Strange Happenings

Warnings: M/F, Heterosexual Sex, Strong Yaoi implications and actions, mild hint of rape, anal, toys, peg

……………Chapter 2!……………

Bulma lay in bed that night propped up on her pillows, the lamplight glowing and a scientific journal in her hands. Her husband was taking his evening shower, the third one that day. She swore she’d never understand how that man always managed to get so dirty on a daily basis, yet still be obsessed with his hygiene at the same time. Strange animals, these man creatures she thought with a smile, slightly glancing to the bathroom door as the water finally shut off. She knew he’d be a few more minutes as she forced herself to get back to the journal, willing any and all thoughts from her mind other then the words on the page.

With a bellow of steam he exited the bathroom like a stage door entrance, swaggering in and across the room to their closet. After pulling out a pair of sweat pants and some underwear he walked back over to the side of the bed, dropping his towel and throwing on his sleeping clothes. He ignored the deep blue eyes that followed his every movement around the room, wondering why her face was still even in that book, when it was obvious she’d quit reading.

Vegeta sat on the bed facing away from her as he toweled his hair, knowing what his woman had in mind. She only showed this watchful interest towards him before bed when she was looking for some action. Usually those predatory eyes examining his physique was something he would be proud of, but tonight it just made him nervous for some reason. He knew she was a determined woman; she would get what she wanted from him even if he wasn’t sure he wanted it yet. He still wished he could have more time, wait until he started really craving it before delving back into the fray.

If he really wanted it he would certainly enjoy it more, not dread the experience in a manner he couldn’t say he wasn’t used to. He threw the towel to the floor, sliding back the covers and stiffly laying down on his side of the bed. The woman’s eyes were still fixated on his back as he lay there silently, hearing her finally close that book and set her reading glasses atop the hardback. With a click the light was off, her immediately sliding up his back and wrapping an arm around his form.

Lazily her fingers trailed over his chest while the other skimmed along his shoulders and back, waiting to receive some sort of response from her lover. As she suspected he just lay there unmoving, so she moved the hand on his chest lower and began kneading his stomach.

In a trance her fingers graced along the warrior’s hipbone, rubbing his thigh before coming back up, her other arm reaching around his shoulder to gently caress his neck and chin. He shivers for a second at her sensual touches, a smile gracing her lips at finally getting a reaction. Still though he said not a word, made not a movement and it was beginning to make her impatient.

The blue haired beauty let her hand rest on his hip for a moment as if in silent signal of where that hand was going, before she slid it under the hem of his pants, pulling them down slightly while rubbing his hip and squeezing a cheek before heading for his equipment.

If he wasn’t turned on before, he was certainly getting there now at her strange determination to get him interested. She was making him anxious with her dominance, yet at the same time he wanted to see how far she’d go without him getting involved.

He held his breath once she found what she was seeking, lightly running her hand along his manhood before grasping it firmly. In slow movements she messaged his member, running her fingers along the head before sliding down to grasp his balls, repeating the process again once she was finished.

She was still surprised he hadn’t reacted yet, turning to her like he usually did to jump her at the teasing. His organ was already hard though, so it was obvious he was enjoying the treatment, but what on earth was he waiting for… her to lead?

Grasping his manhood again she excruciatingly slowly and gently stroked the appendage, finally pleased to see him squirm minutely. Her other arm returned to his back, running down his spine and back up again.

An idea struck her as those fingers graced his back, roaming down to his tail spot to message the little stub that always made him writhe. Writhe he did, but still he held his ground, wondering if she really had the guts to go where he assumed she was heading. He didn’t really want to resort to the means she was obviously presenting, but nothing could bring him to stop her, he was just to curious as to how far she would go without his participation.

Both hands disappeared from his body for a second and he almost growled, worried she had decided to give up. He felt her moving and heard a bizarre click behind him, fighting not to turn around and see what she was up to.

The middle-aged woman’s hands were on him again only a moment later, one sliding his pants further down his hips to message his manhood, the other returning to the spot directly between his tail and his bottom.

