Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Heat ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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By: chibilaichi16 
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Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.25.2015 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 528 | Status: Completed
At home...
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.25.2015 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 528 | Status: Completed
The Heat Returns
She opened her eyes slowly as sunlight caressed her pale skin, her body aching from the constant rutting with her mate after they returned from the wilderness.
She vaguely remembered that this was her home, her bedroom that she shared and lived in with her hot, sexy mate.
Remembering him made her womanhood sear again with intense desire, and she moaned in frustration, wondering when it was going to end.
Her mate had kept her satisfied, no doubt, for the few days since they had returned home from their little rendezvous in the meadow.
Her muscles ached from the constant rutting she had done with her mate, and her womanhood burned, not only with desire, but from the constant penetration and friction.
Few times they had rested, mating every minute while she was in heat.
In the back of her mind she knew there was a very good chance that she could conceive because of their excursions, but she did not care. She only wanted the heat gone, damn the consequences and rutting was the only way to do it.
She briefly wondered if her mate would be alright with it, since they both agreed not to have any offspring.
He would be so angry, would he not?
Right now, she did not care and she reached for him, only to find that he was not there on the side of the bed he usually laid on.
Panic filled her for an instant. Who would she rut with to get rid of the damn heat? The panic quieted down when her ears picked up the noise of running water in the personal bathroom they had.
She smiled in relief and then thought a shower would do her good, too. She felt so dirty from the dried sweat on her body.
She got up from the bed, still naked, and walked inside the bathroom; the steam from the hot water filled the room.
She stepped inside the stall and closed the curtain.
Her mate was so gorgeous and perfect. She never admitted it to him, but he made her heart race, and her head swoon. She had no name for what she felt for him, but she knew she would never feel that way about any other male.
She belonged only to him and him to her.
Bardock opened his eyes, revealing ebony orbs and he gazed at his mate. She was so beautiful; her skin was a rich cream, her hair was long, thick and black, even though messy with its multiple spikes, and complemented perfectly with grey-blue eyes.
It was an extremely rare trait for Saya-jin to have colored eyes, but she was an exception.
He closed his eyes again as she wrapped her arms around his waist, and she rested the side of her face on his lower chest.
He hated her at first, when they first met on a mission, for he had an outstanding attraction to her; and attraction that he never had with all other females. He knew she had a power over him and if she asked for anything, he would fight to the last breath to gain it for her.
He allowed her to take the wash cloth and wash his back with it while it had lathered soap on it. She gently washed the cloth over his chest before taking one step back, and started to wash herself.
She viewed him through half lidded eyes as she sensually moved the cloth over her breasts. He sucked in a sharp breath when she moved the cloth lower, and lower, slowly spreading her legs before she allowed the cloth to clean her womanhood.
She licked her lips while watching her mate, dropped the cloth, grabbed his hand, and sucked gently on his index finger.
The sensation of her tongue was enough to arouse him once again. He eyed her curiously when she laced their fingers together, and she placed the other hand on his scarred cheek.
Bardock kept himself in check, and backed away from her, not wanting to see her hurt face as he left the shower. It was a weak emotion. Males and females just live together for the purpose of rutting and procreation, nothing more.
He cursed himself when an odd feeling came over him, and settled in the pit of his stomach. He clinched his fists, and went back to the bathroom.
She was wrapped in a body towel, clean and fresh, her head low, her eyes averted from him. They were warriors, damn it; they did not have time for silly little things as whatever it was they both felt.
Bardock picked her up and carried her over to their bed, removing her towel from her as he placed her on their mattress.
She did not want to look at him, did not want to rut with him, but the aching in her womanhood did not allow her to choose. She reached for him, and he accepted it as her forgiveness.
Bardock roamed his hands gently over her soft curves. So beautiful and perfect. He lowered his hand down to her womanhood, and slipped a quiet, gentle finger between her folds.
He explored her slowly, even though he did not need to; he knew her as well as his own body. He gently rubbed her clit, smirking as her fluids seeped out of her entrance, and she made quiet sounds in her throat.
She grabbed a fist full of his hair and yanked him onto her. She was hurting for a reason completely different than the heat, and she needed him to be rough and hard.
