Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Power and Fiery Passion ❯ Claiming ( Chapter 7 )

Chapter 7: Claiming

 

Ryujin screamed in pain as his teeth sunk into her shoulder.

 

Vegeta moaned as blood flowed over his tongue, sweet, salty and metallic. Her blood; Saiyan blood. It was sweet, red nectar, binding him to her. He felt her teeth sink into his own shoulder, the pain intensifying the pleasure. He started growling into her neck as he lapped at the wound, the taste of the blood and the smell and feel of the female under him awakening his instincts. Rational thought ceased, and he was drawn into the taste, scent and feel of her.

 

The pain in Ryujin's shoulder lessened and melted into pleasure as Vegeta started sucking and lapping at the wound. She took a deep breath and quickly lost herself in his rich, spicy scent. She opened her eyes to find her face cradled against his shoulder. As she nuzzled the muscle with her lips, he sucked hard on her wound, causing an instinctual reaction—her teeth closed over his shoulder and sunk into the flesh.

 

As the first taste of his blood washed over her tongue, made her pause in wonder, pleasure and surprise. He was flowing into her. His thoughts, feelings, moods and memories. She hadn't known what to expect, but it wasn't this. And still, there was the taste of him on her tongue, the smell of him around her, and the feel of him on top of her. She wanted more, needed more. She was drowning in sensation, aware only of her mate, that he was male, and that she wanted him. Now.

 

Vegeta saw images in his mind's eye. Purging missions, training, the view from inside a regeneration tank, Saiyans - hundreds of them, then himself and Kakarott. So many Saiyans! It confused him, yet he didn't care. None of them mattered. Only her, only Ryujin mattered. He wanted, he needed. Her scent filled his nose and her taste washed over his tongue, arousing him, awakening his lust to new heights. He growled into her shoulder before lifting up to stand on his hands and knees over her in a clearly dominant position. Vegeta growled down at her, and hearing her purr in response, suddenly pushed up to stand on his knees. He roared as he powered up, skyrocketing into Super Saiyan Level 1, Level 2. A huge ki blast formed in his hands and he released it straight into the air. Ryujin purred deeper and louder at the obvious display of power. Some poor galaxy in the way of that blast was about to be obliterated.

 

Vegeta quickly removed his armor and bodysuit, caring only that it was out of the way. He turned back to Ryujin who eyed him up and down, licking her lips hungrily. Vegeta roughly pulled off her armor, tossing it aside and blasting it before nearly tearing her bodysuit in half trying to get it off of her in his haste.

 

Vegeta gazed at her naked body for a moment before crawling on top of her, rubbing his erection against the wet mound between her thighs. Both moaned loudly at the contact. Ryujin's tail wrapped itself around Vegeta's waist searching to twine with his, but found only air.

 

Flesh rubbed and caressed flesh, throats purred and growled as teeth nipped and bit and hands roamed curves and valleys, lips meeting and parting—caressing, teasing, touching, loving.

 

Feeling Ryujin's tail brush over his tail spot before curling around his thigh, Vegeta moaned and ground his hardness against her. Suddenly, he pulled back and thrust deeply inside of her. Ryujin's legs locked around him as her muscles clamped down on his penis, increasing the sensation a hundred-fold. He started thrusting hard and fast, pushing deep inside of her. Gods, she felt wonderful! This was what he wanted, needed. He needed her, he needed more.

 

Ryujin's hands ran down Vegeta's back to find his tail spot. She was close, so close, and she was clumsily groping to throw herself over the edge and into oblivion. Suddenly she brought her tail next to her hand and stroked roughly over his tail spot. Vegeta managed two hard, deep, mindless thrusts before the pleasure overcame him and his seed shot into her as his tail regrew and stroked her own, pulling Ryujin into her own orgasm.

 

Both collapsed and lay simply breathing for several minutes. As their breathing returned to normal and they regained their senses, Vegeta pulled Ryujin into his arms. She draped her tail over his waist and let it flick over his contentedly.

 

Vegeta started to purr low in his throat as the light, pleasant sensation soothed him. Gradually, her tail wrapped around his, and started stroking it more fully. Vegeta started making soft, pleasurable sounds, and when she ruffled the fur in one long stroke from tip to base, he moaned outright.

 

Ryujin smirked. “Sensitive, is it?” She moved to replace her tail with her hand, stroking softly and using her nails to create different sensations.

 

Somehow Vegeta managed a sound that was both a purr and a growl. He wrapped his tail around her wrist, stopping her ministrations as he brought his own hand down to stroke her tail. She started moaning softly and her breathing became ragged and uneven as he stroked, massaging, scratching, pulling lightly.

 

He smirked at her. “As sensitive as yours is.”

 

The battle of pleasure was on. Hands and tails rubbed, teased, stroked, each trying to outlast the other. Vegeta had rolled on top of Ryujin again, licking and sucking on her breasts, hands reaching down to play between her thighs.

 

The first round had been mindless, instinctual—a consecration of the bond. Now was the time to play and start learning each other's bodies; what made them scream in pleasure and writhe in ecstasy. Now was the time to make love.

 

Ryujin found the tip of his tail and pulled it up to her mouth before beginning to lick and suck on it. Vegeta moaned into her breast, plunging two fingers into her and rubbing her clit with his thumb. She moaned, wrapping her tail tightly around his thigh.

 

She tangled one hand in his hair, cradling his face to her breast while the other wandered its way down his back to grasp firm buttocks. Her breathing became more ragged as Vegeta continued to suck on her nipples and move his fingers within her. The hand grasping his hair pulled his face up towards hers and she kissed him deeply. His tongue pressed against her lips and she opened to him, allowing him to plunder her mouth with his tongue, moaning into him as he ground his erection against her.

 

Ryujin growled when he released her lips. Wrapping her tail lightly around his throat, she rolled on top of him, trailing her tongue down his throat and chest, suckling and biting at each of his nipples before continuing downward. Twisting around, tail still around his neck, she ran her hands and tongue down his body, over hard, chiseled abs to the juncture of hip and thigh and the hard member there.

 

Ryujin licked her lips and ran her tongue down the hard shaft. Under and behind her, Vegeta moaned in pleasure. Taking the head into her mouth she sucked hard, running her tongue over the sensitive underside. One hand moved to the base of his shaft, to massage there and run her fingers over the pair of globes beneath. She was barely aware as a soft tail snaked its way behind her neck and over her shoulder, where its tip flicked pleasurably over her nipple.

 

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Goku blocked and dissipated the ki blast that arose from the forest. Watching a few moments longer than necessary, he chuckled before forcing himself to turn away from the sight and scent of the two Saiyans in the forest below him.

 

The smell of them lingered in his nose as he started to fly away, and he was tempted to turn around and join them. Their musk, purrs and growls beckoned to all of his senses and it seemed natural, it seemed right, to see them, smell them, to go back and join them.

 

Goku shook his head. What was he thinking? Vegeta would kill him. Not to mention what Chichi would do to him afterwards. And he was SO not attracted to Vegeta or Ryujin, really. No, he wasn't attracted to either of them, he told himself.

 

So why did he feel like he'd lost something?