Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The things we do ❯ Saiyan the Children are Ok ( Chapter 16 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

The Things We Do
Saiyan the children are okay

For the last night on the planet Barnpar three Saiyans sat around a rock fire. Each lost in their own thoughts. The day had been excellent. They were eating the kill. Each had had a time in their lives doing just this. Vegeta had been able to have moments like this without worrying about Freiza finding him. Goku spent his life finding moments like this; training, exploring, and hunting. Gohan had not done anything like this since he had been a child. Somehow, each had lost this part of their lives. The finding a lost part of one's soul does not make up for losing one's mate. Vegeta had hoped this would benefit the Sons, because Saiyans survive they live. Death was a part of life, you honor those that die, and you go on. Here they were, away from all that had happened and getting back to their roots; reaffirming who they were, animals, warriors, sons, fathers and friends. However, it was time to go home. The last hyper message from Bulma had been very cryptic. He was not going to worry Gohan about it though. Hopefully, the two months it would take to get home would find the situation resolved.
One more night under the foreign stars, each man could say goodbye in their own way. Gohan had worked on the trans-warp drive; he was excited about seeing how it fast it would go. Of course, that was the easier way of saying that the folding of space in the forward motion of the ship would be quicker than it had been before, not that they would be going faster. If they weren't careful Kakarot would just instant transfer them back to earth, he wanted enjoy his time for a little bit longer.
Every time he traveled, Goku worried about the food. The ships stores were still plentiful, the dehydrator caps were used on the food that they had killed so that was one less worry for him. Vegeta had been very quiet about the communication with Bulma. There was something about the way he was looking at Gohan. So if food was no worry, he wondered if he should worry about home. Vegeta had convinced him that Pan would be fine. But he sensed that that had not been the whole truth. It was going to be okay he thought; if something were wrong, he could always instant transmission back to earth, he would rather have time to think about this, and not headlong into something that might not be anything. He had the utmost confidence in Trunks.
Vegeta sat back and observed Gohan. His hair was longer, his clothes were torn, and unkempt, healing cuts and abrasions scattered his body. He never looked better. The Demi actually looked alive; it pleased Vegeta to no end. Time must've softened him; he realized that it was important to have the men in his race be all right. This was all he had left. It was up to the children to carry out a very important role. They would give him his grandchildren. In addition, he would do all he could to ensure that Kakarot and Gohan start over; this tragedy would be an opportunity, they would live, they would go on, this was the way for immortality. Life right then was perfect.
The sun was setting over the high dome. Pan had flown to the top and was watching it dip lower. They had had an incredible day. She looked down at the tennis bracelet that Trunks had purchased her. It was perhaps the most indulgent thing in the world. However, Trunks had explained that seeing it on her made him think about how lovely her wrists were. That, though she could pummel him with those hands, she had to let him feel like he was protecting her; Pan would have to be careful not to break it. Then he would feel better when she was not near him. She wore it because he cherished her. Then he bought a lock box for it. He whispered to her that when she fought that she could put it away, "But remember to put it back on. Keep it safe Pan and then I'll know that you are too." Then he kissed her palms, her wrists, and then her lips. The departing sun gleamed off the diamonds, breaking off the light into millions of colors.
This was her moment her time to think about her mother and her grandmother. Though it saddened her greatly, she could not help to feel a little better. That had everything to do with Trunks. Thought they had not talked yet, she had a good idea what she wanted to say. Life was not easy, but he made it a little better. The thing was she missed her father, Vegeta and her grandfather. Trunks could make her feel alive and peaceful, but she needed them. It was a twisted part of her soul she needed their security. Pan could feel the life of her other half, which is why she was trying to gather her thoughts. She didn't have time to worry about what she couldn't change. Mourning would have to wait again. Trunks had thought about staying again in Ropponghi Hills with Bra and Goten. However, Pan wanted to be close at home in case she lost control of the urge. Perhaps she would have to indulge with Trunks and Bra and Goten; Pan had not even wanted to contemplate what might have happened tonight. She wondered what if the urge for power didn't abate. She had not even waited for him to pop his cap car. She tore to the top of the hotel and blasted off home. She could feel a smirk follow her as he too gathered their things and then followed her.
