Post by Mavrick on Mar 26, 2007 9:51:12 GMT
One of my first fandoms that I ever wrote stories to was Dragon Ball Z, and to this day I am still an avid fan. My early work (12-15) were fairly pitiful as far as execution, but the stories were fun. In the past year I have rekindled my obsession of DBZ and have written a few scenes of various types. This one, is placed in this section for good reason, and involves Vegeta and an original F character named Vasha. Vasha was also known in my original stories as Ilana Mavrick... Hense my name being Mavrick. She is my mary sue, what I wanted to be in a world I adored. She has a life, history and stories that take up a real lifetime.
Knowing her however, is not essential in this purely for 'pleasure' reading. Enjoy it, I know I did.
The coarse fur of his tail tickled her skin as he shifted it around her hips, much like a cat twitches its tail while it sleeps. It was the sensation that woke her, her eyes slowly opening to reveal the darkness of his chambers to her. A simple desk and two doors, one leading to the bathroom and the other into the main hallway. Her own tail was coiled around his left thigh.
The sensitivity of her tail made sure that the subtle contact between them kept her safe and warm as she slept, and while her tail wrapped around him was for that comfort, his tail clearly indicated jealous possession of her. Its firm grip around her hips meant that if she moved, he’d know and wake up to see what she was doing or where she was going.
She had always been a fidgety sleeper, and it had irritated him in the beginning. But she had been a lot younger, so now sleeping with him was the most comfortable and relaxing thing she could think to do. The fidgeting had either stopped… or Vegeta had grown used to it, she wasn’t sure which.
It had become habit to sleep with him, and while he welcomed it (and secretly yearned for it), when they were away on missions it proved to be a very hard thing to accomplish. Nappa and Radditz found it amusing, since Saiyan puberty wasn’t exactly a smooth ride. They assured Vegeta that while just sleeping next to her seemed good enough for now, he’d wake up one night and not feel satisfied until he’d taken her.
The two older Saiyans were far more experienced with matters concerning the opposite sex, and found Vasha to be ‘ripe for the picking’. In their opinion (shared without Vegeta present of course), young Vasha would be quite the experience to break in, and they envied Vegeta for getting the honours.
Of course the problem was that she hadn’t come of age yet, that wonderful time when a woman became fertile and sexually active according to their home planet’s lunar cycle. But since there was no lunar cycle on board Frieza’s ship or on one of his base planets, there was a problem. Vasha was overdue at thirteen… and now two years later she still hadn’t made the change.
Ignorant to the fact that Vegeta had matured years ago, he had been forced to make use of what little pleasure there was to be had in their lifestyle. He found it disgusting in most cases, since the beings that provided the ‘fun’ weren’t Saiyan, and he reduced himself to them only when it became too much for him to handle. Nappa and Radditz swore by those pleasure slaves, but then they didn’t have a beautiful princess to go back to sleep next to.
Shifting slightly, Vegeta’s tail tightened around her hips to the point where it became uncomfortable. His voice sounded in her ear, a soft rumble that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.
“Where are you going?”
“Nowhere,” she replied, relaxing again into his side, her head falling back to his chest to rise and fall with his steady breathing.
While they still wore clothes to bed, Vasha had begun to notice that the fabric irritated her skin, and she preferred the feel of his skin to the scratchy fabrics. On the odd occasion he did sleep without his singlet due to it being too hot, or him being too irritated to get dressed, provided her with the most comfortable of pillows, and her fingertips often trailed across his arms or chest for hours on end when the position permitted. He just purred and snaked his tail around her a little tighter until he fell asleep. Tonight had been one of those nights.
His tail’s grip on her loosened considerably, and the very tip flicked teasingly over her exposed hip bone, which made her smile and shift slightly away. They often played simple games with one another, either irritating one another or teasing. It amused her, and at her shrinking away from the tickling of her skin he smirked slightly.
The behaviour between them would be considered affectionate to most cultures, but to Saiyans it was merely bonding. They were destined life time mates, arranged from Vasha’s birth (which had been planned to produce a mate for him), two years after Vegeta was born, and it was almost ingrained into her very being that she was his.
She had always been clinging as a youngster, to the point that his frustrations with her proved enough to push him over the edge. And while she still irritated him almost constantly, he found himself more tolerable of her antics. She had learnt to hold her tongue around Nappa and Radditz, and as far as he was concerned, so long as he still appeared the better of those two, he was happy.
A muscular arm wrapped around her stomach, his fingers trailing every rise and fall of muscle on her through her shirt, every ripple of strength her body showed a token to her good breeding, and training. Her strength was his aphrodisiac, and her body showed every bit of that, much to his delight.
A small purr emitted from her, and she scraped her nails hard across the arm that now held her to him. His tail twitched at the irritation of the skin, and his hand closed down on her hip tightly.
