Scarred and Beautiful

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Oh yea, my saiyans, though different still have tails. Those little furry appendages are just too cute to get rid of!

Scarred and Beautiful

By: Keaira Akuji

Chapter Six: Connections and Passion

Alexia moaned deep in her throat as he plucked at her nipples. They tightened into buds, pressing into his hands. She had never been touched so, not by anyone. She knew she should stop him. She would, in just one more minute.

Her head fell back against his shoulder as he continued to caress her breasts. His hands were heavily scarred, but the sensation of his rough skin against her made her head swim. His scent surrounded her, enveloping her. He ran one hand down her stomach, caressing her. So firm yet gentle. He ran his hands over her front, down to where her trousers pressed against her skin.

He felt her sharp intake of breath as he traveled his hands lower. He was still unsure why he was doing this. He had whores aplenty that would satisfy his carnal urges. But he could not stop his hands, nor did he really want to. He marveled at her skin, so soft yet hard. Velvet over rock. It was strange in a woman. She was firm, muscles stiffened under his hands. He undid the ties to her trousers and slid them over her hips, taking her undergarments with him. He moved off the couch and joined her on the floor. He ran his hands down the length of her legs, taking her clothes with him. Finally, she was laid out naked in front of him. He bent his head, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking strongly, biting gently with his teeth.

She moaned when his mouth was upon her breast. The heat was spreading through her. He moved up her neck, spreading fire as he went. When he claimed her mouth he stole her breath away, and replaced it with his own. Her head was spinning .She was not sure if it was from lack of oxygen or desire. It flooded her, taking her away her pains and needs and replacing it with want. She wanted him. He finally broke the kiss, moving his mouth back to her neck, nipping the tender area in the crook of her neck and shoulder.

He continued on his descent down her body. His head was roaring, his pulse beating like thunder in his ears. She was driving him crazy, shredding his control. His heart was pounding in his chest. His body was so hard and rigid. He could barely control the urge to grind the bulge in his pants against her. He wanted to be so deep inside her, no one could get him out again. It felt so good, touching her, having her touch him. She looked past his scars and saw the man underneath. The man he wasn’t sure existed anymore. She was making him come alive again. They had just met, hated each other, but she set his blood afire like no one else ever had.

But he had seen her body. He saw the scars. He knew how it felt to be held down, helpless, and people terrorize your body. He had barely made it through. He knew that infection sets in too readily. But she was beautiful to him. He had heard the hurt and pain in her when told him what happened. She felt herself ugly and disfigured, but here, in his arms, he was going to show her how beautiful she could be.

He moved his mouth down to her stomach. Here, he traced the fine white scars that were scattered across her abdomen. On one side a larger scar caught his attention. He ran his tongue over the smooth flesh, bringing another soft gasp out of her. His hands circled her calves stroking the sensitive skin behind her knees. He bent her legs, giving him access to the sensitive skin on her thighs. He spread his fingers wide, trying to reach as much flesh as possible. Her muscular legs made the areas of her thighs very sensitive and he felt her twitch in response to his caresses. He continued the journey until he reached her very center. He rubbed his palm against her heat, cupping her mound.

She arched against his hand, pressing herself more agasint him. She wanted something, she was so very unsure what. She had never allowed this to happen before, but here she was giving herself to a stranger. The same man labeled a monster by the others in the same home. But he was more then that to her. She saw the man beneath. She knew he was just as ashamed of his scars as she, and hers were able to be hidden. She could only imagine what it felt to have to whole world look at you, know something terrible happened to you, but be too afraid to offer comfort. No one would understand. How could you unless you knew what it felt to have a knife or whip slice into your back, your face.

Turles looked at her flesh, spread out like a feast before him. “Open your legs for me Alexia.” He said, his voice husky and thick. He spread her legs wide, taking a response rather than waiting for it. She was not afraid of his dominance, yet more excited by it. He looked at her and drank in the sight of her, wet, flushed, swollen with want. When he touched her intimately, she jerked terribly. He slid his arm across her hips, effectively pinning her down. He inserted one finger inside her, testing her wetness. He rubbed her slick entrance, spreading her wetness over her lips. Another finger joined the first, stretching her tight channel. “You are so tight,” he moaned, “open wider for me.” Again, his hands were rough on her thighs, spreading her legs wider, taking her submission before she could give it to him.