He had not wanted to intrude on her. The pensive look she kept giving him was clue enough. Trunks opted to let Pan have some alone time. He needed to tell her that he was bonding to her, the truth that Goten had blurted out, was a fact. The problems was it was one sided as far as blood bonding went. Pan would have been more in touch with him and would have reacted as if she was hearing his thoughts. However, he was grateful for this. Too many things would need explaining before they could continue this ritual. Normally, it would have pleased Pan to do something so Saiyan like. However, he did not think his memories flooding in to her mind would be a nice thing; even if she already had inkling about Trunks adult life that had excluded things he had done without her. She had accepted him as of now, but how would she react if she knew about Gohan, Goten, and him? He wanted to tell her first, explain about Mira; for that, he might wait until they all come back. Maybe Gohan would tell her in his way. If Pan accepted him and wanted to fully bond with him then they would have to cross that bridge; he would rather have the support from all the Saiyans. He so did not want to hurt her; everything had happened so long ago. It was not as if he had set out to hurt her with his wild days; Gohan had never intended to hurt her.
Trunks wondered into the Capsule Garage, which had held the space ship. He sat at the Com link and reviewed some of the transactions. Bulma had made it a priority to send transmissions to them, but there were always a delay between reception and transfers back. Trunks had hope that Gohan had been able to set each small transponder at the intervals. They were supposed to act as radio towers; boosting the signals for faster communications. Though there were slow trickles of information, they would most likely have to build a station further out in the solar system. There would have to be way to have proper communications from here to wherever they went. Though he would hate to ask, they would have to use the scouters again to figure out the technology used by other aliens. Vegeta had not cared about too much technology, and the earth's populace had just started to catch up with communications he had seen. There had been no response to what his mother had sent.
The beasts within our ranks: the Succubus has joined The Jackal. Can you imagine the world now? Miss you.
Trunks doubted his dad would respond, but at least now, he would know what was happening. He wondered if she were being cryptic on purpose, Vegeta would've laughed most likely. Trunks wanted to leave a message but he was not sure what to say except that everything was fine. The truth was he was not sure, if it was okay. Kami, he wanted to break. He had to be honest with Pan; he had to be honest with himself. Love, love man was easy. Loving Pan, hah, he couldn't help how he felt, but she wasn't easy and he just couldn't make things perfect. However, he would try, keep trying, because their friendship was so strong, he was so secure when they were together that it was becoming impossible to be apart then be together. It did not have to be perfect they just had to be.
Pan had come to some conclusion. Trunks turned to see her in the doorway of the garage. Her presence was a gentle touch to his mind. The Puppet feeling was leaving. He had been afraid that he was going to be a slave to her in a one sided bond; however, he could feel the difference now. Perhaps that was only a phase. Now he could respond to her need, by his choice. That was good.
"Pan are you hungry?" He asked, not everything was forthcoming.
"I could eat, I just wanted to spar though." She smiled. She had to try something new. Going back inside meant something more.
Trunks was carefully trying not to pick out random thoughts. Pan was hungry but it was not for food right now and she was afraid. He had taught her how to get energy without biting. His way was purely sexual. He didn't know shit; power, she wanted energy, that was her driving force. That's when it dawned on him. He had wanted to rule, be the best business mongrel, a Prince. Pan's darkest and deepest desire was to be a Saiyan, a golden warrior, the Queen. And by Kame, he wanted her to get what she wanted.
They stepped into the Gravitational Room the taste in the air was palatable it was desire. He wanted to fight her and she wanted to fight him. They began with three quick secessions of Ki blasts. She wasn't going to let him take her out before they even started this time. As fast as one could see, they rush toward each other blocking knees and arms. He loved the fact that she had a smirk that matched his. "Come on Pan, power up baby, oh I mean sweetie."