His tail untwined itself from around her and he used it to trail up and down her thigh.
His need to have more and more of her had been growing, and he’d been pushing the envelope with her for several weeks now. Little by little he had progressed from simply holding her with his tail in her sleep to subtle touches and eventually she’d let him nip at her neck, which had delighted him. The taste of her skin had been more overwhelming then he could have ever imagined, and his desire to clamp down and bask in the taste of her blood had almost been too much to ignore.
Blood letting between Saiyans was a very selective habit between only the most bonded of mates. To mark the neck of another, and in turn be marked yourself was the biggest, most binding thing you could do. Saiyans took pride in their scars, and it was not taken lightly to be marked by another who you didn’t share a bond with.
He was dying to know how far he could go before she’d tell him to stop, or even now, without her having changed, whether she would just let him because she knew she was meant to, because she knew he wanted it.
This surely would have been a subject for his father, but since he was in another dimension, his questions would fall on deaf ears.
Nappa had told him to just take her anyway, but he was hardly about to risk the trust that had formed between them. The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt her in such a way that would reduce her trusting of him to nothing, simply for his own selfish pleasures… not when he could experience this every night. He was a patient Saiyan when he needed to be, and he was willing to wait.
His tickling at her thigh had stirred something up in her that made her feel uncomfortable. It felt good, but something inside told her that it didn’t feel good enough. It began to feel irritating, then lost its appeal altogether.
“Let me up,” she said suddenly, now completely awake.
“What? Why?” he asked, surprised by her tone.
“Just let me up Vegeta,” she barked, pulling against his grip.
Reluctantly he let her go, and she sat up, throwing her legs off the edge of the bed.
“What is it?” he asked, sitting up after her, perching on his knees behind her.
Her tail flicked in irritation by her head, and she stretched her neck out for a moment, choosing not to answer him, which only angered him.
“Answer me Vasha,” he demanded.
The order made her head turn to face him, the darkness all but eliminating the major features of his handsome face from her.
“I just felt uncomfortable.”
“You felt uncomfortable?” he repeated, wondering what on Planet Vegeta could have felt uncomfortable about the way he was touching her.
“Yes… it just didn’t feel right.”
“What, you didn’t like it?”
There was another pause from her, and Vegeta was about to demand an answer from her when she spoke, clearly unsure of herself.
“I-I… guess.”
His mouth turning to a slight frown in the darkness, he watched as she turned to look into the nothingness of his chambers again. He was tempted to leave her be and let her leave. But since he’d been so comfortable, and wanted to go back to sleep (and didn’t like sleeping when he didn’t know where she was), he opted to try and persuade her to come back to bed with him.
He shifted on his knees until his chest was flush with her back, and when she shifted only slightly at his touch, he slid his hands to her hips, then around her waist until his hands locked together. He leaned in, her scent intoxicating as his cheek brushed against her neck ever so slightly.
“I think you’re lying.”
“You always think I’m lying,” she replied smoothly, glancing at him without turning her head.
She felt his teeth scrape across the soft skin of her neck, over her pulsing jugular, and her eyes fluttered closed, her neck arching away, which also gave him better access to her.
“I think you like it,” he murmured into her neck, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers down her spine and setting a knot into her stomach.
He bit down on her neck slightly, his tongue flicking lightly across the skin he was abusing.
She made no sounds to either encourage or deter him, and he smirked against the soft skin of that gorgeous neck of hers.
“I think you like it that much it scares you.”
“I think you’re trying to validate your own desires Vegeta,” she said quietly.
Just at the mention she was aware of his desire for her, he bit down a little harder, which made her flinch.
“I don’t need to validate it Vasha,” he purred into her now red neck, his teeth all but punctured her skin to draw blood. “I know what I want. It’s you that is undecided.”
“I didn’t know there was a decision to make regarding this.”
“Perhaps you’re right,” he said with a slight chuckle. He removed his grip on her neck and slid his hands across her flat stomach, his fingers flirting with the hem of her singlet, daring to slide under just a little to feel her skin shrink away from his contact.
“The only choice for you, is whether to refuse me again tonight, or give in like you know you should. I know you can feel it, that lump in your gut when I touch you. I can smell your desire for me. It’s getting stronger every second I hold you like this.”
“You’re smelling things,” she lied, knowing full well that he was arousing her like never before… she had no doubt he could smell it.
“You’re denying things,” he replied, settling back into her neck with his teeth. His tail slipped around their bodied, and snaked up her leg, the tip flicking against the inside of her thigh.
“Don’t deny it,” he whispered into her ear, his tongue reaching out to taste before he bit lightly on her earlobe.
“Vegeta,” she breathed, feeling rushes of heat heading south at his ever increasing touching of her.
