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Six months. It had been six months since Goku went to Lord Beerus’ world to train. You always let him train, it was his passion in life. Well, more than that, it was his reason for being. Defender of Earth, and basically the whole of Universe 7.

But loving him and wanting him to do what made him happy in life, did not mean you didn’t miss him like hell. You missed him terribly every time he went away to train.

You sighed as you started to wash the dishes. After the laundry was folded, the rooms were dusted and the floors were mopped, you decided to have some me-time. Baking pumpkin cookies, the ones Goku loved so much, because today was the first day of October, made you more than happy. October was your favorite month after all. You loved celebrating Halloween, your favorite feast of the Witches’ Wheel of the Year.

When the cookies came out of the oven, you decided to take a long hot shower. The days were turning shorter and colder, and you couldn’t help but shiver, even in the warm, brightly colored sweater you were wearing.

The hot water made your cold skin tingle as you slowly felt warmth coursing through your body again. You washed your hair and face and then lathered up your body. As your hands got close to your groin, you decided to treat yourself. The pent-up sexual frustration was the actual worst part of Goku being away.

He had been very clueless about sex at the start of your relationship, but you loved him so much, you decided that taking your time to teach him was worth every minute. And boy, were you right about that. The moment you started to teach him, you found out he was a quick learner, very eager to please, as he saw your pleasure as a challenge to take on; what could he do to give you pleasure? You loved his take on it and had enjoyed it ever since he came to that realization.

Your fingers went through your folds as you thought about Goku. His messy black hair, his dark eyes, his cheerful face, his muscles, pecks, thighs, hands. Oh, how his hands could give you pleasure. If only it were his hands roaming your wet cunt instead of your own.

All of a sudden, the shower curtain was opened and you shrieked as the man standing in front of you said: “Hey honey, I’m home!”

He looked you up and down and his eyes rested on your fingers, which were still resting in between your folds.

“What are you doing?” Goku asked, his eyes going dark as he looked up at you again.

“Well, I, uh…” you stuttered under his stare. You were taken aback by his homecoming, but even more by the look on his face. The seriousness on it, the focus, that look like he was about to enter a fighting match with a formidable foe; it always managed to make you weak.

You regained your composure, standing up straight, shoulders back, chest out, head held high.

“Since you tend to go away for months on end to train, I have to take care of myself. In any and every way. Sexually as well. Or would you like me to ask Vegeta to take care of me next time you are away?” You held your chin out, defiantly.

“Ah, I see,” Goku said, “I guess I arrived in the nick of time then.”

“I don’t think so,” you quipped back, “I have done this on numerous occasions already over these past six months.”

“Is that so? Then I guess you should show me what you’re capable of.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll give it my best shot.”

“Well, if we’re talking ‘shooting’… I think I’ll win that one,” Goku chuckled, winking at you.

“Don’t be mistaken, mister big Saiyan fighter… I can take great care of myself, I wouldn’t count myself the ‘shooting winner’ if I were you,” your lopsided smile made Goku raise his eyebrows in surprise.

You looked him in the eyes as your fingers started moving in between your folds again, moving up towards your clit, which they started to rub softly. Goku licked his lips as his eyes followed your movements. His ears perked up as you moaned softly at the exact and precise movements you made. Goku was studying you like a hawk, making sure he’d remember what movements elicited such wonderful sounds from you. He wanted to be able to do that too.

Your smile was smug as you used your other hand to slide two fingers into your wet hole. Once inside, you bent them to just the right angle to put pressure on that one spot inside of you, you knew would make you cum hard. Your moan was a high pitched one and although Goku had only heard it on very few occasions, he did know it was the best moan.

“What are you doing?” he frowned at you, annoyed he hadn’t managed to get such a moan from you by merely using his fingers on you.

You took your fingers out of your cunt and licked your own wetness off them, all the while keeping eye contact with Goku. You saw him swallow and noticed his dick getting hard. The exact state you wanted him to be in…

“Well… there is a spot inside of me,” you explained to him, “and if you bend your fingers like this…” You bent them the exact way he would do taking his starting position before a fight, “you can reach it and rub it, and that feeling is…” you made a kissing sound as you opened your hand moving it away from your mouth; the sign of a chef’s kiss.

“Hmm, good to know,” Goku mused, as he took off his Gi and joined you in the shower. You felt heat coming off him, and you smelled his post training sweat, which always drove you mad with want.

‘Oh,’ you thought, ‘there we go, apparently this fight is on…’

Goku chuckled as he saw you inhale deeply. He knew exactly what he was doing to you by not taking a shower before coming home after training, and he was enjoying every moment of it.

“Could you show me that again?” he asked you, as he took his dick into his hand and slowly started pumping it.

“Show… what?” you asked as you were completely mesmerized by his movements.

“What you just did that made you moan so pretty,” he chuckled again. “Or am I distracting you?”

“Oh, you know you are, but that doesn’t mean I can’t show you again,” you said as you slid your fingers back into your cunt, bent them, and started rubbing your spot. Your other hand hovered over your clit as you put a finger on it and started rubbing it slowly. You looked at Goku, moving his hand up and down his big cock and you moaned again.

“Such a pretty view,” he said, looking at you getting all worked up by your own movements, while you were looking at him. He moaned as he looked at you with your eyes closed in pleasure. He heard your fingers sliding in and out of your wetness, and he felt his dick twitching in his hand with his own pent-up sexual frustration.

Yes, he lived for fighting, but ever since you had shown him how to enjoy sex, he did struggle being away from you and your exciting body. He just knew there were still spots undiscovered, new sounds to elicit from you.

“I can assure you that looking at the defender of Earth and Universe 7 gives you a way better view than I’ll ever be…”

“Well, I still think I’m gonna cum first,” he said.

“That doesn’t mean you’ll cum harder…” you winked at him.

He still didn’t know what you meant by that, but quickly pushed the thought aside as you arched your back and moaned again. He squeezed his dick harder, pumping up and down faster, chasing his climax.

Before he knew it, it felt like he could explode, and so he did... All over your beautiful form.

You smiled as you saw and felt him covering your body with his seed.

Your smile faded as you felt a knot form in your stomach, and you moaned loudly, followed by a force of energy shooting out of you. Only, it wasn’t energy. Goku’s eyes widened as he saw liquid shoot out of your pussy.

“Wow…” was all he managed to say.

Your knees buckled as you were riding out your orgasm, but Goku was quick to catch you.

“Thanks,” you whispered.

“Thank you,” he said smiling at you, “seems like I’ve got a fun new challenge to work on, you know I hate to lose...”

You looked up at him and kissed him. He returned the kiss, full of warmth and love.

“I've missed you,” you said.

“I've missed you too,” he said, putting his forehead to yours, “and I plan to show you exactly how much, all night long, using some new techniques. But first I need food!”

You laughed at his phrasing.

“Good thing I baked pumpkin cookies then,” you grinned at him, “and I can’t wait for you to try those new techniques...”  

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“Well, well, well, I didn’t know the human species had such pretty females,” the man, looking scarily much like your friend Goku, said.

“And I didn’t know there were Saiyans in existence that were such assholes,” you snapped back at him.

He laughed out loud.

“That makes sense, if you only know Goku and his offspring. By Saiyan standards they are considered weaklings, though.”

He looked at you, and you involuntarily squeezed your legs together as you started to get aroused by the evil Saiyan.

He chuckled.

“Look at that, I think I might keep you to myself. Play with you for a while.”

“Maybe I want you to,” you tried to play it cool. You found it so hard to resist this man, as you had always had a weak spot for villains and evil people in stories. Yet, you were a good person, helping Goku and his friends protect Earth with your magic.

But before you knew it, Turles’ tail was wrapped around your waist, and he threw you over his shoulder dragging you with him towards his space pod.

You sat on his lap in the small space pod. Turles’ breath was hot on your neck.

“So, how does it feel to be kidnapped by the strongest Saiyan in the Universe?” he whispered into your ear.

You purposefully moved your ass around over his lap, putting pressure on his cock. You felt it grow as it got hard underneath you.

“Not bad,” you said, “not bad at all.”

He grabbed your shoulders and turned you around as far as the little space pod would allow.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.” You looked at him with your eyebrows raised in defiance.

He let out a low chuckled.

“I’d watch it if I were you, human,” he warned you, “doing things like that might get you into more trouble than you bargained for.”

“That sounds exactly like the kind of trouble I am bargaining for,” you replied, before you bent over to kiss him, while pressing your ass against his cock again.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair, kissing you back aggressively. You kept shifting on his lap, and Turles felt your wetness coming through your skirt. The hand he had on your thigh slowly slid up your skirt. His fingers pushed aside your panties, giving himself full access to your soaking wet cunt.

You moaned into his mouth, as he slid two fingers inside of you. You moved around on his lap, trying to get more friction, and he groaned at the feeling of your big ass squirming around back and forth over his hard cock.

His thumb started to rub your clit, and a high-pitched whine left your throat.

“You’re so wet for me, sweetheart,” he said, “so wet for such an asshole, as you so eloquently put it.” He chuckled.

“Shut up and touch me,” you commanded him, grabbing his other hand and putting it on one of your breasts.

He chuckled again, relishing in the effect he had on you.

“I do have to say, it was a great idea to kidnap you, if I say so myself. I’ve never had this much fun in a space pod before…”

You weren’t even paying attention to what Turles was saying anymore, as his hands worked so diligently on your body; massaging your tits, rolling your nipples around between his fingers, his other hand fucking you with his fingers, thumb still flush on your clit, circling it at a diabolical pace.

Your breath hitched as your orgasm washed over you, hips bucking into his groin as you rode out your climax.

When you had calmed down, he lifted you up and swiftly slipped your panties off and you helped him in taking off his shorts.

You grabbed a hold of his dick and slowly slid down on it. Turles grunted in pleasure.

“So wet for me, such a tight pussy,” he moaned into your ear, “I’m never going to let you sit anywhere else but on my lap from now on…”

You started moving up and down his dick, moaning loudly as his cock filled you up so perfectly. The stretch it gave you was heavenly and the angle just right, so it precisely hit the sweet spot inside of your pussy.

Turles grabbed a hold of your hips and held you still, as he moved his dick in and out of you. You writhed in his grasp, trying to find more friction. Your cunt clenched tightly around his cock and Turles growled loudly, as you felt his dick twitch inside of you.

Suddenly, there was a loud yelling coming from outside of the space pod. You had barely left Earth, and apparently your friend was not going to let you be kidnapped that easily. No matter how heartwarming it was, you were beyond annoyed at the disturbance. You let out an irritated growl.

“Turles!” you heard Goku shout, “Let her go!”

Turles sighed loudly, pressing the buttons to let the space pod land again.

Still sitting in the same position, you tried to cover yourself with your skirt, before Turles opened up the space pod, looking from behind you at his mirror image standing outside.

“What do you think you’re doing? You really think you can defeat me? Get your girl back? Maybe you should ask her first… Because I don’t think she wants to come back to you…” Turles mocked Goku.

“KAIO-KEN TIMES… Wait, what?” Goku looked at you flabbergasted.

“I’m okay, Goku,” you said in a small voice, your cheeks turning crimson, “Really, let me go with him.”

You sent him the rest of your thoughts telepathically: ‘I might be able to get him to the good side.’

‘Really?’ Goku asked you sternly, ‘I don’t want anything to happen to you.’

‘I know, but at least let me try,’ you pressed on.

“Fine,” he said loudly, “but if something goes wrong, you know how to contact me.”

You nodded at him.

Turles chuckled. “See, she wants me… didn’t see that coming, did you? It’s my superior Saiyan charm. The one you lost as you got too close to these humans…”

“Please, can we go now?” you asked Turles.

He kissed your neck, looking Goku in the eyes, who looked back at him with his fists tightly clenched.

