I'm going to stop you?"
I couldn't think all of a sudden--he was knocking at that most intimate of doors. Not inside, not yet, but close enough to put my pulse in my mouth. Then I remembered what I felt--he was still naked and I was wearing nothing but his shirt.
He trailed his hand down the front of his shirt, tracing his middle finger around my entrance, and chuckled. "You're already wet." He plunged one finger into me and another followed. "I expected you to be slightly less tight, but I guess that's not going to happen." He closed his mouth over mine, drawing moans, pants and half-swallowed screams as his fingers plunged inside of me, teasing along the walls of me and thrusting in and out at an almost painful speed. It should've been pain, but it was mind-blowing pleasure.
That pressure was back, heavy again. I knew what was happening, but a part of me was afraid of the orgasm. I didn't like the idea of losing control of myself, even for a short time. I fought the orgasm, fought subtly against Gohan, but he was too strong and fighting the orgasm made it come faster and stronger. I was bucking, fighting and screaming all while he continued to pin me, gently, but firmly to the bed.
He pulled back when I was still, silent and breathless and grinned down at me. "I have something that'll be fun. I've noticed you like to be pinned during sex and I love the idea of you being trapped beneath me, struggling, but I like to have my hands free, so I got a little something." He was gone for no more than a second and when he came back, he was tying my hands to the bedposts with something soft and silky. He settled himself back onto me, pushing his hips between my thighs, once again knocking up against that most intimate of doors.
I couldn't help it--I struggled against the silk ropes just slightly.
He murmured, "This will be the best time of your life," and, as fast, hard and sudden as he could, he thrust into me.
I screamed, struggling against the bindings, trying to free myself, but he'd tied me too tightly for that. Even the pain of the ropes tight against my wrists was pleasure.
He pulled out all the way and forced his way back into me. "This is hard, you know. You're tight enough that if you were any less wet, I'd be in pain right now, not in ecstasy. Fighting against your body's natural resistences is an amazing feeling." He threw his head back. "God." When he looked down at me, his eyes were roiling, like black flames, smoldering. He lowered down to me and fastened his teeth around the part of my throat that was just below my jaw, sucking, drawing blood.
I moaned, fighting against the restraints, fighting against him, fighting against the inexplicable pleasure that was flowing through my body. I screamed, both in pleasure and frustration, still fighting.
He was growling, a low, dangerous sound that reverberated against my skin, tingling and tickling me at the same time. He grabbed my hips in his hands and pulled me up against his hips, forcing his way into me harder and him holding my hips steady, immobile, made the angle sharper, made it turn to almost-painful pleasure.
I was screaming one, long, continuous song, over and over, as fast as I could draw breath. Finally, though, I realized the scream wasn't as loud as I thought it was."
His hands tightened around my hips in an almost-bruising grip, holding me tight against him, thrusting in and out as hard, fast and deep as he could go. His power flooded through the room, drowning me, and he was just suddenly so much stronger, bigger, enough that it was nearly pain, but still mind-blowing.
I was screaming again, fighting against everything, and the orgasm started building, heavier and thicker than ever before. The rope chafed against my skin, but pain was pleasure in that moment. I bit down on his shoulder.
He stiffened, growling lower, and reached under the shirt to cup, knead my breast, his other hand still locked around my hip. For a few moments, he continued to rub my nipple against his roughened, but soft palm. Then he rolled my nipple with his thumb. He lifted his head and, releasing my breast to fist in my hair and use my hair to pull me away from my biting, and clenched his mouth over mine, swallowing the taste of his blood and mine. Our powers rose again, but this time they didn't fight. They seemed to intensify the pleasure we both felt. His power dominated mine as he dominated my body, forcing me and my power to submit completely to him. His power caressed every inch of my powers, touching and penetrating in the deepest, darkest areas, just as his body was doing to mine.
I screamed and he swallowed that scream, replying with a growl that trembled against my lips, made his chest tremble against mine.
He pulled back, sitting up enough to grab his own shirt in two hands on the sides and pulled, ripping the shirt down the middle, then lay back to press his naked chest to mine. His hands went back down to cup my hips, holding me tight against him, while he used his own chest to torture my already aching nipples, locking his mouth around mine again.
I panted, completely unable to scream anymore. My voice was hoarse and I couldn't catch my breath. Between his power mating, dominating mine and him dominating me, I couldn't catch my breath if my life depended on it. The orgasm came and I started to fight against him, trying to break the ropes. Part of me was confused as to why the ropes didn't break, the rest of me was too far gone to care. I fought him, screaming as loud as I could, bucking, trying to raise up enough to forcee him off me, but he was too big, too strong and I was still tied.
But he wasn't done--once again, he brought me a second time before spilling his seed deep within me. His arms were shaking when he propped himself up to keep himself off me and he was sweating.
When I was able to think again, I realized that my legs were caught, trapped, in the blankets and sheets. Adding that with him still atop me, still inside me and partially hard, kept my entire body immobile.
He let out a shaking laugh and said, "If I move, I'm going to collapse. God, that was . . . God, a-fucking-mazing."
I could talk yet. I still couldn't catch my breath. My chest was sweaty and slick, somewhat sticking to his. I was more sweaty than he was.
Although, then again, he hadn't had a huge person atop him, presssing me between him and the thick bed.
Gohan looked up, frowning. "Uh, oh," he said, right as the door opened.I managed to get a small look at Goten's white, shocked face a second before Gohan dropped his body atop mine to cover me. He grinned at his little brother. "Try knocking next time, hmm?"
Goten nodded. "Uh-of course! I didn't mean to interrupt anything! But, uh, Piccolo wants to see the two of you when you--when you can walk again." He hurried out, closing the door behind him.
