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Moonlight	By : Maddiesan Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 5737 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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A/N: Look at that, another update.

Moonlight

Chapter 13: Tipping Point
His head was tossed back, his forearms quivering while they foolishly attempted to keep him steady and propped up. He barely dared to glance down at the delicious sight between his legs but when he did all he could see was her blue hair fawning around her as she bobbed up and down his hard cock. Her luscious red lips were wrapped around him, tightening, sucking him until his length was twitching. Every time she dragged her lips down it was as though she was wringing him from the inside. He wanted more and he wanted less. He did not know what he wanted. His breathing was harsh, in small breathes, as he kept his hands away from her.
If he touched her, he would push himself deep inside of her delicious mouth.
A shiver of pleasure twitched through him when her tiny hand wrapped around the base of his cock, squeezing him tight. She began pumping him, her hand torturously sliding up and down while her mouth worked the head of his cock. She popped her lips around him, and then, her tongue ventured out of her mouth to lap around it. She traced the length of him, teeth teasing to graze but never doing it. He clenched his jaw, trying to keep his slipping self-control in check. Then, as if all of that was not enough, the little mix put him back in her mouth, a smirk gracing her lips, and she sucked, her cheeks sinking in as she did so.
This was hell. Or heaven. He was not sure anymore. He knew one thing though; he was dead.
Suddenly, she took more and more of him in her mouth, the tip of his erection hitting the back of her throat. At that moment he knew, he lost it. He sat himself up and finally allowed his hands to have completely freedom. There was no more holding back. He roamed them through her aqua locks, tangling them around his fingers. He tugged softly, showing his desire through his actions, while she kept him in her mouth and then his entire body stiffened. Already he was pulsing in her mouth and she fucking knew it. He wanted to empty himself inside of her but she was killing him, teasing him with a slow speed that prevented him from reaching climax.
His hands cradled the back of her head and he finally reached his tipping point; he decided to control her speed. He pushed her head towards him, forcing himself deeper inside of her mouth. She never gagged. Instead, she prolonged his agony as she kept on taking more of him. His eyes rolled while he rapidly directed her head and forced her to increase her speed. The wetness of her mouth surrounded him, spilling out upon his thighs but he did not give a shit. Her hand kept on moving up and down, taking care of what her lips could not. As if her mouth was not enough. As if he could not coat the walls of her throat right this second.
She squeezed him, trapping him in her mouth and her movements became rougher while he groaned in pleasure. She lifted her free hand and rested it against his knee, squeezing it as a wetness spread between her legs; he could smell it. Then, she began to push back against the pressure he was applying against her head and slowed down her pace. She was taunting him, seeing how far she could push him before she broke. He tried to get her rhythm back but she was strong, something that often slipped his mind, and she managed to fight it back. His arms shook, his thighs clenched and he became desperate for his release.
"B-"
He was so close that he could not speak. If he let himself get distracted for a second it might all fall apart.
She managed to slip him out of her mouth and the cold air wrapped around his length which was more of a tease than anything else. Oh god, he was going to die. She could not stop now, not yet. He was so close, too close. He was willing to beg. But then, she began licked, nibbling and leaving trails of kisses along the edge of his cock. No, no. Not that. That was not it. This was torture, this was pulling him back when he was right there. Why was she doing this to him? But he could not stop her. The simple feel of her was enough to drive him insane. He felt like he had waited forever for this and that finally he was basking in her warmth.
His train of thoughts was interrupted when she put her delicious soft lips back around his cock. Again, she took as much of him as she could and then began sliding him in and out. The slow speed was gone. Now, everything became an unbearable numbness and he gripped at the sheets, finally releasing her blue locks from his hold. He let himself drop to the bed, his sweaty back gluing to the sheets. One more second, one more second and he would come undone in her mouth.
A rush of heat traveled through him, pulsing him alive and it happened. He reached his peak while she held him captured in her mouth, lips tightly secured around him.
FUCK!
Goten sat up in his bed, sweat dripping down the side of his face while his back was completely drenched int it. He was breathing hard, his chest heaving and his throat burning, raspy and dry. His cock ached and twitched while he emptied himself on his own light blue sheets. They glued to him but he did not give a shit. Trembling digits pushed back sweaty, dripping black bangs away from his eyes and he closed his eyes in shame. It was the third time this week that he let his mind ventured down such a disgusting road. Every time, it ended this way. He would wake up and soil himself because of something that was figment of his imagination.