“That’s it,” he whispered, just the sound of his name from her lips like that making him hard.
“Don’t stop.”
“I don’t intend to,” he smirked into her neck, ever so tempted to take a real bite, to finally taste her how his instincts told him to.
Her head fell back on his shoulder, her eyes drifting shut, while his hands slid up and back down her stomach, hungrily taking in every new inch he was allowed to explore. A light purr emitted from her, making her neck vibrate against his teeth and tongue, which spurred him on.
His tail continued to tickle the inside of her thigh, daring to slide just a little higher with each stroke, until it met the soft fabric of her pajama shorts. It was so easy for him to slide his tail under the fabric, her skin warming to his touch and getting softer as he neared his target. Teasingly he removed it and flicked it hard across her, the tip rubbing over the thin fabric, which made her jump. Her start caught him off guard, but since no one but herself had ever been down there, as far as she was concerned, the touch was a little overwhelming.
“Like it?” he spoke into her neck. His tail continued its manipulations, and a low groan was taken as the answer to his question.
“Want more?” he asked with a smirk, his hand slipping into her silky hair, tugging her head back into his shoulder so she opened her eyes to look at him. She just stared up at him, her eyes almost glazed over from the sensations that he forced her to feel.
“Answer me Vasha,” came his demanding voice.
Blinking, she wondered whether she’d be able to handle any more, since just his tail was enough to make her shudder and her insides tingle.
“I don’t know,” she answered honestly, which earned her a hard tug on her hair. She hissed out at the strangely arousing pain and Vegeta bit down hard on her neck, which only made her groan out in pain as he finally got to taste her blood.
Having not been able to stop himself, his sharp teeth had sunk into her flesh so easily, his tight grip on her hair exposing her vulnerable skin to him.
She did not protest, and he drank deeply, the thick, rich taste of her blood tantalizing his palate. His cock instantly responded, and all but stabbed her sharply in the small of her back. The taste was so intense, so delicious that he was sure he could drink until she had no more blood to give… and a dead mate was hardly going to be useful if he wanted another fill of her.
Vasha’s body had seized up at his bite, and her nails dug into her thigh, little half moon slices appearing in the soft skin.
“Vegeta,” she breathed, sure that he was going to kill her.
As if on cue, he stopped sucking and simply lapped at the wound until it stopped bleeding. Her taste was so incredible, he was sure that his cock was going to explode from the pleasure of it. His hand still wound tightly into her hair, he moved his mouth to hers, licking at her lips with his blood covered tongue until she opened her mouth and met it with her own tongue, to taste herself. It could hardly be considered kissing, as he quickly went to biting down on her tongue and bottom lip until he was sure she was so wet, her shorts had begun to dampen.
His tail slipped over her again, and instead of a jolt, he received a moan for his actions instead.
“Damn, Vasha,” he moaned, his cock all but bursting from being restrained. “Stop torturing me and let me have you.”
“Do you see me stopping you?”
That being all he needed to push him beyond return, he released his grip on her hair and used both hands to grab her shoulders and flung her down on the bed.
His roughness did nothing to make her change her mind, in fact it was a turn on, the Saiyan instincts that had been sitting, waiting, finally taking charge.
She arched her back up as his tail wrapped around her hips tightly, and Vegeta turned on his knees to position himself between her legs, sitting at her knees, which bent up and locked around his thick, strong thighs.
His scarred chest fell victim to her nails as she raked them down, little red lines making their temporary mark on him as she dragged them down to the hem of his shorts. His erection was more then obvious, and she wondered in a second or so of clear thought whether she was even capable of taking something so big inside of her.
Growling at the sensation of her nails, and her teasing touch where his hips slipped down to greener pastures, he gripped her toned thighs in his large, masculine hands, dragging her down the bed until her pelvis reached his knees.
It was such an easy thing to tear away her singlet, exposing her full torso to him in all its feminine glory. The rise and fall of the curve of her breast enticed him to lean down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth for him to abuse with his tongue and teeth, the other nipple in turn while a hand made sure that neither went without attention.
He bit down hard on her left, making her cry out and she arched her back up into him. He slipped his free arm under her at the moment, pulling her up with him into a sitting position. She pulled her legs under her so she was kneeling to and took her first opportunity to latch onto his neck. However with his head bent down, still attacking at her breasts, all that was available to her was his shoulder, and she had no problem sinking her teeth into it.
The result could have been more then she bargained for as he growled loudly into her breast and bit down in turn on her nipple.
She yelped into the wound she’d made, though it wasn’t as deep as the one he’d made on her neck, she tasted blood, and reveled in the taste of it.
