Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ It's all fun and games until... ❯ Oh just admit it already... ( Chapter 7 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: ForBloodIsLife 
The starting of the lemon, you say?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.30.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Work In Progress
The starting of the lemon, you say?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.30.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer:
A is for attention (yours which I hopefully do have here),
B is for Bulma (watch her take Vegeta to the ground),
C is for copyright (something that I'll never get, I fear)
D is for domination (Akira, Toei, Funimation, you've won this round).
He pulled her hair harder, making her moan out her unvoiced pleasure. "Do my hands have to make you agreeable again?" She realized his hand was at the top of her thigh now. Though she couldn't watch with her head held back, she felt him moving over the top of her panties, rubbing her through them. "Let's see if I can get you to admit it..." His fingers pushed the silk aside and he easily slid his middle finger inside of her. "God, you're wet," he breathed into her ear with a voice full of lust as he pumped his finger in and out of her. "Your body is already admitting it." He added his ring finger into the mix, teasing her until she was shaking against him. His thumb brushed against her clit for good measure and then suddenly, he stopped all movements. Bulma whined and tried to rock against his hand. "Say the words and I'll let you finish." He didn't have to repeat himself.
"Oh, god, I want to suck your dick," she practically yelled out. "I dream of it every fucking night!" Immediately his hand went back to work, her inner muscles clamping down on his fingers within seconds. Her hands clamped onto her own thighs, scratching long red marks as she screamed out. Vegeta's eyes rolled back into his head as he fought back his own climax, her bucking on his lap almost too much for him.
"Now, that's two for you and none for me," he stated when she finally began breathing normally. "I think I deserve...something..."
"Then stand up and let me see what I can do for you." He gently, but quickly, slid her off of his lap and stood up in front of her. She had his full attention and she raised herself up on her knees. She looked up into his eyes, both of her hands moving to rest on the waistband of his boxers. "You made me admit it, Vegeta, but do you actually want it?" She watched his face struggle with the situation. Of course he wanted it, but could he admit it?
An encouraging hand left the waistband and moved over the front of his shorts, cupping him through the material. He began to shake slightly, yet she heard no conformation from him. Her hand began to massage him and she asked him with more details.
"Vegeta, do you want me to wrap my lips around your cock?" She licked her lips slowly as she kept eye contact. All the while her hand was massaging, beginning to get a bit more forceful, while the other hand began tugging down the waist of his shorts. "The more confident I feel about this...the more...enthusiastic I'll be..."
That did him in. He couldn't count how many time he'd gotten just passable blow jobs in the past, usually resulting in him pulling them away because he would be there forever. Most women just did the deed because it was expected, but the woman on her knees in front of him obviously wanted it as much as he did.
"Please, Bulma..." was all he could manage, but it was enough for her. She yanked the blue silk all the way to his ankles and dove in like a pro.
Bulma grabbed ahold of his dick, pressing it upwards as she extended her tongue fully, dragging it along his heated flesh. Immediately he moaned loudly, his hand knotting in her hair. She licked and kissed all over his swollen member until every inch of him glistened with spit. With a final twirl of her tongue up and over the head she captured him with her lips, sliding him into her mouth. She took only a little in at first, her hand still grasping him and moving in sync with her mouth. With each bob of her head she moved him in deeper until he was all the way into her throat, fully encased. Vegeta gasped and tightened his hold, ripping moans out of her as well. The vibrations continued as she pulled her head back, releasing him from her lips as she returned to kissing him, torturing him.
He was about to use his grip to force himself back into her mouth, but she beat him too it. She surprised him by taking him in fully again, this time accompanied by her free hand fondling his sack. She repeated his motion again and again, mauling him with the suction and speed she applied. His body began to shake violently and he had to pull her head back by her hair to get her to stop.
