Passion and Possession

style=\'color:black\'>Serenestorm

style=\'color:black\'>Passion and Possession

style=\'color:black\'>One Shotter

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style=\'color:black\'>Disclaimer:  Don’t own, never did, never will. 

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style=\'color:black\'>I know one thing and one thing only. 

style=\'color:black\'>I want him. 

style=\'color:black\'>I crave him with every fiber of my being and have for a
long time, ever since I can remember.  I watch him now, as he moves along
with the rest of the bodies at this stupid party my mother has forced me to
attend, said I had no choice since Capsule Corp was hosting it.  He’s
losing himself to the music, which is up beat, gyrating, hips undulating to the
melody. 

style=\'color:black\'> Dende, I love
him. 

style=\'color:black\'> He is the only
reason I came, regardless of my mother’s insistence.  I am my father’s
child, I wouldn’t have come; no one could have made me come, had I not wanted
to.  And I did, so I dressed in flowing black silk that seemed to
illuminate the alabaster of my skin and the blueness of my eyes and hair. 
I look like the princess my father’s always telling me I am. 

style=\'color:black\'>Yes, I came only to see him. 

style=\'color:black\'>I wanm tom to see me too. 

style=\'color:black\'>Yet he never even turns to me as he sways to the beat, not
dancing with anyone, even though two women (or sluts as I would refer to them
as) are all up on him.  He doesn’t seem to notice them though.  I
stand against an isolated wall alone, as I want to be, for some reason. 

style=\'color:black\'>I can spot Pan, my best friend, dancing with her latest
squeeze.  She flashes me a quizzical look, probably wondering why I am not
dancing myself, for usually I live to party.  If only she knew I’m
standing here watching her father with lustful eyes and a seductive smile. 
I wonder what she would think then, if she knew how I felt. 

style=\'color:black\'>I really don’t care. 

style=\'color:black\'>She really shouldn’t blame me.  How could she? 
Didn’t she know that her father just radiated sensuality?  I don’t know
why her crazy bitch of a mother left him.  Videl
had to be nuts. 

style=\'color:black\'>He still hasn’t noticed me watching him.  He is
covered in black. 

class=GramE>Black jeans that hug him in all the right
places, a black silk shirt, black boots. 

style=\'color:black\'>His tail is wrapped securely around his waist and his wild
black hair sways with his movements.  He had let it grow out since class=SpellE>Videl left him.  It looks now just as it di the the
pictures I’ve seen of him as a boy.  He was handsome then as well but he’s
absolutely edible now.  I want to consume him and I’m tired of waiting
really, the shit is getting boring.  I’m tired of wanting, never to
have. 

style=\'color:black\'>Fuck all of it.

style=\'color:black\'>Fuck it all, Gohan. 

style=\'color:black\'>You’re mine, whether you realize it or not, you are
mine.  And Bra Vegeta Briefs always gets what
she wants.

style=\'color:black\'>I walk slowly toward him, one song has ended and another
has begun.  One of my favorites actually and it only fuels my
determination.

style=\'color:black\'>Gohan Son, you are mine.

style=\'color:black\'>“Dance with me”.  I say when I approach him.  He
jumps at my voice, seems as though I’ve startled him. 

style=\'color:black\'>That’s good. 

style=\'color:black\'>I want him jumpy. 

style=\'color:black\'>“What did you say, Princess?”  He smiles down at me
warmly, like I’m his daughter or something. And I glower at the little nickname
he has for me.  He’s called me that ever since I was a child.

style=\'color:black\'>I’m not a child any more, Gohanstyle=\'color:black\'>, I want to say.  I’m a grown damn woman, 20 years
old for Dende’s sake. 

style=\'color:black\'>But I don’t say anything; instead I’ll show him.

style=\'color:black\'>“I said dance with me, Son.”  He smiles again, that
irritating smile, and takes me into his arms.  Even though he holds me as
he would his mother or my mother.  I push myself tighter into his embrace
and he stiffens for a moment.

