Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ In Dreams ❯ Prologue

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In Dreams

By Kinomi

…Perla, this one is for you…

At first she thought it was all a dream. A beautiful sensuous recurring dream she never wanted to wake up from. The starlight touched the room with its blue light, turning everything surreal. It was almost as if the moon she had only ever heard about had returned to make its trek across the sky. The night was warm and a gentle breeze lifted the sheer drapes of her bedroom. It was too hot for pajamas, and since she lived alone now she wore none, it was almost too warm for the cotton sheet that pooled around her slim hips.

She wasn't sure when she became aware of his presence at her bedside, it was as if she had dreamed him into existence and therefore was unafraid. He seemed part of the night, his spiked hair and muscular body backlit by the window. She couldn't see his face, she didn't know his name, but there was no need. She knew him, she had always known him…he walked her dreams.

She rolled onto her back and looked up to him, the backs of her fingers still resting against her cheek as they had been when she was asleep. Was she still sleeping now? Her nipples tightened with anticipation as her dream lover reached out and slowly pulled the sheet down her body. Exposing every inch of her to his hungry eyes.

"Very nice." He whispered. His low voice had a strange echo to it, reaffirming her belief that she was drifting through a fantasy. "Show me."

Obediently she spread her legs and bent them, offering her secret self to his eyes. She blinked at him slowly as the light in the room increased almost like magic. She could see him now, the jet cabochons of his eyes. His spiked hair that seemed lighter on the sides than the top. Strange and yet familiar. The new light was warm, countering the cold starlight. She blinked again and he was naked, his body hard, muscular, ready… He was too perfect to be real.

His fingers trailed down her body from her lips, between her breasts and over her sternum and belly to the juncture of her thighs. He petted the little patch of hair on her mound before moving his fingers lower. Caressing her soft folds. "You're already wet for me aren't you?" He purred, cajoling her. His voice caressed her as much as his fingers did. The odd quality of it making her feel like she floated in water, flowing and free as the wetness between her legs that he spread around. His fingers moving in slow circles.

"Yes." She exhaled. He smiled, his expression in the low light made him look predatory. He was no tender dream lover that would make love to her slowly and gently. This was the lover that would cram his hard cock inside her and ride her until she came screaming. She quivered in anticipation.

He swung a leg over her and straddled her body, pinning her to her narrow spinster's bed. His thick hard length hung heavily before her eyes, and she could see the silky drop of clear fluid that pearled at the tip. She licked her lips, unable to tear her eyes away. Slowly he thrust his hips forward until she could feel the soft skin of his cock against her lips. Kissing her almost.

Without waiting to be asked she parted her lips and swirled her tongue over the sensitive crown, making him hiss his breath in between his teeth. Arching his back he reached behind him and cupped her sex in his hand, his middle finger sliding inside her. She groaned softly, her lips against the resilient head of his erection, vibrating it.

"You like that, don't you?" He whispered. She lifted her eyes up the length of his spectacular body to meet his eyes, shining at her in the low light. Her response was to open her mouth more, inviting him. He didn't hesitate, just pushed farther into her mouth until she felt him against the back of her throat. "God, yeah…more." He gasped roughly, his fingers pushing deeper inside her even as he forced more of himself into her mouth until she was nearly gagging. Then her mouth found the perfect rhythm as he moved his hips, relaxing instinctively and swallowing him whole.

Wiggling, she freed her arms so she could touch him, cradling his heavy balls in her palms, running her hands over his sculpted thighs and buttocks. Her hands lingered there the longest as she lifted her shoulders off her bed, wanting more of him.

"Don't move." He ordered, his whole body frozen. His free hand that wasn't buried between her legs he put on the back of her neck, supporting it and holding her still. "Not even your tongue. If you move, I'll lose it…and I want to come in you." He rasped.

Needing no further incentive she held perfectly still until his hand on the back of her neck relaxed. He pulled back out of her mouth to lean over her body. His finely shaped lips closing over her nipple as his tongue ran over the tip. He was voracious as he moved from one breast to the other. Leaving them wet and heaving from the attention of his mouth.

"You have such tasty nipples. But I know you're even tastier and juicy down there." He teased, looking up at her from where he was working his way down her body. She twisted her fingers in his hair, marveling at the difference in texture, the sides near his temples almost silky compared to the top. "How many times should I make you come with my mouth, hmmmm?" He asked. Spreading her with his hands so he could lick her long and deep before raising his head again. "How many times can I make you come on my face before I have to fuck this tight little cunt of yours?" Her only answer was a full body shudder that was a close cousin to climax. "Let's find out."

He buried his face between her thighs, drinking of her deeply as his tongue licked and caressed every ridge, every fold. His tongue delved inside her, searching as he plowed deeper. Her body tensing and relaxing as her drove her to climax after climax. All but bathing his face in her juices as she clenched and unclenched her hands, panting and mewing helplessly.

He slid back up her body to lean over her, grabbing an end of her sheet to wipe his face with. "Now comes the hard part…deciding how I want to fuck you." He purred at her, leaning down to teasingly brush his lips over hers. "Decisions, decisions…"

"I don't care…just hurry…please." She pleaded breathlessly. He chuckled softly.

