Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Taste Of Honey pt. I: Sweeter Than Wine ❯ The Long, Dark Bathtime Of The Soul ( Chapter 6 )

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

MNK:I got the title for this chapter from a book written by Douglas Adams, called, The Long, Dark Tea-Time Of The Soul. This chapter is also a lemon. Also, it describes Ambrosia as using Kitty’s most infamous move: The Orchid Bomb. In case you haven’t read the Katnipped saga or the Legacy of Katnip, an Orchid Bomb is a small blast that sucks in the chi it is planted in, and spits it back out in an exponentially higher amount of negative energy.

Kaioshin woke in a dark room, on his back on a soft bed. There was soft music in the air, and moonlight shone down on him.
“Did anybody get the number of that bus?” he groaned. There was a small gasp, and he felt a hand caressing his battered cheek.
“Aii! Mon chur Chien Tang, do you live? Say something else, that I may know t’wasn’t a dream!”
“Ouch?” he couldn’t hold back the hopeful smile. “Ambrosia?” She lay a tender kiss upon his bruised, bloody lips.
“Ay, it’s me,” she smiled. “and you’re a mess.” He rolled his eyes as she began raising her chi.
“I noticed. What happened?”
“Yaz happened.” He could feel her power skyrocketing. “You held back in your fighting, and it angered him. So…” she halted. “he killed you. A lot.” She climbed up on the bed and knelt, gently straddling his lower gut. He felt her tail wrap around his left leg, (which felt broken,) as her hands slid under his shirt to rest on his bruised pecs.
‘She can’t wait till I’m healed?! Dear kais, I’ve created a monster!’ His thoughts were interrupted when he realized she wasn’t doing anything! She sat there, eyes closed, brows tightly knit, almost glowing with energy. After five minutes, she groaned and collapsed at his side. It was then that Kaioshin noticed…his wounds were all healed! He looked over at Ambrosia in the crook of his arm. Her silvery violet hair flowed over her shoulder like a river of ink, and her cheeks were slightly flushed from the exertion. She seemed dozing, breathing slow and deep, till he heard her groan. Se lifted a hand and formed a tiny ball of purple chi---an orchid bomb. “Uh, Ajhi-chan?” he whimpered. She carefully reached over and planted it in her back, eyes still closed.
“I’ll be fine in a few minutes,” she murmured, snuggling up to him. “Wake me ten from now.” He felt her form go limp as she passed out from exhaustion.
Kaioshin spent the next fifteen minutes just staring at the woman next to him…inhaling her lilac-mead musk for all he was worth…gazing at the moon beams dancing over her face…running his fingers through her silken hair…feeling her breast rise and fall against his side…finally he convinced himself to wake her. “Ambrosia…”he stroked her cheek and kissed her brow. Her eyelids slowly lifted, and her deep black eyes focused on him, then darted to the clock.
“Ten till turshga…” she gave him a quick kiss and walked over to the bathroom. “Great timing!”
When Kibito finally awoke, he found himself alone in what appeared to be a dormitory of sorts. Empty beds lined the walls, separated by cupboard like stands. The walls, covers, even the tiles in the floor were all of some shade or other of blue. He heard a gentle step as a tall creature entered the room. His black hair was long and coarse, and grew from between his rounded ears down his hunched neck. His eyes glinted of gold and were cheerful above his canine snout. His body seemed to be covered in short brown fur, with black spots, and a short bushy tail the color of his mane. He was clothed in a long white coat and white slacks, with a stethoscope around his neck. The creature walked on his bare hind feet, and seemed almost human in stature and build, but for the outward canine influences such as the heavy rounded muzzle, low brow, and curved neck. Even the hands seemed as paws, with their light fur and blunt claws. Still, the digits were too long for toes, it had opposable thumbs, and it seemed more formed like the human hand, only with short, stubby fingers. All together he appeared to be a humanoid creature that had evolved from the spotted hyena. Kibito was terrified, and tried to scoot away, but felt a terrible pain in his back as he did so.
