Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Requiem in Blue ❯ Chapter Five: Saahkehm ey Ryeishiim ( Chapter 5 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

The arena shuddered and shook with the impact of Brolli’s body on the hard floor. The crowd gasped as Vejiita laughed, throwing his arms above his head and producing a large ki flare in his palms. Bulma felt her lips twitch, wondering if Brolli would get up in time to dodge the attack.
In the nick of time, Brolli pushed himself to his feet and sprung back up into the air to avoid Vejiita’s energy dan. The ball of ki bounced off the side of the wall and up towards him, but he deflected it with his arm and then tossed a ball of energy directly towards the Prince. Vejiita laughed again, his deep, amused voice echoing throughout the already clamoring hall. When he had successfully evaded Brolli’s attack, he noticed too late that the Kassha’hal was headed directly towards him with his fists in a double axe handle. Vejiita had enough time to catch the look of sheer ferocity and rage that burned within Brolli’s turquoise eyes before his vision went black with dizzy insistence.
The Prince hurled towards the floor, and Bulma watched him with unbridled curiosity. The smaller, more compact body of the Zarshi-kalan seemed to give him more agility and speed. And he certainly stirred something in her as she watched his powerful arms pressing for power.  However, Brolli’s brute force and energy advantage gave him the go ahead for a win. When Vejiita’s body finally hit the ground, the entire arena shook again with its force. Bulma stood from her seat to lean against the railing…watching…waiting to see who would prove the stronger warrior. She rather felt like she was choosing her worthy mate this way. It was a satisfying sort of primal enjoyment, and she reveled in it.
Bulma watched Brolli descend from the air, breathing heavily despite his advantage over the Prince. Vejiita’s speed had obviously given Brolli a run for his money. She heard Vejiita-Zarshon behind her…he was speaking with Raditsu,
“Do you think he has a chance, Aash’an? I’m not sure how much longer he can take falls like that.”
“You underestimate your own son, My King!”  Raditsu’s voice startled her to attention.  “He may be able to take several more falls just like that one. What I’m concerned with is the Kassha’hal’s energy advantage. He’s maxed out right now at 900,000. Another direct hit could send Vejiita-Zarshi into knock out.”
Bulma felt her tongue leap out and caress her bottom lip.  A cruel thought passed through her wickedly crafty mind. She swiveled around and leaned against the railing to face the Monkey King and Captain Raditsu. Her hair tickled delicately across the line of her jaw.
“Most interesting, Aash’an.  Then, what is the Prince’s current reading?”
Bulma watched with supreme amusement as Raditsu’s expression went into a state of utter, dumbfounded irritation. His mouth hung open for a few seconds, and Bulma made sure to trace the outline of his lips with her eyes. She wondered if the King had noticed. Finally, Raditsu tapped the button on his scouter and studied the crouching body of the Prince. He brought his scalding eyes back to her.
“Prince Vejiita tops off at 550,000, Shal’ba. His main objective now should be to avoid Shakan Brolli all together until he gives up--if he gives up.”
Bulma raised one eyebrow and let her eyes travel the length of Raditsu’s body, then back to his face again. She let her lips fall into a pout that would have melted the heart of a god.
“Such a shame…” She fixed her eyes upon the King and folded her hands in front of her. “I had so hoped to see Vejiita-Zarshi take a victory, Sire.”
The Monkey King’s face fixed in a smirk that told her more than she should know.
“Many thanks, Shal’ba Bulma.  I’m sure he would be pleased. But you speak too soon, Lady; Vejiita has not lost yet.”
Bulma allowed her gaze to settle on Raditsu once more, and he raised an eyebrow. A look of bitter interest crossed his black eyes, and he then turned his head back towards the arena. His wild hair rustled as a great gust of wind blew it back from his face.
Kami…  Raditsu was gorgeous; she could at least give him that.  It was too bad he had been such easy prey.  It was no matter though, her sights had been set now on what she knew to be her next goal:  the Saiya-jin no Ouji.
Bulma gave Raditsu one more winning smile, and then turned her body slowly back towards the action in the arena.  She focused her attention just in time to see Brolli powering up for an attack—only to be side swept on his left by the Saiya-jin Prince.  Bulma felt her palms begin to sweat as the two warriors clashed bodies, and Brolli blocked a series of punches from Vejiita.  Finally, the Kassha’hal roared and tensed his arms, pushing the Prince backwards several feet in the air.  Bulma gasped as Brolli’s head came forward violently, smacking Vejiita’s with a loud thwack.