“Of course, my pet,” he said, before he closed the pod, and you departed Earth again.

“Now, where were we?” he whispered, as he put his finger on your clit, making you moan and clench around his cock once again.

“Move, sweetheart, I want to feel you move up and down on my big Saiyan cock.”

You did as you were told and whined at the sensation it gave you. Turles kissed your neck before biting down on it, making you squeal.

“Turles,” you whined, “you make me feel so good, baby.”

“Look at you,” he chuckled, “such a pathetic mess for me. I love it.”

“Give me more, please,” you sighed.

“Beg for it,” he commanded.

“Please, Turles, please, I need you. I need to feel your Saiyan seed fill me up, I need you to make me cum around your big cock, please, please,” you whimpered.

“Good, good girl,” he said, grabbing your hips again and ramming his dick into you at a murderous pace, chasing his release.

“Yes, baby, yes,” you cried out, “fill me up with your seed, make me cum.”

“You’re such a slut for my superior Saiyan cock, such a good slut for me,” he murmured in your ear, “your tight pussy will make me shoot my Saiyan seed deep inside of you.”

Your view turned to white, as your orgasm hit you hard. You writhed and thrashed on Turles’ dick.

“Yes, sweetheart, yes,” Turles said, “make me cum, you’re such a good girl. Take my seed, take it, take it,” his low growls in your ear made you moan and sigh even harder as your climax washed over you. Simultaneously, you felt his warm, thick seed fill you up, as Turles growled loudly.

When you had both calmed down again, Turles wrapped his tail around your waist again, his hands roaming your tits and body. Your cunt clenched around his dick again.

“Can I stay like this, please?” you asked him.

“Like what?”

“Can you please keep your dick inside of me during travel?”

“How else did you think I was going to let you sit during travel? No, my pet, your pretty, tight and wet cunt is going to stay around my big dick. Don’t you worry about that.”

You heard the gas fill up the pod and you softly stroked Turles’ tail as the gas washed over you.

His groans at your touches being the last thing you heard, before you fell asleep.

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‘Oh no,’ you thought as your eyes opened to a bright light shining into your bedroom from the window behind your bed, ‘not again.’

You tried to move, but you were unable to, like always when this happened.

‘Fucking sleep paralysis,’ you thought. You went through all the steps to try and regain some control of your fast beating heart and unmoving body.

‘Breathe, relax. It feels frightening, but it’s just dreaming while awake,’ you thought, ‘your mind waking up and your body not yet catching up. You're paralyzed, because acting out your dreams is dangerous. You see a light shining into your room, because you're hallucinating your dream. It’s okay, nothing can hurt you, it’s not real.’

The bedroom window slowly creaked open and you heard a chuckle.

“I think she still believes it’s only a dream,” you heard a sleek, posh voice say.

‘What the fuck?’ you thought, ‘my dreams are really getting out of hand…’

“I still don’t understand what master Frieza wants with this creature. No sign of a power level and completely rendered incapacitated by the slightest use of the paralyzing beam,” another, more ragged and rough voice, said.

“Me neither, but if Lord Frieza sees fit to use this creature, I am not one to question that,” the first voice replied.

“I guess you’re right, let’s take her.”

You felt your body lift up from your bed, and your anxiety returned full force. What was going on? Was this sleep paralysis or not? Could this be real? Could all the documentaries you’ve seen and podcasts you’d listened to about alien abductions be real? No, surely not. This was just a night terror and sleep paralysis episode in one. A more than terrifying and realistic nightmare being lived out through sleep paralysis.

‘Just my luck,’ you thought, as you decided to wait the episode out. Still, your heartbeat went faster as you floated out of your bedroom window, into the light of an enormous spaceship that was hovering over your house.

‘Oh no, no, no, no, what the hell is happening?’

You had never had an episode like this. Usually, you’d wake up to an extraterrestrial being standing next to your bed. A white monster with purple patches on his head, shoulders, arms and legs. Its smile would send shivers down your spine, and its voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard.

The monster would ask you questions, but you could never reply to them as you were being paralyzed, which led to a bunch of insults and some shit talking the monster would engage in. Which, now you thought about it, was weird if these beings were the ones using a paralyzing beam on you. Apparently being an alien meant you did not have to make sense… ‘But were these actually even the same aliens, though?’ you wondered.

You floated into the spaceship, the looks of which reminded you of a hermit crab. Yeah, no, aliens officially stopped making sense to you by now. You entered the spaceship through an opening in the side of the ship and you were led to a brightly lit circular room. Weird pods stood at the edges of the room, lots of mechanics to them, but the front of each pod had a large glass panel. Looking into them there was empty space, making it look like they were used to put people in them. ‘Or other aliens,’ you thought, feeling more panic rising in your chest.

“Well, well, well, finally you have brought me my prized possession!”

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up at the sound of the voice uttering that sentence. You knew that voice all too well. It was the alien you had seen before standing at the edge of your bed.

“Of course, my lord,” the sleek, posh voice said, “we would not dare to disappoint you.”

“Quite right, Zarbon, you know you would not live to see another day if you dare to disappoint me.”

“Lord Frieza, may I ask,” the ragged voice began, “why do you like this creature so much?”

“It is not a question of liking, Dodoria,” the scary alien called Frieza answered, “it is a need to know what makes these human beings tick. Why are they able to create such powerful offspring with Saiyans, even though they do not have any power levels to speak of? I need to know that, if I want to be able to kill these Saiyans and their offspring. And this specimen is a fine one… I mean look at her, she looks exactly like one of those feisty Saiyan women; this specimen is one a Saiyan would fall for. That is why I wanted her thoroughly examined.”

The three aliens came into your view. The white one, with the purple patches, called Lord Frieza; a big and pink alien, with spikes on its head and lower arms, the one with the ragged voice, called Dodoria; and a tall bluish alien with a dark green braid, the one speaking with the sleek and posh voice, apparently called Zarbon.

Even though you couldn’t move, your body started shivering with fear. You realized there was no escape, no way out… And you had no idea what this examination was going to entail. Fear wasn’t even a good enough word to describe the immense terror you were experiencing.

You were sure you were going to die.

Dodoria started to undress you, roughly pushing your body from side to side while removing your nightgown. You could see Zarbon getting a table ready with weird tools on it. Sharp ones. Horror gripped you as you realized they were going to be used on you.

“Well, let’s see, what was it that these humans need to reproduce?” Frieza pondered out loud.

“I believe they need these,” Frieza poked a spiral tool, with a sharp edge into one of your breasts, making it jiggle, “to feed their wretched offspring. Perhaps we should open one up again to remind us what’s inside?”

Your eyes widened in horror, trying to plead with the alien not to do it.

“Ah, look at that, Zarbon, I see fear in her eyes,” Frieza mocked you, “she is scared we will hurt her.”

Zarbon chuckled.

“Don’t worry,” Dodoria growled at you, “we never hurt you more than we need to.”

Your panicked body started to move, even though it was still being paralyzed.

“What is this?!” Frieza exclaimed, “She should not be able to move with the beam we use!”

“No, my lord, she shouldn’t!” Zarbon agreed in a higher pitch, revealing his surprise and a slight hint of fear, “I’ll turn up the strength of the beam.”

Your body stilled as it was paralyzed again.

Frieza smiled menacingly at you as he passed the spiral tool over to Dodoria, who cut open your breast without any sort of warning. Blood flowed everywhere, all over your body, down the slab on which you lay bound by invisible chains. Frieza started laughing at the horror and pain on your face, Zarbon chuckling along with him.

Pain shot through your breast and spread across your chest. Breathing became difficult, as you started to hyperventilate due to the pain. You wanted to cry out but couldn’t. All that came out were gasps.

“Well, my, my, how clumsy of us, look at the mess we’ve made. You’d almost think we hadn’t done this before,” Frieza chuckled.

Realization hit you. Over the past couple of weeks more and more tiny scars had appeared on your breasts and you had wondered where they had come from. Now the grim truth was revealed. You were not sleeping, and neither were you dreaming.

This was all real.

“Dodoria, clean this up at once,” Frieza ordered the pink alien.

Dodoria beckoned two small aliens over and pointed towards the blood. One of the tiny purple aliens set to stitch your wound, the other started mopping up the blood. You wanted to cry out in pain as the stitching was performed without sedation, but you couldn’t. Tears streamed down your face, because of the pain, because of the fear you felt.

“Perhaps we had better start with what we actually planned to do,” Frieza mused, “although the cutting will never cease to bore me, we do have other more pressing matters at hand. Zarbon, where are the speculum and the syringe?”

You didn’t know your body was capable of holding more panic, yet it filled your body once again, as you wondered what they could possibly use a speculum and syringe for.

‘Oh no…’ your mind started racing, as you did try to move and look for an exit to run towards, knowing it was all utterly in vain.

Dodoria spread your legs apart and bound them to the slab you were laying upon. Zarbon walked over with the speculum and without any warning or hesitation shoved it inside your cunt, before opening it. Tears formed in your eyes at the agonizing sensation between your legs.

“See, I was thinking,” Frieza bent over you, his face inches away from yours, “if these Saiyans can mate with human beings, creating such a strong offspring, then why can’t I?”

You tried to shake your head in disbelief, wondering what Saiyans were, still unable to move.

All of a sudden you felt another sensation, a weird one, almost ticklish. You realized Zarbon must be putting the syringe into your womb. The syringe that contained Frieza’s sperm. You felt the liquid enter your body and you wanted to vomit. Still, you couldn’t move.

When Zarbon was done and removed the syringe and speculum as roughly as he had put them into you, he said: “All done, my Lord. Shall we proceed to bring her home?”

Frieza stroked a strand of hair from your face, the gesture almost tender. It made you nauseous.

“Yes, take her home, but be careful with her. I don’t want anything to happen to her! She will be carrying my offspring after all,” Frieza snapped at Zarbon and Dodoria.

Frieza turned to look at you.

“I will be seeing you again soon, my dear surrogate. And I do hope you will make me happy, by giving me what I am owed: healthy and strong offspring to inherit my title and realm.”

With that everything turned black in front of your eyes. You had passed out.

A few weeks had passed, but the memory of the night terror and sleep paralysis episode remained. It felt like nothing had changed in your body, so you had deemed it all not real.

You started your regular morning routine, walking over to the mirror after your shower and drying it so you could see your own reflection. A loud scream escaped your lips as you saw your abdomen.

‘No, it can’t be!’ you thought, ‘Yesterday evening it all looked normal, how can this be?’

A memory came flooding back to you. You didn’t know when it had happened, all you knew now, looking at yourself in the mirror, was that it had all been real…

“Yes, Zarbon, I see it,” Frieza had exclaimed with an evil sense of joy, “she is pregnant. Hahaha, how marvelous! Now I will finally be able to defeat those nasty monkeys!”

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I felt comfortable sitting on one of the soft orange pillows that lay scattered across the large window bench in the small wooden cottage in the woods where you lived. A fire was lit in the small fireplace over by the sofa, making the atmosphere warm and comfortable. I looked at you; hair beautiful, face radiant, twinkle in your eye. The only thing that gave away your anxiety was the slight tremor in your hand as you walked over and handed me my cup of herbal tea. 

You smiled and I felt that familiar drop of my stomach. I had never been one for romance. Being with Launch had made that very clear. Well, her complaints did. I thought I'd never be involved with anyone after that. But you... you were different. You allowed me to be me. Never complaining about what I gave, or, more importantly, what was not in my nature to give. It felt right. Like it was supposed to be. 

Over the years I learned more about you. About the traumas you suffered in your short life; the different forms of therapy you had followed, trying to heal. The one thing you said really worked was mindfulness and meditation. It was something we eventually bonded over. I told you how my third eye had appeared after years of intense meditation and you had asked if I could help you get into deeper states of meditation.

