Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Heat ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )
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By: chibilaichi16 
In the wilderness...
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.25.2015 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 780 | Status: Completed
In the wilderness...
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.25.2015 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 780 | Status: Completed
The Heat
The heat was coming.
It was dull ache that she could ignore on most days, like a sexual urge that she could ignore until her mate could satisfy it. Keeping busy with the constant missions her mate took her and his crew on was enough to help her though it. However, the heat was still building.
That night she awoke from a very erotic dream that left her body searing. It was a heat that had no end, left her womanhood aching with such an intense need that it pulled her though the endless pit of insanity. Her body perspired and she threw the covers off herself and moved away from her mate’s body heat.
She panted as she left the room, seeking a relief she did not know how to find. Her body was hot, and she needed to find something to relieve it. Her journey took her outside the house she lived in with her mate, and into the woods a few miles away. The woods were almost the last wilderness on the planet Vegeta, a place where her instincts took her.
The cool night air was little relief for her as she leaned against a tree, panted, and pulled at her clothes. Maybe if she took off the clingy material she would find refuge from whatever her ailment was. It was no effect and she growled in frustration.
Her womanhood itched, and she lowered her hand down, her fingers gently scratching at her folds as the fire burned. She rubbed her body against the tree as she played with her pussy, her fluids flowing out in drips. She moaned low as instincts told her she was doing the right thing, but it needed something, or someone else.
She heard movement to her right, and she looked at the possible threat. She saw a male; a fine specimen that instincts told her was a very good male to have strong offspring with. Her feminine part seared with the intense desire to have him rut inside her, to make him spill his seed deep inside her to give her a strong whelp.
He followed her after she left their house. He wondered where in the hell she was going at such a late hour. She was giving off a very alluring scent that told him to follow her. He found her in the wilderness close to where they lived. He was shocked to see his mate, naked and flushed, rubbing herself against a tree while playing with her womanhood. Her long, very spiky hair, that he often teased her about, was in disarray.
A thrill seared though him when he saw her extremely rare grey-blue eyes look him up and down with a heated, intense stare. His nerves intensified and his instincts awoke as his manhood hardened under the sultry gaze of the female before him.
She swaggered over to him, her tail danced methodically with the sway of her body. He watched as his mate, so small in stature that the top of her head barely reached his lower chest, traced a finger around the waist of his pants. He shivered at the tickling thrill it gave him. She smirked up at him and licked her lips as his pants fell to the ground and he was naked as well.
Instinct told him not to leave her in this heated state, unless he wanted his mate to be pregnant with some other male’s whelp. When female Saya-jin are in heat, there was nothing that would stop them from rutting with any and every male on the planet. That was why the male mate stayed with them during the whole heated processes, even if it took weeks.
This was his mate’s first time in full heat, and he was unprepared for it, and he guessed she was as well. The siren barely touched his almost painfully strong erection with her fingertips, drawing up the huge length with such precision.
No one knew him better than her. She knew just where to touch him, to tease him, enough to get him going. He was already fully aroused and wanted nothing more than to shove himself into her and rut with her until they came.
Instincts told him he had to wait until his bitch accepted him first; she could not be forced…yet. He growled impatiently as she wrapped her tail around his muscled thigh. The sensations were so much more intense than his previous mating with her. He reached for her, to get her to open up for him, but she quickly stepped away from him.
He growled in frustration as she left him aching for her warmth. She growled back at the male to let him know she was not going to accept him that easily. In the fog of her mind, she knew this male was her mate, had been for a few years now, but the heat, the fire in her body made it impossible to distinguish who he was to her.
She only saw a very good looking male with a very muscular, tan body, and crazy Saya-jin hair; four ebony locks spiked one way, and four ebony locks spiked the other way. The scar adorn his left cheek did nothing to diminish his good looks. In fact, it intensified them. He radiated power that told her she needed to rut with him for strong offspring.
He watched her intensely, and instinct told him she needed to be encouraged to rut with him. He slowly approached her, to let her know he was not going to harm her or force her. She allowed him to approach her and he reached his hand out to touch her right breast. He slowly massaged the nipple with his finger, and smirked when he saw it rise.
She closed her eyes under the intense sensation, the nerves in her body were on fire, and him touching her just encouraged the fire to intensify. She jolted when she felt his mouth on her nipple, suckling so gently in a teasing manner it made her moan in both pleasure and frustration. Why would her body not allow her to crazy-fuck this more than willing male?
However, her instincts told her not to accept this male yet. Her womanhood was too tense to allow penetration; just let the male encourage her. His instincts told him he needed to loosen her up, so he laid her down, spread her legs wide and licked her womanhood.