Vejiita-Zarshon stood behind her as his son came crashing to the ground, breaking some of the tile that covered the showground floor. He chuckled slowly and leaned backward towards Raditsu.
“I have a feeling that if Vejiita recovers from that he won’t be very amused.”
Bulma heard Raditsu dare a small laugh.
“Agreed, Zarshon-kalan.”
There was a rumble…  A soft, groaning inside the ground as Vejiita’s voice rose from the hole in the ground until it could be heard in a painful echo all around the surrounding area. Bulma caught the look of anxious resolve that crossed over Brolli’s features as Vejiita’s scream became louder. The entire hall fell silent as the Saiya-jin Prince exploded from the point of his impact with the ground, his aura burning near to violet.
Blood cascaded down the side of his face and dripped onto his lips, which he licked conspicuously, and then he snapped his palms together in front of him. There was a brief moment of utter and absolute silence until Vejiita growled and fashioned another huge amount of energy in the center of his hands. Brolli’s eyes widened until the blue shade of them had turned a terrifying hue of lavender.
“I THIRST FOR YOUR BLOOD, KASSHA’HAL!”
The raw power in Vejiita’s voice suddenly turned Bulma’s blood cold.  And yet, she reveled in it. Her whole body then went hot with the pressure of his voice on her ears.  She shifted in her seat and pressed both palms flat on her thighs.  The Prince’s declaration had sent a rousing cheer through the once silent crowd of Saiya-jin spectators.
Bulma grinned evilly as Brolli’s mouth turned upward in a defiant smirk. That look would be the death of him someday, she was sure of it. Vejiita’s blast flew directly at Brolli’s chest, but the Kassha’hal laughed aloud and clenched his fists, puffing his chest out as though he were initiating a mating ritual. The ki blast crushed against him, and he howled until it had finally dissipated beyond his trembling body. The Shal’ba Bulma nearly swallowed her tongue as Brolli lunged at the Saiya-jin Prince and gripped his neck in one massive fist.
The crowd of onlookers gasped again as both warriors sailed towards the ground and tore apart the sound barrier with their auras. Bulma flinched and squinted as they made contact with the stone floor, and Vejiita-Zarshon came to his feet, leaning on the bar. There was a quiet earthquake beneath their feet, and then the stone scattered in several directions.
I certainly hope we can manage to repair this place.  Bulma thought grudgingly as she watched the two warriors’ forms appear in the smoke. To her dismay, she quickly realized that Brolli still had a firm hold on Vejiita-Zarshi’s neck…but her throat warmed and filled with thick giddiness as she saw the same smirk on Vejiita’s face that had decorated Brolli’s only moments earlier.
The hall began to echo with Vejiita’s harsh, strangled whispers.
“Kill me.  I dare you, Kassha’hal!”
Bulma barely held in her giggle of admiration and attraction. The Monkey King, however, did not find it so entertaining, and he drew back his cape, flaring blue-purple ki into the atmosphere. The Elite guards fell to one knee, one hand each pressed to their chests. Bulma bowed her head and flinched against the bellowing voice of Vejiita-Zarshon.
“THE MATCH WILL END HERE!”
The words sent a halting sort of terror throughout the hearts of everyone present, Saiya-jin or no. Brolli’s face fell slack from its bright rage and blind violence; his fingers fell loose from Vejiita-Zarshi’s neck. The Prince fell backward and coughed more than once, sending a spew of blood across the remaining clean, white tiles. There were a few short gasps and cries from the crowd, and Vejiita-Zarshon drew a glowing white ki ball in his hands.
“This has gone on long enough.” He declared.  Clearly he was satisfied that enough of a threat had been put upon his only heir.  A slight murmur of disappointment rumbled through the crowd but the Monkey King continued, his voice creating shockwaves in the room.
“I fear it will be difficult in deciding a winner.”
Bulma lifted her eyes and scrutinized the heaving, sweaty men with glazed eyes. Each one played the part of warrior with distinct ease and grace. But something in Vejiita-Zarshi’s eyes told her that it had been more than a spar for him, more than a test of strength. She intended to find out… The crowd began chanting again.
