Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Changing Seasons ❯ Forbidden Fruit ( Chapter 4 )

Alaura looked around as they landed and saw that they had landed in a city park. A very large city by the looks of the skyscrapers and highway systems in the far distance. She looked at Gohan in confusion and he said; "I wanted to land here to ask you something, Alaura." When she only looked at him, fear in her eyes, though he wished she'd stop looking at him that way. He wasn't about to hurt her or let her come to any harm, "How do you feel about me? Do you feel the same as I feel about you?

Don't answer right away! Think about it. I want an honest answer, even if it's no. If it's no, then," And here the pain on his face was almost too much for her to bear, she nearly threw herself into his arms just to smooth away that look from his eyes, "Then I will take you back to your beach and leave and you won't have to worry about this any longer."

"Gohan, I…" She started, her stomach in knots. It'd been so long, so long since Piccolo'd loved her the way he used to, in the beginning, and when Neko was a little girl. The kiss they had shared upon he and Neko's departure was about the only expression of love he'd shown her in a very long while.

Not only did her heart need comforting, but she felt as if her body was wasting away as well for want of attention, any attention. She hated herself for what she was about to say, for what she was about to do, for she still kept a small flame of love burning within her for Piccolo, though it had been fading lower and lower like a candle whose wick had been burned too often, over the years, and the last thing she wanted to do was hurt him. But she, like Gohan, who stood before her with that little-boy expression of expectation and anxiousness in his eyes, could not help the way she felt nor the phyically need building up inside of her.

She nodded, unable to form words and stepped into his embrace, tilting her face upwards to brush his lips with her own. He groaned as he accepted her wordless affirmation and she felt his hardness pressing against her as he lifted her, once more, to the sky. She looked down when they'd slowed and saw a series of buildings below, they all looked the same, round roofs, compact, reminding her of a storybook she'd seen as a child about these tiny creatures who dwelled within hollowed out mushrooms. He landed with her on the doorstop of one such structure and explained that it belonged to a friend of his who was, at the moment, elsewhere. He would elaborate and she did not ask him too, she simply waited while he fished a key out from somewhere and unlocked the circular door, shoving it open and gesturing her inside.

She paused befor stepping over the threshold, realizing that the moment she did so, everything about her life would change, if she wished it to or not. The moment she walked into this house with Gohan, she could never go back to the way it was before. Never. Heartsick and yet still at the mercy of her body's undeniable hunger, she lifted her foot and took that step, closing her eyes suddenly as she fought to keep a certain handsome green visage from popping up behind her mind's eye.

Piccolo, my love, my only, She thought, desperately, Please forgive me…I can't help needing this…

Gohan reached for her and she came to him willingly, after a moment's hesitation, which seemed all but gone now as he gazed down into her ardently shadowed blue eyes and carried her towards the rear of the small abode, where he knew the bedroom was located. She felt so light and good in his arms, almost like he was carrying nothing at all, and yet he knew she was there, he could smell her womanly scent, taste her as he licked her lips with his tongue, laying her down gently on the bed, his own hardened member uncomfortably straining the material of his pants.

He ran his hands down the curve of her rounded breasts, the thin material of her gown offering no real barrier and delighted in the feel of her nipples as they hardened like magic beneath his palms as he licked her cheek, the delicate angle of her jawbow and down into the sweet hollow of her throat. She sighed beneath him and tossed her head back and forth as he continued to explore with both mouth and hands all along her all ready fiery body.

Hardly aware of what she was doing, it was as if she were someone other than herself and could not control her actions even if she'd wanted to, Alaura's feathery fingertips plotted a course down Gohan's battle-muscled body and slipped beneath the waistband of his pants and shorts. She heard his sharp intake of breath as she found the hardness she'd been seeking and began to massage it slowly, almost painfully with her warm little hand.

She tucked at the waistband of his pants and he stopped caressing and tasting and smelling her wonderful smell long enough to aid her in her quest by removing them himself. He had all ready disposed of his shirt and tossed the pants nearby on the floor.