She only growled her displeasure, but took to heart that he wanted what she wanted. She jumped her level as high she could without wasting energy. Trunks though he knew her but he could feel how she was on the edge; there was a lock on her mind. Instinctively he recognized that, then he reasoned that there had to be a way for him to find the key to help her transform. That was part of her need for energy. Pan needed the energy to transform, her craving went far beyond his; she was a wild untamed but hobbled creature. Pan couldn't break free yet. The fight became hand-to-hand. She was good, he once promised her to give her a spar. Trunks mind was half on the fight, but he could hold his own against her as long as he remained powered up as a super Saiyan. He needed to figure things out now that he had seen the entirety of the issue. He wondered if Vegeta had known this. The Sexual behavior was what he had realized. Then things fell in place even more; Vegeta was waiting for him to recognize both the urge for power and her own sexual yearning. It was justified now; there was a twofold problem. Pan was living a double life. However, her hunger for power was stronger than her sexual desires, except her desire for him. He stopped and stood still in the middle of their fight; he had not meant to pull that information from her. He thought he had known about her crush on him. That had been long ago. He knew that she desired him now, but this was different. Trunks wasn't even sure if she knew this truth. She wanted to transform in order to be worthy for him.
He pulled away from the stroll through her mind as she yelled at him. Trunks felt as though he had awakened from a dream. There she stood angry and disheveled. Their eyes met and Trunks remembered the entirety of who Pan was and what she wanted. Those who fought against injustice had raised her. That meant she felt confused and was struggling with what was her nature. He was not sure if what he had introduced her to was making it better. They were sexual creatures, but warriors too. The Saiyans made choices all the time: to be human or to be animals. Not monster though. Even humans fought the same choices. Even humans could be monsters. The difference between human and Saiyans was that Saiyans had natural abilities that made them superior in strength and power.
"Pan I am tired, we can spar in the morning. Let's eat and go to bed." Trunks smiled knowing she usually couldn't resist him.
She only rolled her eyes. He was acting so strange lately. She wondered if he was feeling okay. Trunks was all over the place. They hadn't even talked about anything. She couldn't tell if he was regretful or worried. The last time that had been intimate was in the dressing room. A tender feeling overwhelmed her. He had initiated every moment. Maybe she would show him how much he meant to her. Words were often misspoken.
They ate in relative silence. Trunks had turned off what he could. He didn't want to read her anymore. Tonight he just wanted to be with Pan and not worry about his bond to her. That would be unfair. He could drive himself and her crazy. They could talk a little about it tonight. He just wanted her up next to him. A nostalgia feeling warmed him. It could be exhausting to be Terry. He only wanted to be Trunks for her for him. It made him thankful he was not the boy he had been.
Pan was letting the dinner and company wash over her. Trunks was always able to read her emotions and give her what she needed. She wanted to eat and then show Trunks how much he meant to her. She loved him and wanted to love him and only him. He changed so fast. His moods and desires flipped around so much. However, he always treated her good.
Silence led them to his room. His bed, which had last looked so ominous, looked inviting and comforting. Pan didn't know how to be seductive without playacting on stage. Therefore, she opted for trying to be herself. "I am going to take a bath." Pan spoke to him.
Trunks opted not to join her. The bathtub was next to his shower, at the far end of the bathroom. Trunks watched through the side mirror as she turned on the hot water. He decided to brush his teeth and wash his face. It took him a few moments. Pan was still filling up the tub, though she sat in it. Trunks bent under his cabinet and took out a lavender bubble bath. He poured the soap under the facet. "Do you have everything purple?" she asked amused by the choice of scent.
"No, but lavender is for calming the nerves."
"So are you thinking my nerves need calming?" she asked smiling.
"No, it's just what I have." He shrugged.
"I was not being mean." She said quietly. She was thinking that he was really in a weird mood. Maybe he was regretting all that had happened.
"I know you're not being mean, I don't know if you really ever been mean spirited. I like purple."
She laughed. Trunks was sensitive to the purple thing. "I have to get use to us talking differently."