“It’s alright!” the creature cried out in a musical voice, throwing out his palms. “Don’t move----I’m here to help.” Kibito calmed down and settled himself. “You’re pretty much healed except your back has a few strained muscles.” The hyena man cautiously walked over to the cabinet by Kibito’s bed. From it he pulled a jar of a nasty green substance swirled with brown. “Now if you would just lie on your stomach, we can get your back taken care of.” Kibito’s gut squirmed as a hazel eyed Salzain with black hair and a brown tail entered the room. Still, he carefully rolled over. The woman gently pulled down the covers, and pushed aside Kibito’s long snowy hair. As he was missing his clothes, the air was rather cold on his back. He was shocked as he felt a glob of warm gel hit his back. The woman began gently rubbing it into the muscles around his spine.
“What the…?” he gasped feeling an almost electric shock spreading throughout every place the gel touched.
“It’s peppermint, poppies, and hens teeth.” she explained. “It’ll help heal your injuries.”
“Oh.” There were a few moments of silence. “Who are you?”
“I am Doctor Witch-Hazel Sorciérre D’Lica. You can call me Hazel. This is Doctor Victorio del Shreah. Your sparring with Orana took a nasty turn.”
“But I never laid a hand on her! You mean she just beat me to a pulp?!!” He felt a sharp pain in his back.
“No, all the damage was caused by that one punch, except your broken tail-bone.”
“What caused that?”
“The wall.” his throat clenched and immediately, agony shot up his spine.
“Calm down, man!” Hazel scolded as she massaged the electrifying gunk into his shoulder blades. “Clenching your muscles only makes it worse. Besides, the bones have been healed.” he turned his head putting his ear flat on the pillow. On the other cupboard lay a strange almost cat-like creature. The fur was mostly steel blue, but here and there were a few pieces of gold or copper fur. The ears were round, and the eyes were slim, above a short, almost canine muzzle. The tail was long and catlike, thicker at the base, and longer than the body. Its paws were tiny with retractable claws.
“What in the worlds…?’’ Kibito asked. Victorio gently stroked the sleeping creature.
“A genet.” he answered. “She’s been watching you since the accident.”
“Accident?!” Kibito exclaimed. “That was no accident! She hit me on purpose!” A familiar pain shot up his spine, earning a groan and grimace.
“She expected you to block that punch.. Orana isn’t used to sparring with people under her strength. Not to mention, in Lican sparring there is no mercy, regardless of age, race, appearance, or sex.” It was true. Kibito had allowed her the first punch because he was a gentleman, and she a lady. He’d never imagined that such a frail, delicate creature could pack such a wallop! “This little creature,” Victorio continued. “Has been quite worried about you. She must have fallen asleep in the last twenty minutes, since the last time I was in here, she was curled up on your chest staring at you.” Kibito was dumbfounded. Why was this little creature so attached to him? Hazel had finished rubbing his back, so he rolled over and sat up. Gently, so as not to wake her, he took the small creature into his arms. He was certain he could hear a low thrumming from her throat as he gently stroked her back and rubbed behind her ears. Slowly, her steel blue eyes opened and fixated on his. Seeing him awake and well, her tail wound around his arm and she rubbed her cheek against his bare chest.
“Well, now that she knows you’re alright, I guess you can go back to your room. Your muscles are basically healed, but they may still be a little sore. If your back does anything out of the ordinary, like seizing up or popping, a good rubbing with horse liniment might help.” Victorio handed him his clothes, and they left so he could dress. Once he was dressed, he headed out the door and down the hall.
The sounds of gently running water had finally slowed, and Kaioshin’s ears strained for any sounds coming from the bathroom. Soon Ambrosia appeared in a long, white, terry-cloth robe. She held out her hand and beckoned him closer. “Come.” she said with a smile that gave no hint that her intent could be anything but innocent kindness. As though in a daze, he followed her into the other room. The skylight filled the room with the light of Aniria’s three moons--blue, white, and lavender--bathing the room in an almost periwinkle color. Other than a candle with an odd blue flame, there was no other light in the room, bathing Ambrosia’s flesh in an almost morning glory hue. The tub was filled with steaming water, and a pile of towels sat on the table beside it. “Now that you’re all healed, let’s get you cleaned up.” She closed the door and turned around. With her hands on his hips, she slowly drew him to her. The robe was so rough against his skin…he slid one hand down and untied her belt, as she slipped her hands up his shirt and caressed his back. He gently pushed the robe off her shoulders. The thick robe slid to the floor, leaving her in only the satin briefs and bra beneath. With a gentle pull, she removed the sleeveless shirt he wore, and he pushed her under wear to her knees. They fell to the floor as she pushed his boxers over his hips.
