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Chapter contributed by : lynnwood84

::Chapter 13::

Kale and Marron

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Kale touched down several hundred miles away from the tiny island twenty or
so minutes later. He set the girl down on her own feet and tensed as she backed
several steps away, staring at him with wide and uncertain eyes. She shoved her
pleasantly disheveled and wind-blown, honey-colored hair back behind both ears
as he watched, a nervous motion he guessed. Then she gulped and, trembling
visibly, she crossed her arms beneath her breasts and clamped down onto them in
a white-knuckled death grip.
Kale inwardly sighed. He wasn't in the mood to take by force this night. He
supposed he was just going to have to calm her down before he made any moves.
The Saiyan turned away from the female slightly and gazed out at the scenery
he'd brought them to. There was a huge cliff-side near-by, an enormous
waterfall crashing down into an equally large crystalline pool below. The
greenery was abundant, offset by various colored flowers and such.
"How old are you?" he suddenly questioned, making his voice pitch
softer than usual, more gentle. He heard her gulp, then,
"S-sev-seventeen," she finally stumbled, voice squeaky and clearly
terrified. Kale nodded to himself. Two years younger than he . . . if one
discounted the forty-six years he'd been trapped inside his capsule in space.
That wasn't bad. He hesitated for a moment longer, then,
"Why did you come with me, Marron? Why did you stop your mother?"
For some odd reason, the answer to this question meant a great deal to him. He
didn't particularly know why, and didn't dwell on wondering about it for very
long, instead turning back to pin the female to the spot with his dark stare.
She fidgeted, lifting a pale shoulder in a shrug.
"I-I don't know . . . really. I just . . . ."
"Just what?" Kale persisted, and she finally sighed, letting her
arms drop to her sides as she whirled away from him a little.
"It's just that my whole life I've never done ANYTHING even remotely
dangerous," she announced in a rush, scowling faintly. "Marron Roshi,
always the good and proper girl, always doing everything by the book." She
sighed, her head tilting down to the ground as her icy blue eyes closed.
"I just wanted to do something crazy for once." Then she straightened
and turned to look at him, some of the fear coming back to her gaze. "But
being raped by a Saiyan wasn't exactly what I had in mind!"
Kale snorted. "Whatever happens between us this night, rape will not be
involved in it. To have a rape you have to have an unwilling party."
"That would be me," Marron inserted stubbornly. She tensed though
as Kale approached, nearly touching her but not quite, looking down at her with
those intense black eyes of his.
Tonight Kale looked nearly human, dressed in a tight black pair of jeans and
a dark maroon, sleeveless half jacket like the sort Vegeta was prone to
wearing, but with no shirt on underneath it. He looked to be a very well-built,
VERY good looking human . . . save for the brown tail waving gently behind his
legs and his massive size. Standing toe-to-toe, her golden head barely reached
his shoulder, let alone topped it.
"Is it?" he finally murmured of her previous statement, in a voice
that made her want to shiver. His expression remained calm even as she saw a
spark of faint humor in his dark gaze. "You cannot lie to a Saiyan of such
things, little one, I can smell your heat."
Marron gasped, feeling her cheeks flood with warm color. "Excuse
you!" she snapped. "That's really rude!"
"And who is this speaking now? Marron the good and proper girl, always
doing everything by the book . . ." Kale reached up, his fingers lacing
deep into the soft hair at the side of her face, his eyes never leaving hers as
he continued with, "or the Marron who wants to do something crazy for once
in her life?"
"But---,"
"Sh-h," he gently hushed her, placing the fingertips of his other
hand against her lips. "I can give you what you're craving, Marron. One
night of excitement, one night of passion. One night of pleasure the likes of
which you've never even dreamed of." He smirked a little at her fiery
blush, but continued. "I will ask nothing of you past this night, little
one. There will be no strings attached, no obligations to fill. Once the sun
tops that bluff on the morrow, everything will go back to the way it was."
