Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Temptation ❯ Chapter Six ( Chapter 6 )

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

By: Queprur

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ.

To reviewers:

Heiresstothethrone: Hang in there, not everything is what it seems. I wouldn't do away with her so quickly.

Chapter Six:

Lily's heart was pounding. She could feel Baveras was close, but something was very wrong. She knew she was in pain. Baveras was as old as Lily and Jey, and at one time had a tail, but in a fight with a vampire, it had been severed from her body. Baveras and Lily had become friends in their quest to kill vampires. It seemed only Baveras was unafraid of Lily when she was fully powered up. Baveras also had her darker nature.

Lily met Baveras when she was twenty-three years old. She had just slain the same vampire over and over again. The damn thing just would not die. She had tried stakes to the heart, holes through the chest, everything! It was Baveras that taught Lily the only way to completely destroy a vampire is to incinerate it. Baveras had not been much older than Lily, but it was impossible to tell her age. Baveras was named after a goddess of the sea. Baveras had a type of control over water. She could create storms, and draw the water up from the earth to cause floods. Lily was drawn to this woman. They had hunted together over the years, until one day, Baveras disappeared.

No one knew what had happened. They looked for years, but there was no sign, Bulma could not even trace their long lost friend using a mental link. It was strange that after almost thirty years, Baveras had returned. And she was hurt.

But Lily could not shake the feeling in her gut that something was terribly wrong. She felt something dark residing in the presence of Baveras, something she could not place. Still, in the body of the panther, she continued to race towards her flicking ki.

Nehtar ran blindly. She felt the branches snag at her fur. The fox's body allowed her a quick escape, but she could feel him getting closer.

I know you can feel me little one. I am close. I can smell you. You smell like the lavender in the woods, the rain in the sky, and like spice from the earth. I hope you taste as good.

Nehtar growled and strengthened her mental block. The man was infuriating! She ducked and then felt something snag her back paw. It sent her sprawling forward on the ground.

She looked back into his eyes. He, too, had shifted into the form of a fox, but Nehtar knew he was there. Her heart seemed to skip a beat as she changed back into human form. He shifted as he walked closer to her.

“What do you want?” Nehtar demanded.

Radditz could have groaned. Her voice was like velvet that wrapped around him and made him tighten uncomfortably. “I showed you what I wanted, bella mia.”

Nehtar huffed. “Not in your dreams.” She glanced around her, trying to judge the best escape route.

Radditz reached out and grabbed her arm. Do not try to run, my love. This game was fun, but I wish to complete the ritual. I need you. You are my light to chase away the dark. You are my angel to destroy my demon. You are my other half. My light. Come to me.

Before Nehtar knew she was moving, she had moved into his arms. She shook her head. He had used her own tricks against her. His voice created a hypnotic feel, demanding that she obey. And obey she had! Now she was tight in his arms.

Please release me. I know you do not want to do this. Rape is wrong. Let me go. I will not tell anyone. Nehtar pleaded with him. Her blue eyes swimming.

Radditz bent his head to her throat, her pulse flickering temptingly. It would not be rape, my precious. Your body knows me. Your heart knows me. Your mind knows me. Otherwise, I would not be able to communicate this way with you without a blood exchange. You are my other half, just as I am yours.

Nehtar felt her legs go weak. He wasn't even touching her and she felt the pooling heat low in her stomach. I have no idea what you are talking about. You are crazy. You need help. Stop touching me.

Radditz ignored her. He tested the flesh of her neck with his tongue. Once, twice. He kissed her gently, his arms tightening around her possessively. His hands brushed up her sides gently. Relax, I am here. You are safe. Let me take you. I offer you everything. My mind is open to you. Merge with my mind and see my thoughts. Know how precious you are to me.

Nehtar could feel the truth in his words. He was trying to pull her mind into his. She tried to resist, but it was hard to concentrate with his fingers playing with her stomach, moving the shirt up over breasts.

Radditz stroked the underside of her breasts with his thumbs. So soft… He grabbed the front of the shirt and tore it and the scrap of lace bra off her body. Nehtar gasped as air hit her bare skin, making her nipples tighten in response.

“Stop now Radditz!” She cried, pulling his name from her mind so she could have more finality in her demand.

“I cannot piccola. I wish I could give you the time you require. To court you as a lady, to bring you presents and take you places. But I cannot. Not yet. Once I complete the ritual and fully bind us together I will make it up to you. But my need is to great. I apologize Nehtar, I do.” The sorrow in his voice was apparent. Radditz tried to show her his regret, but he could not wait. The beast in him was too close to the surface to hold this off. He would convert her, then later, when his desire was sated, he would court her. With that made up, he tore her cotton pants from her legs, leaving his mate in only her underwear.

She yelped at his aggressiveness and her struggles only continued all the more. She was trashing and kicking, but he seemed completely oblivious to her. He was turned inward. She decided to touch his mind, to see how deep this violence went. Nehtar could have groaned at his mind. He spoke the truth, as she knew he had. He truly believed that she was his life mate. She felt such love and happiness for her through him. She was in awe. He viewed her as an angel, his own savior from a darkness growing in him. She could feel his battle with his own demon, the beast that was close to breaking free. He was forcing it down, into submission, so he could be gentle with her.

