Pure Evil 4: A New Evil
still at it
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Pure Evil 4: A New Evil
By Sefiru
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Pairings: Kakarott x Vegeta
Warnings: NC-17, yaoi, anal, oral,
BDSM, bondage, violence, language, pure evil.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, all belongs to Kakarott. Long
live the King.
Macha: lost the ability to type?
Oh no! Quick, you must read more smut to cure you!
pun_xy: it’s not just “odd,” it’s kinky! And evil
Katonie: unfortunately, flattery won’t
Zofo: Yes, you can take it. Just drink lots of water
and breathe deeply.
kit-kit: it’s Vegeta’s ultimate secret technique. ^^
Okay folks, like last year (have I been doing this that
long?!) I’ll be doing a Christmas omake special, but
instead of a contest I’ll just take suggestions. If there’s a kink you want to
see, leave a review!
In this chapter, Gohan brings his
pack home, and Kakarott and Vegeta … guess. ^^
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Chapter 20: Still at it
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No sooner had
the royal couple vanished from the dock than Videl
leapt in to give Gohan a warm welcome of her own. And
although he was not as blatant, he was his father’s son; he devoured her lips
as if they were fine chocolate and he hadn’t eaten in months. It was not that
far from the truth. They only broke apart because they were in a public place,
and their eyes promised each other much more to come.
his face. “Young ones, this is my mate, Videl.
honor to meet you, my lady.”
Her eyebrows went
up. “Well, I can’t complain about their manners. And you can stop giving me
those worried looks, Son Gohan, I’m not going to yell
at you. Anymore.” He faked an exaggerated cringe, and
she swatted him. “Mind you, it’s a good thing I’ve had a few weeks to get used
to it, but now I kind of like the idea. I got a capsule house from
to do their share of the chores, though.”
“I think you’ll
find they’ll take care of all of it,” Gohan assured
her.
warriors were too proud to do housework.”
“On the
contrary, my Lady,” Sehji said, “We’d be insulted if
our lord and lady didn’t trust us with their things.”
“Oh, well, when
you put it that way.” She grinned and elbowed her mate. “Come on, let’s get
this herd going.”
girls!” She launched herself into the air; Gohan rose
up behind her, and after him the whole pack and their
younger siblings, eighteen people all together. None of them besides
the open sky before. Raisa, riding on
pack swooped around them playfully.
“There’s no
glass between us and the sky!” Sehji crowed.
itself is full of power!”
“That’s weather,
young one – just wait til you see a typhoon!”
“Is that the
forest? There’s ki everywhere!”
“The sunlight –
I can feel its warmth …”
The ship-born
playing alongside them. In no time at all, they were over the mountain city and
their destination. Mirai appeared before them,
standing in midair with his arms crossed on his chest. “You’ve finally come
back, Gohan. I have beer – but to get it, you must
defeat me in battle.”
“You are so on!”
Gohan leapt forward.
*****
*****
From where I lie
on Kakarott’s chest, I can feel it rise and fall with every breath. I hope he’s
not asleep; I am far from finished with him tonight. He says he wants all of me
and I intend to see how much he can handle. I’m not in any rush, though. Lying
here against him is a pleasure in itself, a peaceful counterpoint to our animal
passions; I nuzzle into his shoulder while his fingers stroke my tail, draped
scent, the scent that kept me sane through the long weeks of my voyage. Right
now I only want to wrap myself in it and never let it go.
Kakarott massages
the spot between my shoulders. “Vegeta … your report said you went level
three.”
“Do you have it
stable?”
“Please.” He
releases me and I slide off him, stepping back far enough to give him the full
view. Time for round … four, I guess. I make a show of raising my
body. I do the same at level two and get a purr from Kakarott in response. The
final change still takes a little push; I clench my fists and shout as I cross
over the boundary and golden hair tumbles down my back. My tail grows a shapely
tuft to match. Kakarott’s eyes are dark with lust and – hang on. “Why are you
dressed again?”
“Only so I can
take it off later.” Not that I mind. Blue vinyl painted-on pants, black tank
top and an unbuttoned red silk shirt – obvious retribution for my little dance
video. He pads towards me with his brows drawn down, a look so hungry I can’t
decide if I want to step back or forward. “
He brushes a
thumb over my bare eyebrows. The touch nearly brings me to my knees. It burns,
burns with an intensity that pierces me from scalp to toes. “You’re so
sensitive,” he murmurs, running a finger along my jaw. I lean into his touch
and whimper.
“Kakarott, do you
know how hard this is on my self-control?”
“Uh-huh.” He
suddenly claps a chain around my wrist, one made of starship-grade steel,
strong enough to hold even our enhanced bodies. I’m relieved that he won’t
expect me to hold myself still through all this. How does he stand it? I’ve
done similar things to him while he stood steady as a rock, yet he has me
squirming with barely a touch. “So sensitive. Isn’t it
amazing how each ascension heightens our senses? I
think I could bring you off with just one finger.”
He stands behind
me, pressing my hair between us, and tucks my head under his chin. Oh, it’s
good to be short. My tail writhes between his legs and tries to grab onto his,
but he dodges at every turn, and I can’t get a grip on the slick material of
his pants. As promised, one finger – one single finger! –
runs across my chest. He traces out his name. Then mine. Then the royal
crest, all while avoiding my delicate areas. That’s just as well since I think
I’d pass out if he so much as touches a nipple. I might pass out, period. His
finger lifts, presses just below my lip, then draws a line over my chin and
down to the hollow of my throat, where it swirls in a slow circle. I moan loud
and deep.
I want to beg him
to finish me off, but I can’t form an intelligible word. Kakarott seems to
understand my distress. He sets one finger – still just one – behind my ear and
starts to stroke. Warmth fills my body like hot sake in a bottle, mellow and
sweet. When my climax finally comes, it seems to happen in all of my cells at
once. I collapse into his arms.
“You’re
beautiful, Vegeta.” His breath warms my ear. I can sense that he’s ascended to
level three as well. I smirk; the most combat power ever assembled in one room,
and we’re not fighting – quite the opposite. There’s hope for the universe
after all. Kakarott holds me against him and tenderly cups my genitals. “Think
you can handle one more round?”
***
Kakarott: I have more sexiness in one finger than Brad Pitt
does in his entire body!
Vegeta: you stole that line from YuYu
Kakarott: So? It’s true, isn’t it?
Next chapter: Raditz is reunited
with his father, and, uh, the royal couple are still
going.