Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Hunter's Moon ❯ The Capture ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. However I now have to return Bardie to his proper owner, which is just as well since I won't be able to walk for a week anyways.

 

Many thanks to Barb for beta.

 

Chapter Six

The Capture

 

Lunara melted into the soft, cool moss as the male pinned her to the tree. It was refreshing against her overheated front, but the hot skin of the male behind her scalded her back, sending burning waves of primal delight through her body.

 

“Why did you run?” Bardock panted into her ear. His voice was course, roughhewn like his body. It brushed against her, rubbing her senses raw.

 

She turned towards him, flashing him a smile of victory. A tight grimace appeared on his face, displeased at her lack of response, or perhaps it was her lack of fear. He thrust his large hand into her thick hair, curling his fingers around her skull threateningly. That single motion made her feel vulnerable, absolutely helpless. Compared to her, he was a Titan, gargantuan in size, thick with muscle and filled with power.

 

Her smile widened as she leaned into his hand. Although he seemed so powerful, looming over her, pressing his strong body against hers, she knew that she was the one in control. She was the one with the power.

 

He growled, flashing his teeth in the midnight light. He crowded her, pressing her harder against the tree, pushing his dominance on her. She allowed her body to form to the tree, relishing the coolness of the moss in contrast to his heat. She edged her foot, bringing her heel down to flex her leg. Her buttocks thrust against him, nestling against his hardness.

 

He inhaled as though in pain, bucking against her. His action must have been unplanned because his grimace grew. She watched as a fierce battle raged in him, he struggled to pull his lust inside, to hide it behind the shield of his glass-black eyes.

 

“Why?” he asked again.

 

“Because I knew you would chase me,” she replied.

 

During the battle with the beast, the heat of her body bloomed into full-blown lust. She was now a female in heat, looking for the strongest, fiercest male to mate with.

 

Mating was her answer. He wasn't Luroshin, so he couldn't claim her, holding her to his side. He wouldn't seek to control her, or own her. He would be leaving with the dawn, never to be seen again. He would relieve her of the heaviness in her body that was bordering on pain. He would give her what she needed, freeing her to return to her people. Once her urge to mate had been satisfied, a male of her race could not claim her until her next heat.

 

The male's eyes darkened, lust completely overriding the confusion that had momentarily appeared. He didn't understand her sudden reversal of heart, but neither was he going to question his good fortune.

 

“What is your name?”

 

While she was perfectly willing to use this man until she could no longer move, she didn't want to continue to think of him as `The Male'. She wanted a name to remember with her night of passion.

 

“Bardock.”

 

He stared her down, as if daring her to reveal her name. She knew that pride stopped him from asking, so he used intimidation instead.

 

“Lunara,” she answered his unspoken question. She flashed him a smile, showing him that no matter how much he glowered, he didn't frighten her.

 

“Well now, Lunara. Now that we've gotten that out of the way,” he lowered his lips to her ear, whispering, “I'm just going to have to fuck you, where you stand.”

 

He ground his pelvis against her backside, sliding his long erection between her thighs, while purring suggestively. His loose loin cloth did little to conceal his lust, and her skin tight one did nothing to shield her.

 

Her already present grin grew, showing her sharp fangs. They were brilliantly white, and clearly dangerous. The need to be fucked, hard and fast was vibrating inside her. She needed it, and she needed it now.

 

“Bring it.” Her growl was high pitched and scathing. It was meant to incite his lust, and his rage. Among her people it was mating call, and by his reaction it was familiar to him.

 

His answering growl was deep and harsh, sweeping across her skin like a sultry, summer breeze. His hands dropped away from the tree where he had her caged. He wrapped his fingers around her rib cage, branding her bare skin with his touch.

 

He slid his hands up, his fingers digging under her tight top. The material gave little, and with a growl of impatience, her spit the cloth along her cleavage. Her breasts swung free, and she sighed with release.

 

He cupped her breasts, his rough, warrior hands scrapping seductively against her flesh. She dug her fingers into the soft moss, bracing herself as she pressed her hips into him. His chest rumbled with approval, as one hand slid down her ribs, and under her waistband.

 

His fingers caressed her roughly, sending shocks of pleasurable pain through her raw nerves. She pressed her face against the moss, her ass grinding harder against him. He leaned forward, inhaling her sweet scent deeply. His lips grazed the pulse pounding on her neck, sending shutters through her spine. Without warning he sank his teeth into the hard muscle at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

 

Instinctively Lunara hissed in anger, turning her head so she could bite him on the cheek in reprimand. Bardock drew away, his hands holding her still.

 

“Is that how you want it?” He shoved his hand in her hair, his fingers winding around the silken strands. His other hand cupped her mound, his fingers sinking into her as he held her against his groin. He wrenched her head back so he could look her in the eye.