"You need it bad don't you? Even worse than I do…you're just dying for me to fuck you." His triumphant voice made her flush with shame, but she was too aroused to care. And there was no shame in dreams.

"Yes, I need you." She responded, arching her back. His eyes smoldered with lust, his smirk melting away.

"Roll over." He made an impatient sound when she didn't move right away and flipped her over on her stomach himself. She bounced on the mattress as he splayed his hands on her bottom and pressed her down into the bed. Kissing and tonguing the little twin dimples at the base of her spine, he shoved her thighs wide open with his strong hands.

Pressing her face into her rumpled sheets, she lifted herself for him in a fevered agony of eagerness. He thrust his fingers inside her impatiently, spreading her silky juices all around until she was slippery and slick. Soft, ready, and open. She gave a low cry as his thick shaft slid slowly into her tight sheath, stretching her wide. She arched her backside up to him in eager, wordless invitation. He drove himself all the way inside her with a low grunt, pushing her into the bed with the weight of his body.

She clutched handfuls of the sheet, trembling with excitement at the plunging rhythmic invasion of her body. He thrust into her in a deep savage rhythm that bordered on violence. His hands holding her hips as he slammed her back into him. He wouldn't be denied, she could feel it in the way he held her, the way he arched his long powerful body over hers and drove himself into her. The desperate tension of her muscles sharpened the edge of the climax bearing down on her to an almost unbearable pitch, tearing a wailing cry of pleasure from her throat. She could feel his triumph in every cell of her body as she convulsed around him.

He began again almost immediately, rolling her onto her side and folding her leg up so he could play with her pliant, shivering body. He mounted her again, his desire unabated as he looked down on her with his deep eyes.

"Your cunt is so tight, you clench up and squeeze my cock inside you like a fist when you come. I love it," he told her, "I can't get enough of it." He punctuated the last with a sensual thrust. She responded to him helplessly as he stroked deep and long, sliding in and out on the silky river of her desire. "So wet, so hot, sooo tight." He drawled. Her sheath was made supple and slick as he took her from every angle, in every position. He moved and lifted and turned her to suit his pleasure like she was a doll. Making her come again and again, with his hands and his mouth and his insatiable cock, but when he came close to his own orgasm he stopped, his body tense and rigid. He held her crushed and breathless against him - and then began again.

For this round she was flat on her back and spread beneath him, his handsome face right above hers as he pinned her hands behind her head. She thrashed under him on the rumpled bed, her body one endless tortuous wave of pleasure. Was it possible to be fucked senseless? "Enough," she begged.

"Never." He whispered back, lowering his head to hers to kiss her at last. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and ground his hips against hers. He insisted, using the innate skill of his body, changing the angle of his entry so his hard shaft stroked relentlessly against her most sensitive spot. Demanding and compelling her over the brink with him this time, his body sliding against hers lubricated by sweat. His ragged gasps turning into a hoarse shout as he drove into her wildly and then she was lost in the rapturous wave of their mutual pleasure. Fused for a moment into a single shining being in their shared bliss.

When she came back to herself she found herself held in his strong arms, ravished and unglued. He was still inside her, wedged so deeply she could feel his heartbeat pulsing at the mouth of her womb. He kissed her neck, her cheek and finally her lips gently. Showing her tenderness at last.

"I have to go soon," he murmured, "but I don't want to. I want to stay and fuck you over and over…all night.."

"It's impossible." She breathed.

"Yes," he agreed, "doesn't stop me from wishing for it though." He told her, disengaging from her body. He sat up beside her, but didn't move to dress. She looked over at him, the lines of his muscular body…so beautiful…and hers, but only for a short time every night. Like a dream.

"Gotenks," she whispered, as if using his name out loud would break the spell they both moved under and he looked back over his shoulder at her questioningly. "Do they know?" She asked the question that had been plaguing her for so long. He turned back toward her, brushing her blonde hair back out of her sky blue eyes.

"They are me. But I'm not them," he said in that strange twinned voice of his. "I was made for two things, Marron. Fighting is one, and fucking you is the other." He told her with a grin, earning a wan smile from her in return. "They only have the vaguest impression of what happens when the fusion is over…I make sure of that."

"I see." She murmured, looking at her lap. He reached out and lifted her chin with his hand, looking into her eyes.

"I wish we didn't always have to love each other on a time limit. I wish we could be normal, I wish I could stay the night and see you wake up beside me...every morning." He said urgently, his time growing short. Marron shook her head emphatically.

"It's all right. I understand."

"I want you to know…just because I'm not here. I'm always with you. Loving you." He whispered.

"You better go. You're almost out of time." She croaked blinking back tears at his tender words. He dressed in a flash and turned his eyes on her as he knotted his sash. He leaned over her and kissed her gently as he urged her to lie back down.

"Sleep now and I'll be there with you in your dreams. I'll be whatever you want, whatever you need." He breathed against her lips. "I love you, Marron."

She held tightly to his hand, as if by will alone she could keep him whole and hers. "I love you too, Gotenks." She said, fighting to stay awake. Trying to concentrate on the feel of his hand holding hers, but the dream changed again and he was there. Welcoming her into his arms to hold and cherish her until she didn't know anymore what was a dream or what was real.

Maybe it all was.