As the bare skinned Kai took in the sight of the ravishing nearly-nude Venus before him, new emotions raced through his mind and a fiery warmth coursed through his veins as his pulse pounded. Only the thin layer of navy satin lay between him and the most valuable treasure man has ever strived for----his counterpart…his soul-mate…his love. Almost in a drunken daze, he lay his palms on her sides and backed up against the smooth tile wall, pulling her tightly against him. She gasped, shuddered, and lay her head on his shoulder as she felt his need for her attempting to forcibly penetrate the closeness of her inner thighs. Her hips ground weakly against his, as his hands moved down to the rounded hill from which her sparkling soft tail sprouted, caressing the flesh while her tail wrapped around his waist, trying to pull him closer.
The feel of the soft satin gliding over his bare chest was like feeding the flame burning in his gut; he slipped his arms behind her as she nipped his left shoulder. As her heart raced beside his, he unhooked the strap of the last barrier, and hesitantly slid it off. He felt her shudder as their bare skin pressed together, from the cheek on his shoulder, to the soft tail clamped firmly around his waist. All at once he felt her lips upon his and he whirled about, pinning her to the wall, grinding his desire against her thigh. He kissed her neck, she nipped his ear, they did their damndest to merge bodies through sheer pressure…
Out of nowhere came a feeling of guilt, as though he were committing a mortal sin by loving her so. He released her and backed away. “What’s wrong?” she whispered, almost hurt. “What evil does cause such change that you leave my arms for the draft of an empty room? Have I wronged you?” She came to his side and embraced him from behind, burying her face in his neck. “Whatever ill I’ve done, I swear it wasn’t meant…” He made as if to pull away, but stopped. “This shouldn’t be…” he whispered. “I know much of the Licans, and even the Kais, great as they are, are undeserving of such perfection.” He turned and ran the tip of his finger along her collar bone. “I don’t deserve you. Thus I am guilty of rape.” He began to leave, but her tail shot out and wrapped around his waist. He looked up, confused, yet hopeful.
“You told me before, but I believed you drunk on my musk…” she murmured, her lips only inches away from his, tangling her fingers in his feathery white mane as she backed him toward the bathtub. “…and now it’s my turn to say it.” He felt the porcelain wall meet his back and his desire returned tenfold. “Tar asghra nen neschar po liscana, mon chur Chien Tang.” she purred, her palms slowly stroking his sides. “I’ve not half the positive qualities you have.” She pushed her pelvis forward, so that the temple of Venus met his manhood, and lowered her voice as he got lost in her eyes. “Tis you who’ve no need for shame.”
It was just as he had dreamed. Water streaked her hair, changing the color and dripping down her neck. Her tail pulsed lightly about his waist, as her eyes burned into his. Her arms clasped his shoulders tightly as his hands slid under and supported her weight. Her legs locked around his waist, while her tail twined about his leg. “Shin…” she whispered as his body searched out the road to her soul. Their eyes closed and their lips sought each other out, drawn by some emotional force. Just at that moment, Shin remembered the dream he’d had earlier. It was just as vivid, till the pain set in. what if…?
Their lips connected and he forgot everything as their bodies became one. All concentration was set on the simple fact that one and one aren’t always two. Shin’s left arm shot up to her back, clenching her to him with all his might, as her hips ground against his. He could smell her musk growing stronger, and he held her against the wall, and thrust into her. He slipped and she threw out her arms. They slid unharmed into the water. He rolled on top of her and smirked. “Now, where were we? Oh yes…” he thrust into her again, provoking a loud moan.
“Shin?”
“Never you mind, beauty.” he purred, beginning his gentle assault on her fragile body. “Never you mind.”
Kibito took a quick shower, and got dressed for bed. Just as he was about to crawl in, he noticed the genet perched on top of the cabinet by the door. “Well, hey there!” he grunted. “I didn’t expect to see you!” he reached down to stroke her but there was a loud snap, and his back seized up. He fought back a scream. The genet looked worried.
