Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Taste Of Honey pt. I: Sweeter Than Wine ❯ Falling Back To Me ( Chapter 7 )

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

MNK:Orana...Who the Hell is she? Why does Kibito think he knows her? Before you say “EEEW, GROSS!” about Kibito in Love, remember that the potion Hazel gave Kaibito separated Shin and Kibito, but also returned them to the prime of their youth. Needless to say, he’s not all wrinkly any more. Lady Nice Kai commented to me while reading over the last chapter for me, that Kibito must have been rather handsome as a youth. I decided to write it so, to please her. This story was also originally a lemon, but the same goes for it as the other chapters. There are many reasons why I call the Taste Of Honey stories my masterpiece. This was literally one of the first Animé themed stories I’d ever written, and I am still changing it around today. In its pure form, it so far has the most lemon scenes of all my stories.

Though Orana was quite cold, Kibito was rather warm and had his shirt off. Orana lay with her head nestled in his muscular chest, breathing heavy in her ecstasy as the beating of his heart sang to her. One thing nipped at his mind. “Orana?”
“Hmm?” she looked up. He spoke softly and hesitantly.
“I don’t know why, but I can’t shake the feeling that I know you.”
“That’s because you do.” she smiled. “two hundred years ago, you visited my home planet to consult an esteemed elder who lived there. My Lican sister Melaza and I met you and Shin. She fell head over heels for Shin, and I for you. When we were separated, I nearly died, but I still hoped. This was my chance to find out if you still loved me, even after all these years, and how well you’ve held to your promise.” Kibito seemed in shock.
“Rana…” he murmured, cupping her chin in his palm and stroking her cheek with his thumb. He was ready to take her right then and there. He’d always been ready to do so, in fact, even back when she was a young girl of twenty years, with shoulder length hair and a sweater. Always ready, but now they were together again, and they were alone. “Oh, Rana how can you forgive me? I lay with you thinking you were another woman.”
“But you kept it at that; besides, I was doing my damndest to seduce you to my side. You’ve done no wrong.” he pulled her closer and buried his face in her hair.
“Aii, Rana.” he moaned. “You’ve changed so much…and so little…why did you change your name?” She rubbed her cheek against his collar bone.
“Baka! My full name is Orana. Rana is just a nick name I picked up. I love them both.” she looked directly into his eyes. And I also love you. they said. That one look was enough to kill Kibito. He pushed her into the mattress, straddling her hips. Orana gazed up at him.
“Is that so?” he croaked, his voice rough from restraining himself. “Is that so,
Rana-chan?” her eyes deepened, and she blushed.
Of course. her eyes said. how could it be any other way? her expression grew sad, full of longing and shame. ever since I met you, I’ve dreamed of being in your arms…of having you inside me, making me whole…she noted his odd expression, and upon realizing that he was reading her eyes, she turned beet red and turned her head in humiliation. He remembered what she’d said earlier…all my dreams, all my dreams. Kibito trailed his eyes over every inch of her body available to sight.
“And you STILL feel this way?” he asked in a calm voice, stroking her tail. She nodded. “Say it Rana. Say it, that I have proof.” her breast was beginning to heave with her panting.
“DAMMIT, YES!!!” she gasped as he massaged her tail. Torturing her like this hurt him in more ways than one, but he couldn’t unless she bid him to. It was not his nature.
“Well…” he murmured hesitantly. “What shall I do?” the pain was getting worse.
“Oh, Ki-BITO!” she trembled, curling her tail about his waist. “TAKE ME, Bito-chan! Take me NOW!” A wild look appeared in his eyes. It was time to carry out what he’d longed for since he met her long ago. He pulled her off the bed, holding her against him as her need made her dizzy. She held on as he unbuttoned her gown, and slipped it off with her pants. She toed off her socks as he carelessly slipped out of his pants and tied his hair back, rocking his hips against hers. Unlike his innocent master, Kaioshin, he had been well acquainted with sex as a young man. He’d been strong, handsome, and well bred, so many a shallow maid flocked to him, begging him to be their first. He’d learned much from them, and in turn treated them all gently, though their actions he far from approved of.
