Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Taste Of Honey pt. I: Sweeter Than Wine ❯ Return To Innocence ( Chapter 4 )

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

MNK:Not much to say about this chapter…It’s a lemon between Kaioshin and his roommate. Enjoy!
For disclaimers and rants, please refer to first chapter.
The Supreme Kai awoke around midnight. He knew because the clock on the wall had the hour hand pointing straight left. It was ‘Turshga’--------Anin for the time opposite of noon. The people on Aniria have thirty hours in each day. This was the first thing that crossed his mind as he stared at the clock. He gently rolled over. The bed sat by a window, and his drop-dead-gorgeous room mate was sitting on the wide sill, clutching the knee drawn to her chest, staring at the stars. Without warning, her head turned, and Shin found himself staring into her deep black eyes.
“Can’t sleep?” she asked in a sweet, syrupy, catlike accent. A Lican accent. He felt the blood rush to his face as he smiled sheepishly, trying to discreetly hide his arousal under the sheet. “No need to feel ashamed…” She SAW?! “Lots of people wake up in the middle of the night.” Whew. “My race, the Deirana, say it happens when dead family and friends are trying to speak with you.” She stared back out the window. “Oh, Mother Lica, what are you trying to say?” She turned back to him as he scooted closer. “You must be master Shin.” she held out her hand, and he grasped it, then let go as though it were a hot coal. “Well, you’re a jittery young man!” she laughed. “My name is Ambrosia Mielle D’Lica. You can call me Ajhi if you like.” Now he sat right by her, staring out the window. Her musk smelled of lilacs and mead. He’d have to keep talking, or he’d be intoxicated by her very presence.
“S…Stars certainly are beautiful tonight.” he stuttered. She smiled. “But I can’t for the life of me recognize a one.” She laughed merrily.
“These stars can’t be seen from your planet. There’s a huge planet in the way.” She leaned over behind him, and he shuddered as she lay a hand on his shoulder for balance. These days EVERYONE was touching him. She pointed out a group of rather bright stars. She traced out a female figure with a tail. “We call that ‘The Mother,’ in honor of Mother Lica. And just below it,” she traced out another tailed figure. “is the constellation we call ‘The Father,’ in honor of Father Shreah.” She smiled again, and Shin scooted back to his side of the bed. She pulled the gauzy curtains shut, bathing the room in darkness, and turned to him. He could feel her deep black eyes slowly surveying his body. She couldn’t be much bigger than him…Shin closed his eyes tightly, trying to erase the image that had popped into his head with that thought. He resisted the urge to massage the pain away; that would be crude. He felt a hand, soft as satin, caress the side of his face. His eyes opened. She knelt beside him, stroking from his face to the back of his head, from his hair to his shoulder. “It’s been so long…” she whispered. He followed the path of her hand as it caressed from his shoulder down his arm till her hand covered his. She gazed at his hand with an odd look in her eyes. Shin gazed into the eyes that didn’t see him. Her eyes were full of love, lust, longing, sadness, desire…they were so deep and so black he couldn’t even see his own reflection in them. A new feeling was beginning to take hold of him, one he’d never felt before. It wasn’t unpleasant, more like exciting. He lay a hand on her knee, and she looked up at him, as though hurt, or ashamed.
“I’m sorry, M'lord.” she murmured. “It won’t happen again.” She started to turn away, but he caught her by the shoulder. She looked back.
“Tar asghra nen neschar po liscana…” he murmured, stroking her cheek. “You have no need for shame.” She smiled. He could tell by how her eyes scrunched up at the edges and sparkled. Her eyes were all he could see clearly---her scent had gotten him so drunk everything was fuzzy.
“Sir, are you…” her eyes flew open in realization. “Oh!” she rolled to the floor, and bounded over to a door. Behind the door, he heard he remove her shirt, spray something, and then there was silence. She emerged in a clean pair of slacks and a new tank, not as fragrant as before. She delicately sat beside him. “Are you feeling better now, M'lord?” she asked anxiously. Slowly she came into focus, and he gasped.
“How…?!” she turned her head blushing plum violet in embarrassment.
“It was my musk, sire.” she whispered. “It gets strong at this time of the season. My race evolved so their musk would confuse their enemies and, er,” She blushed harder. “Attract mates.” she mumbled. “I forgot to put on the chemical that suppresses it.” Shin stroked her back, from the hairline all the way to the base of her tail.
