Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sculpted In Gold ❯ Frieza & his mistress... ( Chapter 7 )

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Sculpted In Gold

Chapter 7

With his sleek, muscular build, the fluid movements of his body and the small, delicate doll-like features of his face, in his fourth form, Frieza was almost attractive, in a sleek reptilian sort of a way. But his touch was like ice across her skin; it always left her shivering and his eyes were still garnet red, the very color of passion and yet there was a coldness in them that seemed to take her by surprise every time she looked into them. Shinesta sighed, squirming in her lover's embrace, he was a remarkably skilled bed mate, but there was no emotion between them. Her body had always responded to his easily and swiftly, so the arrangement between them was a pleasurable one, at least as far as actually having sex with him. But afterwards, he liked her to remain in his arms, and she felt only emptiness.

Most nights she would lie awake wondering where her daughter was- if she was even still alive since she was only allowed to see her once a year. Typically she spent between 36 and 48 hours in bed with him whenever he summoned her. During which they often argued between long bouts of lovemaking and catnaps. He seemed to delight in discussing the business of the empire with her. Their political views were so opposite that they had never agreed on anything yet and he loved to bait her into arguing with him. She didn't understand why he bothered, after all, he would do as he pleased regardless of her opinions and often against Zarbon's sound advice as well, but he was Frieza and there was no one that could even hope to oppose him.

"What are you thinking of?" He asked her finally, his long tail winding its way around her waist, he pulled her on top of him, so that she was straddling his hips.

"Nothing."

"I doubt that. You're always thinking Shinesta, it's one of the things I find so attractive about you."

"Stop it. I hate it when you say things like that." She growled, crossing her arms over her chest, she looked away.

He chuckled. "Well I keep thinking you ought to be used to hearing it. How could I not think you are attractive? You are as intelligent as you are beautiful and you are loyal, determined, resourceful, very true to your word. I've never met anyone like you before, Shinesta. I could tell there was something special about you from the moment I first saw you."

"I think you were just thinking with your lower head as all men do when they see a pretty face." She shrugged, looking dismissively across the room.

He laughed. "Regardless, you are changing the subject. I want to know what was on your mind."

"I doubt it, it is a subject you never want to discuss, so forget about it. It's nothing."

"I'm sorry that I lost my temper with…"

"So am I, but that isn't what I was thinking about."

"Now you've really made me curious. What else do we usually fight about?"

"We can't get along for five minutes unless we are having sex, and you know it." She snapped. "And what makes you so sure I was thinking of anything in particular? That way I'll know not to do it again."

Frieza laughed. "You seem to be feeling especially feisty today, my dear. You were restless, silly girl; you are always restless whenever there is something on your mind."

She arched one golden eyebrow at him. "I'm going to be 1000 years old this year. I hardly think it's appropriate for you to call me a silly girl. Besides, this is stupid and you know it. I'm not your dear. There is no emotion between us and its wrong that I have to let you touch me. I don't love you and I know that you don't give a damn about me either. I loved my husband, Frieza. I loved him more than anything. If I hadn't been pregnant with our daughter when he was killed, I would have gladly given up my life to be with him. I live for her now because I loved him so much. She's growing up without me and it isn't fair. I don't like being your whore. I don't feel anything when I'm with you and…"

He interrupted her with a kiss, at first she wanted to struggle, but slowly she began to return it. Although it wasn't love that she felt when he was touching or kissing her, she couldn't deny that the physical pleasure was enough to make her want more. As the kiss deepened, her body always had a way of overriding her mind's control when he touched her, and even though she hated him for it, she could feel that she was getting wet all over again. She moaned softly, slowly opening her eyes as the kiss ended. She knew they could both feel the liquid heat between her legs and growled at him, as she tried to move off of his lap. He held her easily though, his eyes looking into hers with an expression she had never seen on him before… but before she could figure out what it was, it had vanished.

"I don't like whores. They lack passion. So, my fierce, passionate little minx," Frieza smirked as if daring her to argue the point with him. "I think I know of a way to get you to feel something."

"That's not funny you bastard. I meant in my heart and you know it." She pouted looking down and away. She heard his stomach growl suddenly, and rolled her eyes. After a moment had conjured a tray of food, that she set on the table next to the bed, but he didn't let her move. There were bunches of grapes, several apples and oranges and bread with butter, cheese and wine and then a slab of dark roasted beef. "Don't you ever eat when I'm not here to feed you?"

"Of course I do. There are servants waiting in line for the opportunity to serve me. But admittedly, I see you and I forget about everything else. Besides, you really are quite a skilled cook, you know. Just one of your many talents I suppose." He shrugged, feeding her one of the deep purple grapes.

"Well thank you, but no, I couldn't have made this without magic." She laughed, shoving a piece of the meat into his mouth with her fingers. "You know, the cooks finally decided they wouldn't let me in the kitchen anymore when I was young. I wanted to help so badly, everything they made was so beautiful, and tasted wonderful but it was decided that I was too messy and I always forgot it was my turn to set timers and stir things… Magic was always my only real talent. So what about you?" She giggled, there were advantages to having been his favorite bed warmer for so long. She knew she could say things no one else would ever get away with. When he was in one of these rare, mellow moods he could be quite tolerable company. She had even found that she could even tease him as long as she didn't push it too far. "Were you always a mean old bully?"

