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Dragon Ball Z › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
Chapters:
4
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32
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Ouijsama
Disclaimer: I don't own'em. 'Nuff said.
A/N: I have no excuse but to say that work's kicked my ass royally. But I'm still finishing this fic--I think there's about 2-3 chappies left. Please read n review--it always motivates me to write more!
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Chpt 4 Oujisama
He threw her. So fast and so hard that at first she didn't know that she was hurtling through space. Only realized that she was when she went through a layer of dust and impacted against a soft bed.
His bed.
But that didn't scare her.
The growl did.
***
Watched the woman with a singular intensity that he would later marvel at, even for himself. The slight cherry flush of anticipation...the pink tongue that tasted the air...the light shaking of the ripe, voluptuous body...
So he had a purely Saiyan reaction.
He growled.
The growl escalated until it was nearly deafening, reverberating off the ruined walls to hit the onna in her trembling core. Didn't realize he was growling. Couldn't realize anything past the buring itch in his skin...the terrible fire that prevented him from looking above her crotch. The woman was coughing from the dust of the crumbled wall that he had ki blasted in his haste to bed her. She was slowly backing away from the altered warrior before her, but he didn't care—couldn't care if her very hair were on fire and Frieza had come back from the dead.
He was fucking her.
Tonight.
And from the small “Eep!” she let out after looking into deep, hungry eyes, Vejita knew she finally understood exactly what was going to happen.
“Vejita...”
“Shut. Up.”
Air moved—he moved. Wasted no time. Ripped off housewife contraptions. Yanked off cheap panties. Decided to burn entire wardrobe. Contemplated not buying a new one.
“Vejita—my clothes!”
Ignored her and attacked. The campaign was simple—destroy her defenses and then plunder at will.
Completely underestimated whom he was attacking.
Registered pure surprise as he found himself on his back and a warm mouth devoured his own. Vejita could feel the trembling fingers as they raked down his chest and his abs, moving towards...
NO. He was the Prince—the onna would learn her place.
Liquid fire coursed through dilated veins, but he pushed off the cascading sheets of pleasure in favor of sexually killing the onna. Flipped her back over, licked left middle finger and found familiar back entrance. Invaded it ruthlessly until onna's eyes glazed over and a whimper escaped her throat.
“You will do as I say, or you will not get any of this, do you understand?” Punctuated statement with a sharp stab of the finger, watched the onna hiccup again.
“Y-es! Please...”
Vejita smirked, played with her, tortured her just for his own sadistic little desires until she writhed and moaned and begged to be fucked...Smirked wider at the thought of the wife of the strongest fighter on Earth begging for his dick to slice her...Thought makes him harder than steel and decides to skip foreplay—she had enough the last time. Slicked himself with hot, sticky fluid pouring from between her thighs, watched as her entire body trembles with want and need, as the onna rocks awkwardly on his hand, desperate for more friction, a deeper connection.
“Vejita...Ouijisama...Kami...please...”
“You don't know what you're asking for woman, but I swear you'll never forget it...
Pushes the onna forcefully back on the bed, grasps her hip, angles upwards and thrusts long...deep...hard...
“AH! KAMIIIII!”
The onna's cries are music to his Saiyan ears. Hot velvet warmth radiated from the tight sheath covering burning loins, pleasure—panting, scratching, clawing ecstacy pulling him to pieces before he realizes...
He was only halfway in.
“You're...ungh...tight...ah...onna...”
The onna is making little choked noises in the back of her throat. Vejita smirked, reminded himself to choke her with other things once he came a few times.
Took two more brutal thrusts bury to himself inside. The onna's face contorts into a wide “O,” a cross between a yelp and a moan escaping her flushed face. Struggled to remain conscious as hot liquid fire wraps around and within him. Heard wet slapping noises of his sac against her thighs. Vaguely realized that they're floating. Feels the tingle as he begins to glow, but can't snuff it out, keep them floating, and maintain control all at once. The glow gets brighter, more brilliant, blinding in its intensity as the onna's screams increase in octaves.
She called him Oujisama.
Began to thrust harder, pound faster. A soft body trembles beneath him, but he's beyond caring. Everything in his life was a battle. Frieza. Cell. Kakkarot. Bulma. The woman is hot, willing, yeilding flesh trembling and contorting, surrounding him...swallowing him whole...Thrusts are hard and merciless—the rhythm growing staccatto, but she...
She called him Oujisama.
“O.....ouji....sama....”
Whimper. Hiccup.
“ChiChi...”
Flipped her on his length like a roast and slammed her against hard plaster. Thrust again, hands steadying her hips as he moved deep. Heard her wail—ignored it. Wanted more of it. Was completely enraptured by it. Bit her back, pinched her nipples, finally brought right hand to rub the mini-dick between her legs. Pinched it slightly and felt her spasm and scream, hands clawing against the smooth ceiling.
Moved harder. Moved faster. Felt hot, wet muscles tremble thickly, grip hard. Winced and moved, moved, moved... Can't control transformation and hears woman scream again as ki spikes to SS1, gains an extra inch—everywhere...
“Fuck.”
Hot.
Unyielding.
Unbearable.
“...onegai...oujisama...”
“CHICHI!”
Feels lightheaded as an orgasm to split his body spears him, arching him so hard he pushes the woman into the drywall. Doesn't feel the impact as he drops back to earth, the fucked-unconscious woman landing heavily on top. Doesn't feel it.
Couldn't care.
She called him Oujisama.
He called her ChiChi.
