Damn Traditions
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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40
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164
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Damn Traditions 3
Well here is another piece of the story. I’ve still been battling the flu which has been making me tired and most of this was written today, mother’s day here…
Big thanks to all reviewers. Thank you SaiyajinPrincess, yes I got the idea from medieval history.
Starlight Dragon: No I don’t have a beta, that last time I allowed someone to beta one of my babies, they never got back to me! So I self beta, but you can’t catch everything, sorry, and usually the readers want something and you want to please them as much as getting it finished yourself. As to my boy, he is still being diagnosed so I’ll see what happens when we know for sure. I hope you enjoy!
Damn Traditions
By Fyrbyrd
The Prince was pissed. It was not just from the permanent and aching hard on that he was sporting, but the fact that he had mated with someone. He couldn’t recall biting anyone that hard that he tasted their blood. He was used to checking any marks he made to make sure he hadn’t gone too far. He sure didn’t want anyone tied to him just because he had fucked them. He was not ready to do that yet. His father was young yet, had many years to rule their world. Vegeta just wanted things to go on as they were. He got to fight, drink, eat and fuck when he wanted to, and that was fine with him. But having these eunuchs take him off to one of their palaces outside the city now that was pissing him off. The way he was feeling he just wanted to grab them and fuck them, right now he didn’t care if they were second class.
They arrived at the palace and all thoughts of wanting the eunuch fled. There was a smell that was enticing him to wait. A scent that overrode anything else. He strode inside, bearing his teeth at any that got in his way. Even as he moved he was stripping the clothes from his body. They were itching and hot and he wanted them off his body.
The scent was getting stronger as he made his way towards one of the bed rooms, he saw guards at one bedroom entrance, he waved them away. They were reluctant to leave, but when he growled they moved. He threw the door open and stopped, there writhing on the bed, naked, fingering and stroking himself was the source of the scent. A Saiyan in season, the one that had caused him to go into heat as well. His mate. He was young and big and strong, but had a weak Ki signature. His brain screamed that this was a third class. But the sights and the sounds and the scent of the boy had him across the room in seconds. He pushed the boy’s hands way roughly. Shoved his legs apart, got between them holding them apart as he rammed into the boy’s opening with no mercy, setting a hard pace he began thrusting into the tight hot passage, grunting loudly, hardly watching the boy moaning beneath him clutching at the sheets to keep him still with the hard pounding he was receiving. Taking everything the Prince was giving, wanting it as much as his partner.
Finally the Prince came to a growled climax, taking the boy with him. He let go of the boy’s legs but did not withdraw, he may have come, but he was still hard. He took a few deep breaths before putting the boy’s legs over his shoulders, gripped his hips and began to pump again.
Vegeta was drenched in sweat as he came for what had to have been the seventh time. This time he pulled out and fell onto the bed beside the boy and passed out. The boy just lay there, his body as wet as the Princes, but the need was at bay now. He sighed and promptly joined the Prince.
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He awoke on his belly feeling the ache in his back muscles as he tried to move. From the smell in the room, he knew he’d had sex. He turned his head to the side and saw the other laying there. It was then that it all came back to him. He had gone into heat and he had been brought here, to his…
He moved over and looked at the boy’s body, he didn’t remember ever seeing him before, but then he was a third class. He sneered as he thought of that. Then he had to be one of those he had deflowered. When he had done that he only saw him from behind, so raising himself a little further he took a hold of the boy’s shoulder and hip and managed to roll him over. The boy merely sighed but did not wake. Vegeta looked over every inch of the naked body, but could not see any scars any where. The boy was young and must just be in training to have no marks on him at all. Vegeta growled, how could he be mated to him if there was no mark, no matter what a mating mark had to be somewhere. He had to have tasted his blood to make the mate bond with a bearer. He gasped. Shit! He hoped he had not gotten the kid pregnant. A child was the last thing he wanted, and worse that it was a third class and not one of the Elite females like it should have been.
The boy turned his head to the other side and Vegeta looked at the passive face. Maybe the kid was not so bad looking… And there it was, on the boy’s ear, a nick where skin had gone missing and the rest showed a scar. He remembered then, he had nibbled on the first boy’s ear, had tasted his blood, had mated with him!
