The Frog Prince | By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1976 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Lust-Crazed Ninjas
By Sefiru
Pairing: GxV
Warnings: NC-17, yaoi, oral, anal,
latex, PWP
Disclaimer: I am not Akira Toriyama
(at least that’s what they tell me), so I don’t make any money on this.
This is more of a one-shot sequel than a second chapter. It’s
even more pointless than the previous installment.
***
“Do you really
think he’ll wear it?” Chichi giggled.
“Oh, he will. He
didn’t want to, but I asked if it was because he was chicken, so now he has to
prove his manhood.” Goku gave his wife and partner in
hentai-ness a peck on the cheek. “Say hi to the girls
for me.”
“Sure thing.” She slung her hand-stitched whip case over her
shoulder and stepped through the door. “You have a good time too.”
Chichi and Goku had a reputation in The Scene; she did the sewing, and
he did the leather, metal and latex work. Tonight Goku
was wearing one of his better pieces. Paper-thin, skin-tight black latex in one piece from neck to toe,
along with a nylon mask, so that only his eyes, tail and hair spikes were
exposed, and of course it had some special hidden features.
He ITed directly to the hunting lodge’s
roof, sensing that Vegeta was already inside. Excellent: the stage was
set.
***
Vegeta never
quite knew what to expect when he walked into Kakarott’s lodge. The first time,
of course, it had been a Saiyan harem; since then
he’d seen it decorated as a tropical beach house, as a psychedelic disco, as
the interior of a hollow tree, as a dozen other improbable scenes. Since he’d
admitted his feelings for the third-class Saiyan –
amid the aforementioned harem scene – he’d been able to admit a few other
things. Such as, that the wheels had to be turning somewhere in there, if Kakarott could
put all of this together. And yet he persisted in acting the buffoon! It
was enough to make Vegeta grind his teeth.
Today, the
lodge was a classical Chinese palace, including a painted screen, potted
bamboo, and an elaborately carved bed with a brocade cover. On the bench at the
far wall was a box containing the … dress. Kakarott
had talked him into wearing a dress!
And then he had the gall to suggest Vegeta wasn’t
man enough to wear it. Idiot! Moron!
Bastard! Vegeta growled. He’d walked right into it, too; he’d been curious
about what it was like to be on the bottom, and Kakarott had suggested this “kidnapped
princess” roleplay.
He opened the
box; to his relief, the dress was his usual blue with gold and silver dragon
motifs. No pink, and no flowers. He peeled off his
spandex and slipped on the
… costume …, surprised at how perfectly it fit. It was ankle
length, split at the tail and both sides, and made him appear somehow feminine
without making him look like a female.
He, the Prince of All Saiyans, as a
simpering maiden? Not likely. He slid his feet into matching silk
slippers, then yanked on satin gloves as he usually
did his gauntlets. Bring it, lover of
mine. Even in a dress I’m man enough to take you on.
Kakarott’s ki appeared on the building’s roof; good, the show was
about to begin. Vegeta walked to the fireplace, putting his back to the
windows. As he expected, a flicker of ki and the
rustle of draperies signaled his partner’s arrival. He whirled. “Who intrudes
on the Princess’s chambers?”
He would have
gone on, but – Kakarott. Naked. No, better
than naked: whatever he had coated his skin with shimmered wetly, tracing every
bulge and furrow and …
The “ninja”
laughed. “Do not try to escape, Princess. You will be taken to the secret
fortress of the Z Clan for the pleasure of our master, and there is nothing you
can do to stop it.”
That was a
straight line if he’d ever heard one. “Oh? Nothing?”
He slinked up to Kakarott and ran a finger up the slick, gleaming surface of his chest. Kakarott shuddered and sucked
in his breath.
“Beware,
Princess.” His voice dropped an octave – much better, why couldn’t he speak
like that all the time? “Or I will decide to take my pleasure on you right
here. Do not unleash the lust of the Z Clan, for it will be your doom.”
Vegeta’s
eyebrows twitched as he stifled a laugh; that was an almost direct quote from
the video that inspired this little drama. He drew himself up haughtily. “I
doubt that. All this posturing is obviously compensating for something.”