He jumped a little when that back hand touched him, suddenly realizing the extra slickness she must have just applied to her finger. He shivered again; slightly shocked his woman had been prepared enough for this to have some sort of lubricant buried in her pockets. He closed his eyes and fought not to fidget as that finger slowly moved lower, sliding between his cheeks as the other fingers grasp at his bottom.

Delicately her finger caressed the little spot she was looking for, noticing him gasp and jerking away subtly, forcing the hand on his member to move all the more. She was boiling with anticipation at the amazing scene about to take place, knowing now he was going to let her continue her assault on his body. There was no encouragement to stop, no encouragement to go, yet still no resistance against her advances either, so she kept going.

She rubbed the small spot tenderly, surprised with how smooth the lube made her movements. She’d done this to him before, but it was always a little rough and dry, maybe even a little painful compared to how it could be. She applied pressure with her finger and just the tip moved in easily, feeling his entire body tense with the initial entry.

The battle within himself not to react was becoming difficult to bare, a small whimper escaping as he bit his lip to stifle the sound. Immediately she stopped when he whimpered, fearing she had scared him somehow. No, don’t stop he thought, panicking that it would end once she had just got him excited, as he forced his hips to move in encouragement, pushing against that slick finger and forcing more movement on his member.

He groaned as the finger started moving and probing his insides, fighting not to move his hips as he was assaulted from both sides. The hands began moving in a rhythm now, she extremely slowly pulling out her finger and sliding back in, her hand on his member mirroring her actions.

Bulma took note of the intense heat radiating from her intimate area as well, feeling the slick tightness of it as she pleased him. She realized however that hearing her husband’s moans as she pumped her hands on and in his body was such a pleasing sight that sex itself would have been equally enjoyable.

She moaned as well as the pace increased, loving the feel of his velvety smooth member moving in her hand, reveling in that glorious backside as it gripped her finger readily. Finally his hips began thrusting lightly, getting impatient with her slow and gentle movements. Without even really being conscious of it she started moving as well, the hand in his backside pressed against her hot spot as she thrust against his form, her body adding more pressure and force to the appendage.

He was breathing heavily and squirming like mad at her erotic treatment of him, to absorbed in the sensation to be aware of anything else. Their hips started moving faster now, the tightness in his lower body becoming tangible as he thrust back against her.

She imagined her fantasy suddenly, noting the distinct similarities of it to what they were presently doing. Her mind, to absorbed in the moment of passion to even think of the consequences, decided he was ready for her, and so it was time.

She ceased any and all movement then, smiling seductively as he only whimpered when she stopped and began thrusting himself more fervently.

“Vegeta?” she whispered deeply in his ear, not surprised to hear him just whimper again and continue thrusting.

“I have an idea,” she said to him with determination, trying to make him stop for a moment.

“Not now woman” his voice said with some difficulty, fighting and failing to keep the high pitched and desperate tone from his words.

“Oh I think you may like this idea Vegeta, either that or you’ll hate me for even considering it”

Such a proclamation stopped him dead in his movements, him honestly worried about the kinds of crazy things his woman could conjure up at a time like this. “What is it?” He asked guardedly, noticing she was still holding her hands in place, despite wanting to converse.

She blushed a little, wondering how she could possibly bring this up, the moment of admittance in her fantasy finally upon her. “Well, it’s… embarrassing to admit, I’m not sure how to say it.” She smiled and blushed more, one hundred different ways to phrase it popping into her head, all of them to dirty to state aloud.

“Just spit it out” he said breathlessly, trying to focus on her words despite the finger still moving lazily within him, and the hand starting up again on his member.

She battled with her shame and steeled her words; ones that would either leave him hating her forever, or possibly bring about the most exciting sex of her life. “Well um… I have been thinking about a way to please you, when something popped into my head” She paused for a moment, careful to word this perfectly, and coming up with absolutely nothing. Still though her mouth moved regardless. “So I umm… purchased something recently.”

“Just say it!” he yelled, highly annoyed and anxious about her pathetic beating around the bush, fighting to remain calm with her still lightly pleasing him with those hands as she spoke.