"Wait." he commanded, dropping to his knees. He locked eyes with her for a second before he leaned in, locking his lips with hers. They kissed franticaly as she continued to pump him with her hand, his hips rocking up to move with her. Vegeta started to return the favor, his fingers finding her core and sinking in, but Bulma wouldn't have that. With a growl she shoved him back and he actually toppled back to the floor. With complete shock he watched as she crawled to him like an animal and reclaimed her prize.
"Holy shit," he gasped out as she wrapped her lips around him again, sucking harder than she had before. He decided to just lay there and let her have her way, afraid of earning her disapproval again. Afraid she would stop. Then, she used her free hand to grab his and pull it to the back of her head. Vegeta understood and tangled his hand into her hair, pulling tight and forcing her into his desired rhythm.
Bulma never stopped to complain or to tease from this point. She just moaned over him and sucked and pumped him at his rate, which was quickly speeding up. The faster she went, the harder she sucked, and he felt himself getting close. Desperate growls emerged from his throat until he finally clutched her hair even tighter and shoved her head down fully onto him. Surprising himself, he actually yelled out her name as he came, spurting himself deep into her throat. She massaged and squeezed his balls with each twitch of his body until he finally was empty.
He loosened his grip and allowed her to pull back, but didn't remove his hand from her hair. The just gazed at each other, both with satisfied looks on their faces. She smiled as she wiped her bottom lip to make sure nothing seeped out.
"Does that qualify as the something you deserved?" He nodded and pulled her up so that they were face to face. Bulma slipped her tongue out and traced his lips, quickly greeted with his own tongue.
A hungry kiss followed, but ended too soon for him. She really did a number on him, and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not. He wasn't lying about his indecision with her. He knew how obsessed he could get, how demanding. He didn't want to need her, but after this, all he could think about was the next level of touching her. Of owning her.
His obsessions could last forever, and what if she decided that he just wasn't what she wanted. He would go on a war path, probably taking the entire planet with him.
Vegeta's eyes roamed over her body and his dick got the better of his thoughts. If he did become attached, he would just have to avoid her like the plague until the obsession wore off. It would be a good test of his will power, worth it to have her in his possession for the rest of the night.
A is for attention (yours which I hopefully do have here),
B is for Bulma (watch her take Vegeta to the ground),
C is for copyright (something that I'll never get, I fear)
D is for domination (Akira, Toei, Funimation, you've won this round).
He pulled her hair harder, making her moan out her unvoiced pleasure. "Do my hands have to make you agreeable again?" She realized his hand was at the top of her thigh now. Though she couldn't watch with her head held back, she felt him moving over the top of her panties, rubbing her through them. "Let's see if I can get you to admit it..." His fingers pushed the silk aside and he easily slid his middle finger inside of her. "God, you're wet," he breathed into her ear with a voice full of lust as he pumped his finger in and out of her. "Your body is already admitting it." He added his ring finger into the mix, teasing her until she was shaking against him. His thumb brushed against her clit for good measure and then suddenly, he stopped all movements. Bulma whined and tried to rock against his hand. "Say the words and I'll let you finish." He didn't have to repeat himself.
"Oh, god, I want to suck your dick," she practically yelled out. "I dream of it every fucking night!" Immediately his hand went back to work, her inner muscles clamping down on his fingers within seconds. Her hands clamped onto her own thighs, scratching long red marks as she screamed out. Vegeta's eyes rolled back into his head as he fought back his own climax, her bucking on his lap almost too much for him.
"Now, that's two for you and none for me," he stated when she finally began breathing normally. "I think I deserve...something..."
"Then stand up and let me see what I can do for you." He gently, but quickly, slid her off of his lap and stood up in front of her. She had his full attention and she raised herself up on her knees. She looked up into his eyes, both of her hands moving to rest on the waistband of his boxers. "You made me admit it, Vegeta, but do you actually want it?" She watched his face struggle with the situation. Of course he wanted it, but could he admit it?
