Desecration: Feral | By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4692 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Desecration: Feral
By Sefiru
Summary: Goku has gone feral and is living in the forest …
and now it’s mating season.
Warnings: NC-17, yaoi, anal.
Actually pretty tame considering the source material ^^;
Pairing: Vegeta x Goku
Disclaimer: I own Dragonball only
in my freams and Akira Toriyama’s
nightmares. Thank you to Vixen for letting me use her story idea.Quin:
things are heading that way, that’s for sure.
kit-kit: you’ve been reading these things long enough
to know.
Admiral ShadowWolf: I see you’re hooked. I like Feral
Goku too … though he makes for short storylines.
Zofo: yes, you are greedy. Don’t be sad, it’s not
like I’m going to stop writing entirely …
In this chapter: the lemony finale.
***
Chapter 5: Saiyans Gone Wild
***
Vegeta purred
with contentment. The late afternoon sun shone into the den he shared with
Kakarott, warming it. They had hunted well today; sweet dinosaur meat filled
his stomach, and he had a marrowbone in his hand to gnaw. Kakarott lay draped
on the tree just across from him, basking in the sunlight.
His lifestyle
had changed out of all recognition in the past few months. It seemed to have
done him good; he felt healthier than he ever had in his life, and his tail had
grown back not a week after joining Kakarott here. His temper had mellowed out,
and there were some days when he didn’t feel irritated at all – a virtual
miracle. Perhaps that had to do with not being weighed down by all the things
he thought he needed. Here he never thought about being ‘nice’ or absurd human
manners. He rarely wore clothes, and went for days without saying a word …
except, that is, for his reading. Kakarott seemed to really enjoy hearing him
read from his collection of Saiyan books – which was
odd, because the feral Saiyan hadn’t understood that
language even before. Perhaps it brought back memories from his early infancy
or something. In any case, the reading served as mental exercise for Vegeta as
well, so he didn’t mind.
The porn
novels Shenron had included turned out to be useful:
they contained so many ideas for activities. So far, Vegeta had taken Kakarott
on a sandbar in a raging river, on a tree branch, after stalking him through
long grass and in the rain. And he was only halfway through the first volume!
He didn’t always get so imaginative, of course; sometimes he preferred to
simply have his fill of his mate’s luscious body.
As the sun
slipped under the horizon, he called to Kakarott: “Whurff.”
He was no longer embarrassed to make such noises; he needed no more to get his
point across. Kakarott unwrapped himself from his branch and jumped over to
him, and they settled into their bearskin nest. The last Vegeta had heard,
Trunks had appropriated his old bed; both he and Goten
came by often, wearing fewer and fewer clothes each time, and Goten had started marking out a territory adjacent to his
father’s. Kakarott still would not allow anyone else near his land, and the
King of Earth had declared it a natural preserve as a favor to his old friend.
Kakarott started grooming Vegeta’s hair; he purred. He could see his future
before him, and he was satisfied with it.
He reached
around and groomed his mate in turn. Kakarott churred
with pleasure; Vegeta scratched him behind the ears. A sable tail thumped
against his ribs, and he turned his attention to it; he took its base firmly in
his hand and squeezed all the way down to the end. Then he went over it again
gently, grooming it, which caused Kakarott to melt into the furs and push his
hips against him. Vegeta swelled with pride and possessive affection. He’d come
to appreciate the guileless sensuality of his mate; he still hated Goku, but Goku was dead, and this
feral Saiyan was everything he wanted.
He saw Kakarott try to rub his cock on
the furs, and leaned over to give him a reproving nip. He, Vegeta, would decide
what pleasure to give his mate. He straddled Kakarott’s prone body and
continued to scatter nips and licks across his back, while his hands were still
occupied with his tail. Kakarott’s scent rose to his nostrils; his skin heated,
his heartbeat thundered in his ears. He devoured his mate’s body with his lips
and with all five of his limbs, his growls mixing with Kakarott’s moans. The cool
air on his cock became an annoyance; he wanted the heat of Kakarott’s flesh
around him.
Soon he reached
for the bamboo pot full of grease, which had become a permanent fixture in
their den. First he prepared his cock, and then slid his fingers into his
mate’s hole. He smirked as Kakarott yelped, then purred and squirmed around
him. The feral Saiyan seemed unable to keep still
under his teasing fingers, writhing and flopping and eventually turning all the
way over. One arm reached out to pull them together; Kakarott whined at him,
and his eyes showed how needy he was. Vegeta grinned, whurffed
again, and sheathed himself at last.
Iron-hard
muscle gripped him, and he roared with pleasure. At moments like this he was as
feral as Kakarott, with all rational thought removed, his senses full of the Saiyan under him. He plowed relentlessly into that fiery
body with enough force to break human bones, and Kakarott panted and whined for
more. He had more; he flared to Super Saiyan and used
all his unnatural power to ram into his mate’s body. Kakarott purred, roared
and finally came screaming Vegeta’s name. The sight was as hot as ever; Vegeta
bellowed as his seed shot out of him in a jet of flame.
His hair faded
to black. He pulled out and curled up around his mate, who was already half
asleep, exhausted. This was the life that a Saiyan
should live.
***
And so we wave goodbye to the Responses to Desecration, for
good this time. This chapter is pretty short even for me, but I think it makes
a fitting end; “Feral” hasn’t been as deep or as broad as some of my other
stories, just a little bit of fluff.
So what’s next? Well, you can check my profile for my
writing queue … but my next story in this section, starting in two weeks, will be Pure Evil 5.
And if your first thought was to mark your calendar … you’re
weird. I know there are some of you out there.
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