He tried to fight this disgusting habit but he could not help it. Every time he closed his eyes, every time he let himself relax just a little bit, his thoughts would drift back to her. He was convinced he had never jerked off or had this many wet dreams in his entire life. The main problem? He was having a hard time distinguishing reality from fiction. Everything felt real; her scent, the feel of her skin. How was he supposed to know he was being fooled by his imagination? On top of that, out of the two of them involved in this great bond, he was the only one inflicted with this problem.
Last time it happened, at his mother's house, she did not experience anything similar while he had been sure his life had turned into a nightmare. He imagined it was the same this time around. Although he did not dare to ask her that. As a matter of fact, he had not seen her since their little incident in the bathroom. How was he supposed to look at her after having all those thoughts? He would never pull it off. Plus, he felt it might be dangerous. What if he lost control of himself? What if he could not distinguish the line between what was and what was not? No, the further he stayed from her, the better.
He could do this, he could pull through this hell.
It was probably his punishment.
If his mother had not interrupted them that day, he did not know what he might have done and that did scare him. He lost control when there was no reason for him to do that. He wanted her - or at least his body did - and maybe his mind too. He was unable to stop having sexual thoughts about her. What did that say about him? At first, he did try to fight them and now, he let them take over. It was too exhausting to fight them and the end result was always the same regardless of what he did. Although those thoughts were wrong and very dangerous, they did release a pressure and need he did not even know he had. He needed this.
Especially since he was not around her, not seeing her.
They did figure out that when they stayed apart, it was never good for either of them. Perhaps it was why it was becoming more and more intense? Perhaps he had to see her. Although there was no way he could survive this meeting. What if he was too forward? What if he had this intense need to make it all happened? No. Until he calmed down, he would stay away from Bura for both their sakes. Even if it killed him, even if it made it all worse. At least she was not trying to contact him. No call, no text, no showing up at his house uninvited.
That was good right?
Her voice might be too much for him to bear.
Goten let himself drop back on his bed, the sheets following him. He needed to do laundry. Again. It was a good thing he decided to sleep naked. He sighed and turned to his side, noticing that he was not completely flaccid. Great. Not only did he need to do laundry but he also needed to take a cold shower. When had his life become such a nightmare? And when would it end?

-M-
Her nails were digging into the wooden headboard behind her, clawing at it, while her other hand was busy venturing downwards. Two digits were plunging in and out of her heat while she let out the quietest whimpers of pleasure. She had to be quiet - the house was full and she did not need uninvited ears to pick up on what was happening in her bedroom. Unfortunately, what started out as a plan to lure him in backed fire on her. It was not about him, it was about her. She needed this. All the time. She tried to space the little sessions, take a break in between, but her body would not let her. Every day, it begged for him and she answered the call.
She thought he would crack under the pressure after a few days but she was wrong, oh so very wrong. Instead, he dragged this out forever. He did not even come lurking around or anything. Instead, he stayed locked into his apartment and let her suffer on her own. Well, she did not know if he stayed home but she imagined he did. Unless he wanted a repeat of the embarrassment he endured while at his mother's. These little private moments were so frequent that they was no doubt in her mind that he locked himself away from civilization. She even stopped trying to time them. She did not want to embarrass him but this was no longer only about him.
Bura curled her fingers inside of her dripping womanhood and her toes curled with each movement of her finger. She could picture it vividly; his strong arms snaking around her waist, lifting her up, while his mouth was everywhere; sucking at her breasts, kissing his way down to her wetness... The dreams were not enough anymore; she craved the real thing. She barely got a taste of it before it was cruelly snatched away from her and for the first time she experienced the frustration of it all. This was a bad idea. She might need this more than he did. How did it turn out like this? That was not what she had in mind when she began this.
She needed him to come to her, she needed him to get down on his knees and beg.
Why was he not begging?
Bura closed her eyes and let the fantasy take over again. It was not her fingers inside of her; it was his tongue...
Her legs were hooked over his shoulders, his hair tickling the inside of her thighs while he devoured her like she was his meal and he was starving. His tongue was plunged deep inside, twirling in her core while he lapped at everything she had to give him. Every drop of honey was his. One of his hands was teasing her while he used his thumb to apply pressure on her clit. He made circles with his finger, sending jolts of pleasure up her body. It throbbed under his ministrations while his tongue sent her over the edge. His other hand was holding on to her rear, moving her, shifting her position so that she was exactly how he wanted her. He made sure to give himself all the access so that he could go even deeper and get her back from all the teasing she did to him.
More, more, more but it was not enough.
"You're beautiful," he whispered against her, his breathe teasing her.