I was blushing madly when Gohan looked down at me with a small smile. "I think we scared him off." He managed to roll off me, onto his side.
I let him pull me into his hot, stick arms with a small sigh.
"How do you feel?"
I had to try a good four times before I could say, "Tired."
He laughed, pulling back enough to look down at me. Then his eyes sobered and his hand went to gently touch me. His hand came away with blood. "Are you sure you're okay, Story? You're bleeding."
I smiled tiredly. "I feel amazing, Gohan. Don't go all scared and regretful now. If you did, then you'd never do it again." That made me blush.
Made him smile. "And you want me to?"
I nodded.
"It was that good, even though I made you bleed?"
"A little blood isn't that bad."
"It's not just a little, but fine, whatever. You're going to be sore, just so you know."
A thought popped into my head. "I'm pretty sure I know the answer to this, but have you been using a condom?"
He froze. "Oh, shit."
"I thought so." But, for some strange reason, I just didn't care. It didn't worry me in the least.
"Are you mad?"
I shook my head. "No."
"Why not?"
"Because anything that comes out of this will at least be brough into the world with love and a great, strong, somewhat corny father."
He looked down with a grin. "'Somewhat corny'?"
"Great Saiyaman."
He laughed. "Oh, so you think the Great Saiyaman is corny?"
"I don't think he is, Gohan. I know he is."
"Aw, come on. Give me a break! I thought the costume was pretty good!"
"You're a boy! Of course you did! It wouldn't have been so bad if there wasn't any red--and no cape! The cape was the worst part of the costume."
"Coming from a girl wearing the tattered remnants of my shirt."
I looked down at what remained of the shirt. "That doesn't bother you at all?"
"Nah, not for what it gave its life for." He ran his hand through his sweaty hair. "I think we need a shower." He forced himself to his feet, struggling slightly, and managed to pull on a pair of boxers. "I'm going to check the house real quick. Be right back." He was gone a moment and, during that moment, I stared down at myself, willing my legs to regain their feeling. When he came back in, he was smiling. "Nobody's in here, but it looks like mom, dad, Vegeta and Piccolo were here along with Goten. Looks like he's not the only one that knows of our busy day." He untied me, picked me up in his arms, grabbed one of my training outfits and one of his in one hand and carried me to the bathroom.
A thought. "What do you mean we need a shower?"
He chuckled. "We've fucked twice-" at my glare, he grinned and said, "made love, then, twice now. I don't think we need to worry about taking separate showers."
I glared at him. "Why not?"
We were in the bathroom now. He sat me inside the bathtub, shut the door and was working his boxers off as he turned the showerhead on.
Cold, frigid water hit me and I gasped. It warmed up quickly, though.
He jumped in and, with his help, managed to wash my hair and body. He got a little too touchy with helping me soap and rinse my body, but he behaved himself well. After the shower, we were on our way to find Piccolo and the rest when I realized something important.
"Hey! The meeting!"
He laughed. "You just now remembered it?"
"You kept me from going to it!"
He nodded. "Yes. I think I did very well at it, too."
I glared at him. "You know you put your family in danger, right?"
"My family can take anything anyone throws at it. Including the Demon King."
Goten caught sight of us and blushed a deep, dark red. "Hi, Gohan," he mumbled.
"Hey, Goten. What's up?"
He shrugged. His eyes were fixed on me and I felt like I was still naked in front of him. There was a musky smell to go with the heated look.
"Boy, you control yourself better!" Vegeta said, leaning away from Goten.
Goten looked down, embarrassed now and blushing. The scent stayed for a moment, but it slowly faded.
Gohan put his arm possessively around my waist, pulling me into his warmth with a small, threatening growl. It was a clear way of saying, "MINE. DON'T TOUCH."
I stared up at him. "Why are you growling at your brother?"
He looked down at me and, for a moment, the possessive look remained, but he gained control of himself and released me. "Sorry, Goten."
"Don't apologize! It's weak! You were marking your territory for other troublesome males! Apologizing after that means you're weak and don't deserve the girl!"
I almost said something, but kept my mouth shut, realizing that I was not going to be able to understand this.
"Enough of your mush. Story, I want to train with you. Now. Gohan, you know where the old spot is. Bring her by in twenty minutes--no less than that--and we'll see just how tough your new mate is." Piccolo took off, but not before I noticed the slight blush.
Chichi was staring at me, a slight smile on her face. "Can I ask a question?"
"You just did," Gohan said.
I smacked him--which made Chichi's smile grow--and said, "Be quiet! Yes, Chichi, of course."
"Is there going to be a new grandchild?"
Just that simple question. Just that small, innocent question, and I was blushing as red as blood.
Gohan laughed. "And you told me to be quiet. There might be, mom."
Chichi beamed. "Good. I hope she raises her child better than that awful Videl!"
Goku frowned at Vegeta. "Guess I owe you, don't I?"
"Why do you owe him, dad?"
"We had a running bet wheth Gohan would bed his mate before the week is up. Seems your self-control was over-estimated by your father." Vegeta held his hand out.
Goku gave him ten dollars. "Couldn't have waited until the week was up, could you?"
Gohan smiled sheepishly and I tugged on his arm, blushing. "Piccolo's waiting."
"Yeah, we've got to go. See yah!" Gohan and I took off flying--I had previously let my wings out and Gohan had been kind enough to slit the back of my shirt so they could get out. We flew for a few minutes and, when we reached the islands, Piccolo was meditating near a cliff's edge.
His ear twitched when we landed and he stood up. "It's about time. You're two minutes away from being late." He turned to face us. "Are you ready, Story?"