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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
- 13
- 14
- 15
A/N: School started up again and honestly with working full time and school full time- I've just been exhausted. I'm just trying to find my update schedule again. I hope next updates will come easier.

Moonlight

Chapter 14: Final Push
Her breath was taken away while his arms kept her body locked against his with no way of escaping. Her heart raced while her mind tried to make sense of what his actions meant. He kept denying her and he paid the price. She thought he might seek her out to obtain a sort of relief from the hell she put him through, but she never thought it might end up like this. There was no moon, no excuse, no outside influence he could blame this on. If he actually did this, there was no way out for him. Had she truly driven him to that point? The point where he no longer cared about her age, who her brother was... could it be?
Skillful hands distracted from her thoughts as he weaved his fingers through her hair, tugging on her blue mane. She melted against his chest, her head tilting back and giving him a nice view of her pale, smooth, throat. His lips descended from her mouth to the pulse point in her neck and he nibbled. She voiced her pleasure with quiet moans, ones she could not control. She had teased her body along with his and her own will was weak. She was tensed, her body under so much pressure that it was ready to break under his touch. She wanted his fingers to trail down her flesh, touch every part of her until she was numbed out from the need.
Adventurous lips found the top of her large breasts, and his tongue traced the line of her cleavage. His mind screamed at him, but his body roared with desire - and it won. Every second he was not touching her was torture. He had kept himself away for so long that now he was unable to stop. The teasing made stopping impossible. His heart swelled and there was no room for guilt, only lust. His body cried for hers and she was answering the call. The moment he crashed his lips on hers he readied himself for a slap or a push - but nothing came. Now her fragile, delicate hands were roaming down his shoulders, squeezing the flesh. He wanted to be naked and against her bare skin.
Whenever he was around her, he was different and he lost himself. His saiyan side only came out during battles, honing his skills and giving him the battle advantages he required. He never let it out, he never even felt his primal instincts during his daily life. It all changed that night. When she was around, when he needed her, he became different as though he answered to a different set of rules. It was a rush of power, clouding his mind. He could see it become addicting. She could become addicting. There laid the danger. What if he gave in and could not come back?
As his lips traveled to her breasts, she felt the distraction coming from him. His level of intensity lowered, his hands were not as demanding and his lips did not cover as much distance. Doubts - always. He had to let go of his idea of right and wrong. She could not be the only one suffering, she could not be the only one who understood there was nothing wrong with this. It happened because she was ready. It all began that one night because it was right. If it had not been, that night would have been like every other boring night and she would have remained in her own bed. They were humans and they could not completely abide by the same set of rules as them.
She forcefully grabbed his face with her hands and lifted his head up. His eyes met her and for a second she was afraid she snapped him out of his trance. Oh no, he could not touch her like this and walk away. She was wrung so tight she might explode if she did not finally obtain the sweet relief she sought out. His eyes darted around, searching her face for an answer she was not giving him.
"B-"
"Shut up." He did not talk earlier and now was not the time to talk.
And then she smacked her lips on his, never giving him another chance to speak. She did not want him to speak or think. She did not spend all that time, torturing herself for nothing. She needed this; the thought of not getting it brought tears to her eyes. If she let him guide the speed, this would effectively lead nowhere. She needed to be in charge in a way he was too afraid to be. Bura grabbed the edge of his white t-shirt and began lifting it; he offered no resistance. He raised his arms above his head, allowing her to remove it completely. She tossed it on the ground beside them and then, wrapped her tiny arms around his large frame. She used her hold to tilt them backward, expecting him to stop the fall and he did. He used his arms to stop her incoming collision with the ground and then slowly lowered her the rest of the way.
The bed was too far, fuck the bed.
His skin was warm covered in a fine layer of sweat that forced her shirt to cling to his skin. Her fingers trailed down his back, feeling the muscles bulged every time he moved. He arched his back, pressing his pelvic into hers. For the first time, she was finally able to feel just how much he needed her. It pressed against her core, the wetness damping through her pyjamas. She thrusted her hips back, feeling the hardness of him resist back. Automatically, her legs wrapped up around his waist, forcing the object of her need to remain close by. She kept going with her little thrusts, hoping to blind his mind to everything else.