You had complained about your difficulty focusing on your body while doing body scans, because of physical abuse you had suffered. You had lived in your head for so long, not relying on your body anymore, not wanting to feel the pain it could give you. That was when our bond grew even deeper. You asked me if I could perhaps help you, by touching the parts that were named in your guided body scans. It had made me nervous, since I didn’t want to cross your boundaries, but I knew you showed a great deal of trust in me by just asking me this. It felt wrong to not help you, and, after all, I did want to help you.

The first time I was allowed to touch you I had to use all my powers to restrain myself from kissing you. You lay there and I was allowed to touch you. I had to keep reminding myself it was for help, and nothing else. You had not hinted, neither constented to anything else, and I would never cross that boundary. You knew that, that’s why you trusted me. That’s why you had asked me for help, instead of someone else.

We did this for a while, and in some ways it got easier for me, and in others harder. A couple of months ago you had sat up after another body scan and you had touched my cheek, gently, with the tip of your fingers.

“Is it weird?” you had asked, “is it weird that we do this?”

“No,” I had simply stated, “it is whatever we make of it. And if it helps you, than that’s good and not weird.”

“Thanks.” You smiled softly, leaning over to me. You didn’t close the gap though, it had been an invitation towards me. An invitation I accepted with relief and gratitude. Finally I could admit to you, what I had to admit to myself after Chiaotzu had pointed it out to me. I was hopelessly in love with you.

Our relationship grew, but as it did, some of your traumas resurfaced. That’s what led us to today. The reason I was sitting here, next to you, drinking tea, while you were trembling.

“Do you have any doubts?” I asked you, looking at your trembling hands.

“No,” you assured me, “none at all. We had a clear safety negotiation and I trust you.” You looked around and showed me the small stressball you’d hold during your hypnosis, the one you would drop if you wanted me to stop.

“Good, I’ll keep an eye on it at all times.”

You chuckled and I looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Which one?” you giggled and I just shook my head with a small smile.

“I love you, but you’re an idiot,” I told you.

“Good,” you replied, “because I love you too.”

When we finished our tea, and your trembling had subsided a little, you undressed and lay down on the pillows and blankets on the window bench. I kissed you and asked if you were ready. You nodded as your hand gently stroked my face.

“Close you eyes and focus on my voice,” I told you, “feel the blankets underneath your body, the pillow underneath your head.”

You shifted as you noticed what I was telling you about your surroundings.

“Good, I see you feel it.” I took a little pause, before continuing: “The smell of cinnamon tea still hangs in the air.”

You breathed slightly deeper, taking in the scent.

“Very good.” I waited. “I see you checking if what I was saying is true.”

A relaxed smile formed on your face.

“You smile because you hear my voice, you’re focussing on it.” Another short break.

“You’re slowly getting into a trance, going deeper and deeper as you focus your attention on my voice. Your body becomes heavier as it relaxes more into the surface underneath you. You feel excited for what is to come.”

Your trembling had completely stopped by now, and your breathing, which had been shallow before, had completely evened out. You were under.

“Feel how your body has stopped trembling, how your breathing has evened out. You are in a trance now, still focussing on my voice. But know that at any time you can drop the ball in your hand as soon as you feel uncomfortable, or say something to me when you need to. We’re doing this to help you relax,” I stated, “you know that, right?”

“Yeah,” you breathed.

“You feel my hand stroke your arm,” I said, as I slowly stroked up and down your right arm, “but it does not feel ticklish as it usually does. You feel relaxed, safe, loved.”

You sighed happily.

“Your whole body is relaxed, safe as it hears my voice, loved as I touch it. There is no need for you to pull away.”

My hand went down to your thigh and for the first time since we had been together you didn’t flinch or pull away your leg as I touched it. You sighed as you leaned into my touch. My hand went to your stomach and you started to turn away.

“You don’t want to hide any part of your body from me. You want to lean into my touch, enjoy it. You want to show yourself to me, feeling safe and secure and beautiful.”

You arched your back as my fingers went over the soft skin of your stomach.

“As you listen to my words, you will notice that your attitude is changing. As I kiss you, you will feel the insecurity slip away from you. Is that something you’d want?” I asked.

“Yeah,” you sighed, “please.”

I kissed you and you kissed me back, slowly at first, then firmer, as if something shifted inside of you. Your insecurity was leaving you, making room for a new sensation you had not experienced before. You allowed yourself to enjoy my touch, my kiss, my proximity. Not that you didn’t before, but there was always a small hesitation. A boundary you told me you hated was there. That’s why we were doing this now.

“When I say the word ‘relax’ your body will relax when I touch you, instead of retreat. You will feel safe and loved. Is that okay?”

“Yes,” you whispered.

My hand stroked your cheek and as it moved to your neck, and I noticed you recoil ever so slightly.

“Relax.”

I stroked your neck and you sighed.

“See,” I said, “you can relax as I touch you. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

You nodded in agreement.

“This we will take with us from this experience. Your body being able to relax during intimacy when I say the word ‘relax’. But you will always be able to voice your consent. This is purely about the retreating your body does that you told me you did not like. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Yes,” you said.

“Do you agree with what I’m saying?”

“Yes.”

“Good. We can always go back to practicing like this. But for now I’m going to let you wake up again. Waking up knowing something has changed for the better. Your body becomes lighter as you come out of your trance. And as I count to three, your eyes will slowly open again and you will fully wake up. One... two... three...”

Your eyes fluttered open and a smile appeared on your face as you saw me.

“Take it easy,” I said, “is there anything you need right now?”

“Can you hold me?” you asked.

I lay down next to you and took you in my arms, covering you with one of the blankets laying around us on the window bench.

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

“Relaxed,” you smiled, turning your head to kiss my cheek, “I wanna see if it worked.”

“First I’m going to get you another cup of tea,” I urged, “but I’ll be here all night, don’t worry. We'll have enough time to try it out.”

You smiled and gave me another kiss.

“Good.”

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The moment you heard it, you started crying. You couldn’t stop. Erasure of the whole Universe... Every single universe that would lose in the Tournament of Power would be erased. After everything you had been through, all the adversities you had overcome… You did not know how to deal with this news. As soon as you had arrived back on Earth with the others, you had run away, going home as quickly as you could.

He had come after you. He was worried, although he wasn’t quite sure why. The feelings he had around you were uncommon to Shin. You were a mere mortal, and he was not sure he was supposed or even allowed to have these kinds of feelings for you, being a Supreme Kai himself. But he did, and right now he felt worried about you.

He followed you home, asking you what was wrong.

“Everything!” you yelled, “How does that not compute with you?! We will all perish, because Goku wants a good fucking fight. I hate him! How can he do this to us?!”

You started crying and what you said struck a chord with Shin. You were right, you were so right. Everything was in the balance over the challenge one man desired. Suddenly, realization hit him. He could lose you; he would lose you. No, he didn’t want to think about that, they had to win somehow. But it was too late. Realizing he could lose you made him sad. Not just sad, it felt like infinite despair thinking about losing you.

Hearing Shin cry, startled you. You had never heard nor seen him cry. It was weird. You felt weird. Arousal started to flow through your body. ‘What’s this?’ you thought, not being able to pinpoint what was happening to you.

You looked into his eyes and saw the same yearning you felt. The same arousal over the same emotion. Your tears being something that linked you, something that made you feel close and yet, something that felt a little weird, maybe even wrong. How could you get this aroused by someone else’s tears? And then it struck you: emotions aren’t good or bad, so how can it be bad if it arouses you?

Your hand went to his cheek, not to wipe the tears away, but to feel them on your fingertips. Warm, wet. You bent forward and kissed his cheek. Feeling the same sensation on your lips, made wetness pool in between your legs. You sat back up again and licked his tears off your lips.

Shin’s mouth was agape in wonder. He had never felt this way. He had never been this aroused in his whole existence. Usually, he felt deterred by other people’s feelings of arousal. He found it perverted in a way. Yet, here he was, having to take all his judgements back, retract them one by one. He knew now, he understood now. Any being could feel like this.

Maybe it was a natural way of feeling, a natural way of being. To him this feeling he had right now was like it was supposed to be. He was supposed to feel like this about you, around you. The tears you shared, a sacred bond. A quiet declaration of feelings still left unsaid.

Shin wanted to kiss you, but he felt unsure of himself. You saw the hesitation in his eyes and decided to bend over to him, gently pressing your lips to his. They were softer than you had imagined. The salty tears still streaming down his face, mingling with the taste of caramel on his lips was nothing if not beyond divine. You opened your mouth and licked his lips. He followed, wondering how he knew what to do. His hands started roaming your body as if they had never done anything else.

You moaned into his mouth. Or was it a sob? Shin tasted more salty tears, and he realized you were still crying. He wanted to be close to you, as close as he could. He wanted to comfort you. No, he needed to comfort you. He was confused. Mainly about the sensation in his dick. He had never felt it twitching like it did right now.

Shin’s hands went to undress you, he had a desperate need to see you naked, feel your soft skin under his hands, touch you with his lips. You tugged on his clothes as well, slowly revealing the pale purple skin hidden underneath, and it didn’t take long for the both of you to be naked, slowly stumbling towards your bedroom.

You dragged Shin on the bed with you, put your legs around his waist, pulling him as close to you as you could. Desperation seeping from you in everything you did. Tears still rolling down your cheeks.

“I don’t want to lose all this,” you whispered into his pointy ear, another wave of emotions hitting him again as well.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he told you through tears of his own, before he buried his head into your neck, kissing every bit of skin he could find, while his hands tried to feel every part of your body they could find as if trying to remember it. He knew remembering wouldn't be possible if the both of you were erased. Nevertheless, he tried.

You moaned at his touches, your own hands tracing his frame. His muscled arms and chest, usually hidden underneath modest clothing. Finally, you had permission to put your hands through his mohawk, something you had been wanting to do for a long time. It had been such a long time since you had fallen for Shin. You never thought you’d ever be this close to him. Naked, in bed, kissing each other, hands exploring bodies. It was all you had ever wanted and more.

Shin put his forehead to yours.

“I need to be closer to you,” he panted.

“Yes,” you shuddered.

Without any hesitation he lined himself up to your entrance. You both gasped as he thrust into you with one slow stroke. The stretch he gave you was more than perfect, and even though Shin had never done this before, he knew that what he did was good. It was what he had to do right now. Universe and all be damned. He had to be here with you, to comfort you, to comfort himself. He had never desired anything as much as he desired you now.

Your movements, the way you clenched your tight cunt around his dick, your hand stroking his cheek; it was too much and yet not enough for Shin. He started to move with you, moans leaving his mouth like sweet nothings, tears still filling his eyes, and falling on your breasts, where they’d linger before rolling down the sides, or pooling in between them.

Shin kissed them away as much as he could. His own, yours, it didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was being here, together with you, moving as one, exactly like the Universe had intended, he now understood. This was nothing perverted, this was part of the experience of beings in existence.

You held on to him tighter, rolling him over and sitting on top of him. Shin looked at you with wide eyes, yet he said nothing as you bent over and kissed him, never stopping your movements on his dick. You sat up and put his index finger in your mouth, softly sucking on it, before you took it out again, placing it on your clit, guiding him how to move it.

He felt the spot you meant for him to rub, and he did exactly as you had shown him. You moaned and arched your back, exposing your breasts to him even more and his other hand went to massage one, then the other, playing with your nipples, squeezing them, rolling them between his fingers. His thick cock twitched inside of you, hitting just the right spot inside of you, making you moan loudly, tears filling your eyes again.

Your orgasm hit you hard. You thrashed on Shin’s dick, feeling completely overwhelmed with all the sensory input your body received. You cried out in ecstasy and tears streamed down your face once again.