She glared at the back of his head, deciding she would do this the hard way, forcing herself to speak no matter what. “I want to please you how a man would Vegeta.” She said heatedly into his ear, pressing her body to his back once again.

His whole body froze then, stiff as a board as he tried to make sense of that. She was a female, as far as he knew what she was doing now was the full extent of what she could do, just what the hell was she implying? “How do you mean?” he asked, more then a little worried about the answer.

Her eyes closed momentarily and she breathed deep, suddenly comparing this admittance to something embarrassing you would have to explain to your mother. She shivered at the horrible thought, considering the wrongness of what she was about to admit. “I umm… bought a sex toy, a fake penis designed to be worn by a woman.” There she finally said it, letting out a huge sigh as the tension dissipated and she realized that had been a lot easier then she figured it would be.

It came as no surprise when she felt him jump in shock at her words, but she couldn’t help but feel disappointed and worried when he violently pulled himself away from her, forcing her hands to leave his body. He flew to the other side of the bed in a flash, sitting up with his legs over the side. His body was wracked with shivers, but the look he gave her she knew she’d never forget. Those eyes alit with a shock and horror the likes of which she had never seen, his cheeks even more flushed and embarrassed then when she had bought the thing. Definitely not the reaction she was looking for, but the intensity of his stare was so overwhelming she almost felt satisfied she could breed such a surprised response.

Still staring in shock he licked his lips subconsciously, taking note of how dry his mouth suddenly felt. He continued examining her continence hoping to find some hint of a joke to her words, but her face remained serious and calm in a manner that made him shake all the more, his heart pounding in his chest with such force he could feel it throbbing in his ears. “Your not joking are you?” he said shakily, fighting to keep his eyes on her no matter how strong the force to look away might be.

“No… I’m dead serious. If you don’t want anything to do with this that’s fine, I’ll never bring it up again. I just… had to say it aloud, and make you aware the option stands. You can say no, but I must admit, just the thought is… deliciously enticing” Her eyes lit up at those last words, but she immediately felt a little guilty when he looked away from her quickly. The man she once considered the proudest creature alive suddenly seemed so small as he sat hunched and half naked on the bed, his arms wrapped tightly around his middle.

Patiently she waited for him to say something, feeling a powerful urge to go over and consult the obviously trouble man, but he looked so tense she feared he’d bolt and fly out of the room if she were to approach him. So she waited.

Gaining control of his body was a far more difficult task then he suspected as he sat quietly, a raging inferno of emotion burning within. The initial shock his woman would go to such extremes wasn’t dissipating, even though deep down inside he knew this was the kind of thing she’d come up with. His instant reaction was searing shame and disgust at such a… wrong idea, suddenly being engulfed in that helplessness he hadn’t experienced in years. He closed his eyes tightly, feeling sickened by himself when another conditioned response he was familiar with took hold. Fearful, nervous arousal.

He had to admit… it was tempting. Something about her offer clung to his mind and wouldn’t release him. As debasing as the whole idea sounded, there was that element of curiosity, that desire to experience what he thought he’s been craving. Ugh, what the hell was wrong with him? He couldn’t believe he was actually considering it he thought as he glared at the floor, almost burning a whole into the carpeting with its intensity.

He imagined his wife doing what she was implying, gauging if this was the sort of thing he would enjoy. Part of his mind knew what she meant by deliciously enticing, but were his shames and fears the more powerful response? He weighed the emotions, watching the scales sway and level off in his mind.

For some reason a conversation he’d had with his woman while lying in bed a few years ago popped into his mind, just a weird random thought analogous to the current topic at hand. They were discussing the differences between how women look at sex compared to men, when she brought up a psychological issue she said many women feel at least once in their lives. She was talking about dominance vs. submission, and how a woman no matter what the position is always doomed to be the sub. She mentioned how women, being the naturally weaker of the race, had a tendency to feel debased and used even when being intimate with someone they love. Something about how a woman has to accept a physically stronger person’s body inside their own, whereas a man gets to enter someone weaker, an extremely weaker level of trust and connection on the man’s part. It was a good point he thought, and he had mentioned to her he understood what she meant, even if she didn’t at the time know how true that was.

