Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Desire ❯ Indiscretion ( Chapter 3 )

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Dark Desire

Chapter Three

Indiscretion

Her POV

It has been one full month since the incident in the hall, one month since I have laid eyes on him. I have avoided him like the black plague and he doesn't seem too inclined to seek me out either. Not that he would. I have not told anyone about what he did to me that day. How he had reduced me to a begging baka trembling for his touch.

The guilt eats at me until I can barely stand it. Since that day, I have devoted myself to being the perfect girlfriend. Caring, loving and attentive. I hang on my lover's every word and the sun and the moon rises only for him. I am vigorous in bed, trying to please my boyfriend in every way, and blot out the memory of his hands on my flesh.

As the days pass, I throw myself into my work and idolize my lover, but I can not escape the ever growing, sick feeling at the pit of my stomach. It is deep inside of me, where the darkest urges dwell, a place where other human beings shouldn't be allowed to see. A dark abyss where only the bravest or most depraved part of a persons soul can barely peer into. Kami help me, I crave his touch.

It is late in the evening and everyone in the household has bedded down for the night. All except me. I wonder through the darkened rooms searching for something unobtainable. I reflect on my relationship with the "perfect" man. He is handsome and strong. He smiles easily and spoils me endlessly. Now that he has the chance to experience life for the second time he has become attentive in all things, and has made no secret of the fact that he wants to marry me.

When he asked me, I didn't feel the blinding happiness that I thought that I would. Instead I felt a sinking sensation as I accepted his proposal, only after he agreed on a long engagement. We decided that after the androids were defeated that we would be wed. Why didn't I feel complete? He offered me everything that I ever dreamed of. My Prince on a white charger, the perfect man.

Maybe, he isn't as perfect as I try to pretend he is. Before his death he had been unfaithful to me, but people change don't they? So I gave him another chance. He is strong, one of the strongest men in the world in fact. It would be unfair to compare him to our resident aliens. Wouldn't it? He is enthusiastic in bed as well, but I am always left vaguely unsatisfied. Like something is missing. These aren't reasons to end a loving relationship though, they are just petty concerns. Aren't they? If you love someone, you love everything about them. Don't you?

While I had been lost in my thoughts I didn't realize that I had come to a crossroads of sorts. To my left lay a darkened corridor that led to unimaginable pleasures at an unworldly cost and to my right was an illuminated hall that led to security and the purity of love.

Lust or Love?

Darkness or Light?

His room or mine?

Slowly I turn and I descend into the shadows to meet my Dark Prince.

I stand outside of his door frozen with indecision when suddenly it opens to reveal the object of my desire. He leans against the door clad only in black silk pajama bottoms and no shirt covering his smooth muscled chest. Kami, he is magnificent.

He smirks down at me with a knowing look, his dark eyes glittering with unvoiced promises as he reaches out with one hand and grasps me behind my neck. He pulls me into the room and up against his hard chest as he shuts the door behind me. Closing off my only chance of escape.

He shoves me forcefully up against the now closed door and steps towards me, trapping me against him. He grabs the neckline of my summer dress and rips it from my body, dropping it into a shredded heap at my feet. I gasp as I am now only dressed in my white lacy, panties and bra. He frowns slightly at this, like I had earned his disapproval for daring to wear undergarments. They quickly join the pile at my feet and I stand before him completely naked.

His onyx eyes sweep down my frame, absorbing every detail as he takes in every perfection and every flaw. He reaches out to grip me behind my thighs and hoists me up so that I have to wrap my legs around his waist. He pins me back against the door and with one hand he releases himself from his pants.

Without a word and without any preparation he plunges inside of me. Sinking up to the hilt in my already slick passage. He leans down and takes my lips in our first kiss, invading my depths with his soft tongue. By the third thrust I am already moaning my release into his mouth.

He tightens his grip on me and without breaking our kiss he moves to the bed where he throws me down onto his cool sheets. I lay sprawled out before him, while he removes his bottoms, kicking them aside with disinterest. He reaches down and tangles his fingers into my long teal hair, pulling me up to sit before him. He brings my lips to his member and with a silent command, he demands that I please him.

My small hand wraps around his hard, throbbing member as my pink tongue darts out to lick its tip. He tastes salty and he feels like velvet wrapped steel to my touch. Growing bolder I lavish him with my tongue, until finally I take his length into my moist mouth. I cup his spheres, squeezing them gently as I glance up. He is staring down at me intently with almost expressionless features. The only cue that I know that I am pleasing him is the tensing of his body.