Bardock was inwardly surprised when his mate laid herself out, eagle spread, below him, wanting him to take her. She usually preferred his gentle strokes, to take their time. Now she wanted him to just take her quickly.
His hesitation was like another slap in the face. In frustration, she turned over and took his erected manhood into her mouth, as much as she could take in, and used her other hand to grasp and stroke his huge length.
Bardock growled in pleasure. His mate was certainly not gentle with her menstruations on him. If that was the way she wanted it, then that was how he would give it to her.
He flipped her over on her stomach, and she responded by spreading her legs open as wide as they would go. He gripped her waist hard, almost to the point of hurting, and he impaled her womanhood in one swift move.
She cried out in rapture, clinching her muscles so that her womanhood felt every inch of his huge member.
Bardock slammed into his mate, not in a rapid rhythm, but in hard rutting; swift, hard, single thrusts upwards. He was a little concerned that she wanted it so hard, and as he felt her muscles tighten, he pulled out, not allowing her release.
She turned around with a scream of frustration, her nails ready to claw his face. He grabbed her wrists, and slammed her back down on the bed, her arms pinned above her head.
She snarled at her mate, and he growled back, lightly biting her shoulder when he did. She tried to encourage Bardock to continue by flexing her hips so her womanhood brushed against his member, but he smirked and refused her his length.
She cried out in anger and almost kneed his length, but Bardock released her wrists, grabbed her tail and squeezed it once, and released it.
His mate was wildly mad now, with the heat in her womanhood, and the pain in her tail. When she finally regained herself, she snarled, “Bastard!”
Bardock chuckled, turned his mate around so he was behind her, and gently inserted himself back into her.
She sighed in relief as he ever so gently thrusted his length in and out of her. He pulled out to the tip, and slowly thrusted back inside to the hilt.
His bitch moaned with begging, wanting more than this almost painful slowness. Bardock leaned himself over her, his body completely covering her up.
She allowed herself a begging squeak as he very slowly thrusted into her again. He grabbed her breasts in both his hands, and his tail came around and rubbed against her clit.
She moaned louder when he did that, and he smirked in response as he gently rolled her nipples between his finger and thumb.
“More…” she managed to whisper through the insanity of the heat.
Bardock finally gave in, and he thrusted harder, still slow, but hard. Her body rocked with his thrusts, his tail still flicking her clit; she gripped the sheets when her release came, and when it released her from the insane pleasure, she cried out once.
Bardock was not happy with his mate’s quiet rutting; no. He wanted her to scream his name, and then beg him for more.
He pulled his member out, laid them beside one another, both on their sides, her back still facing him. He thrusted up into her again, and held her leg up high. He wrapped his other free arm around her and held her firm.
He began to thrust rapidly, his hips bucking back and forth, his member pounding pleasure into his mate’s womanhood. She moaned as the pleasure filled her body rapidly, the heat building, needing release.
She reached behind her and held Bardock as his hips bucked rapidly, the bed squeaking and groaning under them due to their activity.
The warmth and wetness of her womanhood filled his member with such intense pleasure that he lost himself, and he cussed when he released.
He started thrusting and bucking his hips anew after his release left him. His mate was so small and tight around his manhood that he could not help but cum again, but this time he continued to thrust through it.
His mate moaned from the pleasure given to her by her mate’s huge manhood. He filled her so tightly, and she moaned a begging moaned as the pleasure intensified, her lifted leg bucking wildly with his thrusts.
Finally, she released, and Bardock kept thrusting in and out of her womanhood as her muscles clenched and spasm around him.
It was still not enough.
Bardock released her and flipped her on her back, face to face, and he entered her once more. His thrusts were wild and desperate as his mate’s wide open legs bucked with his insane thrusting.
She cried out louder as the pleasure from their rutting filled her body at a rapid rate. Her hips were sore, her legs ached, but she did not care. The heat was eating away at her, and she needed it gone.
“Yes, Bardock!” she cried out loud. “Fuck my pussy hard!”
He happily obliged her as he thusted like a wild animal. He snarled as he released, but he kept thrusting though it. She released, but he kept thrusting in her. His member thrusted in and out, her pussy so wet the fluids were dripping out like a river.