He only smiled and watcehd how much water was filling up the tub. The bubble bath was not foaming up too much. It was more for soothing, calming, and not big bubbles.
He sat in the floor next to the tub; Pan's eyes were closed. He could join her but something in him just wanted to watch and not intrude. Then she did something he hadn't expected. She lifted her leg out of the water, took her hand, and rubbed it down her leg. However, he saw her blue Ki in her hand.
"You use your Ki to shave your legs?"
"Don't you?" she asked bewildered.
He shook his head. "I don't shave my legs Pan, I am not that vain."
"Ha-ha, no I meant your face. I know Saiyans don't have a lot of hair, but even Vegeta can grow facial hair."
Trunks rubbed his face, wondering when the last time was he had shaved.
"Ugh, such a dork. Bra and I have done this forever. We like our legs smooth. Ki just makes is easier and cheaper than waxing or laser. We don't have too. But I am more human, some things are just more of a pain for me than the others."
Trunks let that one go. He wasn't ready to talk about the truth of that. He wanted to keep it light. "Well I appreciate the effort. I would hate scrathy legs rubbing me raw."
Pan splashed water at Trunks.
He jumped up and moved away. Pan would probably entice him into a water fight.
"Just get me a towel." She yelled out.
He threw it at her and left the bathroom. She laughed because she recognized the fear of his retreat. He didn't want to get wet. Pan released the drain and stepped out from the tub. And went to the bedroom, as if she had lived in that room forever, she went to his dresser and picked out a large white capsule corporation t-shirt. Pan pulled it on, then she used the towel to get out some of the water that had made her long hair wet. Pan went back into the bathroom and found Trunks brush. She pulled it through the long strands, wondering if she could braid it and leave it. However, Trunks had followed her and took the brush from her. "Leave it down." He said, and then left the bathroom.
Pan thought of what to do next, and decided to use her finger to brush her teeth. She hadn't bothered to find her things. Her backpack was downstairs. She looked at her face again, trying to see a change. She looked the same. The marks on her neck were fading and she didn't look any different still.
In the bedroom, Trunks was on the bed, with only pajama bottoms on. She thought His half and her half. They split his nightclothes. He had his laptop open, and Pan worried he would work. They hadn't talked about it, but he hadn't said anything about work in a few days. Pan knew Bulma was filling in for him. Maybe that was why he was acting so strange. Trunks couldn't play with her forever. He did work and run the largest corporations in Japan, heck the world.
"Are you going to work tomorrow?" She asked.
"No, but I have to check in, if anything I need to meet with my mom."
"Am I causing too much trouble?"
"A fine time to worry now; but no, it's okay. We all need breaks Pan. Unbelievably, this is good for my mom. I want her out of trouble. If she focuses on Capsule, she is less likely to worry about other things. "
Pan knew how much Trunks appreciated breaks from work, but she didn't want to cause problems. She had her own agenda to attend. A pang for energy shot through her mind. She was going to work tomorrow and she needed to do so without Trunks following her.
Tonight though, she had promised herself to give back to him what she was feeling.
Trunks closed the laptop and put it on the table beside the bed. He hit the button, which controlled the light and made the room darker; this was her moment. Pan lay up against Trunks and kissed his cheek, then the other. She was not nervous, but for the first time, there was no pressing situation, no aftermath. She then kissed his lips. He invaded her mouth with his tongue before she could; it made her laugh inside her head. She would never have the lead with him.
Trunks, loved how sweet she tasted. She had kissed him so tentatively, he did not want to read her, but he knew she was going to kiss him, to start. He would let her. A little bit.