Even if she were to control the dominance in this situation, if they were to proceed, his physical strength still greatly surpassed hers by a long shot. Was he willing to allow such a paradox? Such an assault on his already hollow pride? He was aware of the distinct difference in her offer compared to… past experience. She was a kind and caring if not mildly insane person, unlike others who had breeched him in such a manner long ago. She wouldn’t see the tyrannical power she had over him, instead seeing this as an exchange between beings of equal worth. Hell her body wouldn’t even deride actually pleasure from the act, more a mental enjoyment at getting to see him writhe under her influence.

He slightly took note of the fact that his panic had calmed considerably, though it still remained in the back of his mind as he realized she had been silently watching him this entire time. Carefully he glanced over his shoulder to her form; surprised he was unable to gauge what she was thinking in her expression, her face vaguely unreadable. His eyes left hers almost immediately, staring back down at the carpet as he debated her offer.

“Show it to me” he said almost inaudibly, having to see it for himself so he could honesty determine his standpoint on this.

Quietly she rose from her side of the bed as he watched her move over to the dresser, hesitantly progressing as she opened her drawer and began digging through its contents. She set the item on her chest with her arms self-consciously covering it, before she moved back over to the bed and dropped it on the mattress.

The prince’s eyes grew to the size of saucers at finally seeing the object of his turmoil, the thing standing proudly and facing towards the sky in silent invitation. He shivered again and looked away, fighting to control his need to run from the room in horror. Even so, he found himself shocked all the more when his body responded with instinctive hot anticipation at just the thought of what that thing was capable to doing to him. Could he dare agree to this? Drop his pride and allow the pleasures such a thing could elicit to invade his body? It was quite possibly the weirdest and biggest decision of his life, stiffening sharply when he felt the mattress move as she got back on it.

He looked back around to stare at her, seeing that strange calm yet questioning look still gazing at him unflinchingly. She was on her knees between him and the object, waiting for him to respond with an answer, yes or no.

The once proud man’s shoulders slumped as he gave up his inner battle, utterly shocked at himself for being a willing participant in this insanity. He buried his shame in the bowls of his soul, trying to focus solely on the enjoyment this situation could create.

“You got me turned on before bringing this up on purpose… didn’t you?” He said quietly, eyes still not willing to look at the psychotic woman who he must admit, was creative in her dedication to please him, no matter how disturbing the notion was.

“Yes” Was her simple reply, but more words followed once he thought she was finished. “So… are we considering this, or do you want to kick my ass for ever bringing this up. I do kind of deserve it after all.” she said with a smile, happy to see him look at her again, the most bashful smirk she’d ever seen him do gracing his features.

“Your crazy woman.”

“I know”

Finally Vegeta spun his body back around to face her completely, sitting Indian style as his eyes continuously jumped from her to the object between them, fighting the sickening excitement at what he was daring to agree to. “Ok” was all he said, steeling himself as he reached for the object between them, picking it up as he slid up to her body. He dropped it behind her as his lips met hers; grabbing her head and forcing her underneath him as he ravaged her mouth, tongues swirling in a seductive dance. She moaned at his quick assault, finally happy to see his confidence return some as he grasp the bottom of her nightshirt and pulled it over her head.

As soon as her large breasts were exposed his mouth found them, sucking fervently as he began sliding his hands into her loose night pants. Very firmly he grasp at her bottom, sliding his other hand into her pants as they were slowly pulled down to her thighs. Soon they were off completely, her bare before him as his strong hands moved along every facet of her body.

She assumed his dominating demeanor certainly had something to do with who would have control of this situation in the end, loving the feel of his attack as he came unto her more forcefully then ever in all their time together.

The intense bulge in his pants was apparent as he pressed it against her, moving his hands quickly to her opening as he slid a finger into her ready and awaiting entrance. She couldn’t help but moan again at the force and speed of his movements, him adding another finger as he moved sensually yet frantically inside her. Without even giving it a thought her hand quickly moved to his backside, sliding back into his pants as her finger dove into his own entrance, reveling in the groan this elicited from his tense form.