She clenched her legs around his neck while arching her back, trying to relive some of the pressure that was building inside of her chest. He understood exactly what she was trying to do and he was not about to let her get away with it, forcing him to delve back into her sweet juices. She trashed her body around in the sheets, wanting to pull him closer and push him far away at the same time. She ran her fingers through her own hair, as the need inside of her built up. She ended up simply tugging at her bed sheets. It was too much for her to handle but she did not want him to stop - she needed more. She needed something bigger than his tongue. She needed him inside of her. Why did he torture her like this?
If she wanted this to go further, there was only one way to go about it; she had to take control. Bura inhaled deeply before roaming her hands down her own body, all the way to his sturdy shoulders. She gathered all the self-control she had left and pushed him off violently. He ended up at the end of the bed while her legs fell into the emptiness. He looked at her with confusion shining in his onyx eyes. She did not reply to him. Instead, she propped herself unto her knees and inched towards him, her ass winging in the air. He remained still like a statue, watching her like a predator would its prey. Oh yes, she wanted to be his prey. Although, right now, she wanted to be the one stalking him. She wanted him to worship her.
Once she was in front of him, she pushed him down on his back. His head hung off the bed but neither seemed to care; his eyes were too focused on her and she was captivated by her goal. She climbed over his naked body, her dripping core sliding across his hard length. He groaned and she smirked in satisfaction. She reached for his warm cock and clenched her thighs around his legs to lift herself up. Once her hand was carefully holding his dick, she positioned it at her entrance, brushing it against her outer lips to drag out to agony. It was payback time and she would not be kind to him. He held his breathe, mesmerized by the sight of her, and he watched while she lowered herself unto him.
She moaned while his cock made its way inside of her and then she planted her palms on his chest, nails scratching his skin, leaving red marks behind. She slowly began to ride him, getting used to the new found sensation. He rolled his eyes and lifted his hands so that he could hold on to her hips. This new angle was about to kill him. He did his best to still her, stop her movements for a while, but as per usual, she did not listen to him. Instead, she began to roll her hips, picking up her pace. Her ass was smacking down against him each time she lowered herself and he was forced to bite his lip.
This was too much, this was too loud.
If someone walked in - he was a goner.
But then, she grabbed his wrists and detached his hands from her hips. And he let her - because he was weak for her, weak for her touch. In that moment he could do anything for her. She moved his hands upwards until they were near her breasts. He opened them wide and let her pushed them against her tempting, large mounds. He groped at her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples by twisting them, bringing her pain laced with pleasure. She wanted him to be rough with her, just like he had been during that first night. He had tossed her around like a rag doll, worshiping her body like she was his queen. She wanted that again.
This time, she was in charge, but it did not mean she did not crave his dominance. This was payback for breaking her heart and toying with her as though she meant nothing. She wanted him to be teased, to suffer through her ministrations. And then perhaps he would understand. Though, he did seem to enjoy it. She lowered herself with one big smack, lodging him far inside of her while tightened herself around his cock. Hands dug at her breasts, almost painfully squeezing them. She allowed her own hands to roam along his chest, feeling the ripples of his muscles beneath her fingertips.
"Bura."
But that was not his voice.
"Bura, honey?"
And then, the fantasy was shattered. Bura was pulled from her thoughts and she let her hand dropped lifelessly to her side; she did not reach completion.
"WHAT?" It came out more annoyed than she intended but could she really be blamed for that? She was hot with her body demanding release and her mother interrupted her.
She sat up in her bed, trying to collect herself before continuing this conversation with her mother.
"Can I come in?"
Bura tried to smooth down her messy hair and wiped the sweat off of her forehead. She fixed the out of place blankets that laid across her bed and then searched the room for any evidence of what took place. How could there be any evidence? She was the only one in there. It seemed fine, right? Though it was a good thing it was her mother and not her father or her brother; she would not be able to hide those scents from them. At least her mother's human nose could be fooled. Then again, she was not completely convinced that her mother's brain could be fooled. She exhaled deeply, hoping her cheeks were not too red.
"Yeah."
The door quietly opened and Bulma peeked her head inside. Everything was darkness which made her arch an eyebrow. "Where you sleeping?" It was almost three in the afternoon and her perfectly healthy half-saiyan daughter was sleeping? This did not help ease her worries.
"Sorta." It was as close to the truth as she would ever get. Plus, day dreaming kind of counted as sleeping right? She did come out of a very vivid dream.