His grip on her tightened in every way, his hand gripped her back, and his tail coiled around so tightly it was almost painful for him and her both. Just the idea of her biting him meant more then she probably knew, since the bonding involved was on more then a physical level. She had tasted his blood, and that meant she could taste no other.
She was finally his.
He was quite sure that if he didn’t do something about his cock shortly, he’d keel over and die. But he was so glad she was receptive (finally), that he wanted to take his time with her.
His head told him to ignore the discomfort and enjoy every inch of her… his other head told him to fuck her now, and hard.
She was a virgin, and he knew that her being able to take him easily was not going to be likely. He knew he was going to hurt her, there was no avoiding that. He just needed to get her worked up enough to enjoy the pain, like she was now.
Reaching down with the hand that didn’t hold her to him, he ripped away her shorts and tossed them aside to be forgotten. He tested her with his tail, sliding it over her to see just how wet she was. He smirked when he felt it, and he pushed his tail against her hard enough to have it slide between her folds, the smell of her now able to reach his nostrils, driving him wild.
Moaning at this new, more intense pleasure that ripped through her, she threw her head back from his shoulder, making a half yelp sound as the tip of his tail twitched over her clit.
“Holy shit,” she groaned, making Vegeta smirk in all his glory before she buried her face back into his shoulder to stifle her moaning.
“Don’t hide it,” he said sternly, his hand gripping her hair and pulling her head back up.
Her quivering bottom lip was too tempting for him to refuse, and his sucked it in before biting down on it.
“You ready to take me?” he asked, more rhetorically, since he loved the sound of his voice and the way it made her moan, flinch and purr depending on what he said.
This time he received a moan and a half nod, her eyes barely able to keep open, her rare blue orbs piercing through the darkness as she smirked at him slightly.
He removed all his hold of her, and used the tip of his tail to shove her in the stomach, which sent her flopping onto her back once more, already looking spent with nothing more to give. Her tail coiled instinctively to its usual place around his thigh, and he took great pleasure in finally removing his own shorts. His cock sprang to full attention, and he groaned at the relieving release.
He slipped his hand slowly down her incredible stomach, running his fingers over each of the bumps of her six pack before indulging in the deep crease of her hips that lead down to what he yearned for most now. It was the simplest of things to slide his fingers inside her, which produced a long, low purr from her, her hips arching into his digits.
Her genetics meant that she was able to cater to Saiyan manhood, and white she took two of his digits easily (to Vegeta) she was insanely tight.
He rocked his fingers inside of her gently, watching her moan and enjoying the writhing of her body as it took in the pleasure. He was sure she was close to orgasm, and he continued until her body was releasing enough moisture to lubricate him adequately.
Removing his fingers, which induced a growl from her, Vegeta laughed and leaned his large body over her, propping his weight on one knee as he ran his length along her went pussy.
“I knew there was a Saiyan woman in there somewhere.”
He bit back down on her neck, his tongue flicking over the still raw wound he had created earlier. His cock twitched in anticipation, and he used his fingers to guide the tip to her entrance. He bit down harder then ever before on her neck, and in that instant when she screamed out, he moved inside her until his hips connected into hers.
She whimpered and he felt her body arch up into him in a strange mixture of pain and incredible pleasure.
The sensation of him being so completely inside her made her legs shake, and she rode out her first orgasm with Vegeta holding her up against his chest with one hand clasped around her back.
Her clenching muscles around his cock drove him wild, and he growled deeply into her flesh, rocking only slightly in and out until she had relaxed and made the friction less demanding.
He lapped greedily at the blood seeping from her neck, but couldn’t focus on just it as he began to fuck her.
She felt the warm, thick liquid slide down her collar bone and Vegeta took a second to run his tongue along the trail between thrusts.
He could feel her relaxing around him, and he glanced up to see her face changing from one filled with pain, to one overwhelmed with pleasure.
“Say my name for me,” he purred into her neck, lapping at the abused, and still bleeding wound he’d created.
Beyond thinking about her actions, his name was immediately moaned out for him, which made him thrust harder and growl, nipping at her ear.
“Good girl.”
One of her legs wrapped around the back of his, and she shifted down so that their hips locked better, her pelvis arching up with each of his thrusts. Her tail coiled and recoiled around his thigh, almost as if she was unsure of what to do with it, either that or she stopped thinking about it, which made it loosen.
His own tail was still wrapped tightly around her hips, and he used it to lever her up into his thrusts a little better.
Before long Vegeta could feel his climax building, and he groaned and swore into her neck in Saiyan as he came.
For more then twenty minutes he lay on top of her, void of energy, his cock still limp inside her, every fiber of their beings locked together. He listened to her steady breathing as she slipped into an exhausted sleep. When he finally had enough sense, and wasn’t hyper sensitive he slowly pulled out of her. With that he collapsed into the bed on top of her, her sweaty body clinging to his skin as he ran a hand through her hair while she slept.