Almost as soon as it started she was wheezing as those fingers twiddled inside of her, feeling her inner walls already grasping and releasing as she moaned out his name, her body instinctively bucking as she rode out the pleasure. Finally she ceased her frantic movements, breathing heavily as he suddenly lifted her into a sitting position, lulling like jelly as he held her in his arms to steady her.

She knew now it was her turn to do the pleasing as she forced energy back into herself, knowing she would need all she had soon enough. Her hands moved to his pants, forcing them down to his knees before her, exposing his manhood as he chunked the garment to the floor.

Hazily the blue haired woman looked to his face, noticing the expectant curious look he gave her, like he was waiting for her to make the next move. She reached behind her, grasping around and trying to find the object, finally coming into contact as she grasp the strap and pulled the item between them. Strangely enough it didn’t seem as weird all of a sudden as she found herself bringing the object to her hips and working the straps around her body, almost like it was no more of an interruption then something simple like applying a condom or putting in a diaphragm.

His eyes were wide yet definitely appreciative, not realizing how arousing the sight of his woman wearing that thing could be, instantly transforming her from a female to an excited man ready to jump him.

Anxiousness wracked his being as she rose to clamp her lips to his own, moving away to reach into her pants still half hanging on the edge of the bed. She removed the vile from her pockets, sliding back up to his body and rubbing herself suggestively against him, making him gasp as the fake organ moved against his own.

Her delicate fingers moved into his hair, taking a hold of his head and forcing his eyes to meet hers. “Your sure?” she said one last time, knowing already by the look on his face the answer.

He kissed her one last time, pulling back his head as he nodded. “Definitely” he said with a shaky voice, quivering in her arms as he slowly rotated his body around, pressed tightly against her the whole time.

Soon his back was facing her, his body bending over before her as he put his hands on the mattress, backend exposed to her invitingly. With hands shaking violently she glided them along his hips and back, sliding back to his cheeks before retreating.

It was hard for her to fathom this was really about to take place, the moment clogging her thoughts for the last few weeks actually happening in reality. It was like a dream; viewing a side of her life mate she never in all her years of knowing him would have ever guessed existed. She felt euphoric as her trembling hands unscrewed the cap on the vile, pouring a large amount into her hands as she caressed it onto the member… her member.

Chunking the bottle aside, she finally closed in on his body, pushing herself against his backend as her hands once more roamed his form in earnest concentration. He was breathing heavily beneath her as she maneuvered her fake manhood against his body, pressing into his cheeks carefully as she found his small opening.

She sat still like that for a moment, both bodies quivering as she steeled herself for the overwhelmingly erotic atrocities she was about to incur on her husband’s body, finally pushing forward slightly as she moved partially in. It was a far more difficult task then she originally presumed, surprised when once she crossed the initial resistance she went deeper then intended.

He grunted deeply and gargled, fighting to keep the tenseness from his form at the forceful and sudden intrusion. It had been a very long time since experiencing that overwhelming pressure consuming his buttocks and back, gasping chokingly as he felt her remove herself from him, only to come back upon him again as she gained more depth.

“Ugh… my… gods woman” he said before even realizing he was speaking, utterly engulfed in the painfully weighty force ripping through him, threatening to tear his insides in twain.

She was moving excruciating slowly into his body, realizing she had only barely gained any depth into him at all, meeting constant intense resistance every time she tried to move further. His name passed her lips again in a slow and deep phonic, finally filling him completely after a grueling and extremely slow barrage of continuous strokes.

A deep groan from him shadowed every subtle movement she made, his body convulsing as he tried to transform the intensity into a pleasurable sensation, fighting not to pull away as she sat still within him for long moments.

Suddenly she removed the object almost completely, forcing herself all the way in very slowly, filling him completely, before pulling back to repeat the process. Never in all his years of torment had he experienced such a tantalizing intrusion, usually being taken by a brutal force that left little room for enjoyment on his side of the bargain. Not until he was left battered and bruised, wailing uncontrollably as he was mauled with fervor would he ever experience that twisted enjoyment of the ride. Spilling his seed and finally giving in completely to the assault, allowing their power over him to consume him totally.