He jumped away and rubbed his hands over his eyes, his muscles were still screaming at him, he wondered how long he had done it with the boy.
The boy turned over yawning, then he yelped as he landed on his backside. Vegeta swung around and as the boy tried to lift himself, slugged him in the face so that he fell back on the bed. Then he was on his feet and striding from the room calling for servants and clothes.
Kakarott lay there rubbing his jaw, he was not really sure what had been going on, the last he remembered he was suffering from some illness at home. Now someone, an Elite he thought had slugged him and stormed off. He moved again and felt the jolt of pain run up his spine. He hadn’t felt that way since…he’d had sex.
He heard someone approaching and realized that he was naked; he pulled the sheets up over his body. The men that came in were dressed in the King’s uniform. Some clothes were tossed at him.
“Get dressed.” He was ordered.
He took a hold of the clothes but sat there looking at them. For a few minutes they just stared at each other.
“Can I have some privacy please?” he asked.
“We have already seen you naked, third class. We’ve even seen you playing with yourself and begging us to take you. Get dressed.”
Red and slightly flustered he slowly striped the sheet from his body and slid over the edge of the bed. He pulled the shirt over himself first before pulling the pants on. Once he was dressed he stood.
“Come,” one of the guards said.
“Where am I going? Are you going to take me home now?”
“That is not an option.”
“What?”
“Come.”
“No,” he protested.
They advanced on him and he heard others coming to join them.
“Just tell me where you are taking me?”
“Off planet.”
“But—“
“No buts. You belong to the Prince and you will do as he orders.”
“Belong… Prince… orders?”
“Actually these are orders from the King. As the Prince’s mate you are to be sent off world for your own safety.”
Kakarott’s jaw fell open as they grabbed a hold of him. He wanted to resist but he knew somehow that it would get him nowhere. He was outnumbered and more than likely out powered. He went along with them wondering where he was going and how he was going to get home.
The word’s ‘Prince’s mate’ were running around in his head. He’d been with the Prince for his deflowering, had something happened? Did that explain why he had been ill? Had that been the Prince who had stormed off? He was still wincing as he moved along with guards. He couldn’t remember what had happened, other than it must have been sex. He wondered if it was worth it.
TBC
Big thanks to all reviewers. Thank you SaiyajinPrincess, yes I got the idea from medieval history.
Starlight Dragon: No I don’t have a beta, that last time I allowed someone to beta one of my babies, they never got back to me! So I self beta, but you can’t catch everything, sorry, and usually the readers want something and you want to please them as much as getting it finished yourself. As to my boy, he is still being diagnosed so I’ll see what happens when we know for sure. I hope you enjoy!
Damn Traditions
By Fyrbyrd
The Prince was pissed. It was not just from the permanent and aching hard on that he was sporting, but the fact that he had mated with someone. He couldn’t recall biting anyone that hard that he tasted their blood. He was used to checking any marks he made to make sure he hadn’t gone too far. He sure didn’t want anyone tied to him just because he had fucked them. He was not ready to do that yet. His father was young yet, had many years to rule their world. Vegeta just wanted things to go on as they were. He got to fight, drink, eat and fuck when he wanted to, and that was fine with him. But having these eunuchs take him off to one of their palaces outside the city now that was pissing him off. The way he was feeling he just wanted to grab them and fuck them, right now he didn’t care if they were second class.
They arrived at the palace and all thoughts of wanting the eunuch fled. There was a smell that was enticing him to wait. A scent that overrode anything else. He strode inside, bearing his teeth at any that got in his way. Even as he moved he was stripping the clothes from his body. They were itching and hot and he wanted them off his body.
The scent was getting stronger as he made his way towards one of the bed rooms, he saw guards at one bedroom entrance, he waved them away. They were reluctant to leave, but when he growled they moved. He threw the door open and stopped, there writhing on the bed, naked, fingering and stroking himself was the source of the scent. A Saiyan in season, the one that had caused him to go into heat as well. His mate. He was young and big and strong, but had a weak Ki signature. His brain screamed that this was a third class. But the sights and the sounds and the scent of the boy had him across the room in seconds. He pushed the boy’s hands way roughly. Shoved his legs apart, got between them holding them apart as he rammed into the boy’s opening with no mercy, setting a hard pace he began thrusting into the tight hot passage, grunting loudly, hardly watching the boy moaning beneath him clutching at the sheets to keep him still with the hard pounding he was receiving. Taking everything the Prince was giving, wanting it as much as his partner.