Her strength meant he had no qualms about laying his full weight on her, and it didn’t bother her sleeping mind in the slightest to be beneath him.
“Finally,” he murmured, watching her shift slightly at the sound of his voice.
“You’re finally mine.”
Knowing her however, is not essential in this purely for 'pleasure' reading. Enjoy it, I know I did.
The coarse fur of his tail tickled her skin as he shifted it around her hips, much like a cat twitches its tail while it sleeps. It was the sensation that woke her, her eyes slowly opening to reveal the darkness of his chambers to her. A simple desk and two doors, one leading to the bathroom and the other into the main hallway. Her own tail was coiled around his left thigh.
The sensitivity of her tail made sure that the subtle contact between them kept her safe and warm as she slept, and while her tail wrapped around him was for that comfort, his tail clearly indicated jealous possession of her. Its firm grip around her hips meant that if she moved, he’d know and wake up to see what she was doing or where she was going.
She had always been a fidgety sleeper, and it had irritated him in the beginning. But she had been a lot younger, so now sleeping with him was the most comfortable and relaxing thing she could think to do. The fidgeting had either stopped… or Vegeta had grown used to it, she wasn’t sure which.
It had become habit to sleep with him, and while he welcomed it (and secretly yearned for it), when they were away on missions it proved to be a very hard thing to accomplish. Nappa and Radditz found it amusing, since Saiyan puberty wasn’t exactly a smooth ride. They assured Vegeta that while just sleeping next to her seemed good enough for now, he’d wake up one night and not feel satisfied until he’d taken her.
The two older Saiyans were far more experienced with matters concerning the opposite sex, and found Vasha to be ‘ripe for the picking’. In their opinion (shared without Vegeta present of course), young Vasha would be quite the experience to break in, and they envied Vegeta for getting the honours.
Of course the problem was that she hadn’t come of age yet, that wonderful time when a woman became fertile and sexually active according to their home planet’s lunar cycle. But since there was no lunar cycle on board Frieza’s ship or on one of his base planets, there was a problem. Vasha was overdue at thirteen… and now two years later she still hadn’t made the change.
Ignorant to the fact that Vegeta had matured years ago, he had been forced to make use of what little pleasure there was to be had in their lifestyle. He found it disgusting in most cases, since the beings that provided the ‘fun’ weren’t Saiyan, and he reduced himself to them only when it became too much for him to handle. Nappa and Radditz swore by those pleasure slaves, but then they didn’t have a beautiful princess to go back to sleep next to.
Shifting slightly, Vegeta’s tail tightened around her hips to the point where it became uncomfortable. His voice sounded in her ear, a soft rumble that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.
“Where are you going?”
“Nowhere,” she replied, relaxing again into his side, her head falling back to his chest to rise and fall with his steady breathing.
While they still wore clothes to bed, Vasha had begun to notice that the fabric irritated her skin, and she preferred the feel of his skin to the scratchy fabrics. On the odd occasion he did sleep without his singlet due to it being too hot, or him being too irritated to get dressed, provided her with the most comfortable of pillows, and her fingertips often trailed across his arms or chest for hours on end when the position permitted. He just purred and snaked his tail around her a little tighter until he fell asleep. Tonight had been one of those nights.
His tail’s grip on her loosened considerably, and the very tip flicked teasingly over her exposed hip bone, which made her smile and shift slightly away. They often played simple games with one another, either irritating one another or teasing. It amused her, and at her shrinking away from the tickling of her skin he smirked slightly.
The behaviour between them would be considered affectionate to most cultures, but to Saiyans it was merely bonding. They were destined life time mates, arranged from Vasha’s birth (which had been planned to produce a mate for him), two years after Vegeta was born, and it was almost ingrained into her very being that she was his.
She had always been clinging as a youngster, to the point that his frustrations with her proved enough to push him over the edge. And while she still irritated him almost constantly, he found himself more tolerable of her antics. She had learnt to hold her tongue around Nappa and Radditz, and as far as he was concerned, so long as he still appeared the better of those two, he was happy.
A muscular arm wrapped around her stomach, his fingers trailing every rise and fall of muscle on her through her shirt, every ripple of strength her body showed a token to her good breeding, and training. Her strength was his aphrodisiac, and her body showed every bit of that, much to his delight.
A small purr emitted from her, and she scraped her nails hard across the arm that now held her to him. His tail twitched at the irritation of the skin, and his hand closed down on her hip tightly.
His tail untwined itself from around her and he used it to trail up and down her thigh.
