Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Bulma in Me ❯ Chapter 11
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Cordelialove 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.29.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 311 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.29.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 311 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 11
I was starting to get used to the out of body feeling I’d had since being in Bulma’s world, but never had I felt it stronger than as I stood there kissing Vegeta. His arms were around my waist, pressing my body against his to an almost painful degree.
Before I knew what I was doing my hands were in his hair and I was kissing him back, my eyes closed. I could feel his tongue demanding entrance against my teeth, and I opened my mouth with a soft moan. He growled and slid his hand lower to my rear, pulling me against him. I could already feel him getting hard. I moaned louder and let myself be pulled in.
He slid his hands under my rear and hauled me up against him, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist. He walked towards the bed with me wrapped around him and pushed me down onto my back. He then crawled on top of me and began kissing my jaw, my ear lobes, and my neck. I sighed in pleasure as he kissed his way across my collarbone, then gasped in surprised as he ripped the towel away.
“Vegeta!” I squealed, trying to cover myself.
He only chuckled menacingly and put my hands above my hand, locking them there with his iron grip.
“Vegeta-aah!” He wrapped his lips around one of my nipples and I groaned, throwing my head back in ecstasy.
He chuckled again, and began massaging the other breast with his free hand, all the while still sucking on the first.
“Oh Vegeta, God that feels so good…” I whispered.
He kneaded my breast with his free hand, lightly pinching the nipple until I arched against him. His erection was pressing into my leg.
He moved higher and nibbled on my neck before placing his mouth directly over my ear and whispering, “So there is a way to calm the harpy down without violence, I see.” And I could feel his smirk against my cheek. He kissed me again and I bit his lip as hard as I could, hoping to teach him a lesson for that remark. He only growled and plunged his tongue deep into my mouth, grinding his cock against my most sensitive areas.
It felt so good but I couldn’t give him the satisfaction.
“Vegeta, stop, I…I can’t do this…” I attempted to wriggle out of his grasp.
His iron grip remained on my wrists and he smiled at me with a sinister look in his eyes.
“You want me to stop, woman? Just tell me to stop…” he lowered his head again to my nipple, rolling his tongue over it, but this time his free hand reached down to my womanhood, easing it open with his fingertips.
“Ahhh…” He hit my clitoris with skilled fingers and began making circles around it with his strong hand.
“That doesn’t sound like a no, little one…” he grinned into my breast.
The sensation was so overwhelming I never noticed him removing his spandex shorts. He increased the torture to my breasts and let go of my wrists, bringing his hand down to his own cock, which he began running up and down my clit.
“Mmmm…Vegeta…ohh….” I felt the orgasm building in my loins as he grinned down at me, then I felt the pain as he thrust all the way into me with one shove.
I cried out in pain and he froze inside me, looking down at me with genuine concern, before he caught himself and replaced that look with his usual snide.
“So, the woman isn’t as much of a whore as I thought…” he reflected, “and here I always thought you had lost it to that fool.” I opened my eyes, expecting to see the sarcasm on his face, but his expression was unreadable. As I stared he gently brushed a lock of hair out of my face and leaned down to kiss me again, this time softly and sweetly. Then he pulled all the way out of me and back in with a grunt.
“Vegeta!”
He began thrusting slowly, building up for me endurance, all the while kissing and nibbling at my chest and neck. I automatically wrapped my legs around him and he groaned in response, increasing his thrusts and burying his face in my neck.
I moaned and rocked with him, and he grunted with each thrust, getting faster and harder. I could feel my orgasm building as he pounded his cock into me. I clawed at his back and screamed his name as I came.
He groaned louder and increased his pace, his hands going again to my wrists and holding them high above my head. He pressed his face against mine, turning my head to the side, and grazed my throat with his tongue. All the while he slammed into me, groaning and grunting, building my second orgasm.
And then there was a flash of pain as I felt him sink his teeth into my neck.
“Ahhhh!!” I screamed and tried to jerk away but he held me pinned to the bed, still thrusting inside me. After what felt like forever he removed his fangs and gently licked the wound, slowing his pace inside me.
Then the wave of pleasure hit me. He licked his tongue over the wound and I came hard against him, jerking and twisting in his grip. He finished licking the wound and the rolled us both over, still remaining inside me.
Still in the aftermath of my orgasm, I grabbed onto his hands and got my balance on his hips. I had never done this before but he helped to guide me, grabbing my hips in his big hands and pulling me down against his cock. I moaned in pleasure and began to ride him, grinding my hips against his.
He threw his head back and growled low in his throat, his hips unconsciously rising to meet my thrusts. I began bouncing on his cock, loving the sound of our bodies slapping against one another. The bed was emitting a low squeaking sound with each landing I made and Vegeta had his eyes clenched shut, his lips pulled back from his teeth. I knew he was close.
I rode harder, loving the feeling of being in control. Vegeta put his hands back on my hips and thrusted back as hard as he could, his lower body arching off the bed.
Then he flipped us back over and began thrusting into me hard and fast, almost knocking the wind out of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and buried my face in his neck, biting back the screams. He relentlessly pounded his cock into me until, with one final thrust; he came with a moan, squeezing my breasts and emptying his seed inside me. Then he collapsed on top of me before thinking better of it and rolling us to the side.
We lay there for a long time before anyone spoke. He had his arms wrapped around me, my back to him, and I played with his fingers, measuring them against my own.
The cold air drifted over the bite mark on my neck and I whimpered against the wave of pain.
Vegeta gently moved the hair from my neck and rested his mouth on the wound, causing a course of pleasure to shoot through my body.
I moaned and unconsciously snuggled close to him.
He chuckled and snaked his tongue around the bite.