And it worked.
Her scent became his world and no other thoughts were coherent. He remembered how tight she was, how she could clamp up around his erect cock and trap him inside of her sweetness. The spike of spiciness and vanilla twirling in the air brought back all the memories and his erection twitched. His jeans had to fucking go. Although, first, her shirt had to go. He was tired of feeling the fabric slide up and down his naked chest. Hands forcefully gripped the flimsy fabric of her shirt and nearly tore it as he rushed to get it off. Immediately, it bore her bare breasts to his sight and he groaned while he leaned in.
Cold air circled her naked breasts and her nipples hardened. Her chest rose, air filling and expanding her lungs, and before it could lower back down, his mouth latched on to her right nipple. He sucked on it, tugging the breast up before circling with his tongue. She moaned loudly, her body twisting beneath his ministrations. His hand quickly found the other mound and he flickered the tip with his finger before rolling it between his thumb and index. She thrusted forward, her action removing her nipple out of his mouth. He did not let that stop him as he lowered his mouth down, peppering a trail of kisses until he reached her navel.
Her skin tasted like heaven; he wanted to lap his tongue across every inch of her until its flavor was memorized in his head forever. His tongue dipped in her bellybutton and his hands held her sides to keep her still. Fingers dug into her flesh, leaving creases as he finally lowered himself and buried his nose in her cloth covered core. His head swirled and he dared to lap through the fabric, tasting her muted flavor. As soon as his tongue began to wet her pyjamas, she wrung her body and pushed herself up, lifting her ass off the ground. He took advantage of the opportunity and slid his hands down to her rear, cupping it with his large hands.
As he kneaded the sensitive flesh, she threw her head back, her eyes closed. This was real. Every few seconds she feared she was in her dream world, the one that tortured her for weeks. Even now, she did not understand why he wanted to tease her; should he not be as teased as she was? She wanted him to rip her clothes off with his teeth and fuck her senseless until she could not remember her own name. It was how their first time together went down. She wanted that experience again. She wanted the world around them to fade until it was just him and her.
She removed her hands from his soft dark locks of hair and lowered them to grab her pyjamas. She pushed them down, trying to inch them off, but his face was in the way. The fabric bundled near his face, but he never moved out of the way. Impatience growled through her, waiting for him to move, but instead he simply moved his face higher up. Her eyes narrowed at him when suddenly, he opened his mouth and grabbed the fabric between his teeth. Just like she had desired, he began removing it, pulling it down with his teeth and she shivered in anticipation. Once he got them down to her knees, he grabbed a fistful of it and tugged until it tore. It snapped against her skin as he discarded it.
He secured himself back between her legs, resisting the urge to dive his tongue inside of her through her white underwear. He promised himself he would not fall into this insanity again. That it was not right. Yet if he did not taste her, he would die. His heart would explode and he would suffocate. Could it truly be as bad as he said it was? He remembered his mother pulling him off, he remembered her yelling. But he could also recall his slow descent into insanity during the past few weeks. Without this, his life was no longer a life. She was a willing participant, they were not hurting anyone.
As her head was tilted back like this, he could see the mark; she was his.
He never considered her - his. She was a mistake, something he should have never done, but she had never been his. His hands touched her first, he stretched her first and he tasted her first. None of that should make her his. It all made him a monster. But then, why did he need it so desperately?
"Please."
Her begging; it was his downfall. Bura Briefs never begged, but she did - for him. She put her pride aside and asked something of him. She had everything and he had nothing yet he was the only one who could fill that hollowness. How could he say no? How could he refuse her now that he had a taste? He could not. Instead, he took a deep breath and lifted himself off of her before putting his hands on his zipper. He undid it slowly, mindful of his pressing erection, and finally freed himself from their constraints. He shook them off his legs and kicked them backward before nestling himself between her legs.