His need to have more and more of her had been growing, and he’d been pushing the envelope with her for several weeks now. Little by little he had progressed from simply holding her with his tail in her sleep to subtle touches and eventually she’d let him nip at her neck, which had delighted him. The taste of her skin had been more overwhelming then he could have ever imagined, and his desire to clamp down and bask in the taste of her blood had almost been too much to ignore.
Blood letting between Saiyans was a very selective habit between only the most bonded of mates. To mark the neck of another, and in turn be marked yourself was the biggest, most binding thing you could do. Saiyans took pride in their scars, and it was not taken lightly to be marked by another who you didn’t share a bond with.
He was dying to know how far he could go before she’d tell him to stop, or even now, without her having changed, whether she would just let him because she knew she was meant to, because she knew he wanted it.
This surely would have been a subject for his father, but since he was in another dimension, his questions would fall on deaf ears.
Nappa had told him to just take her anyway, but he was hardly about to risk the trust that had formed between them. The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt her in such a way that would reduce her trusting of him to nothing, simply for his own selfish pleasures… not when he could experience this every night. He was a patient Saiyan when he needed to be, and he was willing to wait.
His tickling at her thigh had stirred something up in her that made her feel uncomfortable. It felt good, but something inside told her that it didn’t feel good enough. It began to feel irritating, then lost its appeal altogether.
“Let me up,” she said suddenly, now completely awake.
“What? Why?” he asked, surprised by her tone.
“Just let me up Vegeta,” she barked, pulling against his grip.
Reluctantly he let her go, and she sat up, throwing her legs off the edge of the bed.
“What is it?” he asked, sitting up after her, perching on his knees behind her.
Her tail flicked in irritation by her head, and she stretched her neck out for a moment, choosing not to answer him, which only angered him.
“Answer me Vasha,” he demanded.
The order made her head turn to face him, the darkness all but eliminating the major features of his handsome face from her.
“I just felt uncomfortable.”
“You felt uncomfortable?” he repeated, wondering what on Planet Vegeta could have felt uncomfortable about the way he was touching her.
“Yes… it just didn’t feel right.”
“What, you didn’t like it?”
There was another pause from her, and Vegeta was about to demand an answer from her when she spoke, clearly unsure of herself.
“I-I… guess.”
His mouth turning to a slight frown in the darkness, he watched as she turned to look into the nothingness of his chambers again. He was tempted to leave her be and let her leave. But since he’d been so comfortable, and wanted to go back to sleep (and didn’t like sleeping when he didn’t know where she was), he opted to try and persuade her to come back to bed with him.
He shifted on his knees until his chest was flush with her back, and when she shifted only slightly at his touch, he slid his hands to her hips, then around her waist until his hands locked together. He leaned in, her scent intoxicating as his cheek brushed against her neck ever so slightly.
“I think you’re lying.”
“You always think I’m lying,” she replied smoothly, glancing at him without turning her head.
She felt his teeth scrape across the soft skin of her neck, over her pulsing jugular, and her eyes fluttered closed, her neck arching away, which also gave him better access to her.
“I think you like it,” he murmured into her neck, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers down her spine and setting a knot into her stomach.
He bit down on her neck slightly, his tongue flicking lightly across the skin he was abusing.
She made no sounds to either encourage or deter him, and he smirked against the soft skin of that gorgeous neck of hers.
“I think you like it that much it scares you.”
“I think you’re trying to validate your own desires Vegeta,” she said quietly.
Just at the mention she was aware of his desire for her, he bit down a little harder, which made her flinch.
“I don’t need to validate it Vasha,” he purred into her now red neck, his teeth all but punctured her skin to draw blood. “I know what I want. It’s you that is undecided.”
“I didn’t know there was a decision to make regarding this.”
“Perhaps you’re right,” he said with a slight chuckle. He removed his grip on her neck and slid his hands across her flat stomach, his fingers flirting with the hem of her singlet, daring to slide under just a little to feel her skin shrink away from his contact.
“The only choice for you, is whether to refuse me again tonight, or give in like you know you should. I know you can feel it, that lump in your gut when I touch you. I can smell your desire for me. It’s getting stronger every second I hold you like this.”
“You’re smelling things,” she lied, knowing full well that he was arousing her like never before… she had no doubt he could smell it.
“You’re denying things,” he replied, settling back into her neck with his teeth. His tail slipped around their bodied, and snaked up her leg, the tip flicking against the inside of her thigh.
“Don’t deny it,” he whispered into her ear, his tongue reaching out to taste before he bit lightly on her earlobe.
“Vegeta,” she breathed, feeling rushes of heat heading south at his ever increasing touching of her.
“That’s it,” he whispered, just the sound of his name from her lips like that making him hard.
“Don’t stop.”
“I don’t intend to,” he smirked into her neck, ever so tempted to take a real bite, to finally taste her how his instincts told him to.
