Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Slayer Mine ❯ Sparring ( Chapter 14 )

A/N: This was originally written as a stand-alone fic, but since it fits into the story here, I decided to end the tale with it…*lemon* ahead!

The following takes place after the events in the story…

She stood panting before him, leaning over, hands grasping her knees as persperation dripped from her face onto the dirt of the ground below her. She looked up and shoved her damp hair from her eyes with an absent gesture, grinning at him in that feckless way she had. "Wanna go another round, Goten?"

He looked at her, breathing heavy but not nearly as much she had and did not notice his aching muscles or torn gi, nor even the small droplets of rain that had begun to decend from the summer afternoon sky. She'd been his friend for nearly three months and all that time, she'd only ever allowed him to taste her mouth, nothing more…even if he was aching for more. No, what Goten noticed was her heaving bosom, so pert and perfect as to be almost unreal, how he longed to feel those lush globes beneath his wandering hands, to reach down and taste their erect nipples. He wondered, would they taste sweet or salty?

"Goten?" She asked, walking up to him, "Are you all right?"

He looked down into her face. It was not a beautiful face, by society's standards, but it held a kind of prettiness to it that was at once breathtakingly erotic and innocently childlike all at once. He looked at her mouth, half open in an unspoken question, her small tongue darted out, wetting her lips and she looked at him with eyes like the deepest secret ever held.

"Have I ever told you…" He breathed, taking in her scent as he had so many times before when she'd never been aware…when she'd allowed him to kiss her or gaze at her from across the table while they'd been sharing a pizza or a game of cards, "How much I admire you…?"

"Many times." She said, as softly as him, she seemed to be waiting for something. For him to kiss her, certainly, that was a given. But, as she stood within his mesmerizing gaze she knew she wanted more. She wanted him. "Goten…"

He reached out and pressed her body against his own, her breasts felt wonderful against his chest, sweat-drenched and dirty from their recent spar. He felt the buds of her breasts harden as he ran his hands down the sides of her gi, where her breasts strained the material. She sighed and gripped his shoulders, unsure of what, exactly, she wanted. She breathed his name as he suddenly, swiftly, placed an arm under her knees and one across her back and lifted her from the ground, taking off into the blue sky before she could utter any words of protest.

Not that she could have, even if she'd wanted to. She was running her tongue along the inside of his mouth and feeling numerous little ant's feet crawing up and down her skin as she tasted every recess of his fiery, willing mouth on her's. She never failed to be surprised every time he kissed her. Every single time made her feel as if an unknown weakness had crept over her limbs and tore her all asunder at the seams.

"Giselle…" He said, saying her name against her mouth and making her shiver deep inside. He'd found a place to land, she did not much care where as all that filled her senses were him. He laid her down on the grass and slowly, with his eyes alone, at first, undressed her. It was pure agony as he removed her sweat-stained gi and raked his dark, heated gazed over her body brazenly.

She gasped in surprise when she felt his hands stroking down the sides of her body, a sensation she'd never experienced before was vying for her attentions. She shoved her fingers through his hair and grasped twin handfuls, pulling him gently, yet firmly, towards her. She did not release her eyes from his as she claimed his mouth in yet another blistering kiss. Goten felt her stiffen when his hand wandered from her hip to her thigh and touched gently the sensitive skin there.

"Shhh…it's all right…" He whisped, soothingly, wanting to allay her fears and continue her pleasure. Even though she'd called him `kid' upon their intial meeting, he was nearly a year older than her and he'd had more experience, in some matters, than she. He gently moved his palm over and over the flesh of thigh, feeling her relax as he did so, the sudden fear drifting from her red-flecked brown eyes. "I would never hurt you, Giselle…"

She nodded, knowing it to be true and involuntarily spread her thighs a fraction of an inch apart. It was enough. Goten breathed shallowly as he felt her wetness with his exploring hand. She shuddered and balled her fists in his hair, clenching and unclenching them as he dipped a finger into her folds experimentally. She felt so hot and moistened against his hand that he had to stuggle with himself not to take her then and there. His own hardness pushing against the clothe of his gi, demanding to be set free…

"Goten…what are you…?" She spoke softly, almost pleadingly, she moaned deep in her throat as his fingers found her bud of womanhood and flicked it back and forth, causing her to writhe beneath his body, his manhood pressing up against her as he pleasured her. He would have to have her soon…he knew…he couldn't hold off for much longer. But he refused to have his satifaction until she'd had her's. He grit his teeth and called upon all his Saiyan blood to keep himself in check. "I...I…can't…Goten…!" She cried out, not understanding her own body's reaction and not honestly knowing if she wanted it to cease or never to stop for the rest of her life…

Giselle rocked her hips against his hand and he felt her come as her opening tighten upon his fingers and her juices soaked the skin of his hand, her breathing coming out in sharp little intakes of breath and soft whimpering sounds that she'd never before heard herself make but which sounded like the sweetest music to Goten. He positioned himself over her and she gazed up at him, there was no fear in her eyes. Only trust…longing and…yes…love. She reached down and felt his hardness, caressing it's length even as he groaned at her somewhat still timid actions. He knew he could not wait any longer.

With a growl that sounded more animal than human, Goten pushed her thighs farther apart and guided himself towards her enterance. Before he could plunge inside of her damp, tight crevice, however, he paused; "Giselle? You've never done this before, have you?"

She shook her head; "But, don't worry, Goten…" She said, her voice quiet, "I'm not afraid…and I want you to…Please…"

It was more than he could bear. He pushed himself into her and felt her clench around him, tighter than a glove, and heard her cry of pain as her maiden's barrier was breached. He moved slowly, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking gently, working to help her leave the pain behind and enjoy the pleasure.

She'd never felt anything like it in her entire life. She'd never felt so…full…complete…as when he was inside her. Her own flesh wrapped about his length and hardness as if her body had known, all along, even if her mind had not, that this was where he was meant to be…in all his life…with her…inside of her…filling her.

Their bodies moved together in a timeless dance, the music was the pounding of their hearts and the breath which passed between them as one. She felt him stiffen above her and felt her own release only seconds after his. She heard him say her name during those precious seconds and it's sound filled her heart with a kind of joy she'd not known existed.

And in those last, gratifying moments when her body was ablaze with a kind of fire she found both terrifying and exciting, she'd told him that she loved him. Goten's senses were overwhelmed with happiness at those words. He'd kissed her until they were both ready, once more, for another round.

A/N: This is officially the end of the story…but there most likely will be a sequel! So stay tuned!