“You are mine now, little one.” He said darkly, wrapping his arms tighter around my waist as I drifted off to sleep.
I was starting to get used to the out of body feeling I’d had since being in Bulma’s world, but never had I felt it stronger than as I stood there kissing Vegeta. His arms were around my waist, pressing my body against his to an almost painful degree.
Before I knew what I was doing my hands were in his hair and I was kissing him back, my eyes closed. I could feel his tongue demanding entrance against my teeth, and I opened my mouth with a soft moan. He growled and slid his hand lower to my rear, pulling me against him. I could already feel him getting hard. I moaned louder and let myself be pulled in.
He slid his hands under my rear and hauled me up against him, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist. He walked towards the bed with me wrapped around him and pushed me down onto my back. He then crawled on top of me and began kissing my jaw, my ear lobes, and my neck. I sighed in pleasure as he kissed his way across my collarbone, then gasped in surprised as he ripped the towel away.
“Vegeta!” I squealed, trying to cover myself.
He only chuckled menacingly and put my hands above my hand, locking them there with his iron grip.
“Vegeta-aah!” He wrapped his lips around one of my nipples and I groaned, throwing my head back in ecstasy.
He chuckled again, and began massaging the other breast with his free hand, all the while still sucking on the first.
“Oh Vegeta, God that feels so good…” I whispered.
He kneaded my breast with his free hand, lightly pinching the nipple until I arched against him. His erection was pressing into my leg.
He moved higher and nibbled on my neck before placing his mouth directly over my ear and whispering, “So there is a way to calm the harpy down without violence, I see.” And I could feel his smirk against my cheek. He kissed me again and I bit his lip as hard as I could, hoping to teach him a lesson for that remark. He only growled and plunged his tongue deep into my mouth, grinding his cock against my most sensitive areas.
It felt so good but I couldn’t give him the satisfaction.
“Vegeta, stop, I…I can’t do this…” I attempted to wriggle out of his grasp.
His iron grip remained on my wrists and he smiled at me with a sinister look in his eyes.
“You want me to stop, woman? Just tell me to stop…” he lowered his head again to my nipple, rolling his tongue over it, but this time his free hand reached down to my womanhood, easing it open with his fingertips.
“Ahhh…” He hit my clitoris with skilled fingers and began making circles around it with his strong hand.
“That doesn’t sound like a no, little one…” he grinned into my breast.
The sensation was so overwhelming I never noticed him removing his spandex shorts. He increased the torture to my breasts and let go of my wrists, bringing his hand down to his own cock, which he began running up and down my clit.
“Mmmm…Vegeta…ohh….” I felt the orgasm building in my loins as he grinned down at me, then I felt the pain as he thrust all the way into me with one shove.
I cried out in pain and he froze inside me, looking down at me with genuine concern, before he caught himself and replaced that look with his usual snide.
“So, the woman isn’t as much of a whore as I thought…” he reflected, “and here I always thought you had lost it to that fool.” I opened my eyes, expecting to see the sarcasm on his face, but his expression was unreadable. As I stared he gently brushed a lock of hair out of my face and leaned down to kiss me again, this time softly and sweetly. Then he pulled all the way out of me and back in with a grunt.
“Vegeta!”
He began thrusting slowly, building up for me endurance, all the while kissing and nibbling at my chest and neck. I automatically wrapped my legs around him and he groaned in response, increasing his thrusts and burying his face in my neck.
I moaned and rocked with him, and he grunted with each thrust, getting faster and harder. I could feel my orgasm building as he pounded his cock into me. I clawed at his back and screamed his name as I came.
He groaned louder and increased his pace, his hands going again to my wrists and holding them high above my head. He pressed his face against mine, turning my head to the side, and grazed my throat with his tongue. All the while he slammed into me, groaning and grunting, building my second orgasm.
And then there was a flash of pain as I felt him sink his teeth into my neck.
“Ahhhh!!” I screamed and tried to jerk away but he held me pinned to the bed, still thrusting inside me. After what felt like forever he removed his fangs and gently licked the wound, slowing his pace inside me.
Then the wave of pleasure hit me. He licked his tongue over the wound and I came hard against him, jerking and twisting in his grip. He finished licking the wound and the rolled us both over, still remaining inside me.
Still in the aftermath of my orgasm, I grabbed onto his hands and got my balance on his hips. I had never done this before but he helped to guide me, grabbing my hips in his big hands and pulling me down against his cock. I moaned in pleasure and began to ride him, grinding my hips against his.
He threw his head back and growled low in his throat, his hips unconsciously rising to meet my thrusts. I began bouncing on his cock, loving the sound of our bodies slapping against one another. The bed was emitting a low squeaking sound with each landing I made and Vegeta had his eyes clenched shut, his lips pulled back from his teeth. I knew he was close.
I rode harder, loving the feeling of being in control. Vegeta put his hands back on my hips and thrusted back as hard as he could, his lower body arching off the bed.
Then he flipped us back over and began thrusting into me hard and fast, almost knocking the wind out of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and buried my face in his neck, biting back the screams. He relentlessly pounded his cock into me until, with one final thrust; he came with a moan, squeezing my breasts and emptying his seed inside me. Then he collapsed on top of me before thinking better of it and rolling us to the side.
We lay there for a long time before anyone spoke. He had his arms wrapped around me, my back to him, and I played with his fingers, measuring them against my own.
The cold air drifted over the bite mark on my neck and I whimpered against the wave of pain.
Vegeta gently moved the hair from my neck and rested his mouth on the wound, causing a course of pleasure to shoot through my body.
I moaned and unconsciously snuggled close to him.
He chuckled and snaked his tongue around the bite.
“You are mine now, little one.” He said darkly, wrapping his arms tighter around my waist as I drifted off to sleep.