Teasing, constant teasing. She roamed her hands up his thighs, approaching her fingers to his erection. She made it look like she was going to slide her hands up to his stomach, but she did not. Instead, she snuck a hand inside his boxers, wrapping delicate, cold fingers around his thick cock. He hissed as she began pumping him and teasing him, he coldness of her palm sending shivers down his spine. His world was constant doubt and fears, but she was bold and without fear as she grabbed whatever she wanted, regardless of the consequences. She wanted, she took.
He did not.
She free his cock from his boxers, exposing it to the cold air. She used his other hand to grip at his hip bone and then applied force to move him downwards. The element of surprise was her friend; he forgot about her strength. He was used to weaker woman which allowed her to gain the upper hand. She guided him to her covered entrance and then she finally released him. She could not let him doubt, she could not let him walk away from this when he was so close. If she had to take matters into her own hands, so be it. She had done that from the very beginning.
If he pushed, he would bring the fabric along with him. If he moved his crisped hands and moved her underwear out of the way, he could slip in without any trouble. He dreamed of it since the very beginning; it was that need the drove him to her house, that made him kiss her senseless. And now he could have it. Her long legs wrapped around him, forcing him down even more. He remembered the pain, the insanity that slipped into him those past few weeks and he gave in. His fingers moved to her underwear and he tugged them out of the way - and she pushed him the rest of the way in. She stretched around him while he filled her to the brim.
He groaned loudly as he began sliding in and out of her. Meanwhile, Bura was done playing nice; her hands caressed the length of his throat and then, she dragged her nails down his chest, ripping the skin along the way. He hissed as he felt the blood surged to the surface, but it did not stop his motions; instead he picked up his pace. So long, it had been so long. Weeks of torment where he was tortured by dreams of her skin and now he was buried deep inside of her. She clenched her walls around his cock, but he pulled it out and then only smacked back harder. Her whole body shook with each of his thrusts, her ass slamming against the ground.
Except he was dead wrong if he thought this was how it was going down. He crushed her ego, he left her pride shattered into pieces and she intended on taking it back. He would not run; he was too far in. She waited for a second where he was distracted and then, used her hold on his chest to push him down to his back. Again, the effect of surprise worked to her advantage and he laid flat on his back. She smirked as she straddled his legs and began raising her hips, controlling the rhythm. He watched, his eyes opened wide, while she rode him, her large breasts bouncing with each stroke, each movement of her hips.
He had died and gone to heaven.
Her juices spilled out of her, coating her inner thighs along with his. Each time she lowered herself down on him, she smacked her ass on his legs, making sure to bury him deep. This was backfiring; she had teased herself so much she was ready to come. It was too soon; she wanted to torture him, remind him that he needed her. He marked her as his and yet he kept tossing her aside. No more. She forced herself to slow down her speed, no matter how much it killed her, and she dug her nails back into his chest. He glanced up at her, silently begging her to go faster, but she refused to let him win.
"Call me princess."
He had used that word the first time they slept together and then never again. It was always the same words; sister, kid, underage. She did not want those words anymore. She wanted that word he used the first night. She wanted the word that gave her all the power.
For the first time, she snapped him out of the trance he was in. Princess. He knew that word too well; It's okay, Princess, don't hold it, just relax. Come for me, Princess. He used that word. Why did he use that word?
Goten watched her, bent over his body, his cock sheathed inside of her while she tortured him by clenching her inner walls. He wanted more, he needed more. His moral compass was broken at the moment. Her eyes shone despite the darkness of the room and he was swallowed hard by the blueness of her eyes. This was who Bura was - the one who took everything from him. If he let that word slip…
She tilted her head backward, thrusting her breasts forward while she moaned his name quietly. No, no, no, no. He felt himself pulse inside of her and he groaned. He was fucked.
She slammed down hard on him. "Please." It should have been an act of begging, but despite the word she used it was not. It was an order. Everything was red, and lust and the feel of her skin under his fingertips. He dreamed of this moment for weeks. He had needed her forever. His entire world was made up by her. It was as intoxicating as he remembered the first time being. She gave and gave, but it was not enough. He wanted more.
