Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Saiya-jin Dreams Arc: Only Dreaming ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Part 2

 

AN: Ok. Rape and Torture OVER! Now on to steamy passionate stuff. And did I hear a request for more tongue fucking??? Coming right up!! ^_^

 

 

We enter the dark, comfortable chamber and I close the doors behind me before turning to face him. My mouth is plundered in a hungry, passionate kiss, his dominating tongue thoroughly exploring the familiar cavern. I am, for a moment, overwhelmed with this unexpected action.

 

He draws back, lust in his eyes and a small, but genuine smile graces his sensuous lips. “It seems my third-class pet has some instincts after all… And apparently your bloodlust increases my lust for you, which is why I had you stop so abruptly.”

 

I meet his gaze as he speaks, all comments about my birth-rank meaningless now that I am Royal Consort, and the King's favorite at that. I smile and address him lovingly, familiarly.

 

“'Jita…” I whisper, softly biting his ear. I feel a shudder pass through him at the light touch and hear him breathe in my scent as I catch wind of the musk rolling off of him.

 

I love this room. It is the only room where I may meet his gaze, speak my mind, talk to him about anything and everything without fear, without the presence of guards to require the uphold of proper decorum, where I can address him as my lover, rather than my king, where we may speak and interact as equals and drop the masks we are forced to wear.

 

“I never imagined that I would see, or be aroused by, my Kakarrrrrrott in full bloodlust. It was… enticing.”

 

He rolls the r's in my name, the word turning into a deep, rumbling purr. He is so pleased, which in turn, pleases me.

 

We stand with our arms wrapped around each other, and I nuzzle his hair. I can tell he's thinking about it—he's musking more—and I smell my own musk rising in response. Displays of strength are a potent aphrodisiac for a Saiyan, and there not many of such displays that would please or arouse my King, though I am happy I unknowingly aroused and pleased him, unlocking this new interest. I feel him nip at my neck.

 

“I enjoyed seeing you dominant and vengeful. Enjoyed it so much, I may just have to find ways to make you behave that way more often…”

 

Sharp teeth bite my neck and shoulder, slowly trailing their way down to a single hard, rosy nipple. I can feel him purring deep in his throat, the vibrations sending chills along my skin. I gasp as a tongue flicks lightly over the nipple only to whimper when the anticipated heat of lips does not follow. He chuckles softly, blowing on the moistened pearl of flesh and the cold causes me to gasp again, as it becomes impossibly harder. Scalding heat envelopes and my gasp melts into a moan as lips and teeth nip and massage, suckle and pull, narrowing my world to one fleshy pebble, the mouth that tortures it, and the pleasure that shoots straight down to my groin.

 

The sensation slows and stops and I am left bereft as the pleasure slowly fades. I am disappointed, want more, want to be touched, and whimper my protest. No gentle word or touch responds, and I open my eyes, not sure when I closed them.

 

Vejita is several feet away, removing his clothing. He is facing the bed, and away from me. I silently creep up behind him to wrap my arms around a now-bare waist, kissing neck and ear as I press myself against his back. I press my nose to his neck and breathe in deeply, taking in his spicy, fiery scent.

 

“Mmmm, `Jita… Want you…”

 

He purrs and moves my hand down to cup his erection.

 

I do so eagerly, stroking the velvet encased steel, paying special attention to the sensitive underside. I start kissing his neck and shoulders, nipping with my teeth before my tongue apologizes and soothes, working my way down his spine. One hand continues to tease his erection, first hard and fast, then slow and luxurious as the other rakes sharp nails down his ribs to the point of his hipbone. My lips moving ever lower, I shift to my knees and move to suck and nibble the underside of the base of his tail, occasionally flicking a soft tongue over the musk glands nestled there as a hand moves between powerful legs to caress soft twin globes.

 

I scoot forward to kneel between spread legs and he leans forward, bracing hands against the edge of the bed, the position allowing me to pleasure him more easily. My tongue trails down from musk glands over one round, firm buttock, kissing and nipping the soft flesh.

 

My left hand, he one not already occupied stroking hard shaft and twin spheres, runs down from its place on his hip to massage and spread willing flesh, allowing my tongue to rasp over puckered opening. A chill runs through him, and I do it again. While we both know I can never be top, I can do this for him. And I love how he loves it.

 

I continue to run my tongue over his opening, pressing gently, getting it wetter as I push the tip against that tight ring of muscle. He begins to rock back against me as I continue to tease him, pushing, pressing, but never entering. He starts trembling all over—he wants it so badly, but cannot voice it.

 

I happily oblige that silent plea, thrusting my tongue into him, past now relaxed muscle to stroke the hot flesh within. He moans and pushes against me, the trembling growing harsher as I continue to stroke him with my tongue, probing to reach one spot. I push harder, deeper, my hand on his cock echoing the movements of my tongue. There!

 

He is moaning constantly now, gasping between as he thrusts himself between the pleasures of tongue and hand, searching for release. He stiffens and a choked moan escapes royal throat as he pulses into my hand, my tongue still stroking until a final, convulsive shudder passes through him and he leans heavily on his hands.

 

I pull my tongue out of him, receiving a moan in response. I run my tongue over to kiss and nibble the swell of his buttock before ducking between his legs to kneel in front of him, licking his essence from my hand. It is bittersweet and thick, musky. By the time I finish cleaning my hand, he is standing, watching me interestedly. I glance up at him mischievously before returning my attention lower. He has diminished only slightly, and while most of his seed spilled into my hand, some is still smeared on his head, and this I lick away cherishingly, relishing the feel of his cock under my lips, and the taste of it.

