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Pure Evil 5: End of Evil	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4450 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pure Evil 5: End of Evil

By Sefiru

Pairing: K/V

Warnings: NC-17, yaoi, oral, anal,
BDSM, kink, evil

Disclaimer: I own nothing, all belongs to Kakarott.

Katonie: nope, they don�t have
anything better to do. *noms cookies*

Moiira: You can see why I�m ending the series � I�m
out of good villains -_-;

Admiral ShadowWolf: shocking Vegeta-jii is one of Vegeta�s hobbies.

Macha: Raditz�s personality
flowed naturally from a guy who wears armor with no pants. Kakarott is the
refined one of the family ^^

Bikki: Vegeta-jii is in
serious denial.

Zofo: it was supposed to be an unpleasant image. And yes, Oozaru sex coming up.

kit-kit: thank you.

Early update this week; I�m off to the cottage with my
folks.

In this chapter: A rather unusual kink, Macro. If you don�t
know what that is � read on.

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Chapter 5: Full Moon Lemon

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�� Kakarott has
blindfolded me. We lie together in the meadow near our house; the full moon
rises, but I don�t see it. I can feel it, oh yes. Sharp tingles run down my
limbs to my fingers and toes; the fur on my tail fluffs out. Every sound, from
the wind in the grass to a bird�s distant call, becomes louder. The scents in
my nose are clearer, brighter; I smell Kakarott beside me and I�m instantly,
painfully hard.

�� As soon as the
moon has fully cleared the horizon, Kakarott�s ki shifts and he changes to Oozaru. The soft rush of displaced air feels like a
hurricane against my skin. I stand, turn to where I know he is, only to bump
into a furry tree; with a start I realize that it�s Kakarott�s foreleg. It�s
thicker around than my whole body! He moves, picks me up; I lie in his cupped
palms as comfortably as in a leather armchair. I have stood beside him in my
own Oozaru form and I thought I understood his size,
but not like this. He could crush me without a second thought; I wonder what
expression is on his face as he looks at me lying helpless in his hands. In the
face of such overwhelming might, my mind echoes with a single desire: take me. Ravish me. Dominate me.

�� I reach out
blindly toward the sound of his breathing. He lifts me closer to his face, and
my hands encounter the soft fur of his muzzle. He whuffs,
and the warm moist air wraps around me like a blanket. I run my hands over his
muzzle, the cool pad of his nose, his lips. He opens his mouth slightly; his
canines are as long as my hand, tapering from a broad base to a needle-sharp
tip. Suddenly he tips me back in his hands and licks me, one long stroke from
thigh to neck. I cry out as my body momentarily turns to jelly.

�� Kakarott settles
down on the ground and holds me against his shoulder. It seems I will be
allowed to explore him; he always gives me the best presents. I crawl onto his
back, where his satin fur is long enough to practically bury me. I roll in it,
wallow in it, let every inch of my skin feast on his
silken texture. I�m reduced to mewls and whimpers of
pleasure, drowned out by Kakarott�s bone-shaking purr. Whenever I touch a
sensitive spot, I feel his steely muscles shift under me. I travel slowly
downward until I�m lying above his hips. I slide my hand into the crease
between his flank and thigh, and all the fur around me bristles and waves like
grass in the breeze.

�� Out of nowhere
his tail wraps around me. It�s as thick as my biceps, and it holds me like a
jungle python intent on a juicy meal. I can barely move; as I breathe out the
coils squeeze me tight, then slacken to let me breathe
in. It inflames me that even my breathing is subject to his will. I cry out
drunkenly for more; it�s a good thing he never listens to me at times like
this, or he�d end up crushing the life out of me. My good sense went out the
window the moment he changed to Oozaru.

�� He rolls over and sets me down on his chest.
His tail gives me a long caress as it slides slowly off of me; it�s several
seconds before I come back to reality. Lying on his ribs I can feel his purr
all the clearer. I root in his fur with my nose, breathing in his scent and
searching for what I know is there. There � his nipple is just big enough to
fill my mouth. I moan at the mere touch of velvet skin as I take him in. I suck
at him like an infant; his hand comes up to cradle my back. Completely surrounded
by him, I know that no danger in all the universe can
touch me. He tastes of musk and spice and very faintly of milk.

�� Delighted, I
wave my tail behind me, ruffling through Kakarott�s belly fur,
and � that is not his knee I just
bumped into. My pulse, which has slowed during the nursing, starts to race
again. Frozen with wonder, I coil my tail around the head of his shaft. It�s
huge! Bigger around than my thigh, and already slick with
fluids. I crawl slowly backwards until his shaft touches my rear � I
can�t help rubbing the tip against me, though I know it will never fit. Lower,
so that I�m lying between his shaft and his stomach. I put my back against his
fur and wrap my arms and legs around him. His shaft is as long as my torso; my
tail curls around balls as big as my head. I slide trembling hands across his
ridges, his veins, his bulging knots; my tongue laps juices from his broad
head. I whine softly in the back of my throat, barely able to make a sound.

�� He�s
overwhelming. Overpowering. He�s all around me and
it�s still not enough. I press him to me with incoherent growls, hungry for
everything he can give to me. I thrust my tongue into the slit at the end of
his shaft, then dip a finger inside. I hear Kakarott�s
roar; he raises his hand again and clasps me to his flesh, then moves me � up �
and back � I cling on to him, howling as he pleasures himself with my body.

�� And just when I
can stand it no longer, he pulls me off him, rolls over and presses me to the
ground beneath him. He pulls off my blindfold; silver moonlight hits my eyes,
and in an instant I change to my Oozaru form. Almost
in the same moment, Kakarott thrusts his cock into me. My mouth drops open in a
silent scream; he rides me hard, holding the back of my neck in his teeth. At
last I have my fill of him. His ridged, knotted flesh brings me rapidly to the
edge of passion; as I tremble on the brink, he pours gallons of scalding hot
seed into me. It�s more than enough to finish me off.

�� I come back to
myself laid out on the grass, with Kakarott�s furry bulk curled around me. The
full moon hangs high above us. I reach up to lick him on the nose: < I guess
you want to go and greet your subjects? >

�� < I want to
show them that I�m not a wild animal � >

�� < Yes you
are. >

�� He nips me on
the ear. < That I�m not feral, then. And it�s a way to pass the time until
you�re ready for round two. >

�� There�s more? My
tail ruffles at the thought, but I�m still far too sated to think about doing
it again. So he�s right, as usual. Besides, this way I can show off my
just-fucked ass to every Saiyan on the planet and
gloat that I have the best mate in the whole damn universe. < let�s go. > �

***

Oozaru have more fun.

Next week I�ll be starting a story over in Main Anime, called
Survivor: Schwartz. If you like Weiss Kreuz, or you�d like to try something new, please check it out.

Next chapter: more of what passes for a plot around here. Koshubu the dragon sticks his nose in.
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