She jolted as the heat rose in her. His tongue was so skilled with her; he knew all the right places to go. He licked her clit, flicking his tongue multiple times, as he slipped his finger inside her. The wall of her womanhood was so tight and tense that he dared not add another digit, just one finger would do. He slowly thrusted his finger in and out as he sucked her clit. Her juices flowed out of her, and he quickly lapped it up.
He swirled his tongue around her clit and her womanhood quivered from the pleasure. He inserted his tongue, thrusting her entrance with it as he gently swirled his thumb over her pleasure bead.
She moaned softly as he continued his menstruations that were so soft, desirable. Her tail wrapped around his wrist as he ever so gently nibbled his teeth on her clit. She licked her lips and thought she might tease him as well.
She sat up, and the male sat back on his legs as he licked her juices off his chin. So delicious. He saw her wanton smile as she got on her knees, her mouth barely millimeters away from his manhood. He wanted to grab her head and shove his member into her mouth, but his instincts said that would drive her away.
Let her tease and play.
She opened her mouth and licked his whole length like a lollypop, and it twitched in pleasure, as well as desire. The male growled, as the female barely touched her tongue to his member, and she chuckled in her throat.
The male promptly grabbed one of her legs and penetrated her very wet womanhood. The female gasped and looked down, but he did not impale her with his member. She observed with erotic surprise when she saw it was his tail!
Then her womanhood twitched in response. It was unusual, erotic, and GOOD! The female cried out in pleasure and the male chuckled in response. His tail thrusted in and out, and her pussy responded with a fiery quiver. The tail was so strong, and with each thrust in, the long hairs brushed against her clit, tickling, teasing.
The female growled with her head back, her back arched, and her pussy contracted greedily, but not from release. It felt so good, but the fire in her body told her it was not what her womanhood wanted, or needed; she needed him!
She moaned and willed her body to relax, but she did not know how. She just wanted to get away from the heat that had taken over her body. Her body was telling her to get away from the male, because he was making the heat more intense; worse.
She jumped to her feet in one fluid motion and ran away as fast as she could. The cool air did not cool down her body, and her womanhood ached for the male that she just left. She ran fluidly through the trees, and out to a meadow that had long since been forgotten. Her breathing was labored and perspiration beaded her pale skin when she stopped.
Suddenly, the male who she left grabbed her from behind. She snarled at him and he growled back, wrapping her in a full nelson, and forced her to the ground with him. She struggled to get free, but he held her firmly from behind. He forced her legs apart with his knees, put the tip of his manhood to the entrance to her womanhood, and thusted himself up into her in one swift move.
She cried out when he entered her, both from the searing heat inside her, and from rapture. This was what her body needed to rid herself of the heat. The male started slowly, still had his bitch locked in a full nelson until she relaxed. He grunted as he slowly thrusted himself in and out of his mate; her womanhood so hot it was like a fever pitch.
The female moaned low in her throat, the male’s manhood so big that it stretched her womanhood so fully, his manhood rubbed against her clit. The pleasure was unlike anything she ever felt before. The sensations from his manhood were ten times more intense. She moaned again, feeling the delicious friction between her pussy and his cock.
Her body finally relaxed, and he released her from his hold, pulled out of her, and turned her around so she faced him. He quickly sheathed himself back in her and they both moaned in pleasure. He started thrusting again, only much more animalistic. She cried out as the intense pleasure built inside her, like a pressure that grew with every thrust of the male.
She cried out again in begging moans as he thrusted at a violent pace, their skin slapped against each other. Her juices flowed out of her womanhood, twitched, clenched, and she moaned some more. Her lovely bosoms rolled back and forth to the force of the male’s thrusts; up and down, the nipples erected to their peeks.
The male could not resist grabbing both bosoms in his large hands. The female moaned with a growl as he fingered the little nubs. She was so small compared to him, but he still rutted inside her. She cried out with pleasure as she grabbed his wrists, and held on for dear life at his intense pace.
Maybe she pushed him too far with her teasing.
The pressure built and she finally released, her eyes wide and her mouth open as if to scream, but no sound came. Her womanhood clinched and vibrated and her juices flowed out, and dripped to the ground.
He finally came after her, spilling his hot seed deep inside her. They both gasped as they were released from their orgasms. For her, the heat had finally gone out of her body, enough and temporarily, for her to return to reality. She looked at the male, who was her mate, in surprise, as if she had no idea how they got there.
“Bardock…?” she whispered his name.
He looked at her through hazy eyes as she rested her head on his chest, closed her eyes, and drifted to sleep. Instinct still kept him awake so that no other male, who might have been following her alluring sent, might come and rut with her; she belonged to only him.
