Need

Chpt 2. Beautiful

Soft. Pale. Beautiful.

Would never have thought that, but in a cramped laundry room smelling of the harpy\'s essence, taut skin tingling to his touch, he realized she was just that.

Beautiful.

“Ungh...Vejita...please...”

Bruised lips and dark fathomless eyes beckoned to him, enveloped him. What the fuck was he feeling?

Onna...

Felt ki bound into the house. Small, bubbling, like a tickling on the back of his neck.

Hated it.

Or, rather hated the timing (even if he was partial to the brat). Released the pert nipple that he had methodically nipped and pulled. Removed his hand from the ample buttock (which, he noted with some satisfaction, sported a rather large Prince-sized handprint). Even managed (with much inner difficulty) to remove himself from the hot and trembling entrance that he was oh-so-ready to invade. Bit back a whimper and ignored hers.

Life just wasn\'t fucking fair.

“Mom...”

Heard the brat searching for his mother. Cursed the day the tiny baka was born, and contemplated upping the day the brat would die.

“Vejita...”

That whine, that voice—no longer harpy,but full-fledged woman. Full-fledged woman in need.

Cursed his goddamned luck. Even the kid would smell her arousal if she went out like this, and he did NOT want to see a mini demi-Saiyan trying to hump his own mother.

“Shut up.”

Said it roughly. Didn\'t mean it. Took one finger and slid it inside. Licked the other finger and slid it in from behind.

The harpy hiccuped.

It was...cute, the hiccup. Twisted the fingers and then pumped to hear it again.

“Ooooooooohhhh...”

Got his reward. Another satisfying hiccup. Braced the woman against the wall, her ass sitting on his left hand and her crotch rocking on his right. Concentrated on the movement, sweat rolling between bodies, arms scratching across his back as he—no, as his hands MOVED.

“I...GODS...”

“Shut up.”

Hissed between clenched teeth, feeling her fluctuating ki warming him. Damn. He could feel her ki. Unusual for a human woman. No wonder the little brats were so strong.

His ki spiked in return.

Shit.

“Mom...”

Little brat was closer now, trying to locate the spike in ki. Might as well have put a billboard outside the laundry room saying “Please come in while I fuck your mother.” Cursed the fact that they both had ki strong enough to detect.

Panting, licks, small tiny moans. Her hands ripping out her own hair. And that hiccup. Moved closer and rested a sweaty head on the crook of her neck, right where it attaches to the collarbone. Sees the baka\'s claim.

Hn, so he\'s a bit more Saiyan than he lets on.

Thinks about what the big-gone-litte Kakkarot would do if he walked in, found them like this. Thought of fighting him. Thought of fucking him. Both him and his now pretty harpy wife. Pushed it to back of his mind as pliant hips arch towards his crotch. Couldn\'t hold back the relfexive growl of indescribable need that he knows will go unsated.

For now.

“Mommy?...”

Brat was much closer now—the harpy\'s room. He can feel him moving a few doors down like ants marching down his spine. The harpy\'s body is stiffening, angling upwards. His fingers move in a frenzy now—complete Saiyan speed. So fast they\'re invisible. Breasts crash against his face, strong thighs grip his waist...breath won\'t come...hot, slick, sweaty bodies...the ever-present goddamned NEED...

“UUUUAAA...”

Drinks the harpy again as hot, scalding liquid pours out of her from both ends. Muffles the screams, the moans...yes, even the hiccups with his own mouth and draws in her complete abandon.

Wants more.

But can\'t have it. The brat\'s outside the door, turning the knob, and Vejita has all of three seconds to rip fingers from the woman (sees wince and remembers to make up for it later), grab ripped clothing, and escape through the window (thank Kami it was open). Hears woman scream at brat.

“WAIT GOTEN, I”M COMING FOR KAMI\'S SAKE!”

Door stops opening. Vejita nearly feels sorry as the little brat ki wavers in confusion and a little hurt. Then becomes jealous as the still fluctuating ki of the harpy straightens itself and envelopes the little ki warmly. Hovering over the house too far away to hear the exchange, but can see through the window as the harpy (who managed to find and dress in other suburban housewife contraptions in record time) bends over and croons gently to her son. Little hands surround her waist...feminine ones smooth his hair. One word floats up from loving picture.

“...afraid...”

MINE.

Feels incredible...jealousy...and then shock that he felt the emotion and recognized it. Shivers in self-disgust. Decides to get back.

Halfway there before (swears in Shenron\'s life) he heard it.

Vejita...

Groans as he lands, goes to GR, turns it up to 800x gravity, and then begins to jack off. Hands ache, but still smell like the harpy. Disgusting, nasty, horribly delightful scenes involving her hiccuping mouth work through his head. Welcomes them as a blinding crescendo of pleasure knifes through his frame strong enough to bring him to his knees. Pants and stares idly until his vision corrects itself and then grimaces at the mess. Cleans up, showers, eats with his own brat, contemplates fucking the blue-haired woman and opts not to, goes back to the GR.

“Onna...”

Frowns as the harpy invades his innermost sanctum again. His curiosity was satisfied—ChiChi was a normal woman that needed and desired like anyone else.

But he still wanted her.

Why?

Only because he hadn\'t come inside of her. Decides that once he does, he\'ll be over it (at least in his mind). Vows not to think of her until he could come inside of her until they were both blind. Moves to stretch, and looks in shock at his own raging erection.

Damn.

Knows he isn\'t done.

Not by a long shot.

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