"Faster, princess."
The words were quiet, but she heard them. She let the thrill of the moment rush through her and laid herself across his chest as she picked up her speed once more. His moans mixed with hers as finally, she felt her climax build back up. He was hard for her, he was begging for her. He fell from his pedestal of good morale and good thinking. It might not fix everything, but good - she had not realized how much she needed this.
He thrusted back against hers and suddenly a weakness spread to her thighs. She felt them clench and quiver, ready to give up underneath the pressure of the need his cock created. A few more pushes… she had to keep going.
Again, it was like he was inside of his head. His hands moved to her ass and he grabbed it, his fingers pushing enough to leave marks, and he began increasing the pace of her strokes. Touch, scents and desire mingled all together as she lost herself in it. Her head was thrown back, her walls wrapped around him and she came, her orgasm leaking down his cock, staining the carpet. Watching her squirm and tremble around him, he was unable to hold back. Reality was much better than the fantasy. He spilled his release inside of her, the feeling hot and soothing for her.
Then, he let his head hit the ground and she let her body collapse on top of him.
Talking could wait.

-M-
"Bura, honey. Rise and shine. I told you no more mopping around."
Oh fuck.
As two heads snapped up from the mess of blankets that laid upon the floor, Bulma gasped loudly, dropping her blue notebook to the ground. It took her a second, but she easily recognized the guest in her daughter's bedroom. "Goten?!"
Bulma's shrieking voice echoed in his head and then he looked around at the scene; he was still naked. Bura? Still naked. Oh good. He was afraid this did not look like a total utter mess. Fuck. "Hi Bulma." Hi Bulma? Was that the best he could come up with? He was not supposed to still be here. His sleepless nights had really taken a toll on his body and now finally, he had been able to achieve rest without any kind of disturbance.
And here she thought her daughter was mopping around, not going after Goten. "I - hm." She should be mad, she should be yelling at them. She did tell her daughter to go and get Goten, but she did not think it was going to end up this way. Although, she could hardly yell when she understood the pull of the bond. Sometimes, Vegeta and her got a little caught up. It happened. But still. "Dress. The both of you." She bent down and retrieved her notebook from the ground. "Breakfast downstairs."
With those words spoken, she closed the door behind her and left the two of them alone again.
Bura stretched, the sheet falling from her body and revealing her full nakedness to his eyes. Honestly, she did not know what to say to him. One night was not going to fix everything. Goten was still that same good little boy who thought this was wrong. All that changed was perhaps the fact that he accepted the idea that she was attractive. Though she knew one thing; if he started this whole conversation about this with I'm sorry, I was wrong, she was going to lose her freaking mind. She was tired of that.
"Morning." She settled on something simple.
He focused his eyes on her face rather than her exposed breasts. He had started it all last night. He showed up at her house, he kissed her and he took her. It had been too much; the need had been killing him. Even now, it did not feel nearly enough. He was royally fucked. He wanted her physically, he wanted to fuck her. It was the reality he was forced to face. He remained unsure about how to deal with it, but - it was there. He had enjoyed it. He was a sick fucker, but he had enjoyed it. For the first time in weeks, it was easier to breathe and there was no longer that constant pressure on his chest. He had freed himself from the pain.
"Morning," he replied back after a moment.
She grabbed his jeans and threw them against his chest. A conversation with her mother was not necessarily her favorite thing in the world, but it was better than this.
"Listen B," he began.
"Oh no!" she warned. "I'm not gonna listen to another one of your speeches. It's too late for your bullshit okay. You can't say, this is wrong, you're too young, I don't want you. Too fucking late. You came here. I didn't call you here." Alright, she did. But that was the part that he would never, ever know. It was her own little secret. It did not hurt anyone. He enjoyed himself did he not?
"I know."
She was ready to start screaming, but stopped. He knew? When was the last time he agreed with her? Way to ruin her speech.