Her head fell back on his shoulder, her eyes drifting shut, while his hands slid up and back down her stomach, hungrily taking in every new inch he was allowed to explore. A light purr emitted from her, making her neck vibrate against his teeth and tongue, which spurred him on.
His tail continued to tickle the inside of her thigh, daring to slide just a little higher with each stroke, until it met the soft fabric of her pajama shorts. It was so easy for him to slide his tail under the fabric, her skin warming to his touch and getting softer as he neared his target. Teasingly he removed it and flicked it hard across her, the tip rubbing over the thin fabric, which made her jump. Her start caught him off guard, but since no one but herself had ever been down there, as far as she was concerned, the touch was a little overwhelming.
“Like it?” he spoke into her neck. His tail continued its manipulations, and a low groan was taken as the answer to his question.
“Want more?” he asked with a smirk, his hand slipping into her silky hair, tugging her head back into his shoulder so she opened her eyes to look at him. She just stared up at him, her eyes almost glazed over from the sensations that he forced her to feel.
“Answer me Vasha,” came his demanding voice.
Blinking, she wondered whether she’d be able to handle any more, since just his tail was enough to make her shudder and her insides tingle.
“I don’t know,” she answered honestly, which earned her a hard tug on her hair. She hissed out at the strangely arousing pain and Vegeta bit down hard on her neck, which only made her groan out in pain as he finally got to taste her blood.
Having not been able to stop himself, his sharp teeth had sunk into her flesh so easily, his tight grip on her hair exposing her vulnerable skin to him.
She did not protest, and he drank deeply, the thick, rich taste of her blood tantalizing his palate. His cock instantly responded, and all but stabbed her sharply in the small of her back. The taste was so intense, so delicious that he was sure he could drink until she had no more blood to give… and a dead mate was hardly going to be useful if he wanted another fill of her.
Vasha’s body had seized up at his bite, and her nails dug into her thigh, little half moon slices appearing in the soft skin.
“Vegeta,” she breathed, sure that he was going to kill her.
As if on cue, he stopped sucking and simply lapped at the wound until it stopped bleeding. Her taste was so incredible, he was sure that his cock was going to explode from the pleasure of it. His hand still wound tightly into her hair, he moved his mouth to hers, licking at her lips with his blood covered tongue until she opened her mouth and met it with her own tongue, to taste herself. It could hardly be considered kissing, as he quickly went to biting down on her tongue and bottom lip until he was sure she was so wet, her shorts had begun to dampen.
His tail slipped over her again, and instead of a jolt, he received a moan for his actions instead.
“Damn, Vasha,” he moaned, his cock all but bursting from being restrained. “Stop torturing me and let me have you.”
“Do you see me stopping you?”
That being all he needed to push him beyond return, he released his grip on her hair and used both hands to grab her shoulders and flung her down on the bed.
His roughness did nothing to make her change her mind, in fact it was a turn on, the Saiyan instincts that had been sitting, waiting, finally taking charge.
She arched her back up as his tail wrapped around her hips tightly, and Vegeta turned on his knees to position himself between her legs, sitting at her knees, which bent up and locked around his thick, strong thighs.
His scarred chest fell victim to her nails as she raked them down, little red lines making their temporary mark on him as she dragged them down to the hem of his shorts. His erection was more then obvious, and she wondered in a second or so of clear thought whether she was even capable of taking something so big inside of her.
Growling at the sensation of her nails, and her teasing touch where his hips slipped down to greener pastures, he gripped her toned thighs in his large, masculine hands, dragging her down the bed until her pelvis reached his knees.
It was such an easy thing to tear away her singlet, exposing her full torso to him in all its feminine glory. The rise and fall of the curve of her breast enticed him to lean down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth for him to abuse with his tongue and teeth, the other nipple in turn while a hand made sure that neither went without attention.
He bit down hard on her left, making her cry out and she arched her back up into him. He slipped his free arm under her at the moment, pulling her up with him into a sitting position. She pulled her legs under her so she was kneeling to and took her first opportunity to latch onto his neck. However with his head bent down, still attacking at her breasts, all that was available to her was his shoulder, and she had no problem sinking her teeth into it.
The result could have been more then she bargained for as he growled loudly into her breast and bit down in turn on her nipple.
She yelped into the wound she’d made, though it wasn’t as deep as the one he’d made on her neck, she tasted blood, and reveled in the taste of it.
His grip on her tightened in every way, his hand gripped her back, and his tail coiled around so tightly it was almost painful for him and her both. Just the idea of her biting him meant more then she probably knew, since the bonding involved was on more then a physical level. She had tasted his blood, and that meant she could taste no other.
She was finally his.
He was quite sure that if he didn’t do something about his cock shortly, he’d keel over and die. But he was so glad she was receptive (finally), that he wanted to take his time with her.
