Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Possession ❯ Who is the Whore? ( Chapter 1 )

Possession

 

Okay this is an appetizer on my new fic, so I hope you will all enjoy!

 

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, but more importantly I don't own Vegeta! Unfortunately the mere thought of him not existing for real is something that makes me want him even more. What's a girl to do?

 

Warnings: Don't worry there is not any serious lemon or angsty mind game yet, so there is nothing to fear.

 

Enjoy.

 

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Chapter 1: Who is the Whore?

 

Screams and grunts echoed through the hollow halls of Capsule Corp's extravagant mansion. One may have thought that someone was being murdered, but the sexual tune and alluring scents wafting through the air immediately killed any doubt that one may have entered a crime scene.

 

The luring moans and ragged breaths seeped out from a deeply polished mahogany door, which sealed the sources of the noises to any unwanted eye. But even the heavy piece of wood could not muffle the give away sounds that dominated the abandoned mansion.

 

Inside, on a King size bed once neatly made up with crimson silken sheets lay two squirming silhouettes, their actions destroying the expensive material that was only one of many luxuries gracing the lavish bedroom housing the two panting figures.

 

The male was powerfully built but his body was still sleek and finely made, his skin was a tanned bronze, and every time he moved you could see hard muscles flexing under glowing skin. His hair was raven and swept upwards in a flame making his appearance all the more rare and exotic. His deep throated grunts spilled into the air every time he hit home in the female under him. Even though he was muscular every fierce move of his body was fluid and showed complete control.

 

The female trapped under him possessed a delicately sculpted body, her milky white skin shimmered with sweat and strands of her sky blue hair clung to her flushed face. She moaned and screamed every time the dark male invaded the velvet folds of her entrance. One of her slim hands was tangled in his hair while she dug her nails into the firm skin of his back with the other. Even though there was clear enjoyment between the two there were no signs of love or passion, barely even lust. Although the female shoved signs of passion by attempting to stroke the male as he fucked her mercilessly. Angrily he growled and gave her a hard nip on the neck earning a whimper from the female that soon turned into an angry growl.

 

“You bastard, you could at least let me touch you.” She growled helplessly as she rocked back and forth by the male's fierce thrusts. She once again smoothed her hand down his back trying to inspire him to caress her like she so needed, but all she received was a sharp bite on her ear as penalty for her actions.

 

“Keep this up woman, and I am not letting you come.” The man chuckled darkly at the woman's almost panicked expression, she knew it was him who controlled whether she came or not. It had been beyond satisfying to teach the woman who was in control when it came to their frequent sex marathons.

 

During their couplings though it had become clear to him that it was not the sex he craved; it was the control he held over the woman. Watching her squirm and wriggle beneath him knowing that he was the only one in the world that could ever truly give her what she craved fuelled his dominate nature. In the beginning of their sexual relationship, she had tried to control him but as they progressed it was clear that the prince could not be dominated. After that she had blown up on him by seeking out other men hoping she could find satisfaction elsewhere.

 

However it quickly became clear to the blue haired goddess that pleasures like those the dark demon could offer was irreplaceable. It had taken much humility and begging to make him take her back into his bed, and she hated him for it, but there was no way she would ever risk loosing the pleasures her body craved.

 

Also it bothered her that whenever they were together he seemed completely unaffected by her exquisite body and exotic colouring. It was unacceptable, especially when she was used to every male within breathing distance drooling over her perfect features.

 

Of course she didn't mind animalistic sex; it was the very thing she loved about him; his fierce performances in bed, leaving her sweaty and beyond exhausted yet hungry for more. But he hardly ever touched her except when he kept her body locked to his when he was especially rough or when he punished her mercilessly keeping her on the brink of climax yet denying her fulfilment. He had never caressed her, no matter how much she begged, and she was not allowed to touch him either.

 

Whenever she had decided to try and negotiate the matter with him they would just end up insulting each other along the race to fulfilment, which he denied her in the last second, almost making her go crazy from need and having no other option than to beg him for it.