The King touched her shoulder, and Bulma nearly started with the energy that surged through her as a result of his charged ki. Raditsu’s eyes lifted from where he was still kneeling. To Bulma’s dismay, the black depths of them crashed into her like obsidian fire. And the Aash’an Raditsu briefly looked like a broken Chikyuu-jin.  In his gaze, she saw the kind of heart-broken madness that made one sick to the stomach and burned away its interior. For a brief instant, Bulma felt sympathy and guilt wash through her at the speed of sound. The sound of the King’s voice burned away the foreign feeling and cleared her mind.
“As it is, one must be declared!”  He proclaimed.  Bulma shuddered as the Zarshon’s fingers traveled delicately over her bare shoulder. He turned to face her.  “Lady Bulma, would you care to do the honors?”
To her great surprise, the Monkey King brought his other palm towards her, the shimmering ball of static like energy dancing before her equally bright eyes. The crowd erupted in cheers, and Bulma had enough time to catch the smirk of sardonic laughter that crossed over Raditsu’s face. His shoulders moved once, and he shook his head slowly, bringing two fingers to his eyes. Bulma smiled her most winning smile and held out her palm.
“Of course, Zarshon-kalan,” she sang the words as the King brought the ki towards her.
“Can you handle the jal’a, Shal’ba?” He asked, his voice full of what she thought to be genuine concern. One eyebrow rose indignantly, and she pursed her full lips.
“Why, yes, Zarshon-kalan.  I can.” A lie would not have done for the situation; she could handle ki quite well if given the opportunity.  She simply couldn’t produce it or wield it properly.
She was rather astounded when the King did not question her.  Vejiita-Zarshon moved his hand underneath hers, and she tenderly took the ki from him, knowing that the radiant trophy would be presented to the winner. The King smiled again.
“Very well,” his eyes widened with obvious curiosity. “Bestow this trophy upon the winner, as well as a kiss.”
Vejiita, still panting upon the destroyed tiles of the arena, crossed his arms and ran a tongue along the bloodied surface of his teeth. A quick glance to Brolli told Bulma that the Shakan was less than pleased.  Perhaps he already knew her intentions. The mighty Kassha’hal had bowed his head, dragged a bite across his bottom lip and furrowed his brows. Vejiita kept watching her, just watching as he had done at dinner.  His black gaze was enough to make her wonder if he would watch her like that if she were riding his cock.  When Bulma stood, the fire had already settled deep in her belly.  Poor Brolli would not admit defeat so easily though, she reasoned.
Slowly, and very slowly, Bulma made her way across the broken tiles towards the two shining bodies of the Saiya-jin warriors. Her tongue danced briefly over her bottom lip, filling her senses with the shielka fruit balm she’d applied liberally before this afternoon’s spectacles. She saw Brolli’s eyes dance over her lithe figure like a man studying his enemy. Don’t think I can’t tell how your scent changes when you think of someone else…  He had said.  Then, watch this, Kassha’hal!
As she approached, Brolli let out a sigh and groaned as he powered down. The golden aura faded away, saving the blue angel from being singed by his fiery power. His re-darkened eyes now danced over her in a flurry of anxiety, and he watched as she brought her body between the two of them and concentrated the ki to float perfectly perpendicular to her soft, rising bosom.
Bulma gripped the powerful, still damp, hands of both men and lifted her eyes towards the crowd. Each was calling out the name of the warrior they believed to be the winner. Most called for Prince Vejiita of course, but there were still a good number who called out Kassha’hal. Truly, had the fight gone on any longer, Brolli would have rightfully been declared the winner. But it just wouldn’t be any fun to give him what he wants right now, would it…?
Bulma drew her lips into a smile so sensual that even the Aash’an Raditsu looked away from her and back towards the King. A moment of thought passed through her wicked little mind, and she felt a hot, searing passion ride up the center of her thighs. To her utter disbelief, Vejiita-Zarshi’s fingers had begun tickling at the base of her wrist, traveling slowly up until they hit the center of her palm.
Great Kami! What a cocky little beast… Bulma wondered if either man could sense the shiver that had made its way down her spine and into the sweet warmth that caressed her lower torso.  But of course, both of them would have.
