Tease

Pairing: PanxBraxMarron
Warning: Yuri, threesome, smut
Notes: Takes place years after GT (i.e – all grown up now)

Tease

Sometimes Marron was jealous of Pan and Bra's Saiyan heritage. It was true that she was from a fighting family as well, but she didn't have the potential to grow her strength like the two younger girls.

These feelings didn't come very often. Most of the time Marron was happy to just browse the mall, go to the movies or sit and read a girly magazine. But, all the same, those feelings did come. And when they did, they were strong.

Marron would try to indulge herself in her normal activities to chase these feelings away, but they kept worrying at her, un-resentful and impatient.

Then, at last, those feelings had won. Marron had promptly thrown down her magazine, stormed to the window and flung it open. She had enough power and knowledge on how to use it to fly, her mother had made sure of that. A little shaky, for she had not practiced much, she glided out of her bedroom and into the clouds to find the two part-Saiyan females.

That was how she had ended up like this. How exactly, she wasn't sure. It was all lost in her hazed mind. But she didn't care, with her skirt pushed up and her panties yanked down, hanging off one ankle, and Bra between her legs. She wasn't quite sure what she was doing with her tongue, but it was causing some sort of spark to jolt through her body.

Bra's top had been thrown aside, her skirt on top of it. The sort of outfit that suggested she was some sort of teaser. And so she was. She took her time. Feeling. Touching. Kissing. Seeing what would make Marron squirm and whimper. Anything that would make her hips buck and a sharp gasp escape her lips made Bra giggle and make a mental note to go back to that place later.

Marron was sure that Bra was so slow and teasing on purpose. She was becoming impatient, but not in any position of control.

The building heat and tension in her body was bad enough without Pan doing her fair share of exploring. There was something about those fingers. They knew exactly where to go to make Marron's nerves jump. At the point where her neck met her chin. Just above her breasts. Around her stomach. They too took their time exploring Marron, leaving her breathing heavily and feeling that she may explode with the pent-up, building feeling.

But, as much as such slow actions frustrated her, they felt so damn good. So Marron clenched her teeth, yet failed to hold in the whimpers that slipped so easily from her throat. She lay her head back on Pan's lap and saw the clouds above them, somewhat hazy through half-closed eyes.

Those fingers glided lower. Fingertips lightly drummed over her stomach as they passed and Pan laughed briefly at the game. They continued to slide down Marron's body. Her breathing was becoming heavier, but then Bra took hold of Pan's fingers. She brought them to her lips and kissed the fingernails. Raising herself up, steadying herself with one arm, she pulled Pan gently towards her.

Their lips met and Marron saw it through eyes that still weren't completely open. She could visualise the tails they might have, caressing each others fur as they weaved around each other.

One of the tails slid down and began to touch her again. It was only when something made Marron's body jerk that she realised it was Bra's hand.

Pan shifted, gently easing Marron's head into the grass and kneeling upwards so that she could turn her attention to Bra's body. Her tongue travelled almost the same path that her fingers had above Marron's breasts. Then went down, circling and running over erect nipples.

Then Marron's head cleared enough to remember why she had followed them in the first place and saw an opportunity. Reaching up, she began to undo the button and zip on Pan's trousers. In her hurry, her fingers fumbled, but she quickly accomplished her task.

Pan looked down and, seeing what Marron was doing and guessing her intentions, smiled at her. Then turned most of her attention back to Bra. One hand came down and helped Marron pull the material down to bunch around her knees.

Gripping Pan's bare hips, Marron pulled herself up. She poked out her tongue. Hesitated. Then gathered her nerves and tasted.

Pan's gasp was more delicious than anything she would have thought of.

She went again, her confidence growing as she experimented and explored. Marron wasn't as slow and confident as Bra had been. Instead she was somewhat more hurried, yet also unsure to go deeper than she dared. But, judging from the way Pan moaned and how her body quivered, Marron guessed that she wasn't doing too badly.

Suddenly she came to an abrupt halt, gasping and jerking as Bra's fingers closed around something inside her. They squeezed, rubbed, and brought Marron to her mercy. Bra's hand shifted ever so slightly to rub her palm against Marron as well.

She didn't know what it was but all of a sudden that haze was back. Marron wasn't whimpering anymore but moaning and crying out as Bra moved her fingers and pushed her palm. She was only just aware that she was still gripping Pan's hips to stay up. Her eyelids flickered and she briefly caught the sight of blood drops coming from where her fingernails gripped flesh.

Whatever Bra was doing continued. Heat grew. Then Marron screamed and her body began to quiver.

Bra's hand withdrew and suddenly the world started to come back into focus again. Her eyes flickered open again and this time her mind registered that she was making Pan bleed.

"Sorry," Marron gasped as she let go of Pan's hips, allowing herself to fall back into the grass. "I couldn't ... well ... you know."

"Knowing those hands," Pan looked at Bra with a grin as she spoke. "I can understand. You did well."

Bra smiled. "You should come training with us more often."

END