“OH! My pussy loves it! Please, more!”
Bardock groaned through clinched teeth. It sent a wild thrill through him when his bitch talked dirty. He loved it when she did that!
He thrusted his member harder into her womanhood, her cries thrilled him like no other female could. She grabbed both his arms with her hands as she came violently; her cries filled their small house.
They did not care who heard them, and what they thought of their insane rutting.
Bardock came hard; his hot seed came out in a stream, spilling deep into her fertile womb. They stopped rutting, both of them panted heavily. His muscles in his legs burned, his abs ached, but he loved it.
He rested his forehead on his mate’s forehead, both of them sharing in the afterglow of their ancient mating dance.
The heat seared her body once again, telling her instincts that the heat was almost over; just a few more ruts would do.
After regaining herself, she flipped Bardock over on his back, and she straddled him. She did not immediately sit herself down. She kept her rear up as she gently wrapped her tail around her mate’s member.
She stroked his member with her tail, ever so gently swirling the tip of her tail over the head of his manhood. She smirked when Bardock grunted, grabbed her hips, and tried to impale her with his member.
She licked her lips and shook her head, wanting to tease him a bit before giving in. Bardock growled at her, and tried to unite them again.
She stopped her teasing, the heat once again eating away at her, and she opened her legs wide so the folds of her womanhood were also wide open, positioned herself on her mate, and impaled herself on his member.
She grunted when she felt the intense pleasure once again. She could feel everything in this position, and her clit was more stimulated. She slowly brought herself up his manhood, and then brought herself back down.
She threw her head back when the pleasure overwhelmed her body. She moved faster over her mate, pumping her soaked pussy with her mate’s member.
Bardock half growled, half grunted as he saw his mate move herself hard over him, her beautiful breast bouncing with her rapid rhythm.
He grabbed her hips with his hands, her waist small and firm and he moved with her pace. She moaned, her head thrown back, and then cried out when Bardock sat himself up to suck on her nipples.
She cried out again and again as she rapidly impaled herself on his hard member, her hands buried in his thick ebony hair.
Her release came hard and she shook violently, her mate grabbed her hips and thrusted his member in and out of her quickly. He grunted with clenched teeth as he came as well.
She fell off her mate, laying on the bed, shaking. Bardock sat up, watching over her, waiting to see if the heat would come back.
Male Saya-jin also had no control over themselves when their mate was in heat. The mating dance almost came close to being forced.
Her hormones once again solicited her body, and the heat came again.
“No! No more!” she pathetically begged as she scratched at her body. Bardock grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. “Please!”
She was begging her mate to stop, her body was aching so, and her womanhood was so sore. He mistook her plea as a plea to rut with her again. He entered her once more, and she immediately came, her walls spasm around his member.
She jumped away from him, her legs weak as she ran out the bedroom door. He caught her in the living room, forced her to the floor, and entered her once again.
She held him as he moved over her with a crazy rhythm, and she cried out as he impaled her continuously with his member.
It was not his fault he acted that way, for the heat affected him, too, as it did all other Saya-jin males.
She cried her mate’s name when she finally released for the last time, her muscles spasm around his member and her juices dripped onto the floor. He came in unison with her, his member spilling his seed deep into her womb.
She touched his scared cheek, caressing him so gently. She cried out when he pulled out of her, the euphoria gone, and her body was left in immense pain from their uncontrolled rutting.
A scent caught his nose, and he looked down to see a bit of blood on the floor. It was not surprising to see, with their constant rutting, his mate’s womanhood was bound to tear.
She lay on the floor, unmoving, although awake. Bardock grabbed her, and she cried out when he moved her, and carried her back to their bedroom. He carefully laid her down on their bed and covered her up with a single sheet.
Despite the pain, exhaustion took over her, and she fell asleep in seconds. Bardock laid down next to her, his thought process still working.
There was a very huge possibility that they conceived a whelp though their rutting. He did not like the idea of being a father. Bardock hated his father, and his father hated him in return. There was no way that he would make a good parent.