 

“I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to stand for a week.”

 

He rested his injured cheek against hers, his tongue tickling the corner of her mouth.

 

“I'm going to leave you on the ground, panting and sweating, too weak to move.”

 

His tongue swept into her mouth, conquering her completely. She tried to kiss him back, but he dominated her, leaving her to only receive the pleasure he gave.

 

He broke away, breathing heavily through his nose. He looked her in the eye, conveying as much promise as he could in a single glance.

 

“And you are going to thank me for it.”

 

He jerked her around, glancing down at her swaying breasts. She pressed herself into the tree, breathlessly waiting for his next touch. He read the excitement in her eyes, and his deadly smirk grew into a sinful smile.

 

Bardock planted his hand against the tree, leaning over her. His wide shoulders blocked out the moon, filling her view with only him. Bardock raised his hand to lazily trace one finger down the valley of her breasts. At his touch electricity ran through her, jolting her to the very core.

 

He lifted his hand, only to brush his thumb against the hard pearl of her nipple. More electricity gathered in the center of her belly sending warm sparks to her groin.

 

He traced the side of her breast with his finger, raising goose bumps in his wake. Lunara shivered, watching him from beneath lowered lashes. What had started out as so fierce, and heart pounding was now leaving her breathless, too afraid to move lest it all be a dream.

 

Bardock flattened his palm on her waist, fitting his hand on the curve above her hip. His fingers pressed into her skin, each one burning her with his intense heat.

 

His eyes holding hers until now, dropped to look at the tempting feast of her breasts. His head dipped towards her tight nipples, while his hand pulled her up, arching her body towards him. His tongue flicked out, barely touching her. Spasms of pleasure raced down her body.

 

She pressed her hands against the tree, bracing her body as her head fell back. Her silvery hair fell like a waterfall, brushing the backs of her legs. He dove towards her, abandoning his playful licks to devour her.

 

His other hand came down to grab her by the waist pulling her even closer to him. Lunara dug her fingers into his thick, coarse hair, her fingers scrapping his skull as her head fell back.

 

A loud groan erupted from her lips, and her eyesight became hazy. For her nothing else existed except for his mouth on her breasts and his hands at her waist.

 

Lunara's teeth ached, right in the root of her incisors. Not a sharp pain, but a dull persistent craving that started in her teeth and ran down to her toes. She clamped her mouth shut, stemming the urge to bite through his skin until his blood poured over her tongue.

 

Her eyes rolled back, and through her thick lashes she could see the delicate pattern of moonlight on the jungle leaves. She concentrated on the intricate designs, attempting to crowd her mind with useless thoughts. But he was there, pressing against her, filling her thoughts with images of lust---heaving bodies and harsh pants.

 

He dropped to his knees, dragging is fingers down her sides until they met the leather of her skirt. He wrapped his hands around the waist band, yanking it down to her ankles in one smooth motion.

 

He breathed and she felt it. He was right there, only inches from her, inhaling her sweet scent. He exhaled, his hot breath feathering the silky curls at the meeting of her thighs. Her body jerked, unprepared for the sensation of pure desire that his action solicited from her.

 

She repositioned her feet, widening her thighs before him, inviting him wordlessly. He placed his hands on her thighs, his fingers digging for purchase, as if he was afraid that she would flee.

 

His hands on her skin were like gasoline to a fire. He burned her up, stoking her body from a muted simmer to a raging blaze.

 

He was so unlike the men of her race. Mating was an external expression of power. The male's dominance over the female was violent, even lethal at times. She had heard the screams in the jungle, the clash of frenzied felines. She had always curled up tighter in her bed, covering her eyes with the tip of her tail.

 

Her body had tensed with fright then, but now her body was taut for a different reason. She glanced down at Bardock as he kneeled before her. He paid her no mind, his intent focused at her center, at the source of all sensation.

 

She shivered in female delight. This male was strong, more powerful than any male of her tribe. He was deadly; every hard plane of his body was honed and lethal. She could see it in his eyes, yet he didn't frighten her. He was a male that would wrestle her for control, and would win, but in the morning there would be no fatal wounds or scars on her body. For all his dangerous strength and wild streak, he was completely in control of his power.

 

His hands drifted to the tops of her thighs, his fingers feathering against her soft fur. Her breath hitched as every muscle in her body stilled with anticipation. He gently spread her apart so he could look at her very center, her jewel of femininity.

 

He growled as he parted her. A soft, joyous sound of pleasure and hunger. It rang in her ears, tingling her body, vibrating her on the inside. She mewed in need, bucking her body towards him.

 

She was wet with want and need. Desire that only he could satisfy built up inside him. He leaned forward to meet her bowing hips, his hands cupping her ass to keep her still.