“You dare!” the
“ninja” growled. He scooped Vegeta up bodily, threw him down on the bed and
climbed on top of him. It’s about time! That slick covering was enough to make
Vegeta pant and drool, and adding a display of strength on top of it made it
hard for him to think. Actually, it made it hard, period. He yelped in mock
indignation and pretended to struggle, but he was really trying to rub against
Kakarott’s crotch.
Kakarott was
having none of it. He caught Vegeta’s leg under one knee, caught the other ankle
with his tail, and trapped his wrists under his hand. This left him one hand
free, which he used to remove Vegeta’s slippers and gently stroked the soles of
his feet. Vegeta squirmed at the feathery touch, but Kakarott had him pinned. It was maddening! “Get on with it,” he snarled.
“Be patient,
Princess.” The black-covered fingers undid the toggles of his dress and pulled
it open across his chest, and then started teasing his nipples. He twisted; he
knew he should lie back and enjoy the scene, but he couldn’t help moving. His
skin tingled all over from passion, but especially in his groin and under his
tail. The fingers dipped into his navel and he groaned.
“Shh. We don’t want anyone to overhear us, do we?” Kakarott
bent down, pressed their lips together. Vegeta’s next groan came out muffled.
Kakarott peeled off the gloves, a fraction at a time, without lifting his mouth
from Vegeta’s, and without letting his hands free. And then he wrapped their
tails together; Vegeta spasmed, arched, forgot all
about the role he was supposed to be playing and the fact that he was wearing a
dress. For the moment all he could think about was the silken fur stroking
rhythmically against his own. He barely noticed the costume come off him
entirely, or the fingers that slipped between his thighs and into his entrance.
Suddenly
Kakarott stilled; Vegeta growled in protest and forced his eyes to focus. The
“ninja” smirked at him wickedly. “Now, Princess, I will show you the Z Clan’s
secret weapon.” His free hand went to a hidden zipper pull at his groin, which
he pulled down to reveal – a cock and balls also covered in shimmering black,
every contour visible. Vegeta’s eyes went wide; he licked his lips. It looked
so elegant, like an ebony sculpture, and he just wanted to touch it. “Let go my
hands, bastard.”
“I don’t think
so.” Instead, Kakarott moved forward so that he was straddling Vegeta’s chest,
and his shaft was within reach of Vegeta’s mouth. The prince(ess) didn’t hesitate; he stretched out his tongue to
explore the, heh, secret weapon. The black material
had a peculiar taste, but he liked the texture, and he noticed that there was a
small hole at the tip of the shaft to let … fluids through. While he was there,
he collected a drop of salty juice. Kakarott was breathing harder; he leaned
back, and this time Vegeta felt the finger go in. Vegeta licked the vein behind
the cock head – Kakarott wiggled in his hole. Vegeta nibbled on black-coated
balls – Kakarott added a third finger. It didn’t hurt at all.
Kakarott pulled
back, arranging himself between Vegeta’s knees. “Ready?”
“It’s about
time, you insufferable ninja!”
Kakarott
laughed and stroked their tails together again. He produced a bottle of lube –
fisted himself once, twice – lined up, and …
Vegeta writhed
and howled. He could feel every twitch of his anal muscles, and every spot that
that gleaming shaft touched. He wanted to move! But Kakarott still held him
down, while he drew out and pushed back in, torturously slow. It seemed he had
learned too well from the prince’s own talents. In … out … in … out … Finally,
when Vegeta had been thoroughly bathed in pleasure, Kakarott changed his pace.
He pressed their lips together, took Vegeta’s cock in his hand, and rode him
hard until that cock head rammed his climax out of him. As his seed poured out,
he could also feel Kakarott jetting into him. He knew his lover had powerful
orgasms, but feeling it from within was something else, and just that little
bit sweeter. He fell back on the bed as limp as a bag of jelly.
A warm, wet
cloth appeared and started cleaning him. “How did you like receiving?” Kakarott
asked.
“Now I know why
you like it so much.”
“Do it again?”
“Hn. I like your costume. And your secret
weapon.”
“Mm-hm.”
“And next time,
you’re wearing the dress.”
***
Chinese-princess crossdressing
Vegeta.
I’d say “what was I smoking,” but the scary thing is, I was
completely sober.
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