What had caused his mate to go into heat? There were plenty of methods available to prevent an offspring from occurring. Did she forget--? Now if only that damn knocking would stop…
Bardock sat straight up, not even knowing he was thinking in his sleep. Someone was knocking on their door. He quickly got his pants on, and answered the front door.
Tomo stood there in the late night dark, his eyes lit up in surprise when he saw his commander.
“Damn, Bardock,” Tomo exclaimed. “You look like hell!”
Bardock did not argue, for he was sure he looked like it. Days of continued rutting, no sleep; he was bound to look like shit.
“We have an assignment tonight.” Tomo informed his leader as his nose twitched, and a knowing look came to his face. “It takes two days to get there. You can sleep on the way there.”
Bardock grunted his acceptance, inwardly grateful that it was just Tomo who came to inform him. Tomo could keep his mouth shut; Celipa and Pambukin would tease him to no end, and he was not in the mood to hear it.
“Will she—“ Tomo started.
“She will not be coming this time.” Bardock stated, protective instincts already becoming progressively stronger, and he inwardly cussed, knowing what it meant; an offspring was in the works.
Tomo nodded once, mumbling that they took off in one hour, turned and left. Bardock closed the door and rested his forehead on it. Damn, he hated to leave his mate now that she had a condition that was bound to come out soon.
He turned and went to their room, his mate still sound asleep. The call for battle came to the warrior, and he was torn between staying with his mate, and finding a bigger thrill in battle.
He took a shower and got dressed to go. He watched over his sleeping mate for a while until she stirred, and opened her grey-blue eyes up at him.
“Bardock?” she whispered uncertainly.
“Assignment.” Was all he said, and she nodded.
Bardock hesitated, but he leaned down and quickly gave her a light kiss on the lips. He owed her that much. She looked at him with wide eyes and then smiled.
“Will you be alright by yourself?” he asked.
“How long will you be gone?”
“About six days.”
She nodded. “I’m not that weak.” She chuckled and soon fell back asleep.
Bardock watched her for a few minutes more before he turn and walked out. His mind still had racing thoughts on what kind of parent he would be.
End.
AN: I made this before I knew Akira Toriyama revealed Raditz and Goku's mother, Gine.
She opened her eyes slowly as sunlight caressed her pale skin, her body aching from the constant rutting with her mate after they returned from the wilderness.
She vaguely remembered that this was her home, her bedroom that she shared and lived in with her hot, sexy mate.
Remembering him made her womanhood sear again with intense desire, and she moaned in frustration, wondering when it was going to end.
Her mate had kept her satisfied, no doubt, for the few days since they had returned home from their little rendezvous in the meadow.
Her muscles ached from the constant rutting she had done with her mate, and her womanhood burned, not only with desire, but from the constant penetration and friction.
Few times they had rested, mating every minute while she was in heat.
In the back of her mind she knew there was a very good chance that she could conceive because of their excursions, but she did not care. She only wanted the heat gone, damn the consequences and rutting was the only way to do it.
She briefly wondered if her mate would be alright with it, since they both agreed not to have any offspring.
He would be so angry, would he not?
Right now, she did not care and she reached for him, only to find that he was not there on the side of the bed he usually laid on.
Panic filled her for an instant. Who would she rut with to get rid of the damn heat? The panic quieted down when her ears picked up the noise of running water in the personal bathroom they had.
She smiled in relief and then thought a shower would do her good, too. She felt so dirty from the dried sweat on her body.
She got up from the bed, still naked, and walked inside the bathroom; the steam from the hot water filled the room.
She stepped inside the stall and closed the curtain.
Her mate was so gorgeous and perfect. She never admitted it to him, but he made her heart race, and her head swoon. She had no name for what she felt for him, but she knew she would never feel that way about any other male.
She belonged only to him and him to her.
Bardock opened his eyes, revealing ebony orbs and he gazed at his mate. She was so beautiful; her skin was a rich cream, her hair was long, thick and black, even though messy with its multiple spikes, and complemented perfectly with grey-blue eyes.
It was an extremely rare trait for Saya-jin to have colored eyes, but she was an exception.
He closed his eyes again as she wrapped her arms around his waist, and she rested the side of her face on his lower chest.