Finally, after heavy consideration, Bulma flashed her teeth in a gorgeous smile and noted that Brolli seemed to be fighting back a snarl.  She tightened her lips in amusement as Brolli growled and stared away from her into the crowd.  With a tingling movement, Bulma slid her hand away from Brolli’s grip and dipped it onto the sweaty curve of the Prince’s neck. He met her crushing kiss with what seemed to be expectant glory.  Bulma drank happily of the Vejiita’s mouth, oblivious to the screams of joy that emanated from the spectators.
As she began to break away, Vejiita took the opportunity to suck on her bottom lip and bite it gently. When her eyes moved further away from him, she could see the anticipatory excitement building in his appreciative gaze. With all the sensuality of an exotic bird, the Lady Bulma placed her palms beneath the glowing ball of ki and moved it over to his position. She placed it before his still heaving chest and caressed it a few times before letting go.
The crowd bellowed out its appreciation as Bulma made her way back towards Vejiita-Zarshon, not completely unaware of the fact that Brolli’s eyes dug into her spine. The King grinned widely at her, and she made a mental note that the big, lumbering man was pleased at her adoration towards Vejiita-Zarshi.  Well, there is always more than one way to skin a monkey…
Soon, the hallway was bustling with small activity as the remainder of the spectators exited the arena. Bulma managed to slip away from the Saiya-jin Royalty, and the angry eyes of Brolli and Raditsu, in order to find solace beside the north wing balcony. She gazed out past the floating buildings of Geishan and out into the open sea. The rippling effect of the water sparkled in the mid-afternoon sun. Strange, Bulma mused, how it looks so similar to Chikyuu’s open water, deep within the Caribbean Sea. For the first time, in a very long time, Bulma suddenly felt the twinge of homesickness creep over her stomach and into her heart.
A few thick tears made their way to the edges of her eyes, but she blinked them back. In the gentle silence, a high-pitched beeping destroyed her contentment. Rolling her eyes, Bulma reached down into the bosom of her dress and retrieved a tiny communicator. Pressing the small, indented button with her fingernail, she clenched her teeth.
“I thought I told you never to contact me while I am out of my quarters!” She hissed in heavily accented Mizuka-go. The communicator blipped when she released the button, and she hurriedly turned down the volume with a few more clicks. The communicator beeped again, and a small male voice emanated from it.
“Forgive me, Lady Bulma. But there is a matter that requires your attention in regards to the capsule production. You informed us to contact you immediately if there were ever a problem with the assembly sequence—!”
“Shit.” Bulma hissed again in her native language, spitting venom into the air.  “You mean to tell me there is a computer malfunction?”
“Regrettably…and unfortunately, Lady Bulma. It could set production of the--item in question back a few months.”
Bulma moaned quietly and rubbed two fingers against her aching eyes.
“Very well, thank you. I’ll visit the plant in a few hours. Make sure the malfunction is contained until I get there.”
“Of course, Lady Bulma.”
Bulma released the response button and slid the tiny apparatus back inside the low neckline of her dress. After sighing heavily and wondering what in the hell could have caused the production computer to malfunction, Bulma returned her gaze to where the ocean connected with the sky. Mizukashi’s horizon glowed a warm reddish-orange color in the summer. It reminded her of so many summers on Chikyuu when she’d visited the southern coast of Japan with her family, carelessly tipping away the minutes with reckless abandon. Dammit, Bulma get a hold of yourself. There’s no more need for reminiscing…no more use for it!
All that mattered now was the capsule production on Ten’rili, and the ease with which she would be able to conceal plasma containment devices by using them.  All that mattered was her revenge, even if it meant losing the last chance she had for survival.

Vejiita had been watching her for quite a while now.  Lady Bulma from Chikyuu had been perched on the balcony railing now for at least half an hour, and it was clear she had been there much longer.  It had been an hour since the end of the match, and Vejiita’s wounds had already begun to heal.  The only thing that made his blood sing with lust more than the exhilarating challenge Brolli had given him, was the sight of the Kassha’hal’s blue-haired plaything seated there like she was waiting for him.
Vejiita felt his lips quirk into a smile as she took a deep breath, her bosom puffing out nicely.  It was a sound so full of satisfaction that he wondered what it might sound like to hear his name screaming on the tails of that sweet voice.  He suppressed a growl at the heat in his groin and tightened his arms across his chest.  His tunic seemed very hot now.
She still had not noticed him, but of course she would not unless he made his presence known.  These lesser species had no skill in detecting the jal’a or even the body temperature of anyone else, not even an enemy.  He glanced around absently until he spotted a loose piece of stone in the floor.  Vejiita took one step forward and pressed his boot down on top of it until it popped and crushed under his weight.
