Dark Desire
Dark Desire
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Dark Desire
Chapter One
Spoiled Rotten
That blue-haired onna was spoiled rotten; there was no doubt
about it. Everyone gravitated towards
her, to be in her sphere. She was
beautiful, smart and rich, everyone wanted to be her, and since they couldn’t
be her then they wanted to be near her.
To bask in her light.
It makes me sick. How
could one person have so much? She has
never known a day of darkness, or pain.
The closest she ever came is when I came to her world and killed her
friends. The only fear she felt was when
she was on Namek. All of that was thanks
to me. I smirk at the thought.
fear when she is near me. Oh, she hid it
well, but it was there. It was a fragrance
that was sweet to me, with a hint of saltiness from her perspiration.
I am near.
I can hear her when she thinks I not near.
reason for her not to be happy. She had
everything. She was loved and
protected. I wonder what that feels
like. I quickly shake off the thought as
insignificant.
I had begun to watch her more and more closely in the last
year. At first I had avoided everyone in
the household. Being near them makes my
skin crawl. She drew my attention
though, with her sparkling eyes and quick wit.
Not that she ever displayed that with me.
The more I watched her the more my anger built.
that gave her all that money could buy and a mate that doted on her, even if he
was whipped.
I would watch them interact sometimes.
high. It was sickening really, how he
bowed to that female. Sometimes, when he
was at his most pathetic I would see something in the back of the onna’s blue
eyes. Just a whisper of an emotion.
No, the onna didn’t know of hate until I came, surely she wouldn’t
harbor that for her mate. Was it
dread? No, she did not fear her mate, as
far as I can see she only fears me. It
must be disgust. Yes, it was disgust for
her mate’s weakness. She kept this to
herself, as she sparkles like a rare jewel for everyone to see.
No one ever sees me while I watched her,
I would stand in the shadows while the light surrounded her.
attention, even mine. I watched
no other, only her.
I have never had to go long lengths of time without a woman
to satisfy my needs. On the ship there
were plenty of whores for the men to slake their lusts on.
“relationship” with any of the female warriors or any other woman that I would
come across. The Monster only allowed me
access to the ship’s whores because they could not bear children.
Prince to breed an heir now would it?
That was one order that I took great delign
dn
disobeying. I would purposely seek out
women and seduce them into my bed.
Pleasuring them so intensely that their screams rang though the corridors
of the ship, heralding that I really was a man, no matter what the Monster did
to me. That was what it really was
about. I could care less if the females
got off with me. I just needed to prove
to myself that I was a man and not His
bitch. The beatings I would receive
afterwards were the most satisfying that I have ever received.
woman I spent the night with and they would end up dead for their indision,ion,
but I did not care. Soon no females on
the ship would sleep with me, no matter the rumors of my expertise, it was not worth
it. So I would find women to satisfy me
on the worlds that I would visit.
I stand on the roof of the GR, surveying the sprawling city
before me. I have slipped through its
back alley’s and dingy pool halls. I
have seen “humanity” and was comforted by it.
Living at Capsule Corp I had began to wonder if these humans were made
of sunshine and cotton candy as the onna seemed to believe, but they are
not. I have seen the degradation and
pain they caused each other. It was the
same the universe over, beings liked to hurt each other, it was a primal
pleasure.
I glance back at Capsule Corp.
yet she still believed in the innate goodness of everyone.
why she may have asked me to stay here in the first place.
approached me after Namek had been destroyed.
I could smell her fear and her hint of arousal which had made me smirk
all too knowingly. The onna had wanted
me, so she had briefly conquered her fear and invited me into her home.
like the plague. Looks like her fear got
the better of her after all. Poor,
perfect onna.
The more I observed her and her blatant pleasure at being
alive the more I wanted to crush her silly dreams of love.
realization that evil did exist. In
fact, it existed in her very home. It
wasn’t fair that someone should have so much.
I float up into the sky and fly back to Capsule Corp.
left her balcony doors open while she slept so that there was a cool
breeze. She was coddled and protected
and so never considered that someone would intrude into her castle.
not fear anything but him. I was her
nightmare.
I drift across to room, without even a whisper of sound and
stop to stand above her while she slept.
She was so peaceful while she lay there, sprawled out on her back, her
arms thrown wide. Unhindered even in her
sleep, knowing no pain, only the peace of contentment.
I reach down grasping the corner of the sheet and pull it
ofr, rr, revealing her body to me. She
has painted her toenails--again. I roll
my eyes at her odd primping habits. My
eyes trail up her pale smooth legs, so often revealed to me when she prances
around in her short skirts and cutoff shorts.
She is wearing pink panties with something scrawled across the top with
sparkling letters. I squint
my eyes to see it better. Princess, it
read. I almost snort.
bunches at her waist leaving her flat midriff bare showing her belly
button. Her breasts swell lusciously, almost
falling out over the low cut neckline.
Finally my gaze stops again on her face.
Her aqua hair flows over her pillows in reckless abandon framing her
perfect features. Gods, she really was
beautiful.
When she first began to tease the edges of my mind, I had
thought it must be because she was the only available woman in my area.
that, and she was the only one here in my age bracket.
I have ventured out across the world on my numerous trips
away from Capsule Corps and I have sampled
many earth women. From delicate Asian
beauties to French madams, and while they all had
their unique feel, I always come back to the blue onna.
I reach out my hand, trailing my fingers down her porcelain
cheek to rest on the fluttering pulse on her neck.
nearly jump at the shot of electricity that jolts through me.
move. Touching her always ignites a
pleasure within me that I have never felt before. I don’t fully understand the
sensation, but I enjoy it immensely. I
move my hand further down, skimming across her panties to rest and the juncture
of her thighs. My middle finger slides
down her cleft to rest against her most tantalizing spot.
perfuming the air. The onna shifted in
her sleep but did not wake.
I sat like that for a few minutes, applying only slight
pressure to her bud. Eventually her legs
begin to shift apart, giving me greater access.
Slowly I begin to move my finger slightly, teasing her clit until it
begins to swell and her panties begin to dampen.
lightly. Her hips jerk and her pulse
begin to race.
I move my other hand from her neck and slide it down to rest
on her breast, flicking her already hardened nipple with my thumb.
back on her graceful neck. The onna is
very sensitive to touch.
I apply more pressure to her slicked flower, causing the
friction to grow as I squeeze her breast lightly.
create and I can feel her ax bax building.
I pull down her top, setting her nipple free as I lean down and lick its
crest. I bite down on the nub, causing
the woman to jerk as her climax hits her.
She throws her head back and releases a low moan as her thighs became
slick with her juices.
Her eyes flutter as she begins to wake from the rollicking
emotions that flow through her. Vaguely
she notes the pressure of hands on her breast and crotch, but when she finally
opens her eyes, there is no one in the room.