“Never you mind, beauty.” She trembled. “Never you mind.” She turned around and saw the look in his eyes. She shivered at his touch, at the arm he’d wrapped round her waist. She pushed away from him, and crawled back to the window, graceful as a cat. Unsure of herself. Unsure of him. He watched her closely as she curled up on her left side, facing him. Hesitantly, she reached out and lay a hand on his thigh.
Shin lay on his side, facing her, only an inch away. He couldn’t touch her enough! Her soft skin…her curvaceous form…her silken tail…OH, her TAIL! It curled around his leg as he put an arm behind her. Gentle as could be, he slipped his hand down the back of her pants, searching for the other end of that furry python constricting his leg. He felt her tremble, and her tail went limp. There it was. The root of the vine that seemed to be growing around his leg. The long furry vine which had just untangled itself and wrapped around his waist. The tip of her tail pushed up under his shirt, pressing against his skin till he could feel its pulse racing. Ambrosia just lay there, eyes closed, almost panting with want. Her breasts rose and fell in rapid, shallow breaths. Her tail fascinated him. The transition from flesh to fur was flawless. He could barely fit his whole hand around it as he massaged it. He couldn’t feel any bones, just pure muscle. ‘It must be rather weak.’ he thought, caressing it. ‘Bones that small can’t be of much use.’ He saw her eyes open.
“That’s what YOU think!” she purred. Suddenly Shin felt himself being dragged toward her. But her hands weren’t on him! Neither her legs! She had wrapped that ‘weak’ tail around his waist and pulled him to her. Now there was no space between them at all. The pain was almost unbearable. He knew she could make it go away, but how? He couldn’t think. Their bodies fit together as though they’d started as one and been cut apart. Legs a tangle, arms around each other, Her tail down his pants and her nails digging into his back…he groaned. She pushed herself even closer, inhaling his scent, and nuzzling his neck. It hurt so badly. Slowly, holding his head to her breast, she worked her way up to the second most sensitive part of a Kai’s body--the ears. She rubbed her nose against one at first, then put her mouth around the tip. The moaning didn’t stop as her rough, cat-like tongue caressed it, following the edges up and down. Shin, without a thought, swiftly turned his head. Oh, the pain of that blasted member! Why hadn’t his parents told him what to do in a situation like this?
Their lips met and locked. She tasted like fine champagne and honey. Her tongue was pleasantly rough as it caressed his upper lip, exploring every available place. He needed air. ‘No! I don’t want to come up for air!’ his body protested. The arms which had been loosely draped around her shoulders, now embraced her as tight as his swollen extremity. She pulled her purple lips away and gasped. He took a short breath and his mouth journeyed down to the sweet smelling hollow of her neck. Bold, crazy with passion, he pushed her shirt aside, savoring the taste of her pale shoulder. ‘Oh why won’t she help me?’ his thoughts cried. ‘I know she can make the pain go away.’ She slid a hand over his small rear, almost cross eyed with pleasure.
“You must make the first move, sire.” she pleaded. “else I lose my honor.” Her eyes were sad and overflowing with longing. The first move? What the Hell was he supposed to do?! Then it came to him. He’d SHOW her his pain. Maybe then she’d help him. Gently he took her hand, while untying the drawstring on his slacks with the other. Shin looked up at her. She knew what was happening. Her eyes were closed, and she trembled in anticipation. He pulled her hand closer--closer--just a little farther…inching along from hesitance. Finally her palm touched his lower stomach. She trembled harder. Slowly he eased her hand downward till…Contact. She gasped. A jolt of pain. Her fingers tangled in the coarse white hair, as her palm rested on the shaft, not moving a muscle, as though unsure of how to handle this dangerous new weapon. She took her other hand, and took his by the wrist. In a similar manner, she eased it down to the front of her pants till it met the last thing the Kai expected. A small mound, carpeted with soft fur, not the course, wiry curls he wore. A thought entered his mind as he caressed the twin hills. He retrieved his hand from the heaven it had visited, and she pulled her hand from the throbbing iron bar between his legs. Gently, he pulled off her pants, and then she removed his. He hooked his thumbs into the straps of her satin underwear, and pulled it down. She kicked it off, and pulled his boxers off. Then came the shirts. Kaioshin reached behind her to unsnap her bra, and pulled it away, freeing her luscious breasts. Naked as baby jays, the lovers twined about one another like snakes. Shin finally understood, as he explored her woman hood with his fingers, earning sharp moans. He pulled away. He knew what he had to do.
