Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Hunter's Moon ❯ The Flirt ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. I almost had Bardock in my clutches, but a certain girlie wouldn't let him out of her house.

 

Thanks to LisaB for her editing, I will miss her skills.

 

Chapter Five

The Flirt

 

Lunara glided effortlessly through the trees, her footsteps barely a whisper of sound. As she bounded over a rotten log, a vindictive smile of victory spread over her beautiful features. She had won. There was no way that the male could have followed her this far in his weakened condition. He may have been stronger, but she was far faster and more intelligent.

 

All of her self admiring thoughts were pushed out of her head as her breath left her in a whoosh. Something large and very solid hit her from the side, knocking her to the ground.

 

“Miss me?”

 

The male in question was poised above her, all two hundred and fifty pounds of him. In desperation she pushed against his chest, displeased and aroused when her palms only slid over his sweat-slicked muscles.

 

“I would sooner miss getting warts,” she hissed, anxious to disguise the almost instantaneous rush of heat in her veins at feeling him atop of her.

 

Bardock flashed her a grin of pure predatory lust, not at all fooled by her.

 

“Are you sure?” He dropped his head, nuzzling his nose at her throat, inhaling deeply. He rocked his body against hers, his chest vibrating with a deep growl that had nothing to do with hunting her and everything to do with wanting her.

 

Lunara nearly melted into the ground as his body glided roughly over hers. His growl bounced around inside her skin until it settled into the deepest, warmest part of her. She scrambled to regain control of her treacherous body, and getting herself out from under the virile male was her first priority.

 

“Quite sure,” Lunara purred while smiling salaciously up at him. Bardock blinked, nearly purring himself when he felt her legs open wide to slide up over his hips. He grinned, bucking his hips against the soft vee of her body.

 

Her bones went liquid as she fought to remember her plan. His hot breath feathered over her neck, heating her skin already warm from the hot humidity of the jungle. Her breath came in short, shallow pants, and her eyes dilated until she could see only pinpoints of moonlight filtering down from the thick canopy above.

 

She raised her legs higher, wrapping them around his trim waist. She slid her hands up around his neck, slipping them into the thick spikes of his hair in a loving embrace. She took a deep breath, gathering all of her strength, and squeezed.

 

Bardock felt the air rush out of his lungs, and he could have sworn he heard a rib crack as she locked him in a vise grip with her legs. At the same time she wrapped her fists into his hair, yanking his head back so he could stare down at her metallic eyes. She clenched her eyes closed, crinkling her nose becomingly, and then slammed her forehead into the bridge of his nose. He howled with pain, unable to fight when she pushed him off her.

 

Lunara scrambled to her feet, only to hit the ground hard, scraping her knees when her foot was pulled out from under her. She looked back, intent on kicking at the hand that surely held her by her ankle, but instead she found that she was firmly ensnared by his tail.

 

She blinked, amazed at the strength of the slender, agile appendage. None of her people had tails while in their humanoid form, and neither could it grab things the way his did.

 

Bardock was still grasping his nose that was gushing blood while his tail tightened convulsively on her ankle. Without thinking she whipped around, baring her fangs in a dangerous warning of what was to come next. Before Bardock could stop her, she clamped her teeth down on his tail, grimacing at the rusty taste of blood that filled her mouth.

 

He let her go with a roar, rolling away from her before she could do anymore damage. She sprang up, breaking for the edge of the clearing in a desperate bid to escape her pursuer.

 

She glided through the woods, her feline heritage granting her grace and speed. She looked back, searching for him in the darkened foliage. At first she didn't see her attacker, but then a shadow passed over her face, and she looked up. He was in the tree tops, swinging from limb to limb like he was born to the trees.

 

Great, she thought, I'm being chased by the Amazing Ape Man.

 

She picked up her pace, but no matter how hard and fast she ran, he was always behind her. Under her feet she could feel the terrain change, and instinctively she knew that she was coming upon a ravine. She slit her eyes, trying to peer beyond the foliage to see how wide the crack was. She couldn't stop. She had to take the chance that she could clear it.

 

She gathered her legs beneath her, preparing for the jump. The world fell away and in single bound she leapt for the other side. In one terrifying moment, she realized that she wasn't going to make it. Her claws would scrap down the opposite side, just inches from safety.

 

As she reached helplessly for the rock wall, the air behind her whispered as it was displaced by another body. She felt strong arms wrap around her securely, gathering her up like a small babe. Together they flew over the ravine landing safely on the other side.

 

Bardock let go of the vine, and pinned her to a nearby tree in one smooth movement.

 

“Now that wasn't very nice, trying to off yourself like that.” Bardock bent his knees, sliding his war-roughened hands over her loincloth to her naked outer thighs. His face came even with the tops of her breasts, and she couldn't stop the instinct that told her to inhale. Her breasts swelled, bringing them even closer to his wicked mouth.

 

She watched in awe as his tongue slid out of his mouth to caress his lower lip like a lover's hand. It sat there for a moment, teasing her with the possibility of touching her, before it retreated back into his mouth, pulling his lower lip in with it. He held it there with his fangs, telling her without words that all he wanted to do was run his tongue over her breasts and tug at her nipples with his strong, white teeth.

 

Lunara gulped, unable to suppress the tantalizing shivers that ran up and down her sensitive skin. She felt a tug in her lower body, as if a string were wrapped around her spine urging her to arch her back so she could slide against him.