“Take off your shirt and lie on your gut.” an unseen voice ordered. It sounded familiar, though he couldn’t put a name or face to it. So as not to anger the voice, he did as he was told. The genet quitted her perch, and nosed open the cabinet. She grabbed a bottle with her tail, and slunk toward the bed. A shock came to him as she slowly crossed the floor. Right before his eyes, she transformed. Fur turned to flesh, mane turned to hair, paw turned to hand. It wasn’t long before the creature was walking on two human like feet, looking worried, but still sexy as Hell. Hips swaying, tail clutching the bottle, and upset eyes staring deep into his. It was the first person he’d wanted to see----and also the last.
Orana lay the back of her hand on Kibito’s bare brow. “Well, your fever’s gone.” she half heartedly smiled. “That’ll help. As for your back, does it still hurt?”
“Y…Yes.” She gently stroked his neck, earning a shiver.
“Well, I know what’ll help, right?” Kibito was too terrified, to enamored to answer. Orana crawled onto the bed beside him, and got situated in a kneeling position just over his rear. He could barely feel her weight touching him, as though a butterfly had lit on his hand. Gorgeous or not, she couldn’t be a Kai--she was almost weightless, and she was too graceful. But what really bothered him was her eyes. They were catlike and steely, with black pupils so deep nothing reflected in them. Empty, yet amazingly deep and full to the brim. Her eyes terrified and confused him, awakening emotions long dormant, and a familiar burning in his gut. Of course, her tail made him nervous, but not as much as those eyes. As of yet he couldn’t figure out why she’d mounted him, much less from the back. When he felt a glob of minty smelling gel hit his back, he understood. The smell of the liniment and her own unique musk had removed his senses. He felt giddy, intoxicated, and nothing like himself. Unintentionally, he let out a deep throaty groan as her gentle hands danced over his shoulder blades. She smirked.
“Feeling better?” she whispered tantalizingly by his ear, her gentle breath toying with the sensitive flesh.. He released a rather indistinguishable moan.
“How…can you be…so light?” he asked after ten or so minutes. She took it as a compliment.
“The dove winged woman in the gymn, Aurora, is my half sister.” she explained in a soothing voice, savoring the feeling of his rock hard muscles. “Our race, the Tratho, are natural fliers. In order to ride the air, we must be light weight. We can control our own gravity…” he felt her get a bit heavier, igniting a flame of pleasure that raced through his veins. “…and fly at light speed.”
“Why don’t you have wings?” she paused for a moment.
“I am only half Tratho. Not to mention, I was born sickly, and did not have wings. I can transform and acquire them, but I’m not strong enough to keep them always. I also have little control over my body temperature.” Kibito didn’t hear the last part, because by now he was feeling as amorous as a stag in rut, and the feel of her womanhood pressing against his tender flesh wasn’t helping a bit. Finally she sensed that he felt better, so she slid off his back and left to wash her hands. When she returned, she’d traded her slacks, long sleeved shirt, and mantle, for a long flannel night gown. As she drew nearer, he noticed she wore slacks under it, as well as socks. Hardly a bit of her pale flesh was uncovered, but her hands, head and tail. Yet it was warm enough out to sleep nude!
“Ehh…it’s not that cold in here.” he ventured. She rolled her eyes and drew the curtains.
“I TOLD you. I have a deformed hypothalamus. My body has little ability to control it’s temperature, so I’m usually cold, even in the work shop.”
“Workshop?”
“I’m a black-smith/silver-smith.” she explained. “I live with Aurora up in the frozen North, but rarely venture from my smithy.”
“What do you do?”
“I’ll show you.” She opened the closet and brought out a sword and crown. The crown was simple, made of platinum, rising to a point in the middle, with a vein of pale gold around it. In the center was an almost white sapphire in the shape of a coat-of-arms. She handed him the sword. It was of a silver metal, and elegantly cut, with a slight curve to the shining blade. It’s handle was silver, wrapped in cord of gold and copper woven together. He drew the sword from it’s scabbard, which was silver, capped and clamped with a gold colored metal----aurumite. Inside the bottom of the scabbard was a whetstone, formed to rest on the bottom, and sharpen the sword as it was drawn. Kibito was astounded.