Immediately she stopped, worried beyond reason when she heard a small high-pitched sob escape him. “Are you alright Vegeta?” she asked with a panicked concern, shocked beyond reason when a multitude of sobs began wracking his form, tears falling from his eyes.

She began removing herself from his body, jerking in surprise when his legs clinched around her hips forcing her to stay within him.

“I’m fine, please… don’t stop.” He whimpered desperately, him barely even conscious of the building tears till she mentioned them, to focused on the memory and present sensation to be aware of much else.

Still she didn’t move, hoping to wait until his sobs slowed a little, very much disturbed that even while in tears he wanted her to continue. She had feared his past sexual experiences with men weren’t necessarily consensual, but someone bawling while you had sex with them, begging you to continue regardless made her blood run cold. Her poor husband, forced to experience such things, dreadfully embarrassed about them, and yet here she was thrusting into him all over again, forcing him to relive a long forgotten lifestyle.

Bulma forced herself not to shed tears as well, releasing one against her will when his hips began lightly pushing back to meet her member. He whimpered again, ignoring the feebleness of the sound as he dropped any and all care at how much he was debasing himself. Unlike ever before, her gentle movements were burning a pleasure into his backside the likes of which he had never felt. Pain was almost completely non-existent in her care, gods he wanted more now. “Move Woman!” he yelled, a little more forcefully than intended, his voice raising a few octaves higher then he could control.

“Alright Vegeta” she said quietly as her body pushed forward again to meet his, knowing that despite the tears this was something he wanted, maybe even needed, and she would comply.

His body had become less resisting by now, her manhood moving in and out smoothly as she continued thrusting, marveling at the glorious sight of her husband’s bottom pushing back to meet her hips. Even without being able to physically experience the inside of his body, she swore she could almost feel the powerful pressure squeezing her item as they moved.

Groans wracked the saiyan prince’s form as his woman finally began maintaining a steady rhythm, still moving experimentally slowly in a manner that drove him wild with its gentle sensuality.

Finally he relaxed more as her body lightly pounded against his backside, allowing the arms holding him up to slide out from under him as his head hit the sheets, rising his bottom more conveniently for her assault.

A long satisfying hum emanated from his chest in pure contentment, feeling suddenly like he had never experienced the true enjoyment of sex in his whole life, until now. He continued driving himself back upon her as the pace slowly gained speed, flexing uncontrollably as her hands began fervently rubbing up and down his body.

A hand reached around to grasp his member suddenly, surprising himself with a load moan as she pumped him in sync with her thrusts, forcing him to drastically increase his pace as his body was consumed by overpowering stimulation.

Immediately she sped up to match him, gliding in and out of his opening fervently as she thrust with all her might. He had transcended beyond grunts and groans, wailing loudly as she matched him, filling his body to the brim with her power over that expertly moving synthetic appendage.

His mind was a complete blank of nothing but glorious sensation consuming his soul, riding the fake penis violently. He felt her rhythm finally level off, not rising or falling, but he felt he needed more, more force, more sensation, good gods woman fuck me harder! His mind screamed, forcing half sane ramblings to leave his throat as he bellowed. “Harder Bulma!”

She released a deep groan of her own as she half heard him wail out her name, so engrossed and concentrated on her actions she had almost missed the exclamation. He said her name, something that he extremely rarely in all their time together stated. It was always woman and sometimes bitch when he was angry, her being able to count the number of times he’s used her true name on one hand.

Her body was tired and getting stiff from the already frantic movements of her thrusts, but if even faster was how he wanted it then she had to try even harder. She called forth all the strength she had, trying not only to increase her speed but the force behind each push. Bulma again began pulling back almost completely, slamming herself against that gorgeous ass as quickly and deeply as she could, her hand still on his member pumping and pulling frantically.