He hated her at first, when they first met on a mission, for he had an outstanding attraction to her; and attraction that he never had with all other females. He knew she had a power over him and if she asked for anything, he would fight to the last breath to gain it for her.
He allowed her to take the wash cloth and wash his back with it while it had lathered soap on it. She gently washed the cloth over his chest before taking one step back, and started to wash herself.
She viewed him through half lidded eyes as she sensually moved the cloth over her breasts. He sucked in a sharp breath when she moved the cloth lower, and lower, slowly spreading her legs before she allowed the cloth to clean her womanhood.
She licked her lips while watching her mate, dropped the cloth, grabbed his hand, and sucked gently on his index finger.
The sensation of her tongue was enough to arouse him once again. He eyed her curiously when she laced their fingers together, and she placed the other hand on his scarred cheek.
Bardock kept himself in check, and backed away from her, not wanting to see her hurt face as he left the shower. It was a weak emotion. Males and females just live together for the purpose of rutting and procreation, nothing more.
He cursed himself when an odd feeling came over him, and settled in the pit of his stomach. He clinched his fists, and went back to the bathroom.
She was wrapped in a body towel, clean and fresh, her head low, her eyes averted from him. They were warriors, damn it; they did not have time for silly little things as whatever it was they both felt.
Bardock picked her up and carried her over to their bed, removing her towel from her as he placed her on their mattress.
She did not want to look at him, did not want to rut with him, but the aching in her womanhood did not allow her to choose. She reached for him, and he accepted it as her forgiveness.
Bardock roamed his hands gently over her soft curves. So beautiful and perfect. He lowered his hand down to her womanhood, and slipped a quiet, gentle finger between her folds.
He explored her slowly, even though he did not need to; he knew her as well as his own body. He gently rubbed her clit, smirking as her fluids seeped out of her entrance, and she made quiet sounds in her throat.
She grabbed a fist full of his hair and yanked him onto her. She was hurting for a reason completely different than the heat, and she needed him to be rough and hard.
Bardock was inwardly surprised when his mate laid herself out, eagle spread, below him, wanting him to take her. She usually preferred his gentle strokes, to take their time. Now she wanted him to just take her quickly.
His hesitation was like another slap in the face. In frustration, she turned over and took his erected manhood into her mouth, as much as she could take in, and used her other hand to grasp and stroke his huge length.
Bardock growled in pleasure. His mate was certainly not gentle with her menstruations on him. If that was the way she wanted it, then that was how he would give it to her.
He flipped her over on her stomach, and she responded by spreading her legs open as wide as they would go. He gripped her waist hard, almost to the point of hurting, and he impaled her womanhood in one swift move.
She cried out in rapture, clinching her muscles so that her womanhood felt every inch of his huge member.
Bardock slammed into his mate, not in a rapid rhythm, but in hard rutting; swift, hard, single thrusts upwards. He was a little concerned that she wanted it so hard, and as he felt her muscles tighten, he pulled out, not allowing her release.
She turned around with a scream of frustration, her nails ready to claw his face. He grabbed her wrists, and slammed her back down on the bed, her arms pinned above her head.
She snarled at her mate, and he growled back, lightly biting her shoulder when he did. She tried to encourage Bardock to continue by flexing her hips so her womanhood brushed against his member, but he smirked and refused her his length.
She cried out in anger and almost kneed his length, but Bardock released her wrists, grabbed her tail and squeezed it once, and released it.
His mate was wildly mad now, with the heat in her womanhood, and the pain in her tail. When she finally regained herself, she snarled, “Bastard!”
Bardock chuckled, turned his mate around so he was behind her, and gently inserted himself back into her.
She sighed in relief as he ever so gently thrusted his length in and out of her. He pulled out to the tip, and slowly thrusted back inside to the hilt.
His bitch moaned with begging, wanting more than this almost painful slowness. Bardock leaned himself over her, his body completely covering her up.
She allowed herself a begging squeak as he very slowly thrusted into her again. He grabbed her breasts in both his hands, and his tail came around and rubbed against her clit.
She moaned louder when he did that, and he smirked in response as he gently rolled her nipples between his finger and thumb.