style=\'color:black\'>“Relax, I don’t bite”.  I say smirking. 

style=\'color:black\'>I rest my head on his chest and feel his arms hesitantly
wrap around me.  I can’t even hide my sigh of pleasure.  It feels so
good just to be held by him.  He moves unsurely, not knowing exactly what
to think.  I can hear his heartbeats, which have sped up, and his scent
makes me want to take him, right here, right now.  I reach down and stroke
the base of his tail and his hips instinctively grind into mbsp;bsp; He lets
out a moan that is drowned out by the music but not before it reaches my
ears. 

style=\'color:black\'>And I smile. 

style=\'color:black\'>When he comes to his senses he pushes me away and looks at
me as if he’s seeing me for the first time.  He’s blushing profusely and I
can smell his arousal.  His tail is wagging anxiously behind him.

style=\'color:black\'>I smirk up at him.

style=\'color:black\'>“Bra, what do you think you are doing?”  He asks
sounding a little breathless. 

style=\'color:black\'>Shit, I thought it was obvious.  Well the Sons are
known for their naïveté.

style=\'color:black\'>“You should know what I am doing, Son.  You are forty
years old”. 

style=\'color:black\'>Damn, I didn’t realize it until I said it. 

style=\'color:black\'>I’m trying to seduce a man twice my age, even though he
only looks a couple of years older than me.  Another reason class=SpellE>Videl left him.  He as well as the other class=SpellE>Saiyajins, demi or full blooded,
is long lived.  My father is over sixty but doesn’t look a day over
thirty. 

style=\'color:black\'>“I know how old I am.  The question is, do you?” 

style=\'color:black\'>I don’t answer that.

style=\'color:black\'>Instead I say, “We need to talk”.

style=\'color:black\'>He nods like he figures I need help or something, which I
do, just not the kind he wants to offer… yet.

style=\'color:black\'>“Come with me”.  I say and grab his hand.

style=\'color:black\'>I pull him off the jammed floor and lead him from the
ballroom.

style=\'color:black\'>“Where are we going?”  He asks perhaps beginning to
question my intentions. 

class=GramE>“Somewhere, somewhere to talk.style=\'color:black\'>  It’s too loud at the party.  I want you to hear
me, Son”.  He says nothing else, accepting my explanation.  And I
began to marvel at how naïve Gohan is.  He’s got to know that I want to do
way more than talking.  Damn, he’s definitely Goku’s
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style=\'color:black\'>I lead him into the living room, no matter how innocent
Gohan appears to be, a bedroom would be a dead give away.

class=GramE>“Now what iss als all about, Bra?”style=\'color:black\'>  He asks standing in front of me.  Damn, I have
to stop myself from just jumping him. Just looking at him makes me
burn.  

style=\'color:black\'>“Sit down”.  I say instead of answering him, motioning
to the couch.  He does so and I stand in front of him.

style=\'color:black\'>“Are you going to tell me?”

style=\'color:black\'>“No”… I answer as I quickly straddle his lap.

style=\'color:black\'>“But I’ll be more than happy to show you.”

style=\'color:black\'>I grab his tail quickly before he can push me off of him,
‘cause let’s face it; I know he’s stronger than me.  Hell, he’s the
strongest in the universe.  I squeeze his tail, painfully at first, until
I hear him whimper. 

style=\'color:black\'>“Accept it, Gohan Son, you are mine”.  I say as I
soothe the offended appendage. 

style=\'color:black\'>“I’m your princess, you can’t deny me”. 

style=\'color:black\'>Hell, I am his princess, the Saiyajin no class=SpellE>Hime.  He is mine by right.   He is perfect,
in body as well as power, and I deserve no less. 

class=GramE>“Bra”.style=\'color:black\'>  He says between moans of pleasure and gasps of pain.

style=\'color:black\'>“Stop this”.  He shivers, his lips part as he sigh his
pleasure.  I lean forward and whisper two words in his ear.