His thumb brushed over her clit, a tight bundle of her endings that left her gasping. He pressed deeply into her. Watching her become more frantic, her head thrashing back and forth. Her hips bucking in time with the thrusts of his fingers. Watching her lose control was more fuel for the fire that ranged deep within him. When he ducked his head down, his tongue following the path of his fingers, she sat up on the floor, gripping his head. Tangling her fingers in his hair, as his mouth worked on her. His lips and tongue moving over her bud, sending her higher and higher. As his teeth scraped gently, she felt herself spiraling out of control. “Let go, Alexia,” he murmured, “I will catch you. Let go. Come for me.” His tongue went from flutters and licks to stabbing. Thrusting deep within her. As his lips closed over her bud, her most sensitive spot, she came apart. Shattering into a million pieces against his mouth. Instead of stopping he continued his tortuous assault with renewed vigor. His fingers added to the rush of sensations. She lifted her head to look at him, she saw the desire and the intense arousal written on his face. His hands were strong and warm, and causing the feeling to build up again. She fought underneath him, afraid of the feelings coiling tighter and tighter within her. He growled in response, and worked harder against her. He removed one of his hands to work his trousers off his hips, letting his huge erection spring free. It seemed to pulse with want and desire. There was a drop of moisture on the blood filled head. He removed his mouth and positioned himself at her entrance.

Sitting back, he wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind him. Her body was withering beneath him, making his balls tighten against him. Her hands grabbed his shoulders, nails digging in. He stood, taking her with him, and placed her on the edge of the couch, sliding her bottom to the edge as he knelt next to the couch. With one long smooth thrust he entered her and froze.

Her cry of pain rang in his ears. Virgin. He could scarely believe it. Why would she give away something she obviously so treasured. He forced himself to remain still until he felt her move underneath him. The slight movement sent shudders running down his spine. She was so tight, her muscle gripping him and releasing him. He pulled back and rammed forward again, driving deep through her tight muscles, burying himself all the way, until his balls touched her. Her gasp and cry were muffled agasint his chest and he pulled back to look down at her. She stared up at him with desire, her eyes hooded and heavy. He needed this. He needed her acceptance of his domination over her. She never once flinched or wince from his appearance as every hard, deep stroke took her higher and higher. He was pounding into her so hard, he had to tighten his grip on her hips. Riding her roughly, he held her thighs apart, pulling her legs wider and higher, not giving an inch.

He rested her ankles on his shoulders and grabbed her hands and pressed them together above her head. Ramming into her body, burying himself deeper and deeper within her velvet heat, trying to get himself so deep she would never be able to get him out again. The lines and scars on his face deepened, standing out as he loomed over her. Her muscles gripped him tighter and tighter. He felt the contractions and the explosion rocket through her body as another orgasm took her. She cried out as her hot rush of warmth sent his own ejaculation tearing through him with such force he shook. Then he clamped his teeth down on her neck, effectively marking her has his.

Instead of tired, he was energic, excited, elated. He pumped his hips several more times, letting her ride out her own orgasm and aftershocks that followed. He removed himself from her body and went over to his dresser, grabbed the basin of water and some cleaning cloths and returned to her. She looked exhausted as he wiped all traces of his seed and her blood. She glanced at him and he saw the regret in her face clear as day.

His lips tightened into thin lines. Her regret and soon rejection stung. She got up from the bed, limping a little and gathered her clothes, not looking at him. “I..I…I,” she stuttered, “I am sorry. I didn’t mean for it to go that far.” Her voice trembled as she held her hand over the bite on her neck.

She was frightened he thought. His anger fled and he walked to her and gathered her up in his arms. “Neither of us meant for it to go that far. But I am not sorry it did. I would want you either way, now I have you. You are mine.”

His arrogance sparked her anger. “You do not have me. I am not yours, I will never be anyone’s. Let’s not make this more than what it was, an accident.” She growled. She was frustrated. How like a man to think women are passions to be owned.

Turles merely smiled at her temper. It had been years since he had felt this way, accepted, calm, excited, happy. He was not going to let her go because she was sour for loosing her virginity. If he had to conquer her again and again till she accepted him as her lover, so be it. He would look forward to the challenge. He had not wanted something so bad in such a long time, he would not give her up so easily.

“I suggest you hurry, Alexia, the hour grow late and my amour doesn’t look any cleaner. Now, perhaps if you submit to me again, I might be lenient…” he said mockingly.

“Go to hell Turles!” she screamed as she shoved herself into her clothing. “No man will claim me! You armor will glisten tomorrow, you’ll see!” With that she stomped over to the door leading to her bedroom and left a smug Turles sitting on his couch with the most mischievous smile.

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