Finally the Prince came to a growled climax, taking the boy with him. He let go of the boy’s legs but did not withdraw, he may have come, but he was still hard. He took a few deep breaths before putting the boy’s legs over his shoulders, gripped his hips and began to pump again.
Vegeta was drenched in sweat as he came for what had to have been the seventh time. This time he pulled out and fell onto the bed beside the boy and passed out. The boy just lay there, his body as wet as the Princes, but the need was at bay now. He sighed and promptly joined the Prince.
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He awoke on his belly feeling the ache in his back muscles as he tried to move. From the smell in the room, he knew he’d had sex. He turned his head to the side and saw the other laying there. It was then that it all came back to him. He had gone into heat and he had been brought here, to his…
He moved over and looked at the boy’s body, he didn’t remember ever seeing him before, but then he was a third class. He sneered as he thought of that. Then he had to be one of those he had deflowered. When he had done that he only saw him from behind, so raising himself a little further he took a hold of the boy’s shoulder and hip and managed to roll him over. The boy merely sighed but did not wake. Vegeta looked over every inch of the naked body, but could not see any scars any where. The boy was young and must just be in training to have no marks on him at all. Vegeta growled, how could he be mated to him if there was no mark, no matter what a mating mark had to be somewhere. He had to have tasted his blood to make the mate bond with a bearer. He gasped. Shit! He hoped he had not gotten the kid pregnant. A child was the last thing he wanted, and worse that it was a third class and not one of the Elite females like it should have been.
The boy turned his head to the other side and Vegeta looked at the passive face. Maybe the kid was not so bad looking… And there it was, on the boy’s ear, a nick where skin had gone missing and the rest showed a scar. He remembered then, he had nibbled on the first boy’s ear, had tasted his blood, had mated with him!
He jumped away and rubbed his hands over his eyes, his muscles were still screaming at him, he wondered how long he had done it with the boy.
The boy turned over yawning, then he yelped as he landed on his backside. Vegeta swung around and as the boy tried to lift himself, slugged him in the face so that he fell back on the bed. Then he was on his feet and striding from the room calling for servants and clothes.
Kakarott lay there rubbing his jaw, he was not really sure what had been going on, the last he remembered he was suffering from some illness at home. Now someone, an Elite he thought had slugged him and stormed off. He moved again and felt the jolt of pain run up his spine. He hadn’t felt that way since…he’d had sex.
He heard someone approaching and realized that he was naked; he pulled the sheets up over his body. The men that came in were dressed in the King’s uniform. Some clothes were tossed at him.
“Get dressed.” He was ordered.
He took a hold of the clothes but sat there looking at them. For a few minutes they just stared at each other.
“Can I have some privacy please?” he asked.
“We have already seen you naked, third class. We’ve even seen you playing with yourself and begging us to take you. Get dressed.”
Red and slightly flustered he slowly striped the sheet from his body and slid over the edge of the bed. He pulled the shirt over himself first before pulling the pants on. Once he was dressed he stood.
“Come,” one of the guards said.
“Where am I going? Are you going to take me home now?”
“That is not an option.”
“What?”
“Come.”
“No,” he protested.
They advanced on him and he heard others coming to join them.
“Just tell me where you are taking me?”
“Off planet.”
“But—“
“No buts. You belong to the Prince and you will do as he orders.”
“Belong… Prince… orders?”
“Actually these are orders from the King. As the Prince’s mate you are to be sent off world for your own safety.”
Kakarott’s jaw fell open as they grabbed a hold of him. He wanted to resist but he knew somehow that it would get him nowhere. He was outnumbered and more than likely out powered. He went along with them wondering where he was going and how he was going to get home.
The word’s ‘Prince’s mate’ were running around in his head. He’d been with the Prince for his deflowering, had something happened? Did that explain why he had been ill? Had that been the Prince who had stormed off? He was still wincing as he moved along with guards. He couldn’t remember what had happened, other than it must have been sex. He wondered if it was worth it.
TBC