Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Lonely Wish ❯ Pounced ( Chapter 7 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

WARNING!: rape. Sort of. Kinda. Eh.

Sorry for the lateness in the chapter? ^^; School. And stress. Blah. I probably won't be speedy in releasing these chapters. I'm just not a very prompt writer. >.>

And geez people! Over 2000 views and only 9 reviews? I'm saddened.

Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.15.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 1.6K | Status: Completed

Brolli flew into West City, following a small sense in the back of his mind that told him where that girl (wasn't her name Pan? He thought it might be) was at the time. He sniffed the air occasionally and kept flying.

“Vegeta, I said I can't fix it! What more do you want?!”

“Damnit, if you can't fix the fucking Gravity Room you built, what use is there for you, you stupid old hag?!”

Vegeta stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him hard enough to knock it off its hinges. He stalked down the hall and his temper steadily cooled. The blood pounding through his veins did not, however.

Pan staggered down the hallway, and outside. There had been no time for a shower, so she still utterly reeked of sex and lust. Not to mention she was still practically dripping with wetness that threatened to make her blush from the feeling of it pressed against her pants (she hadn't bothered with the underwear).

She managed to limp outside, still dizzy from the assault on her senses the massive orgasms had dished out. She groaned.

“They could've at least given me time to recov- OW!”

She looked up with wide eyes to see Vegeta standing in front of her, his eyes nearly as wide as hers. There was a nearly imperceptible sniff of the air before his eyes narrowed and a wild grin grew on his normally angry, stolid face.

“My my…” he said in low tones, looking her up and down. “What would your father think?”

“A-a-ahh…” Pan stuttered, backing away like a cornered animal. In an instant, she was pinned to the wall. She yelped in fear and surprise.

“Of course…” Vegeta whispered dangerously, keeping her securely pinned to the wall with both hands. “I'm surprised you don't reek of his sex as well, you little tramp…” And he pressed against her, his erection straining at the pants he wore that day.

Pan's eyes widened in fear. No no no!! She didn't want to have sex with Vegeta! This was the man she had called Uncle, wasn't he? He was older, more brutal, no where near the kind of lay she would ever want!

“S-stop, please!” she pleaded, struggling. Vegeta stared hard into her eyes and smirked.

“You'll be begging for it never to end in less than a minute.” He stated simply. Her eyes widened more and she trembled.

He moved to hold her against the wall with only one hand, the other neatly removing her pants and unzipping his own. She whimpered.

“Hush.”

Using the same hand, he fingered her clit with surprising gentleness. She gasped, then shut her mouth tightly at seeing the look of smug satisfaction cross his face. She fought herself to stay in control.

Slipping one finger into her moist, hot opening, he moved it around, quickly finding a certain spot-

“Oh!” Pan gasped again. He chuckled, watching her face turn red.

“You certainly are an easy fuck, aren't you?”

Pan's angry response was cut off by him suddenly dropping her on the floor and grabbing her by the head.

“Wha?? What are y-“ He used the opportunity of her open mouth to shove his dick roughly inside. She gagged slightly, but didn't choke. He then started to move in and out of her mouth, keeping her jaw open and her head still with his hands. Pan's throat relaxed to keep her from gagging as his penis slid in and out of it and she just waited for it to be over.

He started to move with more force, and faster, until he grunted and hot semen was jetted down her throat without her even having to taste it. Pan nearly cried with relief; it was over then, she could go home and take a shower and-

He jerked her head back roughly, a wet slurping sound resulting as her mouth came off of him. Then he had her pinned up against the wall again, this time her back towards him.

“Please…” she pleaded weakly. He only chuckled at her again.

She felt something fleshy and hard resting against her opening and closed her eyes, expecting a rough and violent entry. He reached around her, between her body and the wall, and rubbed her clit in circles, pinning her body against the wall with his own and using his other free hand to squeeze and pinch her breasts and nipples.

She started getting aroused despite herself, and moaned. The rubbing stopped.

“You're perfectly ready then.” And she was abruptly turned around on the wall, her hands pinned. She closed her eyes tightly, moaning again as she felt the hard length pressing into her and filling her up for what seemed like the millioneth time that day. In a short, rough jerk, he was fully inside her and he hammered away at her pussy with such ferocity that she cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. He growled lowly and ground into her, holding her up while simultaneously ramming into her hard. She moved up and down the wall with each thrust, her mouth open in a silent scream as her cum dripped down her legs and onto the floor. She panted and whimpered and moaned, no longer caring who it was that had her pinned to the wall roughly, only that the feeling of the hot hard length continued to push in and out of her at a frenzied pace.

With a yelp, she cummed violently and her inner walls clamped down hard onto his penis. Vegeta responded with a groan as the renewed tightness caused him to unload into her again.

The both paused, panting hard and recovering. Vegeta recovered first. He dropped her to the ground, detaching them and zipping his pants back up, walking away at a brisk pace. Pan shakily got up, reclaimed her pants, and started limping slowly away.