Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Piccolo's Embrace ❯ Paradise Under The Waterfall ( Chapter 5 )

After all the children had gone, Alaura sighed and the feelings she'd been having the hardest time keeping shoved down inside her shoved their way up and out once more. Piccolo. She missed him terribly and they'd only been apart for a few hours. It took her half a moment to make up her mind. She changed into her favorite light blue gown, it's color brought out the sky blue in her own eyes and the material was transparent enough, being made from real silk, that in the right light, her body beneath could easily be seen. She slipped into the matching, silk wrap but did not secure the thin belt about her narrow waist. She allowed the wrap to flutter softly outwards at her sides and back.

Still wearing her toe shoes, though she'd removed her leotard and leggings, of course, Alaura found her darkest pair of sunglasses and placed them on her nose, over her eyes and grabbed her wide-brimmed floppy hat from the hat rack near the front door and planting it on her head before she walked out the door into the forest. The hat and glasses, she knew took away from the alluring effect, but she knew that she needed her protection from the sunlight or she would have a horrid headache in a few hours.

It's odd, she thought as she practically ran to where she knew he would be, he had shown her the pool and waterfall a few weeks ago and liked to go there to meditate, He gains strength from the sun while I can't stand it. She shrugged inwardly, not really caring that it was odd and just feeling a sweet warm ache in her nether regions as she thought of being with her vert chéri un once more.

Piccolo felt her approach before she'd even crossed the clearing into the densely packed area of wilderness where he floated peacefully above the ground. He landed on the ground and waited for her to come to him, ignoring his desire to run, fly, to her and tell her how much he'd missed her, after only a few hours, and that he was never going to allow them to apart for another minute.ever. But, he knew how irrational that would sound and even though he loved and wanted her with all his being, he also knew her fierce need of freedom and would not take that from her. He would just have to get used to their times apart, however painful they were.

As she walked towards him and the waterfall she noticed with half-interest that he had removed his weighted cape and turban and wore just his traditional dark purple gi.

"How beautiful." She said, gazing at the strong, well-built shoulders and arms of her love, the planes and angles of his face as he watched something to the side of her filled her heart with tenderness. She adored the way he looked, he was beyond handsome to her..

She off her glasses and dropped the hat on the ground in a pile of dried and dead leaves, It was dark enough under the cover of the trees, just a bit of afternoon sun streaming through the leaves and branches, and took his strong hand in her own as she stepped up beside him. He looked down at her with a warmth in his dark eyes that could easily be brought to a flaming burn given time. She knew she had the time. She also knew it wouldn't take all that much time.

"Come with me, Alaura." He said, suddenly pulling her tight against his side, his hand holding her waist, she let out a soft squeal of surprise as he lifted them both into the air so swiftly that she heard a shoosh of air in their wake. "Piccolo! What are you.?"

She held onto to him as he floated them both downward, her gossamer nightie, short past her knees, flew up and he chuckled softly as she tried to use one hand to keep it from flying up over her head and hold onto him at the same time. "Don't fear, Alaura, I would never let you fall."

She looked down and realized where he was taking them. She cried out; "Piccolo! We're going to land in the water! I have no desire to be cold and wet."

"Trust me, My love." He whispered against her ear.

When they landed in the water, it was shallow and only came up to her waist, and not even that high for Piccolo, she smiled in surprise. She'd never been to this side of the pool before. "It's warm!" She cried happily, "Wonderful!"

"Yes." He said, his voice not really interested in what he was saying, "There's a hidden spring that heats the water below the rock."

"Oh." She said softly, not caring either anymore, as he stood before her, looking down at her with a familiar gleam in his black eyes. Piccolo could see the tips of sweetly rounded breasts through the material of her gown and the dark apex, which hide her womanhood. She did not move, but stood basking in the adoration of his gaze.

A moment longer, no longer than that, and he could contain himself to no further extent. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her roughly into his chest, burying his face into her thick, silken gold hair, which he thought smelled like dandelions and the peachy scent of the shampoo she used. He shoved it aside and found her delicate throat. He nuzzled her there, on the nape of her neck where was most sensitive and she felt a surge of inner electricity course through her body.

As he kissed her lightly on her throat, the outside of her ear, flicking his damp, hot tongue into her ear for a moment just to feel her writhe against him, and both closed eyes, he lead them slowly towards the gently falling water. He tasted her lips, teasing them with his tongue so that she had no choice but to par them. His hands wandered over her body, trailing sensations she could find no words for everywhere he touched.

They were under the waterfall now and her hair was plastered to her head, falling in wet ringlets down her back and over her shoulders. She tilted her head back and gasped in pleasure as the water fell on her most sensitive areas. The gown she wore was clinging to her body and left absolutely nothing to the imagination.not that it did anyway, Piccolo smirked at her hardly hidden brazenness. She knew exactly what she was doing when she put that thing on.

He did not allow her any more time to enjoy the shower before he continued where he left off and parted her lips with his tongue and tasted her deeply. She had her hands moving up and down his powerful shoulders in small, tender strokes of passion. She reached upwards to the top of his head and ran played with the tips of his ears. She had always loved his ears.

He guided her down into the water. She realized that it was even shallower under the falling water, she had been so caught up in the moment and the sensations he was bringing alive in her once more that she failed to notice the water actually only came a little past her calves. Falling onto his knees in front of her, she pulled him forward onto her body, her thighs spread and legs up over his back.

He growled deeply and shoved nuzzled her the hollow of her throat, kissing and gently nibbling a path downward. She gasped and quivered beneath him as his arms, one braced behind her so that he wasn't placing all of his weight on her, and the other roaming almost desperately over her body. He found a breast and made magic where his fingers touched and tweaked and teased. She lifted herself up in reflex and pushed herself longingly into his hand.

She opened her eyes and thought for a moment how beautiful he was. She loved everything about him, from his deep, rumbling voice, which put a particularly sweet throbbing deep inside her womanhood, to the way he always seemed to know exactly when to take control and when to let her have the upper hand, to the green tone of his flesh as it felt hot against her own soft, paleness.

As he leaned into her heaving chest, licking and nibbling each hard nubbin on the peaks of her breasts in turn, and kissing the receptive area between them, she felt his antennae dangle just below her chin. With a mischievous half-smile, she inclined her head forward just a bit and easily slipped the tip of one into her mouth. He jumped with surprise at her action and moaned under his breath as he felt the hot, warm, wetness of her mouth as she circled her tongue around and around him, enjoying his pleasure as he pulled her tight to him and made odd whimpering sounds as she sucked harder.

She caressed his other antennae with one hand at the same time as her mouth paid tribute to the other. She felt his breathing increase and his hands dug into her shoulders, not enough to hurt, but enough that she knew that she was affecting him in a way that she hadn't thus far, and the feeling of, she could think of no other word for it, power over him, for this, their very private, cherished moment at least, made her desire him even more. "Alaura.stop.I can't."

She took his antennae all the way into her mouth, feeling it twitch against the roof of her mouth as she pushed herself forward and felt the tip of it against the back of throat. She slid her mouth back over it again, her lips wet from her own saliva as she slipped them tight over him, again and again she repeated her movements, enjoying the feel of his mounting pleasure and almost screaming scorching desire. At last, when he could take no more, Piccolo pulled himself away from her and took her mouth under his own in a kiss that was hungry and primal and deliciously rough. She felt his antennae tremble against the top of her head as he demanded all of her attention and more.