***
A/N: Enter Goku next. This should be interesting...Please feed the review monster! Smooches!
A/N: I have no excuse but to say that work's kicked my ass royally. But I'm still finishing this fic--I think there's about 2-3 chappies left. Please read n review--it always motivates me to write more!
***
Chpt 4 Oujisama
He threw her. So fast and so hard that at first she didn't know that she was hurtling through space. Only realized that she was when she went through a layer of dust and impacted against a soft bed.
His bed.
But that didn't scare her.
The growl did.
***
Watched the woman with a singular intensity that he would later marvel at, even for himself. The slight cherry flush of anticipation...the pink tongue that tasted the air...the light shaking of the ripe, voluptuous body...
So he had a purely Saiyan reaction.
He growled.
The growl escalated until it was nearly deafening, reverberating off the ruined walls to hit the onna in her trembling core. Didn't realize he was growling. Couldn't realize anything past the buring itch in his skin...the terrible fire that prevented him from looking above her crotch. The woman was coughing from the dust of the crumbled wall that he had ki blasted in his haste to bed her. She was slowly backing away from the altered warrior before her, but he didn't care—couldn't care if her very hair were on fire and Frieza had come back from the dead.
He was fucking her.
Tonight.
And from the small “Eep!” she let out after looking into deep, hungry eyes, Vejita knew she finally understood exactly what was going to happen.
“Vejita...”
“Shut. Up.”
Air moved—he moved. Wasted no time. Ripped off housewife contraptions. Yanked off cheap panties. Decided to burn entire wardrobe. Contemplated not buying a new one.
“Vejita—my clothes!”
Ignored her and attacked. The campaign was simple—destroy her defenses and then plunder at will.
Completely underestimated whom he was attacking.
Registered pure surprise as he found himself on his back and a warm mouth devoured his own. Vejita could feel the trembling fingers as they raked down his chest and his abs, moving towards...
NO. He was the Prince—the onna would learn her place.
Liquid fire coursed through dilated veins, but he pushed off the cascading sheets of pleasure in favor of sexually killing the onna. Flipped her back over, licked left middle finger and found familiar back entrance. Invaded it ruthlessly until onna's eyes glazed over and a whimper escaped her throat.
“You will do as I say, or you will not get any of this, do you understand?” Punctuated statement with a sharp stab of the finger, watched the onna hiccup again.
“Y-es! Please...”
Vejita smirked, played with her, tortured her just for his own sadistic little desires until she writhed and moaned and begged to be fucked...Smirked wider at the thought of the wife of the strongest fighter on Earth begging for his dick to slice her...Thought makes him harder than steel and decides to skip foreplay—she had enough the last time. Slicked himself with hot, sticky fluid pouring from between her thighs, watched as her entire body trembles with want and need, as the onna rocks awkwardly on his hand, desperate for more friction, a deeper connection.
“Vejita...Ouijisama...Kami...please...”
“You don't know what you're asking for woman, but I swear you'll never forget it...
Pushes the onna forcefully back on the bed, grasps her hip, angles upwards and thrusts long...deep...hard...
“AH! KAMIIIII!”
The onna's cries are music to his Saiyan ears. Hot velvet warmth radiated from the tight sheath covering burning loins, pleasure—panting, scratching, clawing ecstacy pulling him to pieces before he realizes...
He was only halfway in.
“You're...ungh...tight...ah...onna...”
The onna is making little choked noises in the back of her throat. Vejita smirked, reminded himself to choke her with other things once he came a few times.
Took two more brutal thrusts bury to himself inside. The onna's face contorts into a wide “O,” a cross between a yelp and a moan escaping her flushed face. Struggled to remain conscious as hot liquid fire wraps around and within him. Heard wet slapping noises of his sac against her thighs. Vaguely realized that they're floating. Feels the tingle as he begins to glow, but can't snuff it out, keep them floating, and maintain control all at once. The glow gets brighter, more brilliant, blinding in its intensity as the onna's screams increase in octaves.
She called him Oujisama.
Began to thrust harder, pound faster. A soft body trembles beneath him, but he's beyond caring. Everything in his life was a battle. Frieza. Cell. Kakkarot. Bulma. The woman is hot, willing, yeilding flesh trembling and contorting, surrounding him...swallowing him whole...Thrusts are hard and merciless—the rhythm growing staccatto, but she...
She called him Oujisama.
“O.....ouji....sama....”
Whimper. Hiccup.
“ChiChi...”
Flipped her on his length like a roast and slammed her against hard plaster. Thrust again, hands steadying her hips as he moved deep. Heard her wail—ignored it. Wanted more of it. Was completely enraptured by it. Bit her back, pinched her nipples, finally brought right hand to rub the mini-dick between her legs. Pinched it slightly and felt her spasm and scream, hands clawing against the smooth ceiling.
Moved harder. Moved faster. Felt hot, wet muscles tremble thickly, grip hard. Winced and moved, moved, moved... Can't control transformation and hears woman scream again as ki spikes to SS1, gains an extra inch—everywhere...
“Fuck.”
Hot.
Unyielding.
Unbearable.
“...onegai...oujisama...”
“CHICHI!”
Feels lightheaded as an orgasm to split his body spears him, arching him so hard he pushes the woman into the drywall. Doesn't feel the impact as he drops back to earth, the fucked-unconscious woman landing heavily on top. Doesn't feel it.
Couldn't care.
She called him Oujisama.
He called her ChiChi.
***
A/N: Enter Goku next. This should be interesting...Please feed the review monster! Smooches!