An encouraging hand left the waistband and moved over the front of his shorts, cupping him through the material. He began to shake slightly, yet she heard no conformation from him. Her hand began to massage him and she asked him with more details.
"Vegeta, do you want me to wrap my lips around your cock?" She licked her lips slowly as she kept eye contact. All the while her hand was massaging, beginning to get a bit more forceful, while the other hand began tugging down the waist of his shorts. "The more confident I feel about this...the more...enthusiastic I'll be..."
That did him in. He couldn't count how many time he'd gotten just passable blow jobs in the past, usually resulting in him pulling them away because he would be there forever. Most women just did the deed because it was expected, but the woman on her knees in front of him obviously wanted it as much as he did.
"Please, Bulma..." was all he could manage, but it was enough for her. She yanked the blue silk all the way to his ankles and dove in like a pro.
Bulma grabbed ahold of his dick, pressing it upwards as she extended her tongue fully, dragging it along his heated flesh. Immediately he moaned loudly, his hand knotting in her hair. She licked and kissed all over his swollen member until every inch of him glistened with spit. With a final twirl of her tongue up and over the head she captured him with her lips, sliding him into her mouth. She took only a little in at first, her hand still grasping him and moving in sync with her mouth. With each bob of her head she moved him in deeper until he was all the way into her throat, fully encased. Vegeta gasped and tightened his hold, ripping moans out of her as well. The vibrations continued as she pulled her head back, releasing him from her lips as she returned to kissing him, torturing him.
He was about to use his grip to force himself back into her mouth, but she beat him too it. She surprised him by taking him in fully again, this time accompanied by her free hand fondling his sack. She repeated his motion again and again, mauling him with the suction and speed she applied. His body began to shake violently and he had to pull her head back by her hair to get her to stop.
"Wait." he commanded, dropping to his knees. He locked eyes with her for a second before he leaned in, locking his lips with hers. They kissed franticaly as she continued to pump him with her hand, his hips rocking up to move with her. Vegeta started to return the favor, his fingers finding her core and sinking in, but Bulma wouldn't have that. With a growl she shoved him back and he actually toppled back to the floor. With complete shock he watched as she crawled to him like an animal and reclaimed her prize.
"Holy shit," he gasped out as she wrapped her lips around him again, sucking harder than she had before. He decided to just lay there and let her have her way, afraid of earning her disapproval again. Afraid she would stop. Then, she used her free hand to grab his and pull it to the back of her head. Vegeta understood and tangled his hand into her hair, pulling tight and forcing her into his desired rhythm.
Bulma never stopped to complain or to tease from this point. She just moaned over him and sucked and pumped him at his rate, which was quickly speeding up. The faster she went, the harder she sucked, and he felt himself getting close. Desperate growls emerged from his throat until he finally clutched her hair even tighter and shoved her head down fully onto him. Surprising himself, he actually yelled out her name as he came, spurting himself deep into her throat. She massaged and squeezed his balls with each twitch of his body until he finally was empty.
He loosened his grip and allowed her to pull back, but didn't remove his hand from her hair. The just gazed at each other, both with satisfied looks on their faces. She smiled as she wiped her bottom lip to make sure nothing seeped out.
"Does that qualify as the something you deserved?" He nodded and pulled her up so that they were face to face. Bulma slipped her tongue out and traced his lips, quickly greeted with his own tongue.
A hungry kiss followed, but ended too soon for him. She really did a number on him, and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not. He wasn't lying about his indecision with her. He knew how obsessed he could get, how demanding. He didn't want to need her, but after this, all he could think about was the next level of touching her. Of owning her.
His obsessions could last forever, and what if she decided that he just wasn't what she wanted. He would go on a war path, probably taking the entire planet with him.
Vegeta's eyes roamed over her body and his dick got the better of his thoughts. If he did become attached, he would just have to avoid her like the plague until the obsession wore off. It would be a good test of his will power, worth it to have her in his possession for the rest of the night.