He was screaming and wailing louder then she’d ever heard in her life, almost feeling the pulsating force of the noise as it echoed through the room, roaring perfectly synchronized to her every vicious shove. Any second now she knew he would hit his optimum moment of pleasure, releasing his need as his body surged with such uncontrollable emotion she almost feared he’d explode. Already she even wondered how his form was still intact, moving in that frantic inhuman speed. She sensed so much power emanating from his body she could almost feel the electrical force of his kai wrapping around them, swirling and cracking, exploding as it finally burst from his body like a shockwave.

His whole body suddenly tightened as tough as steel, his movements almost stopping completely except for small spasming jerks as he screamed. Seed spilled unto the mattress as it shot from his being, his body wracking madly as she continued her frantic attack on his manhood and excruciatingly tight channel.

His body was going limp beneath her, melding into the comfortable mattress as every part of his body but those hips sunk slack and weightless. The pace she was ramming into him had yet to slow, still moving with the violent force she’d been maintaining sense he screamed her name.

Moans and groans still reached her ears as they poured from his mouth, a lazy contentment now in their tone as he lay there, loving every moment of it as that body still rammed against his slowly turning numb backside. The proud warrior was completely spent as he lay there panting heavily, briefly wondering how his woman could possibly still have energy to give him these few more moments of aftermathial bliss.

Finally his blue haired mistress’ pace began steadily dropping, slowly receding down to nothing with a long drawn out moan of her own. She landed limply upon his back, forcing his body to fall completely to the covers as she lay on top of him, her face rubbing affectionately against his shoulder blades as she panted loudly.

My gods… how amazing they both unknowingly thought in unison, just lying in that position with her member still within him. She was too spent to move at all, feeling as though rising would be physically impossible even if they tried. After a few minutes of hugging at his back she eventually forced herself to move, putting her arms on either side of him as she rose. She looked down with fascination as her thick member slowly glided out of him, almost strange to see it still standing as proudly as before, perfectly ready and able to take on its next foe.

Sitting up she grabbed at the straps and ripped them off, chunking the strap-on to the floor as she examined her husband. Still he lay completely limp, seeming not even conscious as he lay their spread eagle before her, arms thrown out wide.

“Vegeta… are you alright?” She said hesitantly, reaching for his shoulder blades and gently rubbing them. He seemed to rouse slightly as her sensual touch, moving his body experimentally from side to side ensuring it was still functioning.

“I’m Great” he said in a hazy yet jovial manner, dropping his tone a little as a blush rose to his cheeks, suddenly realizing the slick wetness clinging to his chest and body. “We could use a bath though, and I think a change of sheets… If I can stand that is.” He stated with a smile, forcing his arms underneath him so he could turn over on his side, see the woman’s face who just pleased him more passionately then any creature in this entire universe ever could.

She was smiling so contently at him, so warmly, his chest filling with that overpowering loving ache as he admired her beautiful continence. She moved towards him wrapping her arms around him tightly as he did the same, pressing her lips against his in an adoring yet chaste peck. She pulled back and giggled at his muddled yet completely satisfied eyes. “I’m glad I could please you Vegeta.”

“Me too woman… me too.”

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Original Inspiration: The idea for this story originally came to me while reading a line from another DBZ fan fiction called Spiral by Macha. There was a small mention of women with strap-ons and Vegeta, so his/her words deserve credit for inspiring me to write this. Thanks Macha!

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Author Commentary: Woah! I am so utterly ashamed of myself, yet at the same time, humorously satisfied? I haven’t written any stories in about a year, and I’ve never attempted a sex story before, though I’ve been reading them for years. Some scenes were a little awkward and I tend to get a little babbly with my words, but overall I’m happy with how that turned out. There may still be a few spelling and grammar issues I’m not seeing in there, but I’d rather hunt those down myself then find a beta reader. This thing will experience lots of revising over time I’m sure.

I really hope you enjoyed my first sexual story; and please don’t hesitate to tell me what you think. I don’t want to here any rude and inconsiderate flames though, I take those far more personally then I should, so treat me with the respect you’d wish yourself to be treated. Thanks for reading! I hope my tale pleased you!

With love,
Azmidiske aka Azmidia