“More…” she managed to whisper through the insanity of the heat.
Bardock finally gave in, and he thrusted harder, still slow, but hard. Her body rocked with his thrusts, his tail still flicking her clit; she gripped the sheets when her release came, and when it released her from the insane pleasure, she cried out once.
Bardock was not happy with his mate’s quiet rutting; no. He wanted her to scream his name, and then beg him for more.
He pulled his member out, laid them beside one another, both on their sides, her back still facing him. He thrusted up into her again, and held her leg up high. He wrapped his other free arm around her and held her firm.
He began to thrust rapidly, his hips bucking back and forth, his member pounding pleasure into his mate’s womanhood. She moaned as the pleasure filled her body rapidly, the heat building, needing release.
She reached behind her and held Bardock as his hips bucked rapidly, the bed squeaking and groaning under them due to their activity.
The warmth and wetness of her womanhood filled his member with such intense pleasure that he lost himself, and he cussed when he released.
He started thrusting and bucking his hips anew after his release left him. His mate was so small and tight around his manhood that he could not help but cum again, but this time he continued to thrust through it.
His mate moaned from the pleasure given to her by her mate’s huge manhood. He filled her so tightly, and she moaned a begging moaned as the pleasure intensified, her lifted leg bucking wildly with his thrusts.
Finally, she released, and Bardock kept thrusting in and out of her womanhood as her muscles clenched and spasm around him.
It was still not enough.
Bardock released her and flipped her on her back, face to face, and he entered her once more. His thrusts were wild and desperate as his mate’s wide open legs bucked with his insane thrusting.
She cried out louder as the pleasure from their rutting filled her body at a rapid rate. Her hips were sore, her legs ached, but she did not care. The heat was eating away at her, and she needed it gone.
“Yes, Bardock!” she cried out loud. “Fuck my pussy hard!”
He happily obliged her as he thusted like a wild animal. He snarled as he released, but he kept thrusting though it. She released, but he kept thrusting in her. His member thrusted in and out, her pussy so wet the fluids were dripping out like a river.
“OH! My pussy loves it! Please, more!”
Bardock groaned through clinched teeth. It sent a wild thrill through him when his bitch talked dirty. He loved it when she did that!
He thrusted his member harder into her womanhood, her cries thrilled him like no other female could. She grabbed both his arms with her hands as she came violently; her cries filled their small house.
They did not care who heard them, and what they thought of their insane rutting.
Bardock came hard; his hot seed came out in a stream, spilling deep into her fertile womb. They stopped rutting, both of them panted heavily. His muscles in his legs burned, his abs ached, but he loved it.
He rested his forehead on his mate’s forehead, both of them sharing in the afterglow of their ancient mating dance.
The heat seared her body once again, telling her instincts that the heat was almost over; just a few more ruts would do.
After regaining herself, she flipped Bardock over on his back, and she straddled him. She did not immediately sit herself down. She kept her rear up as she gently wrapped her tail around her mate’s member.
She stroked his member with her tail, ever so gently swirling the tip of her tail over the head of his manhood. She smirked when Bardock grunted, grabbed her hips, and tried to impale her with his member.
She licked her lips and shook her head, wanting to tease him a bit before giving in. Bardock growled at her, and tried to unite them again.
She stopped her teasing, the heat once again eating away at her, and she opened her legs wide so the folds of her womanhood were also wide open, positioned herself on her mate, and impaled herself on his member.
She grunted when she felt the intense pleasure once again. She could feel everything in this position, and her clit was more stimulated. She slowly brought herself up his manhood, and then brought herself back down.
She threw her head back when the pleasure overwhelmed her body. She moved faster over her mate, pumping her soaked pussy with her mate’s member.
Bardock half growled, half grunted as he saw his mate move herself hard over him, her beautiful breast bouncing with her rapid rhythm.
He grabbed her hips with his hands, her waist small and firm and he moved with her pace. She moaned, her head thrown back, and then cried out when Bardock sat himself up to suck on her nipples.
She cried out again and again as she rapidly impaled herself on his hard member, her hands buried in his thick ebony hair.
