Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Power Trip ❯ A Third Answer ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: inuy21 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.19.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 449 | Visits: 598 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.19.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 449 | Visits: 598 | Status: Work In Progress
Prompt: "Rough". Word count set at: 400
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toiryama.
He snorted, his hand untangling from her wavy, blue hair. “Then do whatever you like.”
She pushed herself up, her hands still clasped onto his shoulders. Her eyes narrowed just a bit.
He offered her a smile. The gesture making him look all the more evil. “If you know what kind of hell I’ll dish out later, then go ahead. You’ll only have this one chance.”
Her newly trimmed nails jabbed at the hard skin beneath them. They ran from their resting spot, over his upper pectorals, to run roughly over his nipples. “One chance, huh?” Her fingers rolled the little hardened beads, her nails catching the flesh every so often. “Then I better make the most of it.” She lowered herself back down, mouth and teeth taking over as her nails traveled down to his stomach. His muscles rippled and tensed under her touch.
His good arm moving down the side of her body, feeling her curves. The fingers of his injured arm kneading the thin, paper-like sheets of the bed. Her teeth scraped across his flesh, his fingers gripping the sheets for a few seconds at the harshness of her actions. The woman could really surprise him when she had control over the situation.
Fingers brushed across her hip, and over the curve of her ass, before squeezing the soft and rounded flesh. “Hmm,” she hummed against his heated flesh. Her lips pressed a kiss against his sternum. She lifted and shifted her hips, wiggling against him for a few seconds before settling back down.
He arched an eyebrow as she shifted her bottom half. Her heat settling comfortably against his crotch. The thin material of his shorts and the shortness of her shorts not helping his control. Her bared thighs letting her heat slip from her skin and through the breathable fabric of his shorts.
She shifted her hips--lifting so her center still brushed against him, moved up ever so slightly, to the left, then rolling back down and to the right. Her teeth grazed across the skin of his collarbone, up to the one shoulder, back down along the curved bone, and to the other side. Her hips every so often shifting in the process.
He lifted his hips to meet hers, but a dainty hand came to push on his left thigh. “I don’t want you exerting what little energy you have left,” she teased.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toiryama.
He snorted, his hand untangling from her wavy, blue hair. “Then do whatever you like.”
She pushed herself up, her hands still clasped onto his shoulders. Her eyes narrowed just a bit.
He offered her a smile. The gesture making him look all the more evil. “If you know what kind of hell I’ll dish out later, then go ahead. You’ll only have this one chance.”
Her newly trimmed nails jabbed at the hard skin beneath them. They ran from their resting spot, over his upper pectorals, to run roughly over his nipples. “One chance, huh?” Her fingers rolled the little hardened beads, her nails catching the flesh every so often. “Then I better make the most of it.” She lowered herself back down, mouth and teeth taking over as her nails traveled down to his stomach. His muscles rippled and tensed under her touch.
His good arm moving down the side of her body, feeling her curves. The fingers of his injured arm kneading the thin, paper-like sheets of the bed. Her teeth scraped across his flesh, his fingers gripping the sheets for a few seconds at the harshness of her actions. The woman could really surprise him when she had control over the situation.
Fingers brushed across her hip, and over the curve of her ass, before squeezing the soft and rounded flesh. “Hmm,” she hummed against his heated flesh. Her lips pressed a kiss against his sternum. She lifted and shifted her hips, wiggling against him for a few seconds before settling back down.
He arched an eyebrow as she shifted her bottom half. Her heat settling comfortably against his crotch. The thin material of his shorts and the shortness of her shorts not helping his control. Her bared thighs letting her heat slip from her skin and through the breathable fabric of his shorts.
She shifted her hips--lifting so her center still brushed against him, moved up ever so slightly, to the left, then rolling back down and to the right. Her teeth grazed across the skin of his collarbone, up to the one shoulder, back down along the curved bone, and to the other side. Her hips every so often shifting in the process.
He lifted his hips to meet hers, but a dainty hand came to push on his left thigh. “I don’t want you exerting what little energy you have left,” she teased.