The orange hues on the horizon came, casting orange and red hues on their still connected bodies. One day had passed; another day of the heat will come.
End of Part 1
The heat was coming.
It was dull ache that she could ignore on most days, like a sexual urge that she could ignore until her mate could satisfy it. Keeping busy with the constant missions her mate took her and his crew on was enough to help her though it. However, the heat was still building.
That night she awoke from a very erotic dream that left her body searing. It was a heat that had no end, left her womanhood aching with such an intense need that it pulled her though the endless pit of insanity. Her body perspired and she threw the covers off herself and moved away from her mate’s body heat.
She panted as she left the room, seeking a relief she did not know how to find. Her body was hot, and she needed to find something to relieve it. Her journey took her outside the house she lived in with her mate, and into the woods a few miles away. The woods were almost the last wilderness on the planet Vegeta, a place where her instincts took her.
The cool night air was little relief for her as she leaned against a tree, panted, and pulled at her clothes. Maybe if she took off the clingy material she would find refuge from whatever her ailment was. It was no effect and she growled in frustration.
Her womanhood itched, and she lowered her hand down, her fingers gently scratching at her folds as the fire burned. She rubbed her body against the tree as she played with her pussy, her fluids flowing out in drips. She moaned low as instincts told her she was doing the right thing, but it needed something, or someone else.
She heard movement to her right, and she looked at the possible threat. She saw a male; a fine specimen that instincts told her was a very good male to have strong offspring with. Her feminine part seared with the intense desire to have him rut inside her, to make him spill his seed deep inside her to give her a strong whelp.
He followed her after she left their house. He wondered where in the hell she was going at such a late hour. She was giving off a very alluring scent that told him to follow her. He found her in the wilderness close to where they lived. He was shocked to see his mate, naked and flushed, rubbing herself against a tree while playing with her womanhood. Her long, very spiky hair, that he often teased her about, was in disarray.
A thrill seared though him when he saw her extremely rare grey-blue eyes look him up and down with a heated, intense stare. His nerves intensified and his instincts awoke as his manhood hardened under the sultry gaze of the female before him.
She swaggered over to him, her tail danced methodically with the sway of her body. He watched as his mate, so small in stature that the top of her head barely reached his lower chest, traced a finger around the waist of his pants. He shivered at the tickling thrill it gave him. She smirked up at him and licked her lips as his pants fell to the ground and he was naked as well.
Instinct told him not to leave her in this heated state, unless he wanted his mate to be pregnant with some other male’s whelp. When female Saya-jin are in heat, there was nothing that would stop them from rutting with any and every male on the planet. That was why the male mate stayed with them during the whole heated processes, even if it took weeks.
This was his mate’s first time in full heat, and he was unprepared for it, and he guessed she was as well. The siren barely touched his almost painfully strong erection with her fingertips, drawing up the huge length with such precision.
No one knew him better than her. She knew just where to touch him, to tease him, enough to get him going. He was already fully aroused and wanted nothing more than to shove himself into her and rut with her until they came.
Instincts told him he had to wait until his bitch accepted him first; she could not be forced…yet. He growled impatiently as she wrapped her tail around his muscled thigh. The sensations were so much more intense than his previous mating with her. He reached for her, to get her to open up for him, but she quickly stepped away from him.
He growled in frustration as she left him aching for her warmth. She growled back at the male to let him know she was not going to accept him that easily. In the fog of her mind, she knew this male was her mate, had been for a few years now, but the heat, the fire in her body made it impossible to distinguish who he was to her.
She only saw a very good looking male with a very muscular, tan body, and crazy Saya-jin hair; four ebony locks spiked one way, and four ebony locks spiked the other way. The scar adorn his left cheek did nothing to diminish his good looks. In fact, it intensified them. He radiated power that told her she needed to rut with him for strong offspring.
He watched her intensely, and instinct told him she needed to be encouraged to rut with him. He slowly approached her, to let her know he was not going to harm her or force her. She allowed him to approach her and he reached his hand out to touch her right breast. He slowly massaged the nipple with his finger, and smirked when he saw it rise.
She closed her eyes under the intense sensation, the nerves in her body were on fire, and him touching her just encouraged the fire to intensify. She jolted when she felt his mouth on her nipple, suckling so gently in a teasing manner it made her moan in both pleasure and frustration. Why would her body not allow her to crazy-fuck this more than willing male?
However, her instincts told her not to accept this male yet. Her womanhood was too tense to allow penetration; just let the male encourage her. His instincts told him he needed to loosen her up, so he laid her down, spread her legs wide and licked her womanhood.