I can feel that he is getting ready to cum, but before I can finish he pulls me away by my hair. I look at him in question but he only moves me to a kneeling position in the center of the bed. He kneels before me and he reaches behind to cup my ass in the palms of his hands. He pulls me up against him and I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders. He pulls my head back by my hair so hard that I feel tears come to my eyes as I bend back over his arm to relieve some of the pressure. I can feel his cock jut against my thighs as he trails fiery kisses down my neck.

He slips one hand between us and rests it near the juncture of my thighs. The knowledge of what he is doing sends shivers of anticipation down my spine and my juices flood from me. Those dangerous fingers slide lower and press gently against my heated core sending fits a pleasure though me. He sinks his teeth into my neck as his arm slides around my lower back gripping my hip, as if he is bracing to keep me in place just as his ki shoots through me like wildfire.

I spasm like I have touched a live wire as the shocks run through my body. His teeth clamp down harder on my neck and he tightens his grip on me, bruising the delicate skin on my hip. He removes his fingers and I moan in disappointment, but they are quickly replaced with his hard manhood as it thrusts inside of me.

As the very tip of him touches my womb I feel an explosion of his ki lace through me, emanating from that very member. My head jerks back on my shoulders as I scream at the sensation. My hands curl into claws and I leave deep gauges down his biceps as I twist in pleasure. I can see flashes of gold behind my lids as my eyes roll back into my head. I can't tell if I am feeling pain or pleasure, I just pray that it won't stop. His mouth descends on mine, silencing my cries as he brutally crushes his lips against mine. Vaguely I taste blood as my soft lips shred against my teeth.

I collapse against his rugged chest only to have him shove me off him and I lay bent on the bed, my legs still folded under me. He looms over me still on his knees barely breathing heavy, however, I am panting like a marathon runner. He lets me rest like that for a few minutes, before he leans down to pull me up onto my hands and knees. He grabs my hips as he rams into me from behind forcing me to reach out and grip the headboard to avoid collapsing under him. His arm circles around my hips and he begins massaging my clit to same rhythm as his hips. My orgasm is so intense that my entire body seizes and I am certain the wood of the headboard will crack under my grip.

As the sun rises, it finds me with my head draped over the side of the bed with my hair falling to the floor like a cascading waterfall. My mouth gapes in a silent scream, my voice lost hours ago, as I yet again climax.

The Prince rolls off me smoothly as one hand shoots out to push me off the bed onto the floor. I stay there for a moment, too sore to get up and really not caring where I lay as long I don't have to move. Finally I struggle to a sitting position to glare at the dark haired man.

"What was that for?" I rasp out the first words to be spoken between us that night.

"Get out. I am done using your body whore and I need some rest before training." He growls.

My face grows red with rage and though angry I can barely manage a whisper. "I am not a whore!"

He raises his eyebrow at that, "Oh, I'm sure your weakling mate would think differently if he knew about your little indiscretion here tonight.

I gape as the red leaches from my face turning it pale. What have I done! Tears fill my eyes and they spill out over my cheeks. He merely chuckles and points to the door. I gather the sheet around me, as my clothes are utterly ruined and I flee the scene of my crime.

His POV

Two weeks have passed since the Onna had come to my room. Smelling of fear and excitement. Her sent wafted into my room while she had stood outside the door, to afraid to knock. It had amused me.

I thought for sure that she would have come crawling back before now, begging for more. The fact that she had the guts to actually stand up for herself, even for that brief moment, had impressed me, abet grudgingly. Even the female warriors, who had fighting skill, dared not speak back to me when I insulted them at the end of the night. The sight of her tears that morning as a result of my harsh words had actually made me chuckle. She was beautiful when she cried. As I glance towards her rooms I can't help but think that maybe my words were too harsh, as they have kept her away for too long. To my utter disgust, I felt anticipation for her return. I wasn't done tasting her.

As the days stretch on, my anger grows. How dare she defy me, how dare she resist me. She was barely even home most of the time. Opting instead to avoid me, as if that would cool her blood.

I wake up for the third day in a row, hard yet again from my dreams about a certain blue haired scientist. This has to stop. I merely need a woman; I can easily remedy that while I wait for the Onna to come to her senses. She would come to me; I WOULD not seek her out.

I train harder than usual, punishing my body for its weakness. I return to my room and shower, drying myself with my ki. In my room I dress in a pair of black leather pants and a deep red silk shirt open at the collar. A pair of black boots completes the ensemble and I am ready to paint the town as the humans say.

I fly to America, as I find the woman there to be interesting in their lavish attitudes. I land in San Francisco in the warehouse district, scenting the air like an animal, searching for what the humans called--a rave.