Alaura gasped as she looked down and saw how large and how very rigid he had become. She did not remember him looking or feeling so when Neko was created. She would have remembered such an event, had it been! She felt certain. She could hardly wrap her hand about it and she felt it pulsate hotly beneath her touch, and likened the feel of his manhood to velvet over steel.

Gohan hadn't expected this. He'd always assumed that Alaura was the type to be taken charge of, not the take charge type. He was pleasantly surprised and more than a little afraid of what she might do next. He thought he could stand anything just as long as she didn't suddenly decide she'd changed her mind. At the state he was in, he didn't think he'd be able to bear it.

She shoved him down on the bed, her hands resting palm-down on his chest, feeling his heart beating faster and faster in time to his breathing beneath the flesh of her fingers and Kissed one of his nipples, rolling her tongue along the small peak and biting gently. She heard him start and sigh as his hands caressed her back absently. She slide her tongue down lower and lower, following the muscles of his stomach and pausing to dip the tip of her delicate little tongue around and about his navel, thrilling in the salty-sweet taste of his flesh.

Just as she'd reached that part of him which ached with need the most, she paused, her face inched from the throbbing shaft, and regarded him with eyes half-closed in passion. He looked down at her, at the beauty hovering over his straining member and nearly came in an explosion of lust at the very sight she made. Instead, he used his ki to control himself and said, through gritted teeth in a desire-husky voice; "You're killing me, woman. Get on with it…"

Alaura bent to her task, flicking her tongue and circling around the tip of his feiry hardness, one hand all ready caressing his balls, kneading and rubbing them in time with her blistering mouth's movements. She lowered her head down, taking his entire length into her mouth and tasting him fully as if she were exploring, with her mouth, the most wonderous, delicious candy she'd ever had. She tasted the bit of secretion like thick, warm milk against her tongue from the tip of his shaft and knew that it would not be much longer.

Growling, Gohan nearly savagely tore her away from him, feeling her teeth accidenly glide across his sensitive skin as he did so. The sensation did not cause him pain, in fact it seemed to heighten his pleasure and he nearly spilled his seed all over her pretty face. He rolled over on top of her, pinning her down with his weight as she slipped her ankles up about his waist. He needn't part her thighs as she had done the job for him, instead, he reached down and carefully guided the tip of his stiffness towards the enterance of her glistening cleft, her breath coming faster as she felt him rubbing himself against her in slow, torchurous movements.

"Am I killing you now?" He whispered as he felt her body stiffen and her head fell backwards onto the pillow, thrashing as her hips undulated beneath him and a archaic scream of rapture escaped from her mouth as her body shook and rode the orgasm to it's very last wave. Just as she was nearly finished, he pushed himself deep inside of her and felt her slit open to accept him and then tighten spontaneously about him, enclosing him within her tautness like a prisoner.

He waited, posed above her on his elbows so as not to crush her with his weight and began to move, slowly at first, gliding himself nearly all the way out only to slam hard back deep inside of her, throwing her to the bed with the force of his actions. He could not control himself any longer. He wanted release. Needed release and pounded her to the bed with his nearly brutal, animal-like lust.

Alaura felt herself about to come again and cried out to the darkness of the room. Not knowing what else to do, she found Gohan's shoulder and ripped into it with her teeth, unaware of her actions or of the sticky warm blood coursing down her chin and onto her chest. She had her hands in his hair and realized that the texture had changed, she'd not noticed before, but she opened her eyes, his blood still on her lips, and saw that he seemed to glow, in fact, the very air around them seemed charged with some sort of powerful energy and his hair…his hair was no longer black!

"Gohan, what…?" She gasped as he continued to pull in and out of her with abadon, intent on his task, she closed her eyes and dug her fingernails into his back, forgetting to ask him about the strange transformation in the throes of their mutual passion. She felt him stiffen above her, let out a beastial growl that was half cry of pain and half howl of joy and collapse beside her, his breath making his chest rise and fall as he struggled to regain control. When she'd looked over at him, his hair was back to normal. She shook her head mentally, thinking perhaps she'd suffered a hallucination. She decided to foget it and was about to say something when she realized that they were no longer alone.