It counted as a dream. Plus it was the only explanation she had for what was happening. It remained unexplained how all of this bond worked and she would not go to her father for specific details. She still did not know for sure how much of this Goten felt or saw but she knew from her first experiment that it was enough for him to be embarrassed. Hopefully it was as bad for him as it was for her. If not, the only person she was torturing at the moment was herself. Even now, she wished her mother would simply leave so that she may return to her little fantasy. How had she fallen so far? Why was this addicting? It should not be. It was not the first time around…
Bulma sighed heavily before letting her hand roam against the wall until she found the light switch. She saw Bura wince and shield her eyes briefly while the light illuminated the room. She forgot how bright it could get. Bulma took advantage of the momentary distraction and slipped herself further into the bedroom without her daughter being able to object. She took her usual seat the end of Bura's bed and observed her daughter's face carefully. Her eyes were shiny, her cheeks were slightly red...did she cry? Maybe throw a fit? This might be worse than she originally thought. Her daughter was not one to shed tears easily.
After the initial conversation about how to get to Goten, she did not hear anything back. She should have gone after the boy with everything she had. Instead, her usually stubborn and resolved daughter chose to lock herself up in her bedroom. She sometimes caught a glimpse of her when she ran downstairs to grab some food but that was it. Did she indeed try something and it backfired? No, she would have told her would she have not? They shared a lot about this. She knew this situation was complicated and perhaps a bit too much to handle for her sixteen years old daughter... and she did not want her to lock herself away.
She needed to talk about this.
"Honey, I'm worried."
"Worried about what?"
"You! You were so full of energy, convinced you could do this and now... you stay locked up in your bedroom all the time... it's always dark. You're even avoiding your brother and your father."
Yes, that was because she did not want them to smell the remnants of her orgasm on her. It had nothing to do with avoiding them. Her father knew about it but it did not mean she wanted him to actually know about it. And her brother it was best if he was left in the dark about this whole mess. She had ruined his friendship with Goten enough as it was. Plus, it would also completely ruin their relationship as siblings. They were not always very close but... It did not mean she wanted to traumatize him - and she did not want her brother to know about her sex life. He knew too much already.
"I'm not avoiding anyone."
"Then what are you doing?"
"Look, mom. I'm fine. Don't worry about me because I know what I'm doing." Not really but - she knew it was going to work eventually. Goten just needed to get over all his guilt and man up. Then, everything would fall back into place.
"Doesn't look that way to me." Did her daughter take her for an idiot? Bulma could tell she was hiding something. If only she could figure out what it was...
"Mom, please. I think I can handle this myself."
"Come out of your room."
"What?"
"You say that you're fine. Then prove it. Start acting like your normal self again instead of some hermit. Goten is not worth you sacrificing yourself."
Her mother had it so wrong that she had to held back a laugh. If it was not that mortifying, she might have shared it with her but her lips were going to remain seal.
"Fine." Somehow, she would make it work. Her father and brother had a pretty routine schedule; it should be easy enough to avoid them.
"Alright," Bulma replied with a sigh. She did not enjoy being a bossy mom but she refused to let her daughter do that to herself. She needed to find a normal life again - despite how unusual the current situation was.
She gently squeezed her daughter's leg with her hand and then slowly lifted herself off the bed. "You know you can tell me anything right?"
Nope. Not everything.
"Yes, mom," she replied, slightly annoyed.
Bulma narrowed her eyes but kept walking straight. She made sure to leave the light on as she exited the room, closing the door behind her. At least she would not spend the rest of her afternoon locked up in the dark. It was a small improvement. Until then, she would have to figure out what her daughter was hiding from her. Perhaps her husband could shed a bit of light on the matter? As soon as Bura heard the door click closed, she slid down to lay in her bed. The light was ruining it for her but still - she was so teased and ready to burst that perhaps there was hope.
She closed her eyes, letting herself drift back to her dream world.

-M-
Death.
He wanted to die and he needed it to happen now. He was convinced that death was kinder than whatever was happening to him. This was hell on earth, this was a torture invented to drive him absolutely insane. There were no other answer. Someone up there hated him and it was showing. His eyes were tightly closed, the skin bunching around his eyes as though he had wrinkles. His hand? His hand was wrapped around his cock, again, while he jerked himself off. It never stopped. Morning, nights. Sometimes afternoon. No matter where he was or what he did, it would strike him like lightning.
He could not even go out in public anymore. What if it happened around people? Once was enough.
Though it was not as if anyone noticed his disappearance. His mother did call, but she was not surprised by his lack of visit. Plus, she was not that pleased with him lately and did not even visit herself. It was best that way; he did not need another lecture from her. One was more than enough. His brother was not talking to him either… and Trunks? Trunks did not call because apparently they were not fucking friends and years of friendship did not mean shit. Even though none of this was his actual fault. Although Trunks, his brother and his mother were about the last people he wanted to talk about while giving himself a hand job.