"I jus- I don't know where we go from here." He ran his hand through his hair, smoothening them down. "I don't know what we're supposed to do." They needed to be close, they fucked… but there were no feelings involved. She mentioned many times how he was beneath her and how she would never want to be with him. Sleeping together did not make this a relationship. They were back to square one. Only it was now more complicated than before.
Their being together remained a problem. Though this time, she refused to let it get to her. Her mother had been right; Goten had been raised a certain way and it was what stood in their way. She had shown that it was possible to bring down that barrier. All she had to do was put more efforts than she had been. She could do that. He was one foot in. He admitted to desiring her and he sought her out. How hard could it be to open his eyes to the possibilities? She could not make him fall in love with her, no matter how much she tortured him, but she could let him see his own feelings. If she were to believe her father, a man who did not lie, Goten had feelings for her. Else he would not have bitten her.
It could be done.
"I don't know. I guess we just make it up as we go along."
She had no fear shining in her eyes. He had the vague memory of her request. Princess. He had actually done it. He was a sick pervert. That was what he had turned into.
"I guess." Because really, what else were they supposed to do? Every time they had a plan it failed. He promised he would stay away from her, he swore he would never touch her again and he broke every single one of those promises. It was simply better if he refrained from making them. At least he would not be disappointing anyone.
He resigned himself to silence as he tossed the blanket off of his body, noticing he still had his boxers on. He never really took them off - as a matter of fact he did not even take her underwear off. He shook his head, ashamed of his attitude, and slipped his jeans back on. Beside him, Bura slipped back her pyjamas. In the midst of blankets, he found his white shirt and put it in. Good thing he found it because the scratches she made on his chest were not healed yet. Did Bulma see them? He hoped not - as if this situation was not embarrassing enough. It was the first time there was a proof left behind. Women were not strong enough to do that kind of damage on him. But she was not a regular woman…
Bura was the first on her feet and he quickly followed her. Unfortunately for them, their timing out of the bedroom could not have been worse. As they stepped out, they encountered another member of the Briefs family; Trunks.
Because of course, his life could be worse…
Trunks stared at his best friend, uncertainty dancing in his eyes. He had felt his ki as he came home, but he had not thought much about it. They were mated and they had shit to work through, but this - they were coming out of her bedroom. Also, from the looks of it, they just woke up. They slept together. In the same room. He knew that if he took one sniff in the air, his nose would tell him exactly what took place and he did not want to know.
"One thing. I asked you one fucking thing." He exhaled, his nostrils flaring. "Don't fuck my sister."
As he was about to take a step forward, Bura got in the way, blocking his path. "This doesn't concern you, Trunks."
"Bura move."
She was too young to know better, she was too young to know what she wanted. Fine, they were going to be stuck like this forever. Still, he rather she had a few years until they started to be together. This was too adult for his spoiled little sister. She would be the one hurt in the end.
"No. It's none of your business Trunks."
"Like hell it isn't."
"Do as she said."
Everyone turned their head in the direction of the voice, finding Vegeta pressed against the wall with his arms crossed in front of his chest. "Leave them be."
His father's acceptance of the situation drove him wild, but fighting would not get him much except a good ass whooping. He sighed and backed away, letting them past.
"Meet me in the GR."
Of course, he did one thing and now he would have to train with his father. He did not have the energy or patience for this. Regardless, he turned left and headed there. Perhaps a good sparring would calm his nerves.
"Thanks, daddy," Bura whispered as she walked past her father.
Goten was following behind, but as soon as Bura disappeared into the next room, Vegeta stopped him. He grabbed him by the t-shirt and smacked him in the nearby wall. Panic formed on his face as he stared at Vegeta's angry face. What had he done? He thought he knew of this, he thought this was how he wanted things? Why couldn't he get a fucking break?
"I might not be able to kill you," he warned, "but if you get my daughter pregnant, you'll wish I could kill you."