Pan was on top of him but was not in charge. Pan could feel his enlarged cock through his bottoms, and wanted to take them off. He lifted his body on cue to her thoughts. She tugged them off and pushed them down the bed. She still had on his t-shirt, but no panties. Trunks adjusted him and Pan slid down his cock and began to ride him. He loved the thought of her riding him, but he also wanted to kiss her. Pan bent to him, he was deep inside of her; the kissing was more erotic. In this way, she was not riding him as much as sitting, holding still as he filled her. His senses were overloading from the intimacy. He needed her to move but that would make it hard to keep kissing, Trunks could feel that she wanted to control this, but he had an urgency that he could squelch any longer. One day he would let her have the reigns. Trunks gripped her slender hips and took over. Pan could only place her hands on the front of his shoulders as he forcefully lifted her and slammed up inside. The thing about this position was that he was touching on a place and making her cum faster then she imagined she could.
Pan was losing control, and Trunks had all control. The frustration in him built, as he needed to be deeper inside of her. Her moans of pleasure drove him even further. She might not be a crazed as he was sexually, but he was and is a slave to her pleasure. This was an all-consuming feeling that included his heart. Every touch from her sent him a near cataclysmic journey. He just could not get enough and making her cum was a damn award. He never needed anyone as much as he needed her; this was not only for having her, he had to be with her and succumb. Women were capable of multiple orgasms and he was capable of long bouts of lovemaking. The only thing he was fighting was an urge to bite her, take as a full mate, and have her return the gesture. His Saiyanistic pride clamored at him. He rolled Pan to the bed and continued, just so he could kiss again. Her kiss soothed his beastly nature. It made him feel loved he knew she loved him.
"Ah Trunks," she softly mewed.
Trunks rested his body on top of her, slowly penetrating. Pan was so wet and hardly able to move against him. He had not cum, and was surprised that he had lasted this long. When he set his mind to things, he really had outdone himself this time.
Pan was a fast learner, and astute. She really felt for Trunks, he had taken her on a wonderful ride through nirvana. For the first time she was tired. The continual lovemaking had really started to wear her out. She could not believe how sore she was yet how her body seemed to respond to him each time. What made it worse was that she had started this one, needing to show Trunks how much she wanted to be with him. Of course, that lasted two pumps of her riding him, before he took over. She would hate to tell him her pussy needed a break. That made her laugh.
Trunks was very in tune to her thoughts, he was falling harder for her, and hearing her thoughts now was especially sensitive. The part of the bond that was vital was that it gave you the insight to fulfill your mates' need. This was the way Saiyan nature worked. This was why Saiyans mated for life. There was never a need for anything, no matter what you gave each other what you needed. They were a satisfied couple.
With that thought, Trunks knew that she was only acting instinctively to him. She didn't know his thoughts yet, but that didn't stop her from trying to fulfill some ache for him. They were close; this was very new to him, to be able and wanting to give someone else satisfaction. His problem now, and it was a problem, was that Pan was still turned on but suffering from their ardent lovemaking. In addition, she was remorseful for his situation; he had not cum. She was laughing in her head and he too could not help the humor in it. He was wanting to cum, Kami he needed too. Then he picked up something that he had not expected to hear her say, let alone think:Kami we could go slowly, I bet he loves anal…
Trunks pulled out of Pan, his erection hard and throbbing. He could not believe she would think that, in order to give her sweet little cunt a break. How fortunate for her and him that he did love anal. However, that was not something he had intended to introduce her too anytime soon.
"Do you want to try?" he asked without realizing that she had not spoken.
"Try what?" she asked wondering where that question came from.
Trunks panicked for a second. He really needed to tell her he could hear her thoughts. However, he was quick to respond, "I know you must be sore, and I was thinking that maybe we could try a little ass play? We could try, I mean or I could just jerk off. Would you like that? I'll stand anywhere you want and you can watch me jack off for you?" Then he smiled.
"Geez, I dint mean to hurt your ego, I am not letting you down am I?" tears in her eyes.
"No, No!" Trunks was sure he messed up with that flippant remark; he felt his cock deflating and was sorry he mentioned anything.
Pan could see the panic in his eyes, and truly, saw that he was not mad, she felt odd that he had actually said what she was thinking. That was not the first time, but they were as close as friends, that that never really surprised her. "I am sorry, it's just I was thinking about trying it. I knew you do not think that, but it is somewhat scary, I mean you have a huge cock. Damn Trunks, I feel idiotic talking about it. I can't believe how horny I am I have cum so many times, when does this need wear off?" she laughed.