Shin looked at you and felt a knot form in his stomach, his cock twitching inside of you as you clenched and unclenched your pussy during your climax. Your tears sent him over the edge. He couldn’t help it, he knew these were tears of joy, of pleasure, and he relished in them. He felt proud that he was capable of giving you all these emotions, of letting you come undone by his mere movements and proximity.

Shin whined as he spilled his seed inside of you. He pulled you close to him, burying his face into the crook of your neck again.

“What have I done?” you heard him whisper and you looked up at him.

“I’m sorry,” you replied, “it was never my intention to make you uncomfortable.”

“No!” Shin blurted out quickly, “that’s not at all what I meant. I am a Supreme Kai; the care of the Universe should always come first. I don’t know what happened. I have never let myself go like this before.”

“I understand.” You got off him and started to get dressed again.

“Once, but not again,” you simply stated.

“Yes, I am sorry,” Shin apologized, “I cannot act like a mere mortal, you must understand.”

You watched him get dressed as you scolded yourself: ‘What else did you think was gonna happen, fucking a deity? You should have known better! It’s not fair to expect anything more.’

Shin wiped away your tears before he left, leaving a chaste kiss on your cheek before he said: “See you at the Tournament, I guess.”

“Yeah, see you then,” you sighed, before you watched him turn around and leave.

Your heart heavy and soul burdened. Exactly the way it should be, when getting involved with a God…

Chapter Text

“Could you stop bloody butchering me?” you panted as you walked into the cafeteria with Raditz, after an intense sparring session.

“Never,” he replied, “how else are you supposed to learn anything new?”

He gave you a playful push as you both went for the dinner buffet, which was set up at the far end of the cafeteria. You saw Nappa sitting at a table already and you waved at him, only to receive a severe scowl in return. ‘What’s up with him?’ you thought.

“Oh, my Gods...” Raditz stood still in front of you, making you bump into him. You followed his gaze, your eyes going wide, as your mouth started watering.

“Beer,” you smiled as you practically ran towards the tin cans filled with golden liquid and white foam. You grabbed as many cans as you could carry and walked them over to the table Nappa had already occupied.

You raised your eyebrows in wonder over his scowl.

“Who’s got your nickers in a twist?” you questioned him, “Fuck’s sake, we got beer tonight!”

“Beer?!” Vegeta asked, walking up to you, with an uncharacteristic cheerfulness to him.

“Yes, my prince!” you told him, “The golden liquid of the Gods!”

“Finally,” Raditz sighed as he sat down next to you. Nappa’s scowl deepened.

“Who’s up your ass today?” Raditz asked him.

“If you don’t watch your tone with me, you’ll find out you are,” he growled at Raditz.

You put down a glass in front of Nappa and filled it from one of the cans you had brought to the table with you.

“Well, let’s get you loosened up a little. No need for more fighting today,” you stated.

You poured everyone a beer and held up your glass.

“Cheers, to having good days, even though they are scarce in this shithole of a PTO,” you said lowering your voice at the end of the sentence, so no one around would go and snitch on you to Frieza.

“Cheers!” the other Saiyans agreed with you.

You sat down and drank your glass in one go, as if you were afraid someone might come to take your favorite drink away.

“Fuck me, that’s good,” Raditz sighed.

“Almost as good as sex,” you added.

“Almost,” Vegeta agreed.

“When’s the last time any of you got laid?” Raditz asked, making you snicker. It was so like him to ask obnoxious questions like that.   

“Way too long ago,” you admitted, “can’t even remember what it’s like…”

You looked over at Nappa and felt that familiar feeling of anxiety. Positive anxiety, but it still made you insecure and unsure of yourself. Wetness pooled in between your legs… ‘Shit,’ you thought, hoping no one at the table would notice.

“Last assignment,” Vegeta replied to Raditz' question.

“You lucky bastard,” you told Vegeta.

“And you?” you directed your question back at Raditz.

“Last week,” he stated triumphantly.

“You slut, who was it?” Vegeta asked him.

“A cook here, with the cutest face and biggest tits I’ve ever seen,” he sighed.

“Tch,” Vegeta replied, “do you have to be so vulgar?”

“You know what it’s like with us third class warriors, my prince,” you told Vegeta, “Don’t act like this is something new.” You winked at the prince. Vegeta shook his head disapprovingly before directing his attention to Nappa.

“What’s up with you today? We have beer, and you look like you were defeated by a bunch of Saibamen.”

Nappa looked at you with furrowed brows before turning to Vegeta, saying: “Nothing, just tired, is all.”

The evening went on. Lots of banter between you and Raditz, Vegeta sighing occasionally over your ‘vulgar comments’ as he put it. But Nappa was not his usual self. You kept noticing him stealing glances at you. Still scowling, though. It felt like you had done something wrong, but you just couldn’t fathom what it was.

Across from the table Nappa was looking at you. Noticing how your hair swayed around your face as you looked from Raditz to Vegeta who were discussing fight strategies. The gleam in your eyes looked like the stars he had seen from the space pods he’d travel the Universe with. And the way your uniform fitted around your body, accentuating your breasts, had made him hard. He shuffled in his chair, trying to hide it. The alcohol didn’t help, it always made it easier for him to get aroused.

He hated the way he felt around you. He hated how insecure he felt as you joked around with Raditz. Yet, he couldn’t help it; he wanted you. He had wanted you for a while now. You had grown up to be a fine Saiyan woman and a good fighter at that. You were younger than Nappa, yet years older than Vegeta and Raditz. But you had never made a pass at him. Never given him a second glance. Until tonight. He kept eyeing you, but noticed that every time he looked your way, you were also looking at him. Perhaps it was the beer, but Nappa hoped it was more than that.

You got up, having to go to the bathroom and without hesitation and probably because of the slight intoxication, Nappa decided to follow you, not saying a word to his fellow Saiyans. Vegeta and Raditz looked at each other knowingly and smiled at each other.

You looked at Nappa with surprise as you came out of the bathroom.

“What are you doing here?”

“Why are you flirting with Raditz?” he snapped at you.

“Oh, someone’s jealous…,” you sneered back at him, “I’ll have you know he is like a little brother to me, so get off my dick and let me get on yours.”

You swayed on your legs a little, while anxiety boiled up in your chest again. What had you just said? Oh, Gods… The booze had made you brazen. Yet, you wondered; was the general actually jealous of your banter with Raditz? Could it be he wanted from you, what you had wanted from him for years now? You sure hoped so, looking at his tall stature, his big muscles, the astonished expression on his face at your comment. Gods, you were weak…

He grabbed a hold of you, before you could brace yourself and he threw you over his shoulder, while you let out a surprised shriek.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Somewhere private,” Nappa growled, and heat rose in your cheeks. Could it finally be happening?

You noticed he stood before his quarters as he beeped open the door with the tag that had been implanted in his arm. Every soldier in the Frieza Force, residing at PTO headquarters had been obligated to get one.

He walked into the room and set you down on the floor, grabbing a hold of your waist as you were swaying from the booze.

“You’re wasted,” he said, as you noticed him slurring the words a little.

“Tipsy,” you giggled, “and I am not the only one, General Word Slurring. Besides, I do still know what I’m doing.”

“That so?” Nappa said, a smile appearing on his face for the first time this evening.

You sat down on your knees in front of him, dragging down his pants. You licked the precum of the tip of his thick cock, before taking his whole length in your mouth, making Nappa growl loudly. Your hands massaged his big thighs, and Nappa grabbed a handful of your hair, guiding you at the pace he needed you to go. You resisted, though, wanting to tease him a little. You bit into the tip softly and Nappa groaned at the sensation.

“You’re such a good girl for me,” he moaned.

You sucked even harder on his dick, licking faster, hoping for more praise from the general. Your tongue swirled around his cock, and you felt every single ridge and throbbing vein in your mouth.

Nappa groaned loudly as he spilled his seed into your mouth. It tasted salty and bitter, and you loved it. You looked him in the eye as you swallowed all of it. His hand stroked your cheek, and he bent forward to kiss you. His kiss was rough, wild, filled with want.

You broke the kiss.

“You’re welcome,” you said, still lightheaded and tipsy.

Nappa grumbled out a laugh. It was clear that he had been drinking his fair share of alcohol as well.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he praised you as he started undressing you. He took of your pants and his big index finger slid through your folds.

He hummed in approval.

“Did sucking my dick make you this wet?”

“Yes, sir,” you said, your voice unsteady at his touch. He dragged you into the bedroom with him and bent you over on all fours.

He bent over your form, growling in your ear: “You ready for me, beautiful?”

“I’m so ready for you, papi, please, I need you,” you begged him.

You felt him lining his cock up to your entrance, before he entered you in one slow thrust, giving you goosebumps all over. The stretch felt perfect to you as he bottomed out, making you moan and buck into him.

“Such a good, good Saiyan woman for me,” he praised you.

“Yes, papi, give it to me, I need more,” you whined.

“What more do you need, tell me,” he commanded.

“I need more of you, please,” you moaned as pushed your ass against his groin, trying to get closer to him.

He pushed his thumb into your mouth, and you sucked on it, desperate for any touches he would grant you.

You heard him let out a chuckle as he held on to your ass, taking his thumb out of your mouth as he started massaging your asshole with it.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you begged him, and he put his index and middle finger into your mouth as well, making them wet before he slowly moved to push his index finger into your ass.

You let out a loud whine at the feeling of fullness in your pussy and ass simultaneously.

“I need more, papi,” you said, and Nappa didn’t hesitate. He put his middle finger into your ass as well and you bucked into him again.

He chuckled at your desperation for him.

“How long have you wanted this?” he asked you.

“Years and years,” you admitted.

“Good girl,” he chuckled.

He started moving his dick and fingers in and out of you, and the feeling was overwhelming to you. Your pussy clenched around his dick, your ass around his fingers and it took Nappa some effort to keep moving.

“These Saiyan holes of yours are strong,” he said, admiring your body. His other hand went to your boobs, massaging them one by one. Pinching your nipples until they got hard, making you thrash against him.

“You’re so desperate for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes, papi, I want you. Make me cum, I need to feel you fill me up, please,” the words fell from your lips, yearning apparent in every single one of them.

His thrusts became faster, deeper, harder as you kept begging him for more. With every thrust into you his balls would hit your clit, making you arch your back in pleasure.

“Yes, that feels so good, papi, keep it up, I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered.

“Yes, sweetheart, cum for me, let me feel your wetness cover my dick.”

His dick hit the sweet spot inside you, and he arched his fingers in your ass in a way that made you feel even fuller. You fell apart around him, around his dick, around his fingers. His balls hitting your clit sending electricity through your body. It was too much and still not enough.

You yelled out in ecstasy as you felt your fluids shoot out of you, covering Nappa’s dick in your slick completely.

“Yes, good girl, cover me with your cum,” Nappa growled, fucking into your harder, chasing his own orgasm.

“Yes, yes,” he groaned as you felt him release his seed deep inside of you.

“Fill me up, papi,” you egged him on, making his movements even more erratic as the both of you rode out your orgasm.

You fell forward on the bed as Nappa left you feeling empty again, after taking his fingers and dick out of you.

He lay down next to you, kissing you again, his hands roaming your body.

You broke the kiss and looked at him.

“Totally worth the wait of a couple of years,” you giggled.

“Good thing I got some liquid courage to follow you tonight,” Nappa said.

“Oh, we should see if there is still more, I hate to think how long it will be before we’ll have it again…” you said.

“Let’s go,” he said.

You both got dressed and walked back to the cafeteria.

Vegeta and Raditz looked at the two of you, as you sat back down and drank another beer in one go.

Raditz gave you another playful push.

“Well done, girl,” he said with a big smile on his face, “you deserve it.”