"I just have a knack for getting what I want." He purred his garnet eyes mischievous. "Besides, aren't you the old one here? Getting senile in your old age are we?"

"I thought your mother would've taught you never to tease a lady about her age." She laughed, giving herself a bite of cheese and him some more of the meat on a slice of bread. "Besides, young one, among my people I'm not old. We elves are immortal until slain you know."

"I'm sure she tried, but I never did listen very well."

"I have no trouble imagining that. I pity the poor woman and... Goodness, aren't you going to eat anything but that meat? You know that you have nearly shoveled half a cow into your mouth, and in case you didn't know it, they are a rather large animal. Here, have some fruit or something to go with it… like this."

"Feeling rather critical today are we? Or do you just need someone to nag at? " He chuckled, watching her finish peeling an orange; she scowled and started to ignore him, pointedly looking up at the ceiling then, as she angrily kept the orange for herself.

"Fine then. I'll eat it myself. Mmm. Good fruit is a little like candy. Very sweet." Shinesta said rather dreamily, taking a bite of the orange. Unfortunately a little drop of juice gliding down her chin caught his attention. Frieza sat up as another one continued the trail begun by the first drop. "Oops, this one is messy. Would you hand me that napkin?"

He laughed. "No, I have a better idea." He was purring as he kissed her neck, tasting the sweetness of the fruit on her skin. He could still taste the salt of their sweat on her body, and combined with the orange's sweetness the combination was rather irresistible. Taking one of the last sections of her orange, he heard her squeal unhappily, but he just laughed, squeezing the juice out of the cold fruit letting it rain down on her neck and breasts. Then he gave the poor slice of orange back to her, smirking devilishly.

"You bastard. Now I'm all sticky." She growled. "And what did my poor orange do to you anyway?"

He picked her up effortlessly and tossed her on her back. "I'm just taking a lady's advice. I was just thinking that oranges and cream sound rather nice for dessert."

She giggled at that, parting he legs for him as she relaxed into the silk that his bed was cloaked in. He was the most powerful being in the universe and yet he was unfailingly gentle with her body. She wasn't afraid of letting him touch her, knowing almost instinctively that he wouldn't hurt her. His lips felt like cool silk gliding softly down the valley between her breasts. His tongue lapping gently at the sweet nectar he found made her moan, closing her eyes as she let him have his way with her. He nipped carefully at one of her breasts, the unexpected motion made her arch her back, giving another moan. She folded her arms around his shoulders, asking for more. He ravished the velvet peak of her other breast, treating it to a long, sensuous kiss as if to apologize for the surprise to the first.

Her body never failed to get hot and wet, with his hands or his lips on her breasts and his tail moving up her inner thigh. It still seemed strange that he was so cold while her body was warm and getting hotter, but she had to admit that it didn't seem repulsive, in fact the way her nipples felt against his body was something she found rather invigorating. His tail slid into her depths, making her arch her back, and moan softly. Slow, shallow thrusts meant to tempt a response from her were all that he gave until his lips began to move lower, trailing kisses down the arch of her ribs. She arched her back shamelessly, opening her thighs wider she moaned out loud.

She moaned, glaring at him in frustration as he held her down, continuing to tease her with those slow, delicate thrusts. He suppressed the urge to laugh, although she was much stronger now than when he had first taken her years ago, she was still physically one of his most fragile bed mates. Shinesta actually had more endurance than any of the others, being able to accept him as her lover almost as many times a day as he cared to take her, but there was no strength in the limbs of her slim body. She was so delicate, and she seemed so young. Not that age mattered for an elf, he supposed, after all, her face and her body were still those of virginal youth and beauty. He hadn't ever found it difficult to be gentle with his golden mistress. Her bold responses to his every touch made her worthy of gentleness, and she was often willing to make the first move when they were together. The little minx was bold, passionate and a very talented lover when she was with him. Ordinarily he hated bedmates he had to be careful with, but the tiny empress' impassioned moans, and the way she moved her body in his arms was always sensual and erotic. The exquisite creature was most definitely worth keeping; even keeping her daughter around was a small price to pay to possess such a treasure, although he would never tell her that.

Finally he decided that he had teased her enough, letting his tail move deeper, a little harder. Shinesta tried to bring her hips up to meet his tail, but in his fourth form, Frieza was too heavy and too strong for her to move as he lazily slipped his tongue into her naval. "You bastard, I don't really like being on tonight's menu. It's sticky. Can't you just fuck me and get it over with? I want a bath." She growled helplessly as his tail continued its smooth thrusts. He ignored her, still finding it amusing that she dared to insult him whenever she pleased. No one dared to insult him- ever, except for her. She didn't even have the fighting power of a Noorian housefly, yet somehow she got away with saying things no one else ever would. He smirked; he had always found her fierce spirit intriguing and her temper oddly charming though, especially in moments like these.