Then he met his master, who was terrified of women, and didn’t even know what the word ‘sex’ meant. It comes to no surprise that he followed a life of chastity. While they were on a planet called Tuatha-sei for a year, they met Melaza and Orana. Melaza hadn’t said much, preferring to admire Shin from a distance, knowing full well he had no clue of her feelings for him. Orana, however, wasn’t so shy. She was infatuated with Kibito, and he with her. All the time he wasn’t with Shin, he spent in courting Orana. He would have resigned to marry her, but her was pulled away to fight in the Pygorthian rebellion. Kibito and Orana had never made love, but spent many a night in one another’s arms. On the day of departure, Kibito took Orana into his arms. “Come with me!” he’d said. “When the war’s over, nothing will keep us apart.”
“No.” Melaza had said. “We’ll have our own war to fight soon.” Kibito’s heart was breaking.
“Will I ever see you again?” he’d asked Rana with tears in his eyes. She smiled, trying to hide her pain.
“Of course, Bito-chan. I can feel it in my heart.” His last words to her were heart felt., and he kept them from then on.
“I’ll wait for you, Rana-chan. Till my death I’ll wait for you.” And he had. Even after he was killed by Dabura and resurrected, he still waited for her. He spent all two hundred years devoting everything to his master, and the memory of his dear Rana, the snow-angel without wings. His disposition grew sour as he aged, but when his youth was returned to him, his crankiness vanished along with the wrinkles on his face. Now she was here, and here was he. All the emotions he’d boarded up in his heart came bursting forth like a broken dam.
Kibito used everything he’d learned in his youth now----he held her tight against him, tangling his fingers in her hair, while their ears rubbed together by the heavy kiss he lay on her neck. Still rocking his hips back and forth, he slid his thumbs into the waistbands of her briefs and slid them down far enough that they fell and she kicked them off. It was then that he noticed a major difference between her and most women. There was no coarse, curly hair in that blessed region; instead it was carpeted with thick, silky fur, like the fur of her tail, while the rest of her bare skin was devoid of any hint of hair. Orana stood panting with her face buried in his chest. He reached up and his hands caught hers, sliding them down to the hem of his boxers. Such a violent tremor raced through her body that he for a moment thought she was having a seizure. She couldn’t move. He understood. It was her shyness again. No matter how saucy she’d acted before, she was still shy. “Go on.” he whispered. “It’s alright.” She couldn’t move. Kibito leaned back and gazed at her eyes, hidden by fringed lids. “Are you sure about this?” he asked gently. Slowly, her head nodded. “We’ll stop if you want…just say the word.” She shook her head and leaned into him. His hands on hers, they pushed his only clothing off. She trembled as his best attribute was freed and came in contact with her woman hood, but the moan issuing forth was caught as his mouth covered hers in a kiss more passionate than any they’d ever shared. Orana flung her arms around his neck, as her tail clenched his leg. The kiss ended and he gently picked her up. He lay her on the satin clothed bed, all the while soaking in the beauty and purity before him. “So long…” he murmured stroking her navy satin brassier. “so long have I waited for you.”
“And I for you, Bito-chan.” She whispered, stroking his thigh. This awoke a new concern in his mind.
“Then, you’ve never…done this before?” She shook her head. “Are you afraid?” She shook her head again, more determinably this time. The smile she wore urged him on; he knelt between her spread thighs and spread out over her. “Don’t worry, Love.” he said huskily by her ear as he reached to unhook her bra. “I’ll be gentle.”