“Shut up,” Nappa told him, a small smile tugging at his lips, nevertheless.

“As long as it doesn’t interfere with the missions,” Vegeta stated.

“Don’t worry,” you convinced the prince, “it won’t. It can only make them go smoother.”

“Why?” Vegeta furrowed his brows at you.

“Two people perpetually keeping each other happy…” you winked at Nappa, “I think it can only help.”

“Tch,” Vegeta replied.

Raditz laughed.

And you tried to keep your composure as Nappa’s hand trailed up your thigh underneath the table.

Yes, this was exactly what you had wanted, and you were glad you finally had it…

Chapter Text

You landed on the soft patch of grass slowly, almost lazily. Looking around for your husband, you saw several beings staring at you with their mouths hanging wide open.

Your hand found its way to your necklace, that had a key hanging on it. You stroked it absentmindedly, as you usually did when you wore it.

You turned towards the man standing next to you, his mouth agape, and eyes wide.

“Who… are… you?” he asked you, “Your power is absolutely incredible…”

You looked the man up and down. Muscly arms coming out of the sleeves of an orange Gi he was wearing, his black hair standing around in peaks on his head, his eyes friendly. His energy was great, though not even close to yours or your husband’s.

You stated your name before you stated your business.

“I am looking for my husband,” you said with a stern voice, “he has been avoiding me and thus I will have to punish him.”

“Who… who’s your husband?” the man in orange clothes stuttered, a hand behind his head.

You ignored him, looking around the crowd of people standing there, when suddenly you spotted Lord Beerus, the God of Destruction.

You walked over to him, though it looked like you were floating over the grass instead of actually putting one foot in front of the other.

“Beerus, where is he?” you simply asked the God.

“He… uh… he was just here… not a minute ago…” Lord Beerus stammered.

“By Zeno,” you sighed, “you know him avoiding me is not helping him in any way, now, do you?”

“Ye-… Yes, milady, I will let him know when I see him again…” Lord Beerus said.

Behind you, you heard the short guy lacking a nose, whisper to the guy in the orange Gi.

“Wow, even Lord Beerus is scared of her… Do you think this could be Whis’ wife?”

You turned around.

“Of course I am, who else would I be? Now, have any of you seen him?” your question ringing out harsh, and your energy rose to a dangerously high level.

A man in some sort of white and blue armor sat down in front of you on one knee.

“He just went back to Lord Beerus’ world, my lady,” he stated respectfully.

“Would you look at that, someone with a decent sense of propriety. Thank you for conveying this information,” you told the man, whose black hair stood up in a regal black flame.

You knew he was royalty; you knew all about the people here as soon as you had sensed their energy. After all, that was your area of expertise, being an angel of claircognizance; you knew things; things you had no way of knowing. No one had to tell you anything, your knowledge of things was just present inside of you.

Yet, it irritated you to no avail that your husband seemed to manage to evade your presence. He thought he was being smart, but he didn’t know the punishment you had lined up for him… He was in for an agonizing treat.

You looked at Beerus.

“Don’t expect a swift return to your planet, I will be punishing my husband for a good while.”

Lord Beerus gulped at your statement as you turned around. He was aware of the dynamic in your marriage, but still, your statement shook him to the core.

Without any words of farewell, you teleported to Lord Beerus’ world.

You waited out in the gardens for the return of your husband, as he traveled slower than you did. You sensed his energy coming closer and you stood up straight, arms crossed, ready to welcome your husband.

He appeared in front of you, his thin eyebrows raised in surprise. He looked composed, yet the tremor in his voice unveiled his anxiety.

“Oh wow,” he stammered, “if it isn’t my lovely and wonderful wife.” He let out a nervous chuckle.

“Whis, my dear husband,” you started, “you know I was really looking forward to this ‘Locktober’ some mortals on Earth celebrate.” Your hand went back to your necklace, stroking the key once more, trying to calm yourself down. It was unbecoming of a being of your stature to lose control over yourself, but at the moment you felt heat rising in your cheeks because of your anger.

“I know,” Whis said quickly, “and we are celebrating it, are we not? I mean, I am wearing this contraption, and you have the key to it. I am your servant, and you are my mistress, that is a certainty, my dear wife.”

“But where is the fun in it, if you will not allow me to tease you with it? Running away from me only makes it easy for you, and that is not the intention I had with this,” you pouted at your husband.

Whis sighed.

“Yes, you are right, but it’s hard. It always is when we do this, and usually it’s just for a day or so.”

“I thought you liked it?” you questioned him.

“Yes, I do!” Whis hastily responded, “But these last couple of days gave me some reprieve. You must understand how much I love you and how much you excite me. Merely looking at you was enough to entice me so, that this chastity cage became painful after the first couple of days. That is why I needed a break.”

You sighed.

“Well, I understand, of course. But I’d rather you come talk to me about that. Running away from me and hiding is not the way to go about it, my love.”

“You’re right. I do apologize, it was a grave misjudgment on my end,” Whis said softly, his hand grabbing a hold of yours.

You closed the gap between the two of you and kissed him softly.

“You do know I have to punish you now, don’t you?” you whispered against his soft, purple lips.

“I know, mistress, what will you have me do?” Whis replied, stroking your cheek with his nose, the tender gesture melting away all your frustration from earlier.

“Pleasure me with your mouth,” you commanded him, smiling softly as this was not yet his true punishment. You liked making him compliant, to grant him a sense of relief, before hitting him with his true punishment.  

“Of course, mistress.” Whis carried you to your shared bedroom and went to undress the both of you, as was your standard command. He lay you down on the bed, the pink sheets fresh and soft against your back. He kissed you passionately, then moving down your body, leaving kisses and small bites in his wake, pausing to gently suck on your nipples.

You sighed as he finally trailed soft kisses on your cunt.

“Stop,” you ordered him, “lay down.”

“Yes, mistress.”

He lay down on the pink sheets on the bed and you moved to sit on his face. He wasted no time burying his tongue deep inside your pussy, slowly dragging it out and licking up your folds towards your clit.

You inhaled sharply as you grabbed a hold of his white hair as he sucked on your clit, holding onto your thighs to refrain you from moving. Although he was your submissive, he still knew that restraining you at moments was necessary to give you your desired pleasure.

You trembled underneath his touch, your hands pulling on his hair. He moaned as you pulled, and his moan sent shivers down your spine.

“Oh, my love,” you sighed, trying to find more friction, trying to move around on his face, while he held you firmly, “you’re going to make me cum.”

Whis looked up at you.

“It would be a privilege to witness,” he stated solemnly, before setting to work again, his tongue sliding in and out of you, over your folds, twirling around your sensitive bud.

You arched your back, whimpering at his movements. Your hands in his hair, trying to hold on to something as you lost your composure, you thrashed on Whis’ face, as your orgasm ripped through your core, your muscles, your bones even. He held on to you as you rode out your orgasm, looking at you lovingly.

You got off him and lay down next to him, twirling the key on your necklace between your fingers.

You looked at Whis and he looked at you.

“I love you,” he stated in a soft voice.

“I love you too, always,” you replied. You unclasped your necklace and Whis' eyes widened.

“Mistress, are you sure?” he asked you, almost not daring to hope.

“Yes, I am sure, but there is one condition.”

“What is it? I’ll do anything for you, mistress,” Whis almost whined in relief.

“You can only climax when I tell you to.”

“Of course, mistress,” he replied, a smile on his lips.

You opened the chastity cage and took it off him, placing it next to you on the nightstand.

Your hand found its way to Whis’ dick, and you stroked it gently. He didn’t need a lot of work getting hard, after being denied to do so for days on end now.

He moaned and you relished in the sense of power he gave you. No, the sense of power you had over him. You were his superior in every way and he had accepted it. It was what he loved most about you.

You climbed on top of him, still holding his dick as you slowly slid down on him, inch by agonizing inch.

“Don’t move! Stay still!” you ordered Whis, as he started bucking into you.

“I’m sorry,” he whimpered, and you knew this was going to be torture for him.

You took all of him in and Whis moaned loudly.

“You sound so pretty, my love,” you praised him, knowing that aroused him even more. A soft pink blush appeared on the blue skin of his cheeks, and you smiled.

“Such a good angel for me, so obedient and obliging,” you continued as you slowly teased your cunt up and down his throbbing cock.

“Please, mistress, I can’t hold it,” Whis whispered, making you stop all your movements.

“You are not yet allowed,” you told him. Whis closed his eyes and took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself down.

You started your movements again. Slow movements alternating faster ones. Whis closed his eyes underneath you, straining himself to not climax, like he was told.

“Such an obedient angel for me,” you told him, “You’re taking your punishment so well.”

“Yes, please mistress. I just need to release, please, I beseech you, just this once,” Whis begged.

“No, not yet. I’ll go first and then decide when you are allowed to climax,” you told him.

“Of course, mistress.”

Whis put his hands on your breasts, knowing how much you enjoyed him playing with them. He massaged your boobs, taking the nipples between his fingertips, tugging at them, twisting them around softly, pinching them.

You arched your back as your orgasm came close.

“Don’t stop,” you told him, “But don’t you dare to release yourself inside of me!”

He started fucking into you faster, which sent you over the edge. You screamed his name as you placed your hands on his chest, trying not to keel over with the intensity of your second climax.

You kissed Whis before you climbed off him and went into the bathroom for a wet towel to clean him up.

When you had cleaned him up, you picked up the chastity cage of the nightstand and put it back on his cock. Whis’ face fell, as you put the necklace with the key back in its rightful place around your neck.

“Ah, punishment,” he lamented, his face sad and blue.

You chuckled menacingly.

“You didn’t really think I was going to allow you to climax, while being punished, now, did you?”

“I knew it would be too good to be true,” he sighed, a smile appearing on his face. He loved this and you knew it.  

You kissed him.

“You did do a great job, though. I might do this more often,” you said.

“It was wonderful to see you climax so beautifully, I'm always up for that. Punishment or not,” Whis said cheerfully.

“Good,” you said, getting dressed.

“Where are you going?” Whis asked you.

“Well, someone ought to allow Beerus to come back to his home planet. And as I travel faster than you, it only seems fair that I go.”

“Ah right, he couldn’t have been too pleased being left behind with all the Earthlings,” Whis chuckled guiltily.

“As long as they have food, I think he has nothing to complain about,” you said.

“Oh,” Whis said quickly, “could you please bring some of that delicious food with you?”

“Weren’t you being punished?”

“I have been punished, now, haven’t I? Oh, my dear wife, you simply cannot deny me those wonderful delights…” he begged you.

You kissed him and said: “I like you begging, it might just make me take some wonderful food back with me for you. I’ll think about it when I’m on my way there.”

You winked and teleported away.

Whis knew you would bring him food. After all, you always took care of him. And basking in this comforting knowledge, he relaxed on the bed, waiting for your return.

Chapter Text

Butterflies flew around in your stomach as you waited patiently in front of your laptop for your boyfriend to appear.

“Hey,” you said smiling as his face filled your screen.

“Hey,” he replied with a tired smile.

“How are you? How is the conference?” you asked him.

“I’m tired, but the conference is so much fun! I’m learning a lot of new things, and it’s so exciting to be able to share my own research!” he explained.

“I’m glad to hear that, my love,” you replied to his enthusiasm.

You listened to him ramble on about the “bug conference” as you had dubbed it, much to Gohan’s dismay.

“So, how are you?” he asked you when he finished his monologue.

“I’m alright,” you sighed.

“What’s going on?” Gohan inquired, catching the slight slump of your shoulders.

“I just miss you terribly, that’s all,” you said.

“I miss you too,” he said, “so, so much…”

“I wish I could hold you.” Your whole body longed for his, it was almost painful.