“You MADE this?!” he whispered in awe.
“I made the sword and crown. My mother made the scabbard as a test for my talent. She said that if I could forge a sword to fit that scabbard so that it would sharpen as it was drawn without scratching the metal, then there was no more she could teach me.”
“What kind of metal is it? The sword, that is.”
“Murkurite.”
“But doesn’t that give off a harmful radiation?”
“When I passed mother’s test, I set about searching for a way to neutralize it. When I turned 120 years of age, I succeeded. Now the energy is implanted into other substances, neutralizing it enough that it can be used as a source of power, while the metal is harder, and suited for anything under high stress-----like swords.”
“So you made this, all on your own? No help?”
“Yes.” she blushed. “Nearly every sword carried by the Licans and Shreans was made by me, as well as any crown or circlet.” She returned the sword and crown to the closet, and turned back to him. Suddenly,
“Oh, drat!” Kibito was confused.
“What?” She sighed and headed to the door.
“I forgot to have Delilah help me do my hair.” An odd look crossed his face. Do? She noticed, and began ticking the steps off on her slender fingers. “Brush, comb, braid, pin. I can’t do it on my own because it’s too long. And I look AWFUL in short hair! I’ll just wake her up.” she headed for the door; Kibito caught her by the shoulder. She turned to find him scratching the back of his head, Goku-style, looking quite bashful, eyes darting.
“No, she’ll be asleep by now. Don’t bother.” She looked confused.
“But…” His eyes finally met hers.
“I…uh…wouldn’t mind helping.” He turned even redder than usual. She smiled and pulled a brush, comb, band, and handful of barrettes from her dresser. Kibito finally exhaled as she gracefully sat on the edge of the bed.
As Kibito brushed the tangles out of her waist length, sensually soft hair, he realized that the room he’d been sleeping in was actually hers. There was a fireplace, and the bedclothes were heavy and warm. The whole room was decorated in her favorite colors: silver, white, gold, steel blue, and copper, and everything was very soft. She’d lent him her room, and waited till he was comfortable around her. Emotions left dormant for generations were awakened by her musk--a scent like sugar, steel, cornflower, and a soft fruity scent he didn’t recognize. Because Licans are born with musk that mimics their habitat, it was most likely a plant from her home planet, Tuatha- sei. Hardly aware of it, he brought his face down to her mane and inhaled the magical scent it released, reveling in its softness. The feeling of a sharp hardness growing between his thighs awoke him from his dream, and he shyly set about braiding her hair and pinned it up. With that she replaced the brush and comb in her dresser. “It’s not much,” he apologized as she eyed her reflection. “I’m not used to hair dressing.” She smiled and turned back to the door that led to the guest room. (Where she’d been sleeping.)
“Oh, Kibito!” she laughed, gazing at him flirtatiously. “I think it’s PERFECT. Besides, I only pin it up so it doesn’t get tangled…or wrapped around my throat. Thank you. Bon soir, m’sieur!” she was half way through the door when she felt a heavy hand light on her shoulder. She turned and found herself only inches away from Kibito. She looked up at him, (being a few inches shorter that he,) with a questioning, yet still enticing look. He was getting hotter----harder----more nervous----so stiff that it HURT like nothing he’d ever imagined.
“Wait…” he whispered hoarsely, pulling her closer with a hesitance unlike him. “…don’t go.” The look she gave him reminded him of a girl from his past. The girl he’d give his balls to see again. The memory of her made him feel guilty. “This is your room. I’ll go.” Orana gave a wily smile as he turned to leave.
“Oh, Kibito…” she called after him. He froze. She walked over and wrapped her tail around his leg, bringing closed eyes and a tremble of pleasure. “do stay…”
“HUH?!“ he was in shock. He couldn’t believe it just couldn’t be true! Was she feeling the way he was? His hopes were rewarded as she shyly answered, tucking her arms behind her.
“I…asked if you’d stay with me tonight.” he caught her glance. She was as nervous and lonely as he was. Well, as long as they didn’t have sex, he could still tell his beloved Rana that he’d waited for her. He smiled and closed the door. “All my dreams…” she whispered, stepping into his arms. “all my dreams.”