Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Lonely Wish ❯ Making Up ( Chapter 8 )

`Ah,' he thought. `There she is.'

Brolli had found Pan, limping out of Capsule Corporation. Still above her in the air, he frowned as the tickling feeling renewed itself at the sight of her, and a slight frown manifested itself onto his face at the sight of her injured footsteps. He promptly landed in front of her.

“What… “ he started. But then the smell hit him and he couldn't speak anymore. The tickling was gone, and instead it felt as if his blood had been replaced by ice water. This… this wasn't supposed to happen! The fur on his tail bristled and he abruptly grabbed her in something resembling a bear hug. She squeaked in fear and struggled.

“Good,” he said lowly, still holding onto her. “Don't talk.” And then carried her in the air back to the valley where it started.

 

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He dropped her on the ground next to a river.

“Wash,” he commanded in a neutral voice, and then stalked away to wait.

She swallowed heavily and stripped, shivering as she stepped into the stream and started washing.

Brolli had turned his head away, sorting through thoughts, when he heard it. He blinked once, glancing out the corner of his eye at Pan. He turned on his heel, facing her entirely.

`Why… why is she doing that? What is that?'

Water was streaming out of her eyes and she had curled into herself slightly, appearing to rock back and forth slightly. He walked back toward her and she looked up at him with pleading watery eyes.

“I-I'm sorry!” she sobbed out. “I didn't mean to, it just… and you were gone, so I…” and then it dissolved into helpless sniffling and crying.

Brolli felt very, very unnerved. The tingling feeling was shooting through his very veins now, and he couldn't figure out what he needed to do. Pan made up his mind for him however.

“I'll make it up to you!” she exclaimed suddenly, tears slowly stopping in the face of being able to right a wrong. “Please, let me make it up to you?”

Brolli shifted slightly, not really comprehending. “I… guess…”

“Lay down.”

He lay on the ground on his back.

“I promise, after this, we can get you some clothes.”

He ignored her talking, taking far too much interest in her cat-like stalking toward him. He had decided that he must be bonded to the one most sex-crazed goddess on this entire planet full of lust-driven insects.

She took his hardening length in her hand and stroked and tugged it to its full length and maximum hardness.

“I'll make it up to you, promise…” she murmured before she took his entire length into her warm mouth, slurping enthusiastically while one hand rubbed and petted his balls. She swirled her tongue around the head of his penis a few times, spreading precum and saliva on it before spreading it further with her mouth onto his shaft. She swallowed and bobbed her head up and down across the length, varying speed; first speeding up and making him moan with delight; and other times slowing down, making him moan instead in frustration at the torture of delayed orgasm. Then, abruptly, she stopped. Brolli growled, almost violently, when she stood up and walked to a nearby tree. She propped her arms against it and stuck her bottom out in the air, legs spread and lower lips shining in the sunlight and dripping with wetness.

“Fuck me,” she pleaded.

Brolli groaned as he got up from the ground, his throbbing dick making it nearly painful to move that much. He walked behind her and slipped himself in; but only the head. She had said for him to fuck her, but she hadn't said how hard. He didn't wish to punish the little one, she was his after all, but maybe she needed to be reminded of to whom she really belonged. He reached around to the front of her and cupped her small breasts in his large hands, squeezing them lightly and rubbing the nipples with the pads of his fingers, stroking with the warm palm of his hand. She moaned, and he started thrusting in small motions into her, making her rock back and forth. She moaned louder.

“Deeper, please!” she cried out. But it was a request. Not a command. He slowed down to a torturing rhythm and leaned down close to whisper in her ear.

“No one controls me, little one.”

And just as she opened her mouth to speak, her eyes wide, he slammed into her hard and she screamed. He started thrusting in and out of her hard, his flesh hitting hers with an audible slap at every motion. As his rock-hard cock slammed into her over and over at a frenzied pace, she moaned and panted and repeated his name over and over, worshipping. He grunted and finally shot long streams of hot seed into her. He pulled out before she had even reached orgasm, and she cried out in protest, legs shaky from the amount of pleasure dished out.

Brolli's eyes flashed dangerously and he grabbed her around the waist, turning her over and pressing her against the tree. He kneeled down and spread her legs apart again, and began lapping eagerly at her cunt, flicking the clitoris with his tongue over and over before trailing it up and down the lips in long loving strokes. He fit one finger up into her and fingered her g-spot slowly as he continued to suck on and flick his tongue over her clitoris. She screamed again and again until her throat was sore and finally stiffened as an almost painfully powerful orgasm crashed into her. Her legs failed her and her eyelids fluttered shut even as Brolli caught her small form.

He shifted into a sitting position, cradling her naked body against his and allowed a long string of deep purrs to escape his throat while he thought of how innocent she looked while she was asleep.