“The bed is so cold at night,” you continued, “it literally causes my body to ache all over.”

Gohan looked at you through the screen of his laptop, his smile faltering.

“Yeah, I feel the same way,” he admitted, his cheeks turning a slight shade of red.

“What is it, baby?” you wondered out loud, seeing the red color on his face.

“My… uh… my… my balls… they literally hurt…” he mumbled.

You chuckled.

“I’m sorry baby, I wish there was something I could do about that,” you said innocently.

You stood up and backed up from the screen a little. Gohan’s attention focused on your movements as you slowly started undressing yourself in front of the webcam. He swallowed hard.

“Wow,” he said, sounding somewhat breathless, “you’re so beautiful.”

“Yeah, you like what you see?” you asked him, feigning innocence, as your shirt, pants, bra and panties hit the floor one by one, after you took them off in an agonizingly slow manner.

Gohan’s eyes turned wide, and his breath had gotten shallow and unsteady. You smiled enjoying the effect you had on him.

He followed your lead, taking off his clothes as well, exposing himself to you. You started salivating, your eyes fixed on the muscles of his arms, and his hard pecs. He slowly turned around in a circle, showing you his broad back and tight ass.

“Just looking at you makes me wet,” you breathed.

He took his dick, which was already hard after seeing you naked, in his hand, showing it to you through the webcam.

“Same here, babe,” he said, slowly stroking up and down his cock, precum glistening on its pink tip.

You sat down on your chair again, and put your feet up against the desk, exposing your wet cunt to Gohan through the screen of his laptop.

“So perfect,” Gohan whispered, stroking up and down his cock.

Your fingers went through your wet folds, gently sliding up and down, opening your labia to show yourself to Gohan. Your other hand went to play with your own breasts, massaging them, pinching your own nipples.

Gohan moaned at the sight of your state of longing for him.

“I wish I was inside your pretty pussy right now,” he whined, his hand tracing all the veins and ridges of his hard cock, squeezing it as if it was your cunt clenching around his dick, “I really want to touch your boobs right now…”

You put two fingers inside your hole and bent them to find the exact spot that would lead to your undoing. Your thumb started rubbing your clit. You moaned as you looked at Gohan, the sight of his naked body giving you goosebumps.

“I love you so much,” you moaned.

“I love you too, you’re so perfect for me,” Gohan whimpered.

His moans grew louder, and you saw him grab a handful of tissues; you knew he was close to his release. You decided to amp it up for him and moaned just that little bit louder, knowing he had always had a weak spot for the sounds you made during sex. Your fingers sped up, going in and out of your pussy. The wet, sopping sounds growing louder every time you moved your fingers around inside of yourself.

You felt a knot form in your stomach and whined: “I’m gonna cum.”

“Yes, babe, please cum for me,” Gohan breathed heavily, “you make me so hard, I need to see you cum.”

You felt your orgasm build and without warning you ejaculated all over the seat you were in.

Gohan looked at you with wide eyes and red cheeks, as he spilled his seed into the handful of tissues he was holding, grunting loudly.

When you both had caught your breath again, Gohan asked you: “Did you actually squirt?”

“Yeah,” you answered him, “I did. Guess I need to deep clean your desk chair tomorrow…”

“Nah,” he said, smiling mischievously, “you can leave it as a reminder of what a webcam session is capable of…”

You laughed.

“I didn’t know your momma raised such a dirty boy,” you snickered.

“She didn’t. This is all your doing, being such a beautiful and sexy girl.” He winked at you.

“I miss you,” you said, sighing loudly.

“I miss you too,” Gohan replied, “I can’t wait to get back home to you.”

“Just three more sleeps,” you grumbled.

“I’ll be back before you know it,” he tried reassuring you, “and then I’ll give you exactly what you’re yearning for. You deserve it, babe.”

You smiled as you closed your laptop after you said your goodbyes. Just three more nights. That was doable. Right?

Chapter Text

The leaves were crisp underneath your feet that Halloween day, as you held the thermos containing hot chai tea with both hands. Goku walked beside you in the forest, a sea of golden, orange and red colored leaves surrounding you.

“It smells so nice,” he said, with the childlike wonder in his voice you loved so much.

“It does,” you agreed with him, “it’s probably my most favorite smell in the world.”

“Yeah, I you told me before,” he smiled at you, “but I have to say my favorite smell in the world is you.”

Your cheeks turned red, and you slowly sipped your tea while walking, trying to distract yourself from the thoughts clouding your mind.

The silence of the forest was comforting as hundreds of trees stood towering around you, boasting with their colors.

Your mind roamed through your memories of spending time with Goku. There was never enough time in your opinion, yet you were grateful for every moment you were given with him. You stumbled upon a memory you were very fond of; that time he came home from training, last spring…

You checked your hair and lipstick again, nerves swirling in your stomach as they always did when you knew Goku would come home.

It wasn’t long before you heard the clear sound of his Instant Transmission, telling you he was home.

“Honey, I’m home,” Goku called out, making you smile. Ever since he had seen that greeting being used in a tv show you had once forced him to watch, he’d use that greeting for you.

“I’ll be right there,” you replied, checking your looks in the mirror one final time, before going downstairs to greet your husband.

He beamed at you when he saw the way you had dressed. A little black dress, your hair down, framing your face beautifully. You did not wear a lot of make-up, but you did wear your bright red lipstick; the one Goku loved so much on you.

“Wow,” he sighed, “is that all for me?”

“It is…” you replied huskily, moving closer to him, giving him a passionate kiss, “I’m taking you out tonight.”

“Where to?” he asked.

“First we’re going out for dinner, and then we’re going dancing.”

“Sounds good.” He smiled brightly.

You loved to dance. You would always dance while doing house chores, and whenever you sat down and heard music playing somewhere, your foot would always tap along to the rhythm. Goku had always loved to watch you move.

At some point he had joined you in a dance, and he had discovered that, one; he liked it. And two; he was actually good at it. That hadn’t surprised you at all. As a fighter, he knew his body, he knew how to work it, how to move it. You always noticed his instinctual movements in fighting, in sex. Dancing turned out not to be that different for him.

The café you went for dinner was simple, but had a great atmosphere. Dimmed lights, dark corners, and the food was absolutely divine. By now most staff recognized you and Goku, and they had stopped gawking at his immense orders of food.

It was nice to have him with you again. The conversation flowed smoothly, him telling you all about his training with Whis; you telling him all about the drama at your work. He actually listened to you, making you smile.

He had hardly ever listened to you at the start of your relationship, and you had made it more than clear to him that he should. It is what you expected in a relationship, and if he truly loved you and did not want to lose you, he should show some interest in your life as well. As he was very much in love with you, this was something he immediately adhered to.

After you had both gained enough energy for dancing, you left the café and went to your favorite Latin dance club.

The club was dark, some colored lights travelled around the dancefloor, which was packed with sweating bodies moving to the flow of the slow Latin music playing.

You grabbed Goku by the wrist and dragged him to the middle of the dancefloor. You started swaying your hips to the rhythm and he stood behind you.

The rhythm was slow, the bass loud. The music oozed sex and it was exactly what you craved after Goku had been gone to train for a couple of weeks. His hands moved to your hips as he pressed his front into your back, following your movements. You felt the control he had over his body. The same control he would use fighting his enemies, he now used to enjoy the music with you.

You felt him grinding his dick against your ass and he got hard doing so. His breath was hot against your neck, giving you goosebumps. You put your right arm up and placed it around his neck, slowly sliding up his hair, while he kissed your neck. Your other hand was on the arm he had put around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You swayed your hips, still grinding your ass against his dick.

Goku sneakily pushed you towards one of the dark corners of the dancefloor. He turned you around and pushed your back into the wall. You felt his hand trail up your dress, before it disappeared underneath the fabric and found its way to your cunt.

“You’re not wearing any panties?” he whispered in your ear, just loud enough for you to hear over the music.

“Welcome home,” you moaned into his ear, making Goku smile.

“You’re so wet,” he remarked.

“I missed you and I need you inside of me,” you told him, bucking into his hand.

You fumbled with the buttons on his pants. Goku helped you with it, giving you a kiss on your lips. You were trying to be inconspicuous, as to not get thrown out of the club. After all, this was your favorite club.

Yet, the possibility of being seen and getting caught, made your heart beat faster. You felt your breath hitch as you realized you were really doing this. In your favorite club. In public. And it felt so good. Your hand grabbed Goku’s dick, guiding it towards your wet and aching pussy.

Goku put one of your legs over his hip, giving him better access to enter you. He didn’t care if you would get caught. He had missed you so much that all he cared about right now was being as close to you as he could get.

The slow Latin music was still playing in the background. Goku pushed himself inside of you, giving you time to adjust to his girth. You arched your back, which left your neck bare for Goku to sink his teeth into. You shuddered at the sensation.

He started moving inside of you to the rhythm of the music. You moved with him trying to stay unnoticed by the people dancing around you.

He placed his lips on yours, giving you a tender kiss. He knew exactly how to drive you wild. He instinctually felt what you needed. What kind of kisses, where on your body you needed his hands. His left hand was currently caressing your right thigh, while still holding it up against his waist. His hips moving forwards and backwards, thrusting his thick cock into you in the agonizing slow rhythm of the music.

You felt your slick sliding down your left leg. The sensuality of the moment leaving you completely breathless, and full of lust.

“I missed this so much,” Goku whispered.

“I missed you too,” you confessed, your hands roaming through his hair as you leaned into him for a sloppy kiss.

“I need you,” you whined.

“I’m here, beautiful,” Goku said, “you got me. All of me.”

You felt his dick throb inside of you with want. He made sure that every time he pulled out, his dick would stroke your clit. Heat rose in your chest, and you moaned, tugging at the messy black strands of his hair.

“Good girl,” he whispered, “cum for me, I want to see you cum. I’ve missed it so much.”

His encouragement sent you over the edge, and he held on to you firmly, so people wouldn’t notice your orgasm washing over you. Yet, you didn’t care anymore. All you knew was this moment with him. Being entangled, intertwined with the love of your life you had to miss so often.

Goku smiled at you when you had ridden out your orgasm.

“Come on, my love,” you told him, “Your turn. I need to feel you fill me up with your seed.”

Your words egged him on, and he was thankful that the song currently playing in the club had a slightly faster paced bassline than the one before. He moved his hips faster, trying to chase his own high.

He grunted in your ear. You felt so good to him, moving together as one to the music, as if the rest of the world was non-existent.

It didn’t take long for Goku to fill you up with his cum. He pressed his forehead to yours as he rode out his high.

“I love you so much,” he sighed, as he slowly pulled out of you, and set you back down on the dancefloor, buttoning his pants up again.

“I love you too,” you sighed, kissing him deeply, before dragging him back to the center of the dancefloor with a big smile.

“Don’t you need to clean yourself up?” he asked, dancing close to you.

You smiled at him, as you moved your lips close to his ear.

“No,” you told him, “I don’t get to feel this full because of you as often as I’d like. I’m good this way.”

Goku smiled at you.

“I really missed you. You’re such a naughty girl.”

“I know,” you said, kissing him again, before swaying your hips to the rhythm of a new song.

Goku moved with you, happy he had once again come home to you.

To be continued…

Chapter Text

Tears stung in your eyes, as you were thrown down in the middle of the courtyard of the Sacred World of the Kai of Universe 10.

“What has happened?” Zamasu’s cold voice rang out over the courtyard, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

“Stay out of this,” Goku Black growled at him, “this is between me and my wife.”

Zamasu shrugged his shoulders and wandered off. You were alone now, shivering at the thought of what was to come. Not that Zamasu would offer you any help, he hated the fact that his counterpart had actually dared to marry a mortal, even though you were a powerful witch. Yet, the feeling of being all alone with your husband right now made you shiver in fear.