And with that he bent to her, slow and cautious still, waiting for Marron to
protest. When she didn't, he finally let his mouth settle over hers. Marron
only squeaked slightly, her hands coming up to brace slightly against his huge
shoulders, reflexive and uncertain. He kissed her slow and gently at first,
until Marron finally relaxed a bit, her frame loosening considerably and her
eyes drifting shut of their own accord.
Then Kale suddenly took things a step further, one muscled arm curling hard
around her tiny back and pulling her closer before he dipped down and increased
the pressure to her mouth considerably. Marron's eyes squinted and she sucked
in a sharp breath through her nostrils as she felt the tip of his tongue probe
her lips, begging entrance.
Could she do this? Could she really just let go, just like that? Just for
one night could she really just stop being the prim and proper little girl and
become the sensuous, sexy woman that this huge Saiyan warrior was suddenly
making her feel like? . . . she could try. Marron let her jaws part for him,
her arms hesitantly creeping up higher until her hands curled slightly into his
thick and shaggy . . . surprisingly soft mane of hair. Kale didn't disappoint
her, letting his tongue slip deep into her wet heat, briefly tangling with her
own before withdrawing again, only to repeat the process all over again.
Marron let herself be carried away into the pleasant sensations now rolling
throughout her body, forgetting about who or where or what, setting aside the
consequences of tomorrow. For now, tomorrow didn't exist. Only the here and now
existed for either of them, only this mattered.
Kale continued to kiss her into a hazed stupor, gently backing her up and
then laying her down onto something soft and cushy. When he suddenly released
her lips to begin kissing at her neck and throat, Marron opened her eyes long
enough to see that he'd laid her out onto a huge bed of sponge moss. Marron
didn't get a chance to be surprised or even faintly offended by this new turn,
for Kale was suddenly undoing the tiny buttons down the front of her nightgown
and kissing each inch of bared flesh he came to. Such things were MUCH more
pleasant to concentrate on than the potential creatures that could be sharing
her impromptu moss bed.
Once Kale had undone the last of the buttons, which were right above her
navel, he gently pushed the thin garment aside and down her shoulders, bearing
her torso. Marron felt her cheeks flame again, chagrined, as he stared for a
moment. Then he bent and began kissing her skin again, nearing the destination
of one of her breasts.
He nuzzled her at first and Marron tensed with uncertainty and doubt. Her
nipple hardened to a little nub almost instantaneously because of his caressing
action, which seemed to be the end he wanted met. For the next thing Marron
knew, Kale had drawn her into his mouth.
She gasped, first in shock and then in pure wonder. Her fingers clenched
tight into his hair as Kale evidently began to suckle her, her hands
unthinkingly holding his head down toward her. Marron hadn't the faintest
notion of what he was doing, but whatever it was, the things he did to her with
his teeth and tongue were sending the most wonderful stabs of pleasure coursing
throughout her whole body, also causing the place between her legs to begin to
throb and sting faintly with a nearly painful ache. Her keening mewl broke the
silence as he sucked hard, and on instinct Marron arced her back, presenting
herself more fully to him.
Kale obligingly continued his delightfully incredible work, then licked a
path to her other breast and treated it to the same. Marron was nearly lost
into the maelstrom by the time Kale finally raised up again. He kissed her once
more, swiftly, as he proceeded to pull her gown completely off of her body,
discarding it to the side. Marron just closed her eyes, allowing herself to
only feel, wanting to let go.
But her eyes would soon fly wide open again in absolute shock as she felt
one of Kale's hands delve between her thighs to touch her intimately. Marron
inhaled sharply, half rising off the ground, her knees attempting to come
together to stop him. Kale gently held her down, mouth brushing against the
hollow of her throat, his warm breath teasing her sensitized flesh as he calmly
but firmly forced her thighs apart again. Marron jerked as she felt one of his
fingers ease readily inside her, completely uncomfortable with this new and
unfamiliar intrusion.