He swallowed hard and nodded vigourously. Condoms. Why did he never think about condoms? Every time he was with Bura they were either influenced by the moon and pushed so far that they did not think straight. But he did agree with Vegeta on this; no babies. Fuck, it would make this mess impossible to handle. This was already bad enough without bringing a child into it. Neither of them, especially not her, were ready to raise a kid. That along would serve him as a reminder to carry some with him. Not that Vegeta's promise of a long, deadly torture was anything he'd ever forget.
"I won't."
"Don't take me for a fool."
"I promise I won't do it again."
Vegeta stared him down a few seconds longer before letting his body drop back to the ground. Goten scampered to his feet and hurried to join back Bura. If he had to choose between Vegeta and Bulma, he picked Bulma. He rarely made that choice, but — when Bura was concerned, Vegeta was completely other man. A deadly one.
Once he stepped into the kitchen, he found that Bura was sitting in front of her mother and a seat was ready for him. At least there was a nice breakfast plate with eggs and bacon. His death would be kind. He joined them, but never dared to touch the food - despite the way his stomach was growling. He was half-saiyan. Turning food down was like a sin, but - this was more important.
"I think we need some rules," Bulma finally said. "No sex. Here or at Goten's." Usually, sixteen years old dated boys who did not have their own apartment so that rule was not required.
"Mom -"
"Yes. Bond. Yes mated." She rolled her eyes. "I get it. However, it doesn't change the situation. You're sixteen. I'm not gonna let you roam around and do whatever you want."
"You -" She stopped. She was not going to tell Goten that her mother told her to seduce him. "You used to do it!"
Bulma's eyes narrowed. "That's beside the point."
"No, how is it any different. You went on adventures, you - you used to date Yamcha. When he was a bandit!" It was almost hard to say that with a straight face.
"Yes, and I also know the consequences that come from doing whatever you want." She was not usually strict on her children, but she was doing this for Bura's own good. Although she knew her daughter's feelings, she could not confirm Goten's. She knew there was something in there, but she could not guarantee that Bura would not get hurt in the process of finding out. She was trying to protect her as much as possible. Sex was a messy business. She had told her daughter to seduce him, but she did not think it would happen this rapidly. She feared his change of heart was not due to Bura's flirting, but to something else. Maybe the bond?
If she put a restriction on sex… and they did it anyway? It might mean he did actually want it.
Plus, they still had to be somewhat careful. Bulma's relationship with Vegeta used to be a mess. And she got pregnant. Pregnant!
"And I hope you two are using protection!"
As both their faces fell, Bulma sighed in exasperation. "Alright, well I don't want this happening again, but if it does happen, for the love of dende, use protection!" She leaned forward and smack Goten's arm. "You should know better. Have you been going around town fucking girls unprotected for years?"
"W-what no!" he defended. He was usually extremely careful, especially when he was single for a while. His mother would kill him if he got a girl pregnant. There was something about Bura that made him lose all sense and logic.
"Well, then, why are you being such an idiot now?"
"I - I won't do it again." He knew he fucked up, he did not need the constant reminder.
Meanwhile, Bura wanted to smack herself. She remembered how scared she had been when her father asked Goten if he had impregnated her back when they first learned about the bond. How could she not have been more careful? Goten was - sweet and all, but she was the smart one. She should have thought about it. She did not want a baby. Eventually, yes. Now? Never. Especially not when things were this complicated. She did not want Goten to have one more reason to feel tied down to her. She was not going to trap him any more than he was already trapped.
"Mom, we'll be careful."
"Of course you will, because it stops now." She sighed. Her daughter would do as she pleased, she knew that. But Goten? Well, now the ball was in his court. "Now eat your breakfast." She knew of the saiyan appetite and she was not cruel.
She pushed herself up and left the two of them alone.
Goten stared at Bura while she began picking at her food. Everyone was pretty much mad at him; Trunks hated his guts and could not look at him, Vegeta threatened to kill him, and he felt less welcomed by Bulma. And yet, despite all of those things, it was the first time in months that he did not feel a crushing feeling in his chest. He could breathe and it did not hurt.
Bura.
Bura was not mad at him - for the first time in a long time.
And he could breathe.

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