 

“Don't you dare not letting me cum!” She stressed fearing that she had lost her orgasm for good this evening.

 

There was that wicked smirk she knew all to well and she groaned as she saw the demon burn in his glassy eyes.

 

She knew what she had to do to please the demon…

 

“Please I didn't mean to touch you. Please let me cum.” She pleaded prettily and hoped beyond hope that he would be generous and allow her the pleasures she so needed.

 

“You want me to please you woman? You are just a lowly human. Do you honestly think that you deserve the pleasure I can give you?” he mocked her without remorse as he thrust slightly faster, but without hitting her pleasure spot making her all the more desperate.

 

“Bastard” She breathed before she was able to stop herself, however it didn't go unheard by the prince.

 

“Woman you are stepping on thin ice.” The threat wrapped around her like a cloak of cold mist raising gooseflesh on her heated skin. She shivered closing her eyes and cursing herself for that stupid slip. Damn! Why couldn't she just be a weak minded woman when she knew that her submission would give her what she wanted? She growled the tightness in her abandon had nearly become unbearable; she would have to relieve it somehow!

 

“Please…” She begged breathlessly. “Please let me…” her voice broke, but the prince would have none of that.

 

“Say it woman.” He commanded. “Say that I am the only one in the world that can satisfy you.” He thrust into her again this time brushing the bundle of nerves inside of her making gasp and buck against him. He smirked at the control he had over her, he was proud of having tamed this fierce creature to his touch.

 

She growled, but her entire body tingled with the limited pleasure she had received from her tormenting demon, and it was all the persuasion she needed. Before she even knew what was happening she found herself giving into her animalistic desires by playing submissive whore.

 

“Y you…only you can ever satisfy me…please let me come. I need it. God please.” She whimpered and squirmed seductively for his pleasure being careful not to touch him but keeping her arms over her head as she begged breathlessly.

 

His chuckle told her that she on the right track but it seemed it took more to persuade him than that.

 

“And you are just a lowly whore, a whore who needs my touch. Say it.” Damn he was in a sadistic mood tonight. With the last of her willpower she pusher her mind aside and focused on what her body craved at the moment. She could always hurl insults at him tomorrow.

 

“Yes, I need your touch damn it. Please!” She cried.

 

She didn't hear his reply, all she saw was that dark satisfaction smouldering in his eye accompanied by that devilish smirk. He swayed his hips until he finally hit her pleasure spot head on making her howl in pleasure her back arching and her hands clawing at the silken sheets.

 

After the last spasms of her gigantic orgasm had passed she opened her eyes locking them with the cold expressionless eyes of the alien prince she had invited into her home.

 

He lay above her supporting his weight on his elbows, his now spent sex still nestled inside of her. They glared at each other the hate between them instantly returning.

 

The blue haired woman closed her eyes dismissively and yawned hugely her bitchy nature making its comeback. Her cerulean eyes sparkled icily as she addressed the prince.

 

“Now get out of my room Vegeta. I have to sleep now.” she smiled coldly being glad that she had the advantage of them being in her room. That meant she got to kick him out, and now that she was holding the trump card she didn't feel any remorse for using it, especially since he had been so cruel to her.

 

Her satisfaction only flared as she watched him swiftly remove himself from her only steeling his expression to show nothing, but that alone was the prize. Silence was much better than boiling anger or cold fury. The unreadable expression was only showing that she had had the final word in this round, and it made her feel invincible.

 

However her smug look faltered for a brief moment when Vegeta flashed a chilling smile that caused all nerves in her body to stand on end, and by seeing her reaction the smile widened evilly with unspoken promises before he turned and exited the lavish room.

 

“Till next time Bulma.”

 

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Yeah that was a taste on my new fic. I know I know it's kind of short but it is just foreplay. Any comments, feedback or questions…feel free to review or email me.