"Such language from a lady." He purred, slowly parting the soft velvet folds of her sex. She never liked being messy but as he let one of his fingers brush softly across the bud of her sex, she closed her eyes, moaning softly with obvious anticipation. "I could be mistaken, but it seems to me that there is something you want more than a bath right now, my lady."

"Mmm… Lick me." She panted, her back was arched, her eyes were closed, her body trembled with desire, a light sheen of sweat glistened across her smooth skin. "Please…"

He knew how much it hurt her pride to beg, so it surprised him that she asked so nicely. He chuckled, rolling his tongue against the most sensitive part of her body. She shivered, gasping with pleasure, since he could still use his tail to make love to her as he licked her, it never took long to bring her to climax that way. She seemed especially in the mood tonight, he noted, she urged him on with her body, arching her back. She didn't try to hold back at all, crying out loudly as he let her ride it out, leaving her breathless and dazed. But he didn't give her a chance to recover. He put her legs up over his shoulders and pushed himself into her hard.

She was tired but didn't fight him, or the rush of pleasure that was already spreading through her body like wildfire. She was hot and sweaty, but it felt too good to stop. He felt her tightening around him again and growled, doubling the pace of his thrusts. She was shaking as orgasm engulfed her again, making her moan incoherently and when her breathing finally slowed; he knew she was already asleep. He smirked, watching her snuggle into his chest, presently enjoying his cool skin against her body.

He could never admit it, even to her, but he liked being close to her as well. That she trusted him enough to let him do as he pleased with her body was rare enough, most of the women he took into his bed were like robots, working on fear, they tried to please him, and shying away if he tried to touch them unexpectedly. But he also admired Shinesta's courage, even their arguments were enjoyable. Several times he had toyed with the idea of freeing her from their arrangement, but he knew that if he did, he would never see her again. Her pride and her station wouldn't even allow her to consider this. Besides, even in their best moods she was quite right, they couldn't go very long without fighting and it was nearly always his fault. She made the first move at compromises and just as with everything else, he knew that ultimately it was all for the sake of her daughter. Frieza swore softly wondering what would happen when she talked to her daughter and she found out what had happened… but he didn't have time to wonder about it for very long, a knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. He growled as he threw a sheet over her body and went into the outer chamber of his quarters where he found Zarbon waiting for him.

"This had better be important." He growled, noting the time on the wall. "She's finally asleep and my leaving the room just broke the spell that keeps time stopped in there…"

"I know, please tell her that I'm sorry. But Radditz just landed at Frieza base 25. He's being put in a tank now."

"A tank? Why? That mission was supposed to be easy."

"That's what the files said, but that was the another mission that that Killjarrin bastard gave us. We've lost close to one hundred soldiers on five of those missions alone because the scouting reports on all of them were completely wrong. I know that Vegeta had been in contact with Radditz and Napa, but he finished the mission on Savah before going to help them. Since he still isn't there yet I doubt he will be very happy if Radditz and Napa are both killed, regardless of how nice your birthday present was."

"Do we still have teams on any planets close to De Arran?"

"This morning I sent Dodoria and a team of his men to keep order on Killjara while we decide what to do with the bastards. They would get there about the same time that Vegeta will if I sent them now."

Frieza was quiet for a moment. "If he is fighting alone, Napa will probably already be dead when they get there, but I don't want to take any more chances with these missions that the Killjarins gave us. Send Dodoria and his team in to back up Vegeta and let's be done with that sector. Then, after Dodoria is done on De Arran, have him clear Killjara as well. I don't like being lied to. Let's make an example of them."

"Yes sire. And there is more news."

"What is it?"

"The Galowerian emissary is waiting for you in the hall. I will be appointing Shinesta's hand maiden, the Lady Raya to see to the wedding arrangements for Vegeta and Shannelle. Oh yes, and the High Priestess of the order of the Sightless Eye is dead."

"Good riddance." Frieza growled, not waiting around to hear that Omegus had made one last prophecy before she breathed her last, nor had she been killed by the hunters Frieza had sent after her. The paranoid tyrant hated all oracles, and had ordered them all hunted down and destroyed. But he harbored a special dislike for Omegus, for she had been the first to whisper that the Legendary Super Saiyan would one day be reborn in a battle with Frieza for control of the Empire.

They would all know soon enough, if the ancient seer was correct or not, but the rebel alliance was not ready. He had faith in his younger brother, but the leaders of the militias that were still trying to fight Frieza's control were as suspicious of each other as they were of Frieza himself, and they were scattered all over the Empire. Zarbon swore under his breath and hoped that Kazar had coaxed at least a few of the leaders to the meeting table in Marshan… But right now he had his own problems to worry about, and undoubtedly tomorrow would bring even more for him to do. Zarbon sighed, deciding to head for his room and wait for Raya to join him there, knowing that Frieza would be sending Shinesta home since her spell was broken, he just hoped that Raya had been able to talk to the princess while her mistress had been gone...

Notes: *Giggle* I love being mean to my fave characters. Yes there is a point to all the miscellaneous weirdness that has been happening in the background of the story... Reviews???????? Questions????? Comments??? Anything??