 

I hear him sigh at the light, pleasant sensation, listening to it draw out into a grunt as I take his head into my mouth, sucking and licking it. I start taking the length into my mouth, feeling it harden as the tip presses against the back of my throat. He moans and buries his hands in my hair, thrusting shallowly into my mouth before pulling me away even as I strain for one last lick.

 

I find myself pulled up by my hair to stand before him, and my mouth is consumed in a fiery kiss. His blazing lust and desire for me is evident in the kiss as he thoroughly explores and claims my mouth, finding traces of his own bittersweet flavor there.

 

He releases me suddenly and I find myself shoved onto the bed behind me, barely able to steady myself on the soft mattress before he is on top of me, again kissing me, stealing my breath and igniting my soul with passion.

 

“'Jita…” I whisper when he releases my lips, biting his way down my neck. I pant and moan under him, writhing with sensation and pleasure as hands tease nipples and skate over ribs to massage hips as his talented mouth nips and bites at my shoulder and collarbone. He is so good at pleasing me, and I want him now.

 

I whine, moving my tail down between my legs to rub against my own opening, but it is grabbed by a strong hand and pulled away, forced to twine around muscled forearm. His dark chuckle rumbles against my chest as I whine again in frustration. He knows my want and is going to deliberately draw out his torture.

 

“Bastard…” I mumble, before the word is choked off by a sharp gasp as sharp teeth find my nipple.

 

“What was that?” He lifts his head to look at me, tweaking my other nipple sharply. I yelp and he smirks down at me.

 

“You're an ass, `Jita.”

 

My nipple is tweaked again and teeth descend to nip and bite. “Maybe, but I'm going to fuck yours.” I moan as a hand moves down to grope said ass and I buck against him, trying to urge him further. He continues teasing my nipple before running his tongue ever so slowly down my chest. When he finally reaches my belly button, I am ready to scream with frustration. He continues his downward path, avoiding my cock, though he does breathe heavily on it—fucking tease—before sliding to the side the kiss at the juncture of hip and thigh.

 

“Jitaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa….” I know he hates it when I whine, but dammit, I want him and I want him now!

 

“Kakarott. Do I need to get a gag?” He stares up at me chidingly, playfully. He knows I love to be tied up. But I don't want to be tied up and lovingly tortured. I want to be fucked, hard, fast, and by my `Jita.

 

My tail snakes down to curl around his erection, stroking it firmly, pulling a moan from his throat. He pulls my tail away roughly.

 

“Kakarott, if you keep this up, I will tie you up and torture you for hours, doing to you what ever pleases me, and deny you release. You know I'll do it.”

 

I know I must pale slightly or make some strange expression, because the smirk on his face grows wider, crueler. And yes, I know he'll do it. He's done it before.

 

“No, `Jita, please… Just fuck me. Please, I want it. I want to feel your cock, please, slamming hard and dee—ooooh, `Jita!”

 

My cock is engulfed by a hot, wet mouth and I helplessly arch into him. Velvety tongue is drug up the underside before releasing me, his tail grasping our tube of lubricant and slicking fingers as he moves forward to again claim my lips, swallowing the my moan as his fingers touch and tease my opening. My lips are kissed, bitten, nipped, licked and bruised to swollen perfection by his hungry and demanding kisses, our tongues twining desperately, the taste of the other fueling our need, our want. Tails are twined together and before I realize it I am bucking against two of his fingers that are fully encased in my heat.

 

I whimper as he pulls them away, only to let the sound melt into a moan as something larger and hotter presses into me. He enters me fully, swiftly, then pauses as I devour his lips and my nails claw at his back.

 

He starts thrusting, hard and deep, and I am moaning continuously. His tongue plunders my mouth, stroking my own tongue, sucking on it before releasing it. He moves and nips my neck, pulling out of me and rolling me over, pulling my hips up to where I am on my knees with my face pressed into the pillows before slamming back into me. I howl in ecstasy as he hits my prostate, pulling the tip of my tail into his mouth and sucking on it. My hips are clasped in an iron grip and I am slammed into again and again and again; a hand cracks across my ass and again, I howl in pleasure.

 

My tail is released from its exquisite entrapment and is immediately twined around his waist as he leans over me, still pounding into me hard and fast and deep, just the way I love it.

 

“Kakarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrot…” he growls in my ear.

 

“'J-jiiitaaaaaaaaaaaa…”

 

“Scream for me. Scream for me when you cum.”

 

His tail brushes my thighs before wrapping around my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts, and I do scream for him.

 

I awake with that scream in my throat, unable to keep it from tearing free as my body stiffens and my cock twitches, my seed pulsing out to coat my stomach. I scream, and pleasure engulfs me, swallowing me into a pit of black ecstasy. As black as his obsidian eyes…

 

The world returns as my breathing slows.

 

The air is thick with musk and the smell of sex. My sons are in the house, but both know that the musk smell means I am not in any pain or danger, despite the scream.

 

A dream… it was just a dream. Another dream. I get up and find a discarded piece of clothing to clean up with. Again. I've dreamed of him for so long…

 

I move to the window and gaze up at the stars. The first time enthralled and confused me, but it is becoming a regular thing, and I find myself wanting more than just dreams. I have no idea how he feels about me, if he feels anything for me other than hatred or envy. But I have to try. I have to know for sure, because I want him so badly. I think I love him, and I just have to know. I have to know where he stands, how he feels. He is awake, and I have to know. I have to at least try.

 

I find and pull on a pair of pajama pants before raising two fingers to my forehead.

 

~owari~