His head told him to ignore the discomfort and enjoy every inch of her… his other head told him to fuck her now, and hard.
She was a virgin, and he knew that her being able to take him easily was not going to be likely. He knew he was going to hurt her, there was no avoiding that. He just needed to get her worked up enough to enjoy the pain, like she was now.
Reaching down with the hand that didn’t hold her to him, he ripped away her shorts and tossed them aside to be forgotten. He tested her with his tail, sliding it over her to see just how wet she was. He smirked when he felt it, and he pushed his tail against her hard enough to have it slide between her folds, the smell of her now able to reach his nostrils, driving him wild.
Moaning at this new, more intense pleasure that ripped through her, she threw her head back from his shoulder, making a half yelp sound as the tip of his tail twitched over her clit.
“Holy shit,” she groaned, making Vegeta smirk in all his glory before she buried her face back into his shoulder to stifle her moaning.
“Don’t hide it,” he said sternly, his hand gripping her hair and pulling her head back up.
Her quivering bottom lip was too tempting for him to refuse, and his sucked it in before biting down on it.
“You ready to take me?” he asked, more rhetorically, since he loved the sound of his voice and the way it made her moan, flinch and purr depending on what he said.
This time he received a moan and a half nod, her eyes barely able to keep open, her rare blue orbs piercing through the darkness as she smirked at him slightly.
He removed all his hold of her, and used the tip of his tail to shove her in the stomach, which sent her flopping onto her back once more, already looking spent with nothing more to give. Her tail coiled instinctively to its usual place around his thigh, and he took great pleasure in finally removing his own shorts. His cock sprang to full attention, and he groaned at the relieving release.
He slipped his hand slowly down her incredible stomach, running his fingers over each of the bumps of her six pack before indulging in the deep crease of her hips that lead down to what he yearned for most now. It was the simplest of things to slide his fingers inside her, which produced a long, low purr from her, her hips arching into his digits.
Her genetics meant that she was able to cater to Saiyan manhood, and white she took two of his digits easily (to Vegeta) she was insanely tight.
He rocked his fingers inside of her gently, watching her moan and enjoying the writhing of her body as it took in the pleasure. He was sure she was close to orgasm, and he continued until her body was releasing enough moisture to lubricate him adequately.
Removing his fingers, which induced a growl from her, Vegeta laughed and leaned his large body over her, propping his weight on one knee as he ran his length along her went pussy.
“I knew there was a Saiyan woman in there somewhere.”
He bit back down on her neck, his tongue flicking over the still raw wound he had created earlier. His cock twitched in anticipation, and he used his fingers to guide the tip to her entrance. He bit down harder then ever before on her neck, and in that instant when she screamed out, he moved inside her until his hips connected into hers.
She whimpered and he felt her body arch up into him in a strange mixture of pain and incredible pleasure.
The sensation of him being so completely inside her made her legs shake, and she rode out her first orgasm with Vegeta holding her up against his chest with one hand clasped around her back.
Her clenching muscles around his cock drove him wild, and he growled deeply into her flesh, rocking only slightly in and out until she had relaxed and made the friction less demanding.
He lapped greedily at the blood seeping from her neck, but couldn’t focus on just it as he began to fuck her.
She felt the warm, thick liquid slide down her collar bone and Vegeta took a second to run his tongue along the trail between thrusts.
He could feel her relaxing around him, and he glanced up to see her face changing from one filled with pain, to one overwhelmed with pleasure.
“Say my name for me,” he purred into her neck, lapping at the abused, and still bleeding wound he’d created.
Beyond thinking about her actions, his name was immediately moaned out for him, which made him thrust harder and growl, nipping at her ear.
“Good girl.”
One of her legs wrapped around the back of his, and she shifted down so that their hips locked better, her pelvis arching up with each of his thrusts. Her tail coiled and recoiled around his thigh, almost as if she was unsure of what to do with it, either that or she stopped thinking about it, which made it loosen.
His own tail was still wrapped tightly around her hips, and he used it to lever her up into his thrusts a little better.
Before long Vegeta could feel his climax building, and he groaned and swore into her neck in Saiyan as he came.
For more then twenty minutes he lay on top of her, void of energy, his cock still limp inside her, every fiber of their beings locked together. He listened to her steady breathing as she slipped into an exhausted sleep. When he finally had enough sense, and wasn’t hyper sensitive he slowly pulled out of her. With that he collapsed into the bed on top of her, her sweaty body clinging to his skin as he ran a hand through her hair while she slept.
Her strength meant he had no qualms about laying his full weight on her, and it didn’t bother her sleeping mind in the slightest to be beneath him.
“Finally,” he murmured, watching her shift slightly at the sound of his voice.
“You’re finally mine.”