Trunks answered her by kissing her. He had to shut her up for a second. She was rambling on.
Trunks got off the bed and rummaged through his dresser next to the bed. Pan wondered what he was looking for, but remained silent. She was experiencing a unique feeling; talk was overrated. He really love indulging in the flesh. She did not know why she had had such reservations about him. What was so scary about this Saiyan? Then she remembered what he was capable.
Trunks found the astroglide he was looking for; but he picked up her reasoning. He too wondered why things were so complacent with them, he never been in love, nor had he ever been this in touch with someone else. Sure, he was sensitive to others, but mostly, he took what he wanted and gave equally hard. Thing again this was Pan. What was there to be demanding? They were equally strong, friends, she was not as experienced, though the last few months had been very educating for her. The one thing he knew for sure, she was his. As he was hers. Whatever else they would deal with in this world they belonged to each other.
Trunks threw the lube to the bed, and Pan reached over to grab it. "Astroglide, hmmm, how does one do this?" she looked up to him, he was not smiling. "Just like flying for the first time huh?" she queried.
He did not want to make light of the situation. He was thinking of the best way to proceed, should she ride him or just go for the old fashion style. Then the obvious made its self-obvious.
"Turn over."
Pan gingerly flipped over face down on the bed. Trunks started at her foot and caressed her skin from there to the back of her knees. He dipped down and kissed the back of her leg. He hoped for a reaction, but she was silent and holding still. That would not do he thought. His hands rubbed on her taught ass, when she stiffened. He tickled her small of her back, alternating between following his hands with kisses. As he neared her neck he pulled closer to her ear and whispered, "Pan relax, I will go slow, we are just going to see if you are okay with this. We don't have to do it, but I can love you anyway you want."
"Fuck!" she growled to the pillow she had buried her face in. she was grateful not to face him. "Okay." She mewed.
He did not want to pry, but her nerves were skittering. She wanted to try. He was just going to love her, touch her, and if she liked it then fine if not, he would jerk off, or just let her do it. He wanted release too.
There was no time to worry; the longer he waited the more nervous she would be. He placed two hands on her backside, loving how tight her ass was. He kneaded the muscles Pan began to relax. He knew how nice it felt to have your but massages. He then leaned toward her and kissed each cheek. "Raise your behind a little Pan." He spoke softly.
As she did, he wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her up and close to him. For a minute, she thought of him spanking her for he was in a perfect position. Moreover, that thought gave her a jolt of pleasure. Trunks received that message loud and clear, "we can try spanking another time."
"Did you just read my thoughts?" she asked laughing.
"It's obvious I did." He said. Pan had no reply.
He was not going to spank her but he licked her. Her salty body sent a fire to his loins. If she did not like this he was going to just take her other way, he did not want to jerk off or get a blowjob. He needed to be in her.
Pan was telling herself to relax and enjoy, and though she tried, her body was piqued with excitement.
He tongued her opening and she squealed, but he held her in his tight grip. He looked over to where Pan had dropped the lube, and reached for it, snapping the lid open. He managed to get some on his fingers with the one hand; the other was holding her firm.
Gently he used his pointer finger and rubbed around her opening, "see Pan, relax, it feels good."
"Yeah," she breathed out, for she was holding her air. A burning arousal reared up.
Trunks prayed that she would not scream, as he pushed his one finger inside her.
She did not scream, but sucked in another breath; then rolled into a wag of her ass. Trunks released his grip from her waits, and let her down; she kept her butt up as he continued to finger her. Natural reaction, she pumped her ass up to meet his hand. She thought she might like this after all.
