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 laid eyes on him. I have avoided him like the black plague and he doesn't seem to inclined to seek me out either. Not that he will. I haven't told anybody 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 as if the sun and moon rise only for him. I am vigorous in bed, trying to please my boyfriend in every way, trying desperately to blot out the memory of His hands on my flesh.

As the days pass, I throw myself into my work while idolizing my lover, but I can not escape the ever growing, sickening feeling in 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 the most depraved part of a person's soul can peer into. Oh Kami, I crave his touch. I crave it desperately.

It's 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. 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 don't I feel complete? He offers 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 is unfair to compare him to our resident aliens. Isn'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?

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 to descend into the shadows to meet my Dark Prince.

I stand outside of his door frozen with indecision, but 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 to grasp me behind my neck. He pulls me into his 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, effectively trapping me. 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 have 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, 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 lave 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 clue 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, reaching around 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 forcibly, tears pool at the corner of my eyes and I bend back over his arm to relieve some of the pressure. I can feel his thick 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 can do with that simple appendage is sending shivers of anticipation racing down my spine. Those dangerous fingers slide lower and press gently against my heated core igniting fires of desire. He sinks his teeth into my neck as his arm slides around my lower back gripping my hip. He braces me against his hard body to keep me in place as his ki shoots through me like wildfire.

I spasm like I have touched a live wire as the shocks spark through my body. His strong 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, thrusting manhood.

As the very tip of him touches my womb, I feel an explosion of his ki lace through my body, emanating from that very member. My head jerks back on my shoulders as I scream loudly at the foreign, but intensely pleasurable sensation. My hands curl into claws, leaving deep gauges down his biceps as I twist and writhe in mindless ecstasy. 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 and brutally crushing my lips. 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 to lay bent on the bed, my legs still folded under me. He looms over me still on his knees barely breathing heavy, while I pant like a marathon runner. He lets me rest like that for a few minutes, before leaning down to pull me up onto my hands and knees. He grabs my hips tightly, ramming into my soft folds from behind, forcing me to reach out and grip the headboard to avoid collapsing under him. His arm circles around my hips, massaging my clit to same rhythm as his hips. My orgasm is so intense that my entire body seizes and I think for 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 open in a silent scream, my voice lost hours ago, as I yet again climax.

The Prince rolls off me smoothly, one hand shooting out to shove me off the bed and onto the floor. I stay there for a moment, too sore to get up and really not caring where I lay as long I did not have to move. Finally, I struggle to a sitting position, glaring at the dark haired man, who had been my lover throughout the long night.

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

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

My face heats 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 gasp, my face growing pale as the truth of his words strike me soundly across the heart. What have I done! Tears fill my eyes, spilling over my cheeks, down to the point of my chin. He merely chuckles at my grief and points to the door. I hurriedly gather the sheet around me, as my clothes are utterly ruined and 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 scent 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 is beautiful when she cries. As I glance towards her rooms and 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 feel anticipation for her return. I'm not done tasting her.

As the days stretch on, my anger grows. How dare she defy me, how dare she resist me. She is barely even home most of the time, opting instead to avoid me, as if that will 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 my problem while I wait for the Onna to come to her senses. She will come to me. I will 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'm ready to paint the town as the humans say.

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

Finding one is no problem and getting in is laughably easy. I prowl the room like a panther looking for my next meal. As the panting, sweat-soaked bakas part I see what I am looking for. She is dressed in spiked heeled black boots that reach her knee, a black leather skirt and a 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 lends her face a slightly cat like appearance. Her lips curl into a sneer that tells me that she thinks herself to be a "man-eater". She will do

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

I toss her away and she begins to screech curses at me, but I just walk away into the night. She smelled rancid. Like week old meat. I know that isn't true, she probably smells just fine, but she doesn't smell like the Onna. That Bitch! No one but her will do now. Maybe if I fuck her until I can no longer stand 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 has decided to come home tonight has she? Before she can ascend to her rooms I reach them first, laying in wait in the darkest corner. She absently steps into her room, closing the door behind her, not even paying attention to her surroundings. The baka onna is going to get herself killed one day if she isn't careful. Her shoulders slump dejectedly as weariness permeates her very being. It appears that she isn't sleeping at night. Good, she deserves to suffer.

She strips off her business suit, standing only in her underwear, silhouetted by the pale moonlight. I can't resist the lure of her scent any longer. I stalk 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 her 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 and the woman convulses under my touch as her climax claims her. I smile into her hair, satisfied by her response. She is so easy to please.

I take my hand away from her neck, ripping her bra off and discarding it into a corner. 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 rides the waves of her pleasure. She trembles in my arms and her cries become deafening. She definitely has some lungs. I had been thankful when her voice had finally given out the other 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 look 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 rove up my leather clad legs, taking in my open silk shirt that bares my chest. When her eyes reached mine I can see unadulterated appreciation for my appearance shining within them. I smirk and she blushes prettily.

I kick off my boots and drop my clothes onto the floor, giving her little time to assess my nude form before crawling up onto the bed to cover her body with mine. 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. I lick her skin at her most sensitive places like the undersides of her breasts or her nipples and 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 finger very slowly inside of her, then the second, moving in and out to a torturous 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 cums with yet another earsplitting scream.

I slide up her body and thrust deep inside of her. Her legs instinctively wrap around me and I feel her inner muscles tense, squeezing me tightly. She hot and wet and I know that I could lose myself in her.

My blue ki sparks around us, levitating us off the bed so that we float far above her silken sheets. I continue to pleasure her as we roll in lazy circles, seemingly in zero gravity. When we are finished she ends up in an exhausted heap on top of me, her limbs dangling off the sides as she perches precariously 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 will be gone, but I know that I will be back. She is becoming my weakness.

She will need to be eliminated.