You had disobeyed him. In public. Which wasn’t even the biggest problem you were facing right now. No, you had disobeyed your husband for Goku to witness. The biggest mistake of your life.

You couldn’t help it, though. Your whole life had been dark, so meeting Goku Black was just another step in getting closer to what you already knew. Today he had taken you to witness a fight. There were mortals on Earth trying to defeat him and Zamasu, and Black had gotten the order from Zamasu to put a stop to it.

One of those mortals was Goku, the man your husband stole his body from in another timeline. But this man was kind and protected those around him. He had offered to save you from your husband if you so wished. You had never encountered someone like that, and you didn’t know it could and would have such a profound effect on you.

During the fight you had shouted at Goku to look behind him, where your husband was waiting to punch him. The way your husband had looked at you when you did this, told you just exactly what kind of punishment you were in for. All the blows he couldn’t land on his opponent, would be yours to receive upon homecoming.

The sky turned dark with his anger as Black went to stand in front of you. You looked up at him while trying to focus on your own powers, trying to gather all your strength for what was to come.

The first strike hit your right cheek, and your head spun to the other side. You felt the sting of his slap on your cheek, and you knew it would turn red.

Another sound of a slap and your head spun to the right side.

“How dare you defy me?” Black growled at you, “Me, the one who is your husband, the one who is your salvation. How dare you?”

You whimpered in fear.

“Answer me, you witch! What makes you think that you can defy me?!” he shouted at you.

“I… I… I don… I don’t know…” you stuttered.

He grabbed a hold of your shoulders, which hurt you, and he put his face only inches away from you.

“You better come up with a proper answer, or we’ll be here all night,” he growled at you.

“He… he looked so much like you,” you said in a small voice, “I got confused.”

“Confused?! You got confused?! What kind of fool are you?!” he yelled at you.

“I’m sorry, master, I’m so, so sorry,” you whispered.

“Sorry isn’t going to get you anywhere, now, is it?” he said through gritted teeth. He stood up straight again, letting go of his painful grip on your shoulders. He held his right hand in front of your face, and it started to emanate a pink glow. The pink ki turned into a pink whip and tears started to fill your eyes.

“Turn around,” Black commanded you, and you knew there was nothing else to do but to oblige.

“Take off your clothes.” You did as you were told.

“Get on your knees.” The tiles of the courtyard were cold to the touch, and you shivered, sitting there naked, on your knees, under a dark sky, with the faint pink glow of your husband’s whip shining from behind you.

‘Give me strength,’ you thought, ‘please, give me strength.’ You sent your thoughts out to the Universe as you always did when your husband would punish you. It was part of your marriage, part of your agreement. He was your master, and you had to obey him. It was for your own safety, he had assured you, and after a lifetime of not being cared for or having anyone to keep you safe, this was what you craved.

You straightened your back, held your shoulders back, and your head up high. Your punishment would always get more severe if you didn’t show dignity in taking it.

You heard the crack of the whip before you felt it. The hot sensation of his ki on your back always sent shivers down your spine. It hurt and yet, you relished in the feeling of pain.

It gave you a sense of direction, this is what you knew would happen should you disobey your husband. It gave you a sense of control, knowing when the pain and punishment would come, instead of always having to live in fear of what was to come. Your husband had become your clarity, and you were grateful for it.

Another lash of your husband’s whip landed on your shoulders this time, and you bit your lip, as to not show any emotions. Your husband never liked it when you were showing too many mortal emotions.

The whip landed on your back and shoulders, one lash after the other, without pause, without mercy. Tears eventually fell from your eyes and burned on your cheeks, which had already suffered from the slaps you had received earlier on.

“Are you crying?” Black asked you and you let out a soft sob in reply.

The pink glow suddenly disappeared, and you felt your husband’s hand in your hair, forcing you forwards to sit on your hands and knees. You heard him slide down his pants and he set himself down on his knees behind you. He softly traced his tip over your entrance, but you knew there would be no kindness in him entering you, he would show you no mercy.

You gasped loudly as his thick cock entered you, hard, fast and deep. He gave you no time to get wet, he gave you no time to adjust. Tears kept streaming down your face as he fucked into you relentlessly. Your husband would raw dog you often as a punishment, but today was the worst he had ever done.

His thrusts got faster, and your body took over, your cunt finally replying to your husband’s dick by getting wet, making your punishment easier for you.

“Are you getting wet?” Black asked you, almost sounding disgusted, and you moaned in reply. A hard and loud smack on your ass was your punishment. You groaned in simultaneous pain and pleasure and another smack landed on your right butt cheek.

“Let’s see if you can handle this?” your husband said, as he put a finger on your clit, and he started rubbing it fast. He worked you up until you almost hit your orgasm, but then he stopped and pulled his cock out of you. You whined at the empty feeling he left after pulling himself out of you.

The pink glow returned, and you got another couple of lashes, this time on your ass. You started crying, earning you more lashes on your back and a couple of slaps from his other hand on your ass.

Without any warning he slid his cock back into you, put his fingers on your clit again and started fucking you again. The hard slaps of flesh on flesh echoed through the white tiled courtyard and through your tears you saw Zamasu standing at the edge of it, looking pleased with the way you were being punished by your husband.

“I can take it!” you shouted at him.

“I can see that,” Zamasu replied softly, “you deserve it.”

“I know,” you yelled, “I know, I am sorry. I apologize!”

“Enough!” Zamasu bellowed, and you stopped talking. He focused on Black and said: “Hurry up and finish this, we have more important business to attend to.”

Black nodded at Zamasu and Zamasu turned around and walked away again.

Your husband grabbed a hold of your hair, pulling your head backwards, making you arch your back as he sped up his movements. A knot formed in your stomach, indicating you were about to cum, and you knew you would cum hard if you did.

But you didn’t. Your husband shot his seed deep inside of you, his head buried in your neck, as he growled loudly into your ear. But as soon as he had done so, he pulled out of you again, his hand letting go of your hair. You fell on the cold, white tiles and just lay there, crying at the overstimulation and the release you weren’t granted. Of course, you weren’t granted release; this was punishment.

Black stood up, adjusted his clothes and looked down on your wrecked form.

“Think about what you did, and never, ever let it happen again!”

“No, master, I promise, I won’t do it again,” you managed to say through sobs.

“And don’t even think for a second that the filthy mortal is going to safe you. He has a wife; he has no use for you. And you and I both know you need someone to take care of you.”

“I know, master, you take good care of me. I am grateful for it.”

“Good. I expect you in the bedroom once I am done with my business,” Black commanded you.

“Of course, master, I will be there.” You bowed your head in reverence to him.  

With that your husband turned his back towards you and walked away.

Leaving you on the cold tiles, naked, crying, and secretly wondering if Goku would live up to his promise of saving you if you so asked him. Or was it true what your husband, Black, had said? Would you ever truly be saved…

Chapter Text

You laughed loudly.

I felt my face get red.

“I thought you might like these,” I said in a small voice.

“I do, I do,” you replied hastily, “it’s just really funny to see you holding them…”

I had bought handcuffs for you. I knew they looked ridiculous, but when I saw them, your face immediately came to mind. They did not have to fit me, they were intended for you. The hypnosis session had worked; you were able to be more relaxed when we were intimate. I was able to love you, without you recoiling from my touches.

You wanted to go even further, see how far you could push yourself.

“There is no growth in my comfort zone,” you had said. Whether it was wisdom or foolishness, I did not yet know. I moved with you as you worked through your trauma, and I would be there if your ideas backfired on you. I admired you for even wanting to try.

You wished so badly to be able to just let go. To just be and exist. I knew it was the best thing you could do, but I worried you might retraumatize yourself. I made you talk through everything. Every desire you voiced, we would explore together, see what was behind it, see if we could work with it.

Sometimes I would tell you no. Simply because I saw unease appear on your face, a slight trembling in your hands, your breath hitching out of discomfort.

But this... This you were certain about. You wanted me to handcuff you. You were calm and confident when you told me. And I could say nothing but yes. A yes that contained conditions, obviously. Safe word, safe action. We would use the stress ball again, the one you had held during the hypnosis session, for when words would be too difficult or too complicated to say.

The handcuffs were pink, soft, fluffy. You chuckled again; apparently you found it really funny to see me holding them out for you.

“Thank you so much for buying these for me,” you said, moving closer to me to kiss me, “I really do appreciate it.”

“I want you to be comfortable,” I said, feeling a bit shy.

I knew this experience would be a difficult one for you. You always felt this need to be in control, that’s how you had survived all of your trauma in the past. To let it go, to give it all to me, was a huge step. Sure, the safe word and action meant you would keep some control. Still, I was nervous. That’s why I had bought the pink, fluffy handcuffs. I wanted you to be as comfortable as possible.

“That’s really sweet of you,” you smiled, kissing me again.

Your tongue traced over my lips, and I opened them, granting you access to roam my mouth. Our tongues touched and swirled around each other. Your hands went to touch my head, which was soft, clean shaven as always. You moved down to my chest; you always said how you loved the muscles, how the strength of my body made you feel safe.

“You’re so gorgeous,” you moaned.

“Not as gorgeous as you,” I replied, “do you really want to do this?”

“Yes,” you stated firmly, “I trust you. I wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else but you.”

I smiled at the high praise, knowing that was exactly what it was. High praise. For you to trust anyone, after everything you had been through, was nothing short of a miracle.

I slowly started undressing you, and you fiddled with my clothes. You laid down on the bed and I grabbed one of your wrists, binding the cuff around it, putting them through the bars that were at the head of the bed, and then binding the other cuff around your other wrist. I put the stress ball in your right hand.

“Are you okay?” I asked you, “Do you feel comfortable?”

“Yes,” you replied, goosebumps forming on your body. You were nervous, I could sense it. Good nerves, though, you were excited for what was to come.

“Drop the ball-” I started to say.

“Whenever I feel uncomfortable, I know,” you finished my sentence for me.

I smiled and then I kissed you, before sitting up and letting my hands roam your now naked body. Your skin was soft and warm underneath my fingers. I slowly traced your outlines, your arms, the insides of your elbows. You flinched, and I stopped immediately.

“Relax,” I told you, “Just like you did during hypnosis. Remember that feeling, the safety. Know that I would never do anything to you or with you that you wouldn’t want me to do. Breathe.”

You took a deep breath in and breathed out slowly. My hand rested on your cheek, and you leaned into it.

“I trust you,” you told me.

“And you know I would never betray that.”

You smiled at me, and my hand went back to the inside of your elbow. You didn’t recoil. You closed your eyes, enjoying the sensation of my hands on your body.

I placed my hand on your neck, your chest, tracing the soft, round form of your breasts. My fingertips gently traced your nipples. Your breath hitched and you put your legs together. Yes, that was a clear sign. You were enjoying this.

I stroked down your belly, lower abdomen. Tracing your hips, down your thighs. You shivered. My hands moved to the inside of your thighs, and you opened up your legs for me. I traced them up towards your cunt, but stopped just shy of it. A soft moan escaped from your lips. It was the most beautiful sound in the world to me.

It wasn’t enough, though. I needed more. My lips wrapped around your nipples, and you arched your back, whining at the sensation. I knew I had control now, I knew I could do whatever I wanted to. Your body told me everything I needed to know.

I kissed down your body, my hands following suit. Your moans and whines telling me that you liked it, that you needed me. My dick went hard with want. You were the most beautiful woman I had ever met. The kindest. No matter what you had gone through, your heart had never hardened, and it filled me with awe.

If I had met you before I had met Goku, you would have been the one to get me over to the good side. I just knew it.