Finding one is not a problem and getting in is laughably easy. I prowl the room like a predator looking for my next prey. As the panting, sweat soaked bakas part I see what I am looking for. She is dressed in spiked heeled black boots that reached her knee and a black leather skirt and halter top. A goodly portion of her pale skin shows at her thighs and midriff. Her long red hair is pulled up in a tight pony tail that lent her face a slightly cat like appearance. Her lips curl in a sneer that tells me that she thinks herself to be a "man-eater". She will do.

My intense stare attracts her attention, and after that all it takes is a few choice words and a couple of growls and she is following me out into the back ally. I push her up against the brick wall as she tears open my shirt, the buttons flying everywhere. Bitch, I like this shirt. To punish her, I wrap my hand around her soft throat and squeeze as I bury my face in her hair. She begins to mew in pleasure, but as I take a deep breath I go rigid with disgust.

I toss her away from me and she begins to scream curses at me, but I just walk away into the night. She smelled rancid. Like week old meat. I knew that wasn't true, she probably smells just fine; she just doesn't smell like the Onna. That Bitch! No one but her will do now. Maybe if I just fuck her until I can no longer stand up; I will get her out of my system. How could I have let this happen? I want only to feel her. She is becoming a weakness.

I arrive back at Capsule Corp in time to see the Onna let herself in the front door. So she decided to come home tonight did she? Before she can ascend to her rooms I reach them first and wait in the darkest corner. She steps into her room, closing the door behind her. She doesn't even pay attention to her surroundings, the baka onna is going to get killed one day if she isn't careful. Weariness permeates her very being. It seems that she isn't sleeping at night. Good, she deserves to suffer.

She begins to strip off her business suit until she stands only in her underwear. I can't resist the lure of her scent any longer. I walk up behind her, wrapping one hand around her neck, cutting off any cries while the other hand reaches inside of her panties. She freezes in fear at first but then her body recognizes me and the smell of arousal peppers the air even before I finish putting my hand down her panties.

My questing fingers find her nub that is already beginning to swell. I release a tiny portion of my ki causing the woman to convulse as her climax claims her. She is so easy to please.

I take my hand away from her neck and rip her bra off. Why she insists on wearing these undergarments I just can't understand. I take one of her breasts in my hand and I marvel at how soft her skin is. She is so smooth and creamy that it makes my mouth water. I have never seen a creature as beautiful as her.

I flick my thumb over her nipple and let a brief zap of ki stimulate it while she still rides the waves of her climax. This causes the woman to jerk even more and her cries became deafening. She defiantly has some lungs. I had been thankful when her voice had finally given out that night, but a little sad too, since a part of me enjoyed the affirmation of my skill.

When the last waves of her orgasm ebb I turn her to face me. I looked down into her azure eyes and smirk at her look of utter dejection. She hates me and what I do to her, but her pleasure can not be denied.

I strip her of her panties and push her back towards her bed, perhaps a little too gently because she shoots me a startled look. For the first time she takes in my appearance. Her eyes roam up my leather clad legs, taking in my open silk shirt baring my chest. When her eyes reach mine I can see unadulterated appreciation for my appearance. I smirk and she blushes.

I kick off my boots and drop my clothes on a pile on the floor and I crawl up onto the bed, pushing her back as I lay down on top of her. I am gentle for a reason that I can not explain. I don't want to mar her skin with bruises or red marks, so instead I lather her with attention. As I lick her skin in the sensitive places like the undersides of her breasts or her nipples I allow small spurts of my ki to flow from my tongue, causing her to moan and writhe beneath me.

I move lower down her stomach until my mouth teases her fragrant flower. I slip one then two fingers inside of her, moving in and out to a slow rhythm as I suckle her, kissing her very center with small shocks of my energy. Her small delicate hands fist in the coverlet as she presses herself hard against my mouth. I lap up her sweet juices as she comes with yet another scream.

I slide up her body and thrust deep inside of her. Her legs instinctively wrap around me as I feel her inner muscles tense and squeeze me. She is so hot and wet; I could lose myself in her.

My blue ki sparks around us as I levitated us off the bed so we floated at least three feet above it. I continued to please her as we roll in lazy circles as if we're in zero gravity. When we have finished she ends up in an exhausted heap on top of me, her limbs dangling off the sides as she perches on my chest without fear. Gently I settle back onto the bed and wrap my arms around her as I let her sleep.

In the morning when she wakes I am gone, but I know that I will be back. She has become my weakness. She will need to be eliminated.