On his mind there was only one person; Bura.
He feared he might have become obsessed with her and in a very dark, twisted way. No, he could not let himself think this way. Clearly this was not all him; the bond was playing some sort of trick on him. Was it because he fought to keep himself a decent man? Being with her was wrong and yet his body had thrown all reason out of the window and he was screwed for life. He had spent the last two weeks acting like a horny teenager. That was not a normal behaviour and he was not a kid anymore. He should have some self control. Actually, he was not even that bad as a teenager.
The worst part? He did not think it would ever stop.
He would be living this nightmare forever.
Unless...
He knew what the unless was, the other option; her. The real thing. His body was calling out to hers and he was a desperate puppet. It was to the point where this was killing him. There was a constant pressure in his chest, a fog in his head and he carried a painful weight around with him. If feared that if he did not give into the sinful, carnal desire of his body he would not make it. It might actually kill him if he did not obtain some sort of permanent release. Even his mind was poisoned, unable to focus on anything but thoughts of her. How was he going to survive this?
How could he forgive himself if he did the unthinkable with her?
His entire sanity boiled down to his morale. Could he live with himself if he slept with her again? Completely willingly? Their past actions were already eating him alive and he would never be able to forget about it. If he let himself taste her... would he come back from it? And most of all, would he stop after one time? These fantasies had his blood boiling. No, he could not let himself go there. That was a dark place that he needed to avoid at all cost. Even if this constant jerking off was slowly driving him into insanity. It was better than the other option… right?
Perhaps his body was trying to tell him something? Something other than to fuck her senseless?
Was it their time apart? Did it all begin because he kissed her? No, no it happened before that. Then again, he had kissed her outside the club... would he be able to figure this out on his own?
Shame filled his body while intense images filled his mind. His thoughts were completely interrupted as a wave of lust traveled through his body, forcing his release out. It spurt out of him, landing on the carpet along with his hand. He let out of a sigh as his hand dropped to his side. He could not do this again. He could not have this happen to him. The skin of his cock was chaffed from all the hand jobs he had given himself over the past weeks.
He would not survive this.
But the real question was could he face Bura after he spent weeks fantasizing about her?
He was not quite sure.
Goten glanced down at his penis, only to see it was still twitching with life, probably just waiting to get back up. He smacked his hands against his face, hoping that it was all a bad dream. Apparently his body made the decision for him; he had to talk with Bura.

-M-
Her head rested carefully against the pillows spread across her bed while her entire body was wrapped around the blankets. She did as her mother asked; she spent a part of the day downstairs, watching some TV and pretending to socialize on the phone. She had to admit, it was harder than she thought it would be. Though, she did manage to successfully avoid her brother and her father. At least she was grateful for that. Hours were wasted, her mother was off her back and everything was back on track. Though it was going to require a few more days like that before her mother actually believed her about this whole thing.
Now that the night had fallen, she was back in her bedroom and her fingers were already itching to travel downwards. Nobody warned her she would become addicted. Though until she could have the real thing, this was about as good as it would get for her. Who knew his will would be this difficult to break? She had to give him credit, he really held on to his beliefs. She did not know if she admired him for it, or if he pissed her off even more. Honestly, she never had to fight this hard for a man's attention. Was she that disgusting that he absolutely could not let himself fall? He was not a fucking god.
Knock.
She sat up in her bed in a flash and inspected her surroundings. That knock did not come from the door it was… from her window. Her heart raced for a second and she untangled herself from her sheets. She hopped on her feet and headed slowly towards the window. She gripped at her pink curtains and pushed them out of the way. She found exactly who she expected; Goten. How did she not sense him? He was there, hovering above her little balcony and completely avoiding her gaze. This was the moment she had been waiting for. Though, she was a bit scared. None of this went as she expected. What if he only came to push her away forever?
There was a slight tremble of her fingers as she finally opened the window. Finally he landed and he glanced at her.
"What do you want?" she asked as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.
Except during the little fantasies, she had not seen him ever since his mother forced him off of her. She thought she would be angry but unfortunately for her, all the need and emotions she had felt for him during those past weeks came rushing back to her. Already a wetness spread between her legs and she wanted to curse him out loud. She needed to keep her head strong and she could not let her weakness show or he might use it against her. She took a deep breathe, trying to chase out any thoughts of lust.
But, as soon as he took a step in her direction, he was hit by a wave of spiciness and he knew he was doomed. It was not supposed to be like this.
His body shook and he knew it then. "I'm sorry."
She arched an eyebrow. "Sorry for what?"
And then, his lips came crashing against hers.

-M-
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