Ambrosia rolled onto her back, panting with her eyes closed. Shin gently slid his hand between her thighs; they hesitantly opened. He knelt between them, and with three massive shoves, his sore manhood was forced into the tightest, softest, warmest, wettest, most wonderful place he never imagined. She gave a pained squeak at the first two shoves, and gave a little whimper at the third. He looked down at her in concern. She gripped his shoulders. “Go on.” she whispered with a sort of smile. “Keep going…” he didn’t like the idea of hurting her, but if she wanted it that way…he spread his body out over hers and felt her legs lock around his waist, and her tail wrapped around his thigh. Her nails dug into his shoulders. Still unsure of what to do, Shin applied his mouth to her right breast, sucking hard on the taut lavender nipple. She moaned as he nipped and scraped with his teeth. He gently massaged the other with his hand. Oh, she tasted even better than she smelled! Eventually Ambrosia got impatient and decided to help him out. She held on tight, and heaved upward with her pelvis. A feeling indescribable overwhelmed Shin’s body. Could it be…? He thrust his member deeper within her----the same feeling. Ambrosia moaned. Soon it became little more than a frenzy of thrusts, moans, groans, and more thrusts. Harder--deeper--faster--plumbing the depths of this bottomless well of pleasure he’d found. It grew more urgent…he thrust even faster, and she began heaving with him. Finally,
Her nails broke through his skin; an ecstasy unimaginable. All was tense, still; her face buried in his hair, his ear on her heart. He rolled onto his back, carrying her with him.
‘Oh, that this girl were my own, that we could live thus forever…’ his heart cried out hours later as he stroked her fragrant hair.
“That can be arranged…” she murmured, nuzzling his neck.
“How?” he asked.
“Well, you could take me as your mate…but being the Supreme Kai, that’s probably forbidden to you, isn’t it…?” She looked at him hopefully. He rolled on top of her, growling playfully.
“You think I give a damn about if it’s in the ancient laws or not?” He growled, grinning like mad. “Now that I’ve met you, I doubt I’ll survive a day without you! All that holds me back is whether you return my feelings? Will you love me, live with me, and put up with me till we die?” she smiled at his nervous face through half closed eyes.
“Of course I return your feelings. We Licans don’t just lie with any old man that comes along. We wait for love…” she paused for a long, slow kiss. “…and in you…” she continued, catching her breath. “…I believe I’ve found that…and more!” She gave his ear a gentle nip. “With my ability to read your most heartfelt thoughts, and what I already know of you, there’s no where I’d rather be, than here with you.” She thought a moment. “Okay, I lied. I’d rather that we were alone in my house in Beebalminus.” She giggled as he shot her a mock reproachful look.
“How lady-like of you.” The lovers broke, with a slight bit of pain. As he pulled away from her, Shin noticed a smear of blood and grew pale.
“Don’t worry, Mô Shêyân Tang.” she reassured him. “That just proves that you were my first.” His ears perked.
“What did you just call me?” he asked in a hurt voice. She was perplexed.
“I called you ‘Mo Chien Tang.’” she answered.
“Why would you call me that?”
“That’s what you are…” she smiled fondly at him, and stroked his thigh. “You’re Mo Chien.”
“After all we’ve shared, you’re cruel enough to call me that?!” He looked angry now.
“Wait…what language am I speaking?”
“As if you didn’t know---Saijin.” Ambrosia burst out laughing, and pulled Shin into her arms.
“No, silly! I’m speaking Anin, the language of the Licans. The Saijin word shêyôn means ‘rabbit.’ I spoke the Anin words ‘Mo Chien.’” she got up to dress.
“Oh. I wonder…” he pulled his slacks back on.
“Yes?”
“Kibito and I ran into a woman on the Kai planet last week.” Ambrosia froze. “She had silvery lavender hair, black eyes, a tail, and her voice sounded a lot like yours only deeper and louder. She said some stuff in another language.”
“Sounds like my sister Melaza.” she avoided his eye. “Do you remember what she said?” He nodded.
“Let’s see, she called Kibito ‘kiba laro,’ and she called me, ‘Chien Cour Pourpra.’”
“That doesn’t sound right for Saijin.” she said quickly. “She called Kibito a faithful servant, and she said you’re very lucky.”
“So what does ‘Mo Chien Tang,’ mean?” She pulled him into her arms and kissed him long and hard.
“It means ‘My Beloved Master.’” She released him and lay back down, facing the window. He crawled under the sheets with her, and molded his body to hers, burying his face in the nape of her neck and wrapping his arms around her. She sighed. “Oh, by the way. I work in the mornings, so you’ll only see me at night. My sister will take care of you during the day.”
“Which one?”
“Melaza.” He gasped, but she didn’t notice. She’d fallen asleep in his arms.