 

“Isn't that the point? You're here to kill me, aren't you?” Lunara tried to sound accusing, but the words came out in a tone meant for moonlit bedrooms and satin sheets.

 

“Hmm.” Unable to resist the allure of her high breasts any longer, Bardock lowered his face to nestle between them. He must have wiped most of the blood away, because his chin was only a little pink from his nosebleed. His strong hands wrapped around the backs of her knees, his fingers dimpling her skin. He lifted her up, scrapping her back against the rough bark of the tree, but she ignored the burning sensation as he wedged his body at the vee of her legs. She could feel the raw strength of him, the hardness of his muscles and the rigid stiffness of his blatant lust thrusting at her.

 

She sighed, burying her fingers in his hair as he nuzzled her breasts. He stiffened, wondering if she was going to yank it out of his scalp again, but when he felt no pressure he went back to admiring her.

 

Her breasts were bound tightly by her halter and the tops swelled over the hem. A small bead of sweat pooled at the center of her cleavage, begging to be tasted. He ran his tongue along the swell of her flesh and dipped it into the shadow. The salty tang burst in his mouth, arousing his senses and curling his tail.

 

He let go of her knee, pinning her to the tree with the strength of his lower body. His hand glided over her hip and along her ribs until it rested lightly over his breast. The tips of his fingers touched her skin, as they played with the edge of her halter, almost daring themselves to pull it down to bare her already hardened nipple.

 

Lunara tugged at Bardock's hair gently as if she were a persistent lover. He raised his head, expecting a long, languorous kiss from her succulent lips. She cupped his cheeks with the palms of her hands, looking deeply into his eyes.

 

With the lighting speed of a cat, she plunged her sharpened thumbnails at his exposed eyes, regret whipping through her at the thought of blinding him. Strong hands wrapped around her wrists, stopping her only centimeters from her goal. Before she could breathe she was thrown to her belly on the ground. She tried to run, but he was on top of her before she could even lift her head.

 

He wrapped his fist in her long, white hair, using it as a rope to tether her to him. He pulled her head back, exposing her swan like neck, in the age old position of submission.

 

“What a hellish, little vixen you are,” he whispered in her ear. His guttural voice covered her in raw silk, prickling her skin until it was sensitive to the touch. “What am I going to do with you?”

 

“If you think that I'm going to let you kill me, you have another thing coming, asshole,” she spat in true feline form, raising the hackles on the back of her neck.

 

“Kill, kill, kill. That's all you talk about. I have something much more entertaining in mind. How about a bunch of little deaths?” His hand found its way between her and the ground, cupping her breast and teasing her nipple through the cloth of her shirt. She could feel the hard press of his flesh between the cleft of her butt cheeks, all twelve inches of him. She clenched her fist in the dirt, barely stopping herself from arching her back in invitation. Unknown to him, he had chosen her people's favorite position to mate.

 

“I'm not stupid. You're hunting me for more than just a good time.”

 

“Perhaps I was, but I can change my mind.” He drew her hair to the side, amazed at its pure color and silkiness. The ridge of her shoulder teased him with the need to sink his fangs into her soft skin.

 

“Bullshit!” Lunara could feel him staring at the patch of skin at the junction of her neck and shoulder. The small hairs on her body stood on end, waiting with breathless anticipation.

 

Bardock lowered his mouth until it was only a breath away. When he spoke, she could feel the heat of his breath on her flesh. “I can smell your heat,” he whispered against her skin, allowing her to feel the brush of his lips as he spoke.

 

She stilled beneath him, unable to believe the flood of heat at the center of her body his words invoked. She bit down hard on her lower lip, hoping that the pain would bring her back her rational mind, but she failed miserably. What was it about this male that made her brain melt and her body soften? Was it just hormones, or was it the way he smelled? Like summer heat and animal musk.

 

The ground beneath her shook, and she rolled her eyes, unable to believe how deeply into lust she had fallen for a man who was trying to kill her. His tongue snaked out to trace the ridge of her shoulder, lighting bonfires of heat on her skin. Her eyes drifted closed as she felt herself give into to his overpowering maleness.

 

The ground shook again, and her eyes flew open as Bardock scrambled off her at lightning speed. She heard a tree crack in a distance as it hit the ground with unusual force. She jumped up, staring wide-eyed in the direction of the noise. The air reverberated with the screech of an unholy creature, shaking the trees nearest to them. Animals poured out of the forest, streaming by them as they ran in the opposite direction of the creature that screamed in the night.

 

Lunara gulped, glancing briefly in Bardock's direction. He seemed to have forgotten her as he looked intently in the direction of the beast that was advancing towards them. Lunara took a step backwards, moving away from the creature and the man who wanted to kill her.

 

The ground shook, and above the break of the trees, outlined in moonlight, Lunara could see the monstrous form of some hell beast that had sprung out of some twisted nightmare.

 

Bardock turned on his heel, wrapping his steely fingers around her slender wrist. “Not here,” he growled. “We have to lure it into an open area.”

 

Lunara's eyes nearly popped out of her head at his statement. “Who's `we'? I'm with the jungle animals; I'm heading for cover.”

 

Bardock ignored her, as he yanked on her arm to lead her out of the clearing. Lunara chanced one last glance back, her white skin turning even paler at the sight.