Marron writhed beneath Kale as he let his finger thrust in and out of her,
pleading huskily for him to stop. The ache between her legs was fiercely
becoming more and more evident and demanding and nearly unbearable. Sweat
glistened along Marron's face, arms and neck as she tossed and turned in the
moss, tiny fists clenching desperately into greenery. She couldn't seem to
catch her breath, air coming to and leaving her lungs in swift, stabbing pants.
And then, though the exact point in time which it began was hazy, Marron was
suddenly begging for Kale to NEVER stop, the strong and digging waves of
pleasurable sensations shuddering through her whole body feeling too
deliciously good. Her intense enjoyment was coupled with a confused
frustration, though, as she strove to reach some foreign point.
Kale, almost as if sensing her plight, kissed her brow tenderly. "Let
it come, Marron," he whispered gruffly. "Don't fight it."
Marron almost sobbed with frustration. Kale only murmured soft words of
encouragement, fingers delving especially deep, the ball of his thumb finding
and rubbing against the very swollen little nubbin of flesh where all her
sensation centered. Marron's neck craned back, her teeth gritting together and
eyes squeezing. Dende, it almost hurt . . .
She tried to tell him that she wasn't fighting anything but Marron couldn't
form any words past the fervid fog that clouded her rational mind. She arced
beneath him instead, whimpering his name, both the tone of her voice and the
look in her darkened blue eyes begging for what she didn't know how to ask for.
With a stifled groan Kale withdrew from her suddenly, then shirked his
clothes in the blink of an eye. Marron had no chance to be embarrassed. An
instant later Kale was poised above her, spreading her thighs even wider to
admit him. One swift intake of breath and then he thrust his manhood deep
inside.
There was a faint, tearing sensation, followed by a swift and stabbing pain
which made her body lock up and she cried out slightly with the hurt. Kale
stilled immediately, bending down to her as his tail suddenly curled it's way
tight around one of her thighs in a strangely comforting embrace. He growled a
haze of soothing words, lips brushing gently against her brow, cheeks and neck
all the while, trying to redivert her attention away from the pain below.
Moments later Marron could feel no more discomfort, only a strange sensation of
being stretched and filled . . . completed. Impatient, she found herself
wriggling slightly to try and get Kale to get on with it.
But as soon as she moved an electrified flood of intense pleasure fluctuated
all the way into her very bones. Marron froze with a sharp gasp, eyes widening
to their limits. Her startled eyes searched Kale's face frantically and found a
deep grin and a teasing amusement.
"Did you do that?" she whispered hurriedly, awed. Kale chuckled
darkly, shaking his head.
"No Marron," he murmured. "You did that. I did THIS."
Marron's back arched clear off the bed as Kale very slowly pulled out, then
pushed back inside of her, a startled, ardent cry escaping her chest. With her
head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut and nails biting hard into his
sweat-dampened shoulders, Marron sucked in a long breath through her nostrils
and waited tremblingly for him to still. She collapsed back onto the bed of
moss again, panting, when he did. She could only stare up at him, completely
blown away. Kale just grinned down at her for a moment, then bent to kiss her
roughly.
"Prepare yourself Marron," he admonished in that deep,
velvet-rough voice of his. "You're about to receive the ride of your
life."
And she did, too.
Marron clung to Kale desperately, only half-aware of what was going on, so
immersed into the incredibly strong sensations that now spiraled dizzily within
her, she couldn't have said how long the blissful torture really lasted. To
her, it seemed like an eternity. With each thrust Kale brought Marron that much
closer to that seemingly unattainable peak, pushed her that much closer to the
edge of oblivion. Instinct took over and Marron's hips began to eagerly rise up
to meet him, match him. And then, finally, everything inside of her, the
pleasure and the frustration, seemed to explode. Marron jerked taut and cried
out as she tumbled head first into a sweet nirvana.
Kale tensed shortly after and with a cry of his own, emptied himself in his
own drugging release.
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Kale and Marron