The blue goddess turned her head abruptly toward the hall when she heard it.  Although the light from the sky was dim in this part of the palace, Vejiita could see her wide eyes transform from blue saucers to narrowed, amused and rounded almonds.  Shal’ba Bulma blinked, and she slid from the railing with a graceful twist of her body.
“My back was facing you,” she said, “you made that noise on purpose or else I would have never known you were here.”
Vejiita chuckled faintly, and he stepped closer.  There seemed to be a gentle heat emanating from her now.
“Sneaking up on a female is no challenge, Lady Bulma.”  He replied, arrogance dancing along the lines of his mouth like the remnants of a burning flame.  Vejiita saw her cheeks tighten at his emphasis on the word “female”, but she pressed her lips together and smiled.  She cocked her head to the side and raised her eyebrows.
“I didn’t realize you were still itching for one, especially after nearly being flattened by the Shakan Brolli earlier. I’d have thought you’d had enough for one day.”
The words seemed to drag like the tip of a knife through his chest, and he sneered amusedly.  Vejiita’s arms tightened and the huge muscles that framed them tensed against his slightly tan skin. Bulma seemed almost to stiffen with anxious unease at the sight of this.  He blinked once or twice.
“Flattened?” He asked, the left corner of his mouth twitching inquisitively as though he expected her to elaborate on her meaning.  The pretty Chikyuu-jin pressed a few fingers against her mouth in mock embarrassment.  Her simple movement sent a furious lust rushing through him.
“Should I find another terminology, Zarshi-kalan?” She queried, running the tip of her tongue along the ridges of her teeth. The Prince again chuckled deeply, the noise vibrating in his chest.
Vejiita clenched his fists as a wave of desire washed over his limbs completely and overwhelmingly. The sight of her shining soft lips had suddenly turned him into an amorous monster, he thought with some amusement.  He stepped forward toward her a few more steps.
“I think what you mean is--outmatched. Or perhaps—bested in combat. I am not flattened by anyone, Lady Bulma. Not even the Kassha’hal.  Especially not by a woman.”
Vejiita felt his blood pressure and heart rate soar as her eyebrows arched in surprise. She looked so irresistibly attractive with such an obvious glare of anger about her face.  It was very – Saiya-jin... He wondered if she knew that. To his surprise, an amusing laugh burned from her swan-like throat.
“Many men have said as much, Zarshi-kalan…” she paused and made a move to pass by him and out into the hallway.  “But they’ve never met me.” She added. Vejiita reached out and took hold of her upper arm, then swiveled her around until her back was to the wall.  A look of enraged protest spread over her face, and Vejiita grinned widely into her shining blue gaze.
“Many females have said the things you say, Lady Bulma…” he paused, bringing his fingers down to close around her wrist. To his surprise, it shook with fury. “But they’ve never met me…” His voice drew into a deep growl.
To his delight, the blue she-devil was just about his height, less an inch or so.  Vejiita leaned into her and breathed against her mouth until her lips parted in surprise.  Her scent radiated desire, and he shuddered with the power of it.  Who would have known the extent to which she’d been wanting him?
Vejiita saw anger in her eyes as he closed his other hand around her free wrist, and then took the liberty of placing both her arms above her head. In panic, Bulma brought her knee up and towards his groin. Vejiita laughed quietly this time, the end of it touching on a groan. Bulma rested her knee on his pelvis and took a deep breath.  She would, apparently, not give in without a fight.
“I’m going to give you approximately five seconds to let go of my wrists and leave. If you don’t, I shall render you helpless and spit in your face.”
This time he did laugh aloud, and his grip loosened somewhat.
“I believe you would,” he muttered with spiteful admiration. Then, “But…would you really want to do that?” Her eyes widened in shock as he closed both of her wrists in one hand and dropped the other to brush against the soft swell of her breasts.
Those glowing blue eyes fluttered shut as Vejiita’s fingers closed around one nipple, causing it to firm and tremble under his touch. His lips brushed the outside of her ear.
“Don’t be so embarrassed, Shal’ba. I see the way you study me.  Are you eyeing me up for your next feast?”