He tried not to smirk, but she was not looking at him. He let the feature grace his face. That made him feel a little more in charge. He bent back to kiss her lovely backside. Her moan gave encouragement; he twisted his hand spreading her opening wider. Her breath caught but she remained in the same place. Trunks grabbed for the lube again, and squirted it directly over his hand. All his fingers had the gel warming on it. "I am going to add a finger baby, uh," he stopped, cursing that she hated that name.
"It's, its ok, yeah its ok." She breathed out sounding very exuberant.
He smiled this time. He could call her baby and do this at the same time, finally a breakthrough. The ridiculous idea of that just was humorous. He kissed her but again, as he was close he pushed his other finger inside to widen her tight aperture. Pan breathed out laboriously. She was so tight, and lovely.
Trunks pushed down in the floor of her ass, and she moaned out. His goal was to relax the muscle ring. She raised herself up again for him and he scooted back and braced his knees behind her. Pan was face down, and ass up. He would never get rid of this image. He increased his speed a little, spreading his fingers slightly. Her breathing jumped and she rocked back onto his hand.
Trunks pulled back his hand and noticed that her opening stayed open slightly. She was lubed and relaxed. He came up behind her, he could feel her stiffen, as she knew he was going to try; she would try too.
He was so hard; he rubbed his hand down his shaft getting it well lubed from what he had used so far. Nevertheless, he did not want to hurt her more, so he poured some more in his hand and rubbed his length again, leaving a lob on his head. Pan had moved and her entrance has closed, so he inserted a finger again, and she responded by bracing. She was not as tight as in the beginning. With one hand on his cock and the other at her opening, he shifted his hand out the way and placed his head at her entrance. He insert the tip, and Pan breathed shallowly, it was a little more painful than his finger. "Say yes Pan, I won't if you don't want to."
"Yes, yes Trunks just slow." She breathed out.
For a minute, he wanted to tell her to power up, but that would be dangerous to him. He went with instinct and rammed inside. He grabbed her waist as she reacted to the total invasion. 'Ah, damn, oh…." She cried out.
Trunks stayed very still, allowing her body to accommodate him. Pan settled down and got use to the feeling. She pushed up against him, needing something more now that he was there.
He fought control, for he wanted to slam into her tight ass; he would build up to that.
The new sensation was unlike having sex the traditional way. Pan was amazed at how much feeling it was giving her. She felt trust, she felt vulnerable. Trunks had total power. She could not even imagine that it would give her as much pleasure as it was. She had thought that anal was for male pleasure only. Men received it well because of the prostrate, and guys got to fuck. It was making feel like she was going to have orgasm, it was pleasure it was pain. She could feel her juices flowing down her thighs. She could not stop the urge to moan her pleasure. "Ah Trunks fuck my ass, my Kami please."
He did not need any more stimulation than that. He moved up against her and squatted over Pans backside. This angle gave him a better position to push down inside of her. He wished they were standing, but that could happen later. He needed to cum. His balls slapped up against her ass and he loved how that drove him further. Pan was hollering her pleasure, and he slammed faster inside of her ass. The orgasm shook him. He had tapped inside of her mind, feeling the roaring of her crashing and rising on a continuous orgasm. He came so hard that stars crossed his eyes. As he finished pumping into her ass, he slid out and was met by her grunt of disproval. He could not help it though he wanted to hold her closer and feel her body alongside of his. He never gave in to intimate moments after anal, he needed her to calm his mind and ease his racing heart. She trusted him. Pan had just given him freely all that he could ever want. Whatever happened from here on he would have her entirety in his grasp at this moment. He pulled her closer; he pillowed her head with his left arm, and his wrapped around her waist. He rubbed his right hand down her stomach, and then tweaked her precious mound. Pan was soaked with her juices. He squeezed her to him and spoke, "I love you Pan Son,"
She could not stop the tears that sprung from her eyes. She had no words.
Her mind raced in a million directions, but for the first time she had no thoughts on trying to get power or energy, she did not worry about being good enough for him, she was not thinking about transforming. All he saw in her mind was him, for the first time he really got to see him in someone's eyes.
"I'm here; I will always be here for you."
Pan felt that she was okay for the first time in a long while.