Her release came hard and she shook violently, her mate grabbed her hips and thrusted his member in and out of her quickly. He grunted with clenched teeth as he came as well.
She fell off her mate, laying on the bed, shaking. Bardock sat up, watching over her, waiting to see if the heat would come back.
Male Saya-jin also had no control over themselves when their mate was in heat. The mating dance almost came close to being forced.
Her hormones once again solicited her body, and the heat came again.
“No! No more!” she pathetically begged as she scratched at her body. Bardock grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. “Please!”
She was begging her mate to stop, her body was aching so, and her womanhood was so sore. He mistook her plea as a plea to rut with her again. He entered her once more, and she immediately came, her walls spasm around his member.
She jumped away from him, her legs weak as she ran out the bedroom door. He caught her in the living room, forced her to the floor, and entered her once again.
She held him as he moved over her with a crazy rhythm, and she cried out as he impaled her continuously with his member.
It was not his fault he acted that way, for the heat affected him, too, as it did all other Saya-jin males.
She cried her mate’s name when she finally released for the last time, her muscles spasm around his member and her juices dripped onto the floor. He came in unison with her, his member spilling his seed deep into her womb.
She touched his scared cheek, caressing him so gently. She cried out when he pulled out of her, the euphoria gone, and her body was left in immense pain from their uncontrolled rutting.
A scent caught his nose, and he looked down to see a bit of blood on the floor. It was not surprising to see, with their constant rutting, his mate’s womanhood was bound to tear.
She lay on the floor, unmoving, although awake. Bardock grabbed her, and she cried out when he moved her, and carried her back to their bedroom. He carefully laid her down on their bed and covered her up with a single sheet.
Despite the pain, exhaustion took over her, and she fell asleep in seconds. Bardock laid down next to her, his thought process still working.
There was a very huge possibility that they conceived a whelp though their rutting. He did not like the idea of being a father. Bardock hated his father, and his father hated him in return. There was no way that he would make a good parent.
What had caused his mate to go into heat? There were plenty of methods available to prevent an offspring from occurring. Did she forget--? Now if only that damn knocking would stop…
Bardock sat straight up, not even knowing he was thinking in his sleep. Someone was knocking on their door. He quickly got his pants on, and answered the front door.
Tomo stood there in the late night dark, his eyes lit up in surprise when he saw his commander.
“Damn, Bardock,” Tomo exclaimed. “You look like hell!”
Bardock did not argue, for he was sure he looked like it. Days of continued rutting, no sleep; he was bound to look like shit.
“We have an assignment tonight.” Tomo informed his leader as his nose twitched, and a knowing look came to his face. “It takes two days to get there. You can sleep on the way there.”
Bardock grunted his acceptance, inwardly grateful that it was just Tomo who came to inform him. Tomo could keep his mouth shut; Celipa and Pambukin would tease him to no end, and he was not in the mood to hear it.
“Will she—“ Tomo started.
“She will not be coming this time.” Bardock stated, protective instincts already becoming progressively stronger, and he inwardly cussed, knowing what it meant; an offspring was in the works.
Tomo nodded once, mumbling that they took off in one hour, turned and left. Bardock closed the door and rested his forehead on it. Damn, he hated to leave his mate now that she had a condition that was bound to come out soon.
He turned and went to their room, his mate still sound asleep. The call for battle came to the warrior, and he was torn between staying with his mate, and finding a bigger thrill in battle.
He took a shower and got dressed to go. He watched over his sleeping mate for a while until she stirred, and opened her grey-blue eyes up at him.
“Bardock?” she whispered uncertainly.
“Assignment.” Was all he said, and she nodded.
Bardock hesitated, but he leaned down and quickly gave her a light kiss on the lips. He owed her that much. She looked at him with wide eyes and then smiled.
“Will you be alright by yourself?” he asked.
“How long will you be gone?”
“About six days.”
She nodded. “I’m not that weak.” She chuckled and soon fell back asleep.
Bardock watched her for a few minutes more before he turn and walked out. His mind still had racing thoughts on what kind of parent he would be.
End.
AN: I made this before I knew Akira Toriyama revealed Raditz and Goku's mother, Gine.