style=\'color:black\'>“Make me”.  I then take his ear lobe into my mouth and
bite it softly.

style=\'color:black\'>“Please, Bra, stop”.  

style=\'color:black\'>The scent of his arousal grows as I again squeeze his tail
and catch his cry in my mouth when I kiss him.  I stick my tongue into his
mouth and nearly climax.  He tastes so sweet, so very sweet.  I toy
with his tongue as he withers between agony and bliss, for as I squeeze his
tail I stroke it, I know arousing him even farther. 

style=\'color:black\'>I am a Saiyajin, my sense of smell is acute, and so I can
smell his desire.  But even if I couldn’t smell it, I can surely fill it,
pressed against the apex between my legs, straining against his jeans.  He
wants me; he just doesn’t know it yet.  And he will have me tonight. 

style=\'color:black\'>I carefully stroke his tail from base to tip and began to
unzip his pants with my other hand. 

style=\'color:black\'>Gohan moans as I cup his hardness, taking it out of the
confines of his pants and boxers. 

style=\'color:black\'>“I want you”.  I whisper in his ear.  He places
his hands on my bottom, pitching, squeezing. 

style=\'color:black\'>I quit my ministrations, just to see what he’s going to
do.  Will he push me away from him and leave or will he complete what I’ve
started? 

style=\'color:black\'>The ball is in his court now.

style=\'color:black\'>He looks intensely into my eyes and I wait for him to
speak, to say something. 

style=\'color:black\'>His face is inches from my own.  If I wanted to I
could lick his lips, already I feel his breaths tickling across my face; the
breaths he’s trying to slow. 

style=\'color:black\'>We sit there for what seem like hours, just looking at each
other, me waiting, him thinking. 

style=\'color:black\'>He gently places his hand on my cheek, cupping it, and so
softly his lips caress my own. 

style=\'color:black\'>“Are you sure about this?”  He asks. 

style=\'color:black\'>“Are you sure this is what you want?” 

style=\'color:black\'>He then takes his hand from my cheek and places it on my
breast.  I lean into his touch, wishing I could feel his hand on my bare
skin.

style=\'color:black\'>“Isn’t it obvious, Son?  I’m the one that instigated
this in the first place.”

style=\'color:black\'>I say rolling my eyes.

style=\'color:black\'>He smirks.  He slips one spaghetti strap off my
shoulder, then the other. 

style=\'color:black\'>“No bra, ?” 

style=\'color:black\'>He asks raising an eyebrow. 

style=\'color:black\'>“No underwear.”  I answer.

style=\'color:black\'>I pull away from him and stand before him.  He looks
at me curiously.

style=\'color:black\'>“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere”.  I say smiling
down at him.

style=\'color:black\'>I unzip my dress and let it fall.  I now stand before
him naked, as naked as the day I was born.

style=\'color:black\'>I can’t help but feel self-conscious, wondering what he
thinks of me.

style=\'color:black\'>“You’re beautiful”.  He says and quickly takes me into
his arms.  Somewhere along the way he losses his
clothing and we are both sprawled across the couch, touching and kissing wherever
there is skin.  He’s lying on top of me and I can feel his erection at my
opening. 

style=\'color:black\'>“Is it too late for me to say I’ve never done this before”?

style=\'color:black\'>I ask, suddenly apprehensive.

style=\'color:black\'>“We can stop.  We should stop”.  He says staring
down at me.  He moves, perhaps to get up, but there’s no way I can let
him.  I’ve wanted him forever and I’ve waited so long for this
night.  I wrap my legs around his waist pushing him back onto me.

style=\'color:black\'>“It’s too late to stop, Gohan, much too late”.  I grab
his tail, kneading it softly; the way I know will make him moan.  Perhaps,
that wasn’t the smartest thing for me to do, for he grinds into me, harshly
pushing his way inside of nbspnbsp; I cry out from the pain.  I never knew
it would hurt that bad.  It’s a good thing that the ballroom is in the
west wing and we are in the north, so there’s no way anyone could have heard
me.  At least I hope not.

