Legend

Chapter warning: NC-17. Lime yaoi, lemon m/f relationships.
Not exactly PWP (plot what plot) because it sets up the conflict. But
you can safely skip this chapter by going to the bottom
and reading the synopsis.

Disclaimer: see Prologue

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Legend: Conflict

One subtle lift of my finger and the steward refills his goblet. Kakarotto
is getting that sexy heavy-lidded look he gets when he’s had one
too many. One arm is thrown over the back of his chair and he’s slumped,
one leg tucked under the seat, the other splayed out. It’s only a
matter of time now.

He’s looking at me over the rim of his goblet and my heart leaps
into my throat. I can’t wait much longer, so I snap my finger and
the servants instantly vanish. They’ll talk. I don’t care.

I move around behind him and put my hands on his shoulders, kneading his
sore muscles. I can feel the movement of the sinews under my fingers,
and I slide both my hands up the sides of his neck. The pulse in his throat
is slow and steady but quickens under my touch. I press up against the
back of his chair and push my hands into his thick hair, burying my face
in it, then run my hands down his face to his chest.

“Kakarotto.” My voice is muffled by his hair. He wraps his hand
around mine and pulls me around to the front. My heart feels like it’s
going to jump out of my chest as I straddle his lap and our lips meet.
His mouth is hungry, and he’s a little drunk, but I know what a ride
I’ll get when he’s in this condition.

“Aishiteru,” I whisper and kiss him from his ear to his chin
then press my lips against his neck. I kiss him gently, lulling him into
relaxation. His arms are loose around me and his head is thrown back.
Now, I can mark him as mine.


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(Kakarotto)

I feel his lips move over my neck and I begin to drift off in the peaceful
sweetness of it.

“Vejita, koibito,” I say and my tongue feels a little thick.
In the far recesses of my brain, thank Kami, I feel the scrape of sharp
teeth as they bear down on my throat. In a flurry of motion, I grab a
fistful of his hair and yank his head back.

His face is fearful as I maintain my grip on his hair, and I find that
I’m snarling at him.

“You tried to mark me!”

“K-kakarotto,” he whispers hoarsely. I push him away and rise
to my feet forcing him to scramble off my lap. He backs up against the
table and he’s growling, but I sense his fea
“You’re mine,” he hisses, but the anger isn’t there.
I can smell his fear now — not of me, but of losing me. Tonight he
has.

“I belong to no one,” I say and he shrinks at the coldness in
my voice. My sneer causes him to shrink even more. I turn and leave.


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(Nashika)

I don’t know what possessed me to leave the barracks when I did at
this late hour. The other Saiya-jin women weren’t all that happy
to see another among their ranks. In some ways, the women are far more
dangerous than the men — a good many fights break out over jealousy,
leaving death and destruction in its wake.

But no one has bothered me. I simply can’t sleep in a strange place
and a strange bed. I find the kitchen and get a drink. I have to pass
through a common hall to reach the women’s barracks and as I do,
I hear someone approaching.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the woman with the secret.”

He stops and leans against the wall, partly for support I suspect, for
he seems a little drunk. Somehow he’s sexier this way. His eyes are
bright and full of lust as he looks me over. I note that he already has
an erection, and I wonder what has happened. Surely just running into
me hasn’t caused this. But a moment later, I’m just as sure
that he expects me to take care of it. He backs me up against the wall
and puts both hands flat against it.

Fortunately for him, seeing him aroused has aroused me as well, and even
though I know it’s not a wise idea, I’m not feeling particularly
wise tonight.

He leans down and kisses me roughly along my jawline and captures my mouth
hungrily. He slips his tongue in and we wage war for dominance, but I
let him win because it suits me to, and I’m melting against him!
The sexual tension we felt e foe fought this afternoon comes flooding
back. I want him. Badly.

The feel of his rough hands on my skin causes shivers to crawl up my spine.
He scoops me into his arms and carries me back to his quarters. Neither
of us care if anyone sees us, and he shuts the door, letting me drop to
my feet. I twine my arms around his neck and we devour each other as he
backs me up to his bed.

Kakarotto strips clo clothes off then pulls mine off impatiently. Our
naked bodies strain against each other as we drop to his bed, rolling,
roughly touching and kissing each other.

I revel in the feel of his muscles under my hands, the rolling of the
sinews as his hands and shoulders move. His body is perfect. The shaggy
mane of hair tickles my skin and I bury my hands in it. His mouth is working
magic on my nipples and I grab a fistful of his hair, groaning.

“General...”

He raises his head and smiles. “Kakarotto tonight, koi,” he
says and captures my lips with his. My tail lies against the bed, swishing
back and forth. But then I feel his tail coil around mine and ruffle the
fur. I cry out in delight. I had never felt anything like that before!
Pure sensation washes up my spine and straight into my skull; I haze to
white.

He’s on to me me now, pushing his knees between my legs, and I feel
his hot length slide against my thigh. I open up to him and he enters
me in one savage thrust that buries himself deep inside me. I gasp and
arch against the invasion, but the sensation is ecstasy. His tail continues
to stroke mine and his thrusts are slow. I feel like I’m outside
my body, not believing that such pleasure ca fou found in this realm.

I’m on sensation overload — his mouth is moving over my face,
neck, shoulders. His rough hands slide along my sides and under my butt
where he kneads my ass cheeks and pulls me up against him in time to his
thrusts. His tail uncoils from mine and he runs the tip under my nose
where I’m awash in his scent. His thrusts become harder and his warm
breath is ragged against my skin.

“Nashika,” he whispers hoarsely, and raises up on his palms,
thrusting faster and harder until he cries out in release. I’m moments
behind him, the sight and sound of his orgasm sending me over the edge.

When he’s done, he collapses on top of me, burying his face in my
neck. As his ragged breathing begins to even out, I wonder if he’s
fallen asleep, but he stirs and comes up on his forearms to look down
into my face.

His expression surprises me. There’s wonder and something else I
can’t quite name. And fear. I want to aks him what he’s afraid
of, but think better of it. This is General Kakarotto. I can’t imagine
his being afraid of anything.

We gaze at each other and wonder what just happened, because from this
moment on, I feel that nothing will ever be the same again. And I know
he feels it, too. I touch his handsome face, laying my palm along the
side. When he closes his eyes and turns his head to kiss it, I know what
it is. We’ve somehow gone beyond the sex into something deeper.

Kakarotto pulls out of me slowly and rolls off to his side, propping his
head up on his palm. With one finger, he traces the contours of my

and then slides it down my chin and neck to my breast, where he encircles
one nipple.

“You can’t stay,” he says quietly.

I nod. “I know.”

“I want you to.”

I smile. “I know.”

He leans down and kisses me tenderly, then we both rise and I begin pulling
on my clothes. He puts on baggy bottoms and takes me in his arms as we
head for his door. I splay my fingers across his broad chest and feel
the hard defined muscles. My breath catches in my throat and I look up
at his half-smiling face. We share another kiss and then his hand is on
the door handle and the door is opening.

We come face to face with Prince Vejita.

continued....







Synopsis: Kakarotto has dinner with the prince,
who fills him full of wine and then attempts to mark him as his mate.
But the general isn’t that far gone and leaves in a fury, leaving
an angry and unfulfilled prince to stew.

On his way back to his quarters, he runs into Nashika, who has had trouble
sleeping in a strange place. Because he’s still aroused, he takes
her back to his room where she willingly makes love to him. But when she
begins to leave, they open the door to find that the prince is at the
door, thus setting up the conflict to come.