“Don’t worry so!” she purred as he pulled the satin garment off. “if I can kick your ass with one punch, surely I can take a bit ‘o roughhousing!” he smirked and took her snowy, rose-tipped breasts into his hands, kneading them gently. Soon he took the right one to his mouth, his lips, teeth, and tongue harassing her flesh as his manhood was slowly eased toward the doorway. All at once, Orana let out a tiny squeak as the two elements came in contact. His whole body screamed at him to gun it, but he knew she’d be hurt. Besides----it was their first time. (and hopefully not the last.) He wanted it to be as pleasurable as possible to both of them. Slowly, so slowly he felt to lose his mind, Kibito entered her, till he and Orana were one single entity. At the contact of the two bodies, Orana let out a groan that could’ve shaken the foundation. There was no more room…she’d reached the hilt. Kibito lay a gentle kiss on her ear.
“Rana-chan?” he murmured. “Are you alright?” she wrapped her legs and tail around his waist and lay a shower of gentle nips on his neck, gasping in between.
“Why…the fuck...did you stop…you stupid…filthy…Kai-damned…bastard…keep…going&# 8230;”
This little speech surprised him, yet excited him just the same. ‘Well!’ he thought mischievously. ‘In that case…’ It started easy, a gentle push and pull, so slow it drove her mad. The thrusts escalated in force and speed till he was certain she’d break. Yet, she tossed her hips up higher, pushed against him harder, and clutched him to her as though she’d die were they to ever part. Even as he concentrated on the love of his life, moaning beneath him, he couldn’t help but be enraptured at the realization that of all the ‘women’ whom he’d bedded before he met his dear Rana, it had never been anywhere near like this. Most had lain still, making a variety of sounds, a few attempting to return the favor, yet none had been like her. She was shy, yet blunt about what she sought, while still returning every once of pleasure tenfold in every movement, thought, and sound. She put her lips to his ear and savagely caressed it with her tongue and teeth to the chorus of his moans and their pounding hearts. He released his death grip on the sheets and moved to rubbing her sides. She pulled her lips away for a moment, and shocked him by laying her hands upon his. “Harder, Bito-chan…” she murmured into his neck, pressing his nails into her flesh. “Harder.” he resumed his stroking, this time raking his sharp nails across her soft flesh, leaving thin red lines in their wake. A look of pure ecstasy came over her face, and her mouth opened in a mute, joyful scream, while her tail slunk up to brush the soft fur on its tip against Kibito’s testicles. ‘So she likes being scratched, eh?’ he thought wickedly, taking advantage of those sharp nails as he returned to massaging her breasts. Boldly she rolled over and landed mounted on top of him like a prize stud and his mare, thrusting even harder than he had. For some reason this new position brought pleasure even greater to them both. Kibito knew it was coming…he could feel the explosion building up…the perfect time to make her his.
“Rana?” he panted.
“Yes, Bito-chan?” she murmured into his neck.
“W…Will you be…my…my mate?” his words were separated by grunts, as he was having trouble holding it back.
“I thought you’d ne…ver ask…” she whispered. “I…will…” His canines weren’t as sharp as her small fangs, but they’d do the job with a little extra force. He pulled back his upper lip and slammed them into her pale neck, as her sharp fangs sank even deeper into his, triggering the explosive release. The lovers clutched each other tightly, Orana’s nails imprinting on Kibito’s back. When it was over, they lapped up the blood seeping from one another’s necks, savoring the wild, feral taste. Just before the bleeding stopped, the fresh wounds were pressed together, bringing a fresh, hot, tingling sensation, as their DNA permanently fused. His blood…her blood…their blood. Finally they pulled the bond marks apart. Orana greedily licked the last smears of ‘their blood’ from Kibito’s neck, as he chuckled warmly.
“Why, you little vampire!”
“Look who’s talkin’.” she smiled, licking a bit of blood from his lower lip, then giving him a taste of their blood, by claiming his lips in a soft, sweet kiss. Without bothering to separate and dress, the lovers drifted off to sleep, Kibito inside Orana, Orana in his arms.