She looked into his face to see him smiling. “There will never be another Nehtar. I have already bound us together. You are mine, and I will never let you go, never. I know you do not understand. You are young, far too young, but I cannot wait. The risk is too great.” He murmured the words into her chest as bent down to capture a nipple into his mouth. He suckled greedily. He lowered her to the ground. All thoughts of helping her friends or finding safety left her mind.

She was swept up in feeling. She felt on fire. His hands brushed over her flat stomach. Smoothing over her ribs. His touch was light, but she felt it in her core. Heat pooled within her. She arched into his touch, her body begging to be brought higher.

He moved his mouth to the other breast. He hand buried themselves in his hair, bringing him closer still. Her legs seem to part of their own accord. He body asking for something her mind did not understand. In an instant, her underwear was gone, leaving her bare before his eyes. Modesty creeped up into her mind, as she tried to cover her lower regions. He growled his displeasure as he pulled her hands off of herself and pressed them to his chest. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, uccellino. Do not hide your body from me. You were made for me. This was made for me.” He said as he touched her breast, testing the nipple with his thumb. “This was made for me.” He brought his hands down to splay over her stomach. “This was made for me.” He whispered into her neck, his mouth moving over her skin. “This was made for me.” His hands were moving up her thighs, causing her body to shake with need. She moaned. He took a breath and forced the beast in him back into control. The beast was demanding he take his mate, but he knew he had to be gentle. “This was made for me.” He touched her intimately. Pushing one finger inside her to test her wetness. Her milk poured into his hand, he pushed another finger into her and started a rhythm, mimicking what another part of his anatomy was pulsing to do.

She moaned. She felt deliciously good. It did not matter that he was a stranger. This felt right, as though she was waiting her whole life for this man. She barely held back a groan as his fingers pushed deeper and his mouth was moving across her neck and down to her breast. She was thrusting her hips involuntarily into his hand. Her body demanding release.

He brought her to the edge and stopped. He looked at his mate. Her face was flushed, her blond hair was fanned around her face, her eyes were half closed in pleasure, her mouth parted. He smirked with male arrogance, and in a flash, his clothes were history. He lowered down to her. She parted her thighs, and wrapped her arms around his neck. He pushed the tip of him into her. She was so tight and hot, like liquid fire. She moved then, under him, trying to urge him on, to complete this. “Tell me Nehtar.” He said, looking into her face. “Tell me you are mine forever. That you were made for me. That I was made for you.” He inched further into her. Slowly, waiting for a response.

“Please, Radditz. “she cried pushing up into him, but he held her hips with his hands, keeping her motionless.

“Tell me Nehtar. I need the words.” He pushed a little further into her.

“Radditz…” she glared at him. She needed him, why did she need to say it?

He moved deeper into her sheath. Tell me. The words hung in her mind. He started a little thrusting. In and out. Not fully in, and moving so slow it was driving her crazy. She was wiggling under him trying to get him to take her. She needed this. More than she needed anything. It scared her, yet excited her, that she could need this man she did not know so much.

“I am yours, Radditz,” she cried out, “always. Always yours.”

With her statement, he plunged into her. Her cry echoed in the surrounding wood. He built up a tempo, hard and fast. But it was not enough. She wanted him deeper, all the way inside her. She wanted all of him.

Reading her thoughts, Radditz, rolled, bringing her on top of him, and scooted back to the nearest tree so he was sitting up. He moved her hips with his hands and brought her back onto him. The new angle allowed him to be all the way inside her. She sighed in pleasure, and began to ride him. Taking him deep, Raddtiz urged her into a faster pace with his hands. The animal inside demanding that he dominate, but Radditz remained in control.

He felt her muscles gripping him. He growled. Wrapping one arm around her, he brought her chest flush against his, and inhaled her scent. His lips moved over her pulse, and he spoke the ritual words again, “You are my life mate and I claim you as such. I give you my body, mind, heart, and soul, and take into possession yours. I will put your happiness and welfare above my own. We live as one, die as one.” He then sank his teeth deep into her neck. Her cry signaled her release, and she bit into his shoulder. The spasms passing through her carried him over the edge. His seed spilled into her.

He sighed. He knew heaven. She was panting, spent, resting in his arms. He loved her. She brought him back from hell. He knew he would send her to sleep soon, using a powerful command so she would not wake up until the transformation was complete. She needed a full twenty-four hours for her body to rid itself of all the human blood and make the change, to become full Saiyan. He sighed, he would have to explain this to her. The differences between their races. Perhaps, once she woke. This felt too good to ruin.

“Sleep piccola.” The command was swift. She fell limp against him. He leaned her against the tree and stood, scanning the area. He knew he would have to construct a shelter for his new mate, somewhere safe. He looked around, and then up. The tree was large and sturdy. He would make a nest-like bed for her. Away from any creatures. He flew up to the tree, gathering material. When he finished, he gathered her in his arms. Possessiveness bloomed inside him. He settled her into the tree.

Radditz! I have need of you! The command was sharp, and came from his prince. Obviously, something was very wrong.

Next chapters: Bulma's fate and who is Baveras? Where is Nappa and Turles? What does Nehtar think when she wakes? Please review!