His palm now flattened against her back and pulled her forward towards his flaming body. The throbbing warmth in his training suit swelled against her leg like a hot iron.  She cocked her head slightly against the outstretched muscle of his arm.
“You’re so sure of yourself, Prince Vejiita.  I’ve seen the way you study me.”
Vejiita shivered at the little thing’s brass balls and slowly thrust his hips towards hers until her back was pinned against the wall again.
“Only I’m not afraid to admit it.”  He growled into her ear, biting down on it hard enough to indicate that he wanted to mate. Would she accept now, or later? Certainly she would not refuse!  He waited patiently for her response, licking at the corner of her jaw. The female shook beneath him and sighed as he drew small circles against the lower portion of her back. Vejiita felt his body tingle exquisitely as her giggles bounced off the stone walls in the humid air.
“How flattering, Zarshi-kalan.” She sung in his ear like a night bird.  “But I’m afraid I cannot accept at this time.”
Vejiita ground his teeth against her refusal and thrust against her more heartily this time.
“I’m curious, Lady Bulma.  Do you think I won’t be able to please you?”
Vejiita watched her suppress a moan as he gripped her backside with his free hand, then slid his fingers around until they were brushing away the high slit of material from her dress that rested on her left leg.
“Perhaps,” she whispered breathlessly.  “My lover is your Kassha’hal… your Legendary Warrior.”
Vejiita felt his lips quirk at her intended insult, even as it seemed her body begged his wandering hands for fulfillment. The Prince slid his hand into her dress and danced around the edge of her bare hips. Hesitantly, she lifted her raised knee higher and locked her leg around his waist.
Vejiita felt himself throb as she pressed herself closer to him. Smirking, he stepped away far enough to allow his hand entryway between their sweating bodies. One finger lingered around the soft skin of her inner thigh, and he was pleased to find that she was already damp with need.  What a cool little liar she was.  He drew in a breath and placed the tip of his nose on hers.
“I assure you, Lady, that ascension has nothing to do with this,” he whispered harshly against her mouth. In one swift movement, he crushed her mouth in a kiss and thrust his fingers into her wet opening. The warm liquid spilled over his fingers and wet his thumb, which he curled up and over until he was brushing the trembling bit of flesh above his fingers. The desperate noise of pleasure rumbled in her throat as he muffled it with his kisses.
She was tight… so tight and wet around his thrusting fingers that his cock jumped against her, begging him to use it.   She tore her mouth away from his and gasped for air as he pressed against her bud and rubbed just firmly enough to make her body suddenly convulse, and her leg tighten around his waist.  For a split second, she met his gaze and he lifted his thumb away from her.
Vejiita smirked at the quizzical look in her eyes, and shifted his fingers inside her.  His thumb pressed down again, flicked and rubbed against her until her eyes widened in shock.  The blue goddess threw her head back and cried out much louder than he had expected.  His cock jumped again at the sound of it.  She was clenching around his fingers, hard, and he lowered his mouth to bite at her nipple through the thin fabric of her dress.
Vejiita groaned into her bosom until she had finished, small little sighs escaping her lips sweetly and quietly. After a few moments of silence, Vejiita slid his fingers from her and released her wrists. The little thing tried glaring up at him with some form of irritation. But all that came from her eyes was reluctant satisfaction. He laughed through his nose.
“Surprised, Lady?” He asked, and then drew his damp fingers towards her mouth. He traced on against her bottom lip, and shuddered violently when she closed her eyes and drew her lips around it to suck generously. When she had finished lapping at his fingers, she surprised him by brushing her own digits against the stiff bulge in his pants.  Lady Bulma’s eyes were sparkling in the sunlight like the sapphire sea on Vejiita-sei.  He fought down the urge to pin her there and fuck her senseless.
“I was taken advantage of, Zarshi-kalan. Don’t expect for it to happen again soon. The next time we meet I guarantee you will not have such an easy time making me your slave.”
Vejiita crossed his arms once more and leaned into her face.
“Is that how you see it?”  He laughed again, a sort of moaning sound.  Perhaps he was still in the mood for a challenge.  A very long, drawn out challenge.
“A lesser man like Brolli may have trouble resisting your affections,” he said, “but don’t underestimate me, Lady.”
Growling playfully, he nipped at the tip of her nose and turned to leave.  He could still hear her labored breathing and smell her potent arousal as he strode away.  Yes… A very long, very drawn out challenge would be just the thing for her.