Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Birth of a Prince ❯ In the Gravity Room ( Chapter 23 )

Warning…kawaii Lemon!!!

This chapter is dedicated with thanks to For-Chan, for all her sporking.

Part 23 In the Gravity Room

Gohan panted and squirmed in Piccolo's lap as the Namek simply stared at his persistent erection.

"Piccolo…pul…pul…please….I need more," whined Gohan desperately. If anything, his brief release had merely whetted his need. He thrust urgently against Piccolo's hand, which closed reflexively around Gohan's rock hard member.

"Easy Gohan," said Piccolo quietly in his ear. "I'll take care of you."

"Need…more," gasped Gohan, his tail snaking its way around Piccolo's waist and cinching them closer together as Piccolo's hand stroked him firmly. He ached inside, wanting something to fill him, needing it desperately. "More," he groaned again. Then louder, "MORE, PLEASE!!"

"More what Gohan," asked Piccolo. "Tell me what you need."

Unable to form a coherent sentence, Gohan grasped Piccolo's other hand and guided it determinedly to his entrance. The Namek hesitated, even remembering what Goku and Vegeta had told him about Saiyjin sex, he was reluctant to do something that he was certain would hurt the boy. Gohan didn't share his reservations however, as he moaned almost incoherently, "Need you….Piccolo…please…inside…."

Against his better judgment, Piccolo complied, slipping one large finger into Gohan's surprisingly slick entrance. Gohan's reaction was instantaneous. He yelped and bucked against Piccolo's hands, one still stroking his quivering need, the other nestled snugly between his nether cheeks. Figuring that he had come this far, Piccolo decided to follow the advice of the two Saiyjins and began to move his finger slightly, thrusting back and forth. Gohan flung his head back against his teacher's shoulder, spiky black hair contrasting sharply with the pink and green of Piccolo's skin as his arms found their way around Piccolo's neck clutching tightly as he groaned.

"More," he whispered. Piccolo, seeing as how Gohan wasn't in any sort of pain, besides the pain caused by his unfulfilled need, slowly added another finger. Saiyjins must have a natural secretion, thought Piccolo, as he detected a strong, sweet smell that wasn't Gohan's heat musk, coming from the boy. It stands to reason he thought, if Goku's family is childbearing. The implications of that escaped him however, as his fingers inadvertently brushed up against a small bundle of nerves hidden deep within Gohan's depths. Gohan shrieked and froze, coming again, seed spilling out over Piccolo's hand and splattering his chest.

Gohan struggled to catch his breath, shuddering violently, tail squeezing and releasing rhythmically in time to his climax. When he could draw enough air into his lungs to speak, he sighed and murmured, "Oh, do that again, please Piccolo-sama."

Piccolo obligingly brushed his fingers over that small, sweet spot again, and was rewarded with a whimper from Gohan, and the stiffening of his member which had formerly been at half mast. Caressing the seed slicked manhood back into its previous rigidity earned him another throaty moan from Gohan, and surprisingly, a deep rumbling sound from low in his chest became audible. It kind of sounded like a growl…Piccolo was concerned.

"Are you ok Gohan?" he asked softly.

"Mmmm….'m better than ok…feels so gooooood." The rumbling grew in volume.

"Then what's that sound you're making?"

Gohan's eyes closed in ecstasy. "I'm purring," he sighed.

Piccolo's eyebrow ridges quirked. "Do all Saiyjins purr?" he asked curiously.

Gohan's head lolled against his shoulder. "Um hmm." Piccolo had to stifle a laugh as he imagined Vegeta purring. His attention was drawn back to his student as Gohan suddenly halted the hand that was fondling his penis. "What is it?" asked Piccolo. "Did I hurt you?" Gohan only smiled.

Piccolo felt the boy's warm furry length unwrap itself from around his waist and come to rest across his newly vacant hand.

"Touch my tail, Piccolo-sama," whispered Gohan. "But carefully. It's very sensitive."

Piccolo intrigued, obeyed. He stroked the dark brown tail gently, ruffling the fur with his nails and was pleased at the intake of breath from Gohan. He thrust again with his other hand, and stroked that softest fuzz carefully in time with his movements. Gohan's purr intensified as he coiled his tail around Piccolo's hand and began to plunge his hips back against Piccolo's questing fingers.

As with the other two times, Piccolo expected the boy to climax quickly, and was surprised as Gohan continued to ride his fingers in rhythm to the petting of his tail, showing every sign (and grunt, and moan and whimper) of intense pleasure, but not climaxing.

Ten minutes later, Gohan was still going strong, but Piccolo could sense that his energy was flagging. It wasn't surprising, the boy hadn't eaten in two days, and for a Saiyjin that was nearly impossible to believe. And considering the amount of energy the teen had been expending….Piccolo frowned and came to a decision. His fingers took a firmer grasp on the writhing pelted appendage, as he ruffled his fingernails against the lie of the fur; at the same time, his fingers brushed, and then pushed against Gohan's sweet spot. As his fingernails caressed upwards, Gohan began to shake. As he reached the base of his tail, he rubbed firmly against the spot inside Gohan, and simultaneously gripped the tail's base tightly, almost roughly. Gohan sat up abruptly, releasing his arms from their place around Piccolo's neck and exploded with tremendous force, and a quiet whimper. Spent, he collapsed back against his sensei's chest. It was a moment before the Namek realized that the boy had passed out cold.

Piccolo chuckled slightly as he carried Gohan back over to the mattress and laid him down gently. He was startled to realize that despite their strenuous activities, the demi-Saiyjin was quite cool to the touch, as though the internal fire that had raged within him had for the moment at least, been quenched. Piccolo brushed a stray lock of black hair gently from the smooth forehead, and whispered, "I'll be here when you wake up Gohan."

And settling himself a few feet away, he assumed his favored meditation posture, hovering slightly as he slipped into a trance. His last thought before he found inner peace was, "This is going to be a very looong week."

To be continued….