 

All at once she felt him. His hot breath as he descended, his flicking tongue that drove her crazy, his soft lips that soothed the places his teeth nipped.

 

She reached down to thread her fingers through his hair, yanking viciously as pleasure whipped through her. She threw her head back, a deep keening pouring from her lips.

 

Thunder crashed in a distance, and her eyes glowed in the darkness. A flash of lightning revealed human eyes gone wild. Her black pupils stabbed down, slashing through the silver of her eye.

 

The pleasure of her release ripped through her as she arched off the tree. Her nose flared, bringing the scent of rain in the air. Her body came alive, her senses expanding around her. The beast inside of her roared, and she heard. She listened as the animal told her to test the male's stamina, his dominance and power.

 

She lifted her foot, bracing it in the hollow of his shoulder and neck. Bardock grinned, kissing her lower belly, eager for more.

 

With all her strength she pushed, sending him toppling backwards. She bolted from the tree, leaving him when he needed her the most. Escaping while he should be to impaired to walk.

 

An angry roar close at her heels told her otherwise. She chanced a glance back, shivering at the look of pure rage on the male's face. She increased her speed, her heart pumping and her legs throbbing. Her silver hair trailed behind her, waving at Bardock, taunting at him to keep up.

 

She was confident she could outrun him, but she was wrong. With every step he gained on her, closing the distance between them.

 

With a growl of victory, he plowed into her from behind, knocking her to the ground. She hit the dirt, and without pause she rebounded with a snarl. He wrestled her to the ground, ignoring her shrieks that echoed through the jungle.

 

It was all Lunara could do not to flash into feline form. The animal was wild in her, reveling in the fight, craving his blood on her tongue. A distant part of her mind told her that he wasn't hurting her, but his dominance over her was indisputable.

 

He pinned her to the ground front first, using her hair as a tether. He pressed against her, infusing her with his heat from her heels to her shoulders. His hard, thick cock was nudging its way between her legs seeking her own heat.

 

Bardock nosed into the hollow of her neck, his harsh panting warm against her skin. She was still rolling beneath him, searching for a way to free herself. She felt his teeth, sliding over her skin as he opened his mouth. A moment later she felt them sink into her neck, the vicious grip of his teeth stilling her.

 

They fell into silence, only their loud panting intruding. His bite subdued her, the animal inside her accepting his unspoken threat. He was the male, he was stronger, and he would have her.

 

He released her, his teeth sliding out with ease. He hovered near, his tongue snaking out to taste her.

 

“You would leave me there to suffer after the pleasure I gave you?” he growled, his anger evident through his lust.

 

“If you had stayed on the ground, wallowing in your suffering, then you would have been a waste of my time,” she growled back, barely able to form any pattern of speech with the animal so strong inside her.

 

He slid a knee between her legs, forcing them apart. She could feel him behind her, pressing against her, edging his way towards her opening.

 

“Bitch,” he hissed in her ear.

 

He slid inside of her effortlessly, his weight pressing her legs apart.

 

“Wrong,” she gasped with a shuddering breath. He felt so good inside of her. Thick and long, he fucked her with strong, confident strokes.

 

“What?” he questioned through gnashed teeth.

 

“Wrong species.”

 

There was a moment of silence while Bardock thrust inside of her. Soon there was a deep, delicious chuckle that surrounded them. It vibrated all the way through her, warming her in places that his body couldn't.

 

He grasped her by the hips, pulling her to her hands and knees. He pounded into her from behind powerfully, one hand wrapped around her long hair, while the other teased her between the legs.

 

Lunara dug her fingers into the dirt as he rocked inside of her. Her breasts swayed, and it was all she could do to remain on her hands. The pleasure was intense and intoxicating. She wanted to stay in the sweet limbo of bliss, but at the same time she wanted something more, something mind-bending.

 

Their bodies tensed together, working as one to achieve the greatest goal possible. A heartbeat before ecstasy crashed upon them, Bardock's rough voice cut through the roaring in her ears.

 

“My favorite, little pussy.”

 

She growled in agreement, then they were both lost, roaring to the jungle. Bardock watched through pleasure-hazed eyes as Lunara's back rippled with the urge to change. He too, could feel the beast inside him. His fangs grew, and small droplets of blood appeared on her hips as his claws sharpened.

 

They collapsed together on the ground, breathing heavily. Automatically Bardock rolled Lunara up onto his chest, so her delicate skin wouldn't have to rest on the ground. She curled up on his chest with an intimate familiarity. She rested upon him like she was born to it.

 

Bardock allowed his eyes to drift closed, resting quietly with the knowledge that they were only just beginning. The night was still young, and he intended to have her again, and again, and again.