style=\'color:black\'>Gohan continues to push down into me, and the pain begins
to fade.  Pleasure comes to me in such intensity that I began to scream his
name as if it’s a mantra.

style=\'color:black\'>He reaches down and kisses me, possibly to quiet my
squeals.  I wrap my arms around his neck and began to move with him, class=GramE>undulating my hips in sequence to his thrust.  Though
my mind is hazed with pleasure, I know it is now time to initiate the next and
last stage of my plan. 

style=\'color:black\'>Like I said before, Gohan Son is mine. 

style=\'color:black\'>I didn’t go through all the trouble of seducing him for
just one night of pleasure.  So as I feel his pace began to quicken, I
make my move.  I reach down and again stroke his tail, causing him to set
an even faster pace.  He mutters my name incoherently and buries his head
in my shoulder. 

class=GramE>“Gohan”.style=\'color:black\'>  I mumble. 

style=\'color:black\'>I bite down hard into his neck drawing blood and I feel him
do the same.  My orgasm comes crashing into me like a tidal wave as I
soothe his wound.

style=\'color:black\'>Mine.

style=\'color:black\'>I hear him howl in ecstasy, as he follows me over the
edge. 
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class=GramE>“Oh Dende”.style=\'color:black\'>  I hear him say. 

style=\'color:black\'>I’m sure he feels my mark, just as I feel his, burning
pleasantly against my neck.

style=\'color:black\'>“Dende can’t help you now, Gohan”.  I whisper.  “No
one can reverse a bonding”. 

style=\'color:black\'>He collapses on top of me, laying his head on my
chest.  I can hear his breathing slowing and know he’s falling
asleep.  I feel myself joining him and soon I too fall into a sea of
memories. 

class=GramE>His memories.style=\'color:black\'>

style=\'color:black\'>The sunlight shining through the bay window wakes me. 
I feel warm yet empty.  I have to force myself to open my eyes.  A
blanket is thrown across me but I’m naked underneath. 

style=\'color:black\'>Why am I naked? 

style=\'color:black\'>My dress is lying own the floor almost under the couch.

style=\'color:black\'>Couch, I’m not in my room?style=\'color:black\'>

style=\'color:black\'>It suddenly all comes back to me.

style=\'color:black\'>Last night I slept with Gohan.

style=\'color:black\'>Last night I marked him.  I reach up to feel my neck.

style=\'color:black\'>He marked me as well and the mark is still there.

style=\'color:black\'>I can’t believe it; Gohan and I are mated.

style=\'color:black\'>Now that I think about it, I can sense his presence, in my
mind even though his ki is far from my house. 

style=\'color:black\'>I can feel his confusion, his self-anger, and his passion,
even his love. 

style=\'color:black\'>I gather my blanket around me and get up.  I can’t
believe how wobbly I feel when I stand.  I know I need to make it to my
room before my parents or brother see me this way.  I can’t help but feel
sad that Gohan left.  I know he will return though.  If what father says
about Saiyajin bonding is true, he will have to return sooner or later. 
He won’t be able to stay away from me long.  When I reach my room, I go
directly to the shower, not wanting to wash Gohan’s
scent off of me, but knowing it’s for the best that I do.  I don’t want my
father and brother to find out about this bond yet.  At least not until I
talk to Gohan first. 

style=\'color:black\'>I let the scalding hot water beat down upon me.  The
temperature really has no effect on me.  I can still feel the places Gohan
kissed me, the places he touched me.  I feel myself becoming aroused
again. 

style=\'color:black\'>Last night was better any of my dreams.

style=\'color:black\'>I don’t have to dream anymore though, for Gohan is truly
mine. 

style=\'color:black\'>The sooner he accepts that the better.

style=\'color:black\'>After all, I won fair and square.

Unconventional pairing that’s becoming
more and more conventional lately.
There still isn’t enough of this pairing out there though.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Anyway, review and let me know what you
think.