She jolted as the heat rose in her. His tongue was so skilled with her; he knew all the right places to go. He licked her clit, flicking his tongue multiple times, as he slipped his finger inside her. The wall of her womanhood was so tight and tense that he dared not add another digit, just one finger would do. He slowly thrusted his finger in and out as he sucked her clit. Her juices flowed out of her, and he quickly lapped it up.
He swirled his tongue around her clit and her womanhood quivered from the pleasure. He inserted his tongue, thrusting her entrance with it as he gently swirled his thumb over her pleasure bead.
She moaned softly as he continued his menstruations that were so soft, desirable. Her tail wrapped around his wrist as he ever so gently nibbled his teeth on her clit. She licked her lips and thought she might tease him as well.
She sat up, and the male sat back on his legs as he licked her juices off his chin. So delicious. He saw her wanton smile as she got on her knees, her mouth barely millimeters away from his manhood. He wanted to grab her head and shove his member into her mouth, but his instincts said that would drive her away.
Let her tease and play.
She opened her mouth and licked his whole length like a lollypop, and it twitched in pleasure, as well as desire. The male growled, as the female barely touched her tongue to his member, and she chuckled in her throat.
The male promptly grabbed one of her legs and penetrated her very wet womanhood. The female gasped and looked down, but he did not impale her with his member. She observed with erotic surprise when she saw it was his tail!
Then her womanhood twitched in response. It was unusual, erotic, and GOOD! The female cried out in pleasure and the male chuckled in response. His tail thrusted in and out, and her pussy responded with a fiery quiver. The tail was so strong, and with each thrust in, the long hairs brushed against her clit, tickling, teasing.
The female growled with her head back, her back arched, and her pussy contracted greedily, but not from release. It felt so good, but the fire in her body told her it was not what her womanhood wanted, or needed; she needed him!
She moaned and willed her body to relax, but she did not know how. She just wanted to get away from the heat that had taken over her body. Her body was telling her to get away from the male, because he was making the heat more intense; worse.
She jumped to her feet in one fluid motion and ran away as fast as she could. The cool air did not cool down her body, and her womanhood ached for the male that she just left. She ran fluidly through the trees, and out to a meadow that had long since been forgotten. Her breathing was labored and perspiration beaded her pale skin when she stopped.
Suddenly, the male who she left grabbed her from behind. She snarled at him and he growled back, wrapping her in a full nelson, and forced her to the ground with him. She struggled to get free, but he held her firmly from behind. He forced her legs apart with his knees, put the tip of his manhood to the entrance to her womanhood, and thusted himself up into her in one swift move.
She cried out when he entered her, both from the searing heat inside her, and from rapture. This was what her body needed to rid herself of the heat. The male started slowly, still had his bitch locked in a full nelson until she relaxed. He grunted as he slowly thrusted himself in and out of his mate; her womanhood so hot it was like a fever pitch.
The female moaned low in her throat, the male’s manhood so big that it stretched her womanhood so fully, his manhood rubbed against her clit. The pleasure was unlike anything she ever felt before. The sensations from his manhood were ten times more intense. She moaned again, feeling the delicious friction between her pussy and his cock.
Her body finally relaxed, and he released her from his hold, pulled out of her, and turned her around so she faced him. He quickly sheathed himself back in her and they both moaned in pleasure. He started thrusting again, only much more animalistic. She cried out as the intense pleasure built inside her, like a pressure that grew with every thrust of the male.
She cried out again in begging moans as he thrusted at a violent pace, their skin slapped against each other. Her juices flowed out of her womanhood, twitched, clenched, and she moaned some more. Her lovely bosoms rolled back and forth to the force of the male’s thrusts; up and down, the nipples erected to their peeks.
The male could not resist grabbing both bosoms in his large hands. The female moaned with a growl as he fingered the little nubs. She was so small compared to him, but he still rutted inside her. She cried out with pleasure as she grabbed his wrists, and held on for dear life at his intense pace.
Maybe she pushed him too far with her teasing.
The pressure built and she finally released, her eyes wide and her mouth open as if to scream, but no sound came. Her womanhood clinched and vibrated and her juices flowed out, and dripped to the ground.
He finally came after her, spilling his hot seed deep inside her. They both gasped as they were released from their orgasms. For her, the heat had finally gone out of her body, enough and temporarily, for her to return to reality. She looked at the male, who was her mate, in surprise, as if she had no idea how they got there.
“Bardock…?” she whispered his name.
He looked at her through hazy eyes as she rested her head on his chest, closed her eyes, and drifted to sleep. Instinct still kept him awake so that no other male, who might have been following her alluring sent, might come and rut with her; she belonged to only him.
The orange hues on the horizon came, casting orange and red hues on their still connected bodies. One day had passed; another day of the heat will come.
End of Part 1