Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Insurgent Fire ❯ Retuning the favor ( Chapter 3 )

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

InsurgentFire

Returning the Favor

Need to get psycho
Wanna hear you scream
Tell me to take you, scare you, fuck you
After we finish the show
It's not enough, you listening whore?
You're one twisted little fuck
And now you wanna get psycho with me
(Disturbed: Meaning Of life)

Pan's skin was now pressed to Trunks and she could see the friction that their bodies were creating. A deep guttural sound came from Trunks as he surveyed his new prize. She intuitively began to feel heat surging through her body as it reacted to him. Answering his question, she bit him on his pectoral above his nipple.

Trunks tossed his head upward as he allowed her to suck on him. The moons glow heaped light into his soul as she took from him his wine. They swayed in a dance of pain and pleasure. Out of his euphoric state, he pulled her from his body and held her at arms length. In as much as he loved giving her his Siayan blood, he would not let her go at it alone. He pushed hard against her causing her to momentarily lose balance and then he shot out a hand and pulled her back to him. Her body whip lashed the moon light catching her upturned neck and he flashed his own sharpened canines and deeply penetrated the milky flesh that beckoned to him.

Her screams came out like a banshee howling their warning. Surreptitiously, her sounds began to take on a melodious wail, which sweetened his meal. He could taste her fiery blood and began to smell the odoriferous spices, which she gave off. Hungrily he left her shoulder and pushed Pan to the ground.

His body covered hers; blanketing the heat, they were producing. Sweat rimmed her upper lip and he licked it off enjoying the salty flavor of their arduous enjoyment. Whimpering from loss of his contact to her body, he wasted no time in tearing his clawed hands into her tender flesh of her thighs. In pain, she screamed but obliged him in pulling them up. There began the tug of war. Trunks pulled her legs back down and settled in-between them. His tongue flicked over the right sides injures and he lapped at the streaking lines. He then repeated his actions on her left side. He finished his caring, buried his face inside the juncture of her thighs, and bit without breaking skin onto her prepuce hood that hid her button. He rolled with her body as she reacted to his actions.

Trunks held firmly, flicked his hot tongue over her exposed flesh, and paced his self steadily. She panted and moaned his name and dug into the ground with her strong fingers. When that produced no release she tightened her hands onto his head and drove his face deeper into her. They struggled for a minute, he wanted too keep breathing and still continue to pleasure her, her pushed her legs down and slipped his tongue inside the parted lips winking up at him.

Pan relaxed into this new feeling as her licked her up and down. HE would stop however, and go back to torturing her clit, alternating between sucking, biting, and pushing his tongue inside and licking the entirety of her womanhood. She graciously bucked her hip and pulled at his hair.

When Trunks noticed her body beginning to tighten up he held her more firmly by her hips and thighs and went for the kill of lapping at her nodule. As he pushed her closer to her orgasm, Trunks adjusted his hold on her and plunged two fingers fully inside her wet opening. Pans screams of pure honeyed pleasure satisfied his gratitude for her earlier gift of swallowing him.

Her body twitched its pleasure and though she came, he became relentless in his next move. She rode his hand as he continued to palpitate her dripping orifice. Her orgasmic moans were then replaced with her satisfied grunts that were in harmony with his deft fingers.

His hand pushed in its digits then he would turn it about spreading her inside. His hands were massaging her and she could not hold out another orgasmic rush. He continued. When his four fingers were pressed deeply inside she began to heavily thrust up against his arms. Her mind had gone over an edge and she angrily wanted to thrust harder against his never stopping arm. Her body wanted the penetrating feelings but her mind was looking for more contact.

He was enjoying watching her as she pogo'd his hand. However, he realized that her actions wee becoming erratic and forceful. Judging by the acceptance of this tactic, he reasoned that that she would be able to handle his erect penis. Trunks wasted no time replacing his undulating hand with his member. Pan succumbed to this new feeling and wrapped her legs around his waist and arms around his neck. His was still for a moment as the sensation of begin deeply inside of her swept threw his mind and his heart pounded a quick sense of complete happiness. However, within a minute his warm feeling was replaced by the animalistic drive that started the hunt.

Adjusting his weight, he pulled at her legs and parted them. His elbows then locked on either side of her head as he tortuously started a slow thrust of his hips, pushing his self back and forth. Pan made little mewing sounds alerting him of her pleasure. As he lunged into her, her beckoning hands found his hips and forcefully brought his body to her. Laughing at her, he repeated the force and built a pace that Pan slowly began to give up a hope of matching.

HE felt incomplete. His human side pushed far behind his mind and the building desire of something more squeezed his it. He slowed his speed but pushed in deeply and grinding their pelvis painfully together. He closed his eyes for a second, but reopened them quickly; when a vision erupted, from his imaginings. Trunks recognized that though he had taken Pan and she willingly was giving to him, he felt incomplete on many levels. Until she transformed under the moons pull, she was scared of him. She did not want him, and that slight rejection bored a whole inside of his mind and body. For a glimpse of an imagined future, he saw her leave him.

Sorrow pieced his heart, but angered him. His Ki increased rapidly. HE stopped moving and pressed hard against her. Her mews started to sound desperate, and she begged him not to stop.

“Please, fuck me, please take me dont stop, Trunks, Trunks?” she cried

He heard her, but was being ravage by his own mind as to what to do. HE did not want to stop, but he was, he did not want to hear her beg, but she was. HE hurt so deeply that he was losing control of rational thought. He looked down upon his hellion and her pleading eyes and tear streaked face tore his control and he angrily kissed her emblazing her lips with his own sending Ki from him into her.

She felt his power and began to increase her own. He looked tormented and fearful. His actions showed anger and Pan's desire were tainted by confusion.

Slowly and idea throbbed inside and Trunks started to thrust again, slower in pace, than but as deep as ever. He would kiss her lips while he copulated.

Once again, she mewed with pleasure. Thousands of thoughts were running in his head and he could not understand how they could be passing by as he tried to keep focused on what he was doing and bringing her and him to fulfillment.

HE had to do something, and his epiphany came when he recognized a feeling of incompleteness. HE withdrew totally form his beloved and cringed at her hiss of displeasure. Quickly disengaging his self-form her arms, he pulled up and was kneeling. She opened her eyes and looked at the god like beast. His breath was not abating as his mind worked out his next plan. Worriedly, she reached out to touch his waist sorrowful eyes roamed his body.

She could feel his need but did not know why he stopped and her hearts feeling as she spoke clearly for the first time flooded her mind,

“Koi ni ochiru, Trunks-kun.”

The fierce moments were gone. Trunks spoke softly to his beloved, “koisuru.”

Then he regained his desire, pulled her off the ground and re held on to her, and rocked them in an embrace. His lips left hot trails of kisses on her neck. He circled the bruised punctures he gave her. She moaned her happiness. She was sore but enjoyed the small stabs of pain and relished in the caress. Chuckling at her sounds, he spoke forcefully; I am going to take you completely…”

(Disturbed: Meaning of Life)

(A/N translation of sort About . Com how to say I love you in Japanese article)

She could feel his need but did not know why he stopped and her hearts feeling as she spoke clearly for the first time flooded her mind,“Koi ni ochiru, Trunks-kun.”

{(roughly I am in falling in love with you Trunks)koi ni ochiru
(to fall in love with)}

The fierce moments were gone. Trunks spoke softly to his beloved, “koisuru.”

{(Roughly I am in love with you) koisuru(to be in love with)}