You whimpered as my breath ghosted over your pussy. It was glistening with slick, and it made my dick ache in need. Yet, I restrained myself as I put butterfly kisses on your cunt. You tried to come closer, but you couldn’t with the handcuffs keeping you in place. It was such a wonderous sight to behold. You laying there on the bed, willingly bound, surrendering yourself to me completely.

My tongue roamed through your folds, the sweet and musky taste driving me wild. I wanted you, I needed you. I licked and sucked the exact spots I knew would make you squirm, and so you did. Not once recoiling, my hands on your thighs, keeping you down.

I was in control and that is what you had wanted, what you had granted me. I didn’t know myself like this, but I knew you would always have this effect on me. I was a mess for you. I could do nothing but worship you. The soft skin of your thighs in my hands, the sweet aroma of your cunt on my tongue. I wanted nothing more than you and your luscious body.

Your moans grew loud, as you started bucking into my mouth. You yelled out my name in pleasure as your climax rolled over you in waves. Your body moving with the waves, as I kept on licking more and more wetness off your pussy.

When your movements slowed down, I didn’t waste any time. I positioned myself on my knees in between your legs, grabbing a hold of your thighs, moving them over my legs as I sat in front of you, lining myself up to your entrance. I slid into you in one thrust, burying my cock to the hilt inside your cunt, which was easy, as you were so wet.

I groaned at the sensation of you clenching around my dick. You always knew how to squeeze me just right. I started moving, and you moved with me, almost obligingly.

“You’re doing so well for me,” I praised you, making you moan once again. You loved it when I praised you. I knew it calmed you down whenever I told you you were doing well for me.

“It always amazes me how well you can take it,” I continued, as my thumb started circling your clit.

The handcuffs rattled against the bars of the bed as you tried to squirm out of them. Your eyes were closed, and I knew the handcuffs weren't bothering you.

No, it was just that whenever you got overwhelmed by all the physical sensations, you’d grab a hold of the bedsheets. That’s what you were trying to do, but the handcuffs wouldn’t let you. Instead, you grabbed a hold of the bars and bucked into me.

“I need you, Tien,” you whimpered, “I need more.”

I thrust into you, hard, deep, fast. I couldn’t stop, I let myself go. I let myself go, because you needed me to. Oh, how I loved the feeling of your tight, soft and wet cunt around my dick. You were so tight, squeezing me exactly the way I needed you to. I panted as I sped up my movements. I heard your moans becoming louder once again, and I lost it at the sounds of you reaching yet another orgasm.

I buried my head into the crook of your neck, groaning loudly as I filled you up with my seed. I felt myself disappearing into you, like we became one and the same at that precise moment.

I could do nothing but breathe. Breathe through the immense amount of sensations in my body, the emotions in my mind. I held you close, and you became my anchor. Without you I felt like I would be lost. I kissed your neck, and you turned your head towards me, pressing a soft kiss on my lips.

“Thank you,” you whispered, “thank you so much. That was everything I wanted and more.”

“How do you feel?” I asked and I looked at you with surprise as you replied: “Liberated.”

“How come?” I wondered.

“Because you allowed me to let it all go.”

I removed the handcuffs from you, the sound of the key unlocking it loud in the quiet of the room.

I held you close to me, and you sighed.

“Finally, it felt like it should feel,” you said, silent tears streaming down your face, and I kissed you.

And I realized I had never in my life felt prouder than right here, right now, at this exact moment…

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You sighed as you heard a loud knock on the door of your room in the brothel you worked in.

“I’ve another customer waiting fer ya,” the madam of the brothel yelled gruffly, “and don’t keep him waiting fer too long. Y’know how the insecure virgins always leave when they get time ter think about what they’re doin’!”

“Yes, ma’am,” you responded, “I’ll be there in a jiffy.”

Another virgin… You sighed feeling sorry for the boy who was apparently waiting for you.

‘What’s up with all these guys not being able to get a girlfriend anymore and losing their virginity in a loving way?’ you thought.

You quickly touched up your make-up and put on fresh clothes. You always used one of your best sets of lingerie and a little black dress for the virgins. Simple on the outside, enjoyable underneath. You thought the virgins deserved a good first time, and you felt a sense of responsibility about it.

You went downstairs to greet your new customer.

“There she is,” the madam exclaimed loudly, as you walked into the hallway, “didn’ I tell ya, she’s a real looker! You’ll get yer money’s worth, alright!”

Your breath caught in your throat as you saw the person she was talking to. Early twenties, lilac hair in a boyband haircut, beautiful blue eyes, shy look on his face. Yeah, definitely a runner if he had time to think.

Yet, there was something about him… His body was extremely toned, the muscles of his chest visible above the black shirt he was wearing. There had to be a sense of persistence to him, otherwise he would not have this kind of body.

‘So, maybe not a runner,’ you thought, ‘interesting.’

You beckoned the boy to follow you to your room, leaving the introductions for a more private setting.

As you arrived at your room, you opened the door for him and allowed him to enter the dimly lit room, showing the flower patterns on the walls. There was a bed with white linen sheets and multicolored pillows pushed against the wall, a vanity against another wall, and a large green velvet couch in the middle of the room.

“Sit down, make yourself comfortable,” you urged him, “Would you like something to drink?”

“Oh, I’ve got my own,” he said, taking a small square case out of his pocket. When he opened it, you saw it contained a row of small capsules. He took one out of the case, pressed the top of the capsule and threw it on the floor.

“What the…” you said in amazement as a small fridge had appeared on the floor of your room.

“What kind of soda would you like?” he asked you.

“Well, uh…,” you said, still flabbergasted by what had just happened, “I guess I could do with a cola.”

He opened a can and handed it to you, before grabbing one for himself.

“Thanks,” you said.

“No problem,” he replied.

His shy demeanor seemed to have disappeared and made way for a more confident side of himself.

You usually saw through the people visiting you in an instant, but there was something about this guy you just couldn’t pinpoint. It intrigued you.

You drank your soda and set the can aside, before stating your name and asking his.

“My name is Trunks,” he replied.

“So where are you from?”

His cheeks turned red.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you the truth,” he stated.

“Honey, I don’t work this job because I am innocent and unbelieving of the weird things this world holds. Try me.”

“Right,” he said, as if finally remembering where he was, “Well, I’m from the future.”

You raised your eyebrows.

“I see,” you replied, “and do you have a message for us?” You let out a soft chuckle.

“My message has been delivered to the people who needed to hear it.”

“Ah,” you said, playing along with him. This was not the first time someone had walked into this room, roleplaying. It did surprise you a virgin was doing it now, but nevertheless you went with it.

“So, what brings you to this establishment?” you continued to ask him.

“In my own timeline, my world has been mostly destroyed. A lot of people died. There is not a great chance for me to ever find a girlfriend back home.” His cheeks turned crimson, but his eyes turned sad, as he continued: “I'm just really curious about sex.”

You looked at him, a sense of belief rising in your chest. His eyes told you he was telling the truth, and you felt sad for him.

“Sounds fair,” you said, deciding to not dive deeper into his claims about being from the future, “I can definitely help you with that. Anything in particular you want to try?”

“I don’t think I know enough to tell you what I like,” he responded shyly, his cheeks turning red again, “I think I’d like for you to show me the basics, maybe more if you have the time. I’ve got money.”

You felt yourself already getting wet at the thought of being allowed to do as you pleased with this beautiful man.

A smile appeared on your face as you sat down close to him.

Your lips moved towards his slowly as you took his face into your hands. He moved towards you as well and his lips gently touched yours. Your tongue asked him for permission to explore his mouth, which he eagerly granted.

Your hands went to his purple jacket, and you took it off him, revealing his strong, muscular arms.

“You’re beautiful,” you murmured against his lips.

“Thanks,” he said, his confidence returning, “so are you.”

His hands started roaming your thighs as you straddled him on the couch. You slowly grinded down on him and you felt his dick getting hard underneath you. A soft moan escaped his lips as your hands went through his soft lilac hair.

You took off his black shirt and he unzipped your dress. You stood up in front of him and let the dress slide down your body. His eyes grew wide as he saw your body. You were exactly his type, and he stood up quickly, eager to trace your curves with his hands.

“Wow,” he breathed.

“Wow yourself, future boy,” you replied, huskily.

You took off his pants and made him sit down on the couch again. You sat down in front of him on your knees, your hands on his muscular thighs.

His cock was hard, and you started licking the tip, which was covered in precum. You took his dick into your mouth, inch by inch, letting the virgin enjoy this new sensation as much as you could let him. You had to admit you were more than attracted to him.

He moaned and started bucking into your mouth. He tasted good, and his moans were like music to your ears. Wetness pooled in your panties, and you couldn’t wait to climb on top of him. You sucked his dick harder, licking around the tip as you prepared yourself for his cum shooting into your mouth, as his sounds got louder and his movements became more erratic.

You looked up at him, through hooded eyelids, as he came inside your mouth. His eyes grew wide as you swallowed his cum.

“Do you actually like that?” he asked you, a shade of crimson painting his face again.

“Yes,” you replied truthfully, “admittedly not everyone tastes as good as you.” You gave him a wink.

You guided him towards the bed, letting him lay down on his back, your hand wrapping around his dick. Your hand traced up and down it slowly, getting him hard again. You smiled at his stamina; most guys couldn’t get hard this quickly after an orgasm.

You took off your lingerie seductively and saw Trunks swallowing hard. You proceeded to climb on top of him, enjoying the view of the lilac haired man lying underneath you.

“Ready?” you asked him, holding his cock at your entrance.

“Yes,” he stated clearly, his hands already on your hips, guiding you down on his shaft. You slid down on him, moaning at the stretch he gave you.

This guy had one of the biggest dicks you had ever had to accommodate, but you loved it. This wasn’t just pleasure for your customer, this was pleasurable for you too.

His hands went up to your breasts, playing with your nipples, squeezing them softly. You whimpered at his gentle touches.

“Does it feel good?” you asked him, wanting to check if he was still alright with what you were doing.

“More than good,” he replied, “but can we try another position? I need to be closer to you.”

“Sure,” you said, “did you have anything in mind?”

He made you lay down on your back and climbed on top of you, guiding himself into you again.

His face came close to yours and he kissed you as he started moving again. You rested your hands on his firm ass, squeezing it slightly.

His pace became faster, more erratic and you whimpered. No one had ever fucked you at this pace. It was heavenly, but you feared it would be over all too soon.

“Take it easy,” you told him.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked, as he stopped his movements, his voice laced with concern.

“No, not at all,” you calmed him down, “But I would hate for you to finish too quickly to properly enjoy it.”

“Oh,” he chuckled, “Don’t worry about that. I can keep this up a good while.”

He started moving again and you held on to him tightly. Trying to move at his speed was nearly impossible for you, and you decided to just enjoy the stamina and thick cock on this guy.

You moaned at how he filled you up, the way his dick stimulated the sweet spot inside your cunt, his soft kisses on your lips. The ones he placed in the crook of your neck made you shiver. Before you knew it, you felt a knot form in your stomach and your view turned to white.

If you had the clarity of mind you needed to think, you would have been amazed at this virgin making you climax by mere penetration. Usually, you needed more stimulation to even get to an orgasm.

He smiled down on you as you panted through your climax.

“Told you.” He chuckled.

“You do realize you have to pay me overtime the longer you go on, right?” you quipped back at him.

“From my perspective you’re worth every Zeni,” he whispered into your ear, giving you goosebumps.

Yeah, there was definitely more to this guy than meets the eye, you were sure about that.

He kept on fucking you, and you completely lost track of time. You also lost track of how many times you had climaxed, while he kept on filling you up with this cum, trying new positions every so often.

You were in awe of his stamina, and the strength he showed you; holding you up against the wall, holding you steady during doggy as you almost keeled over with the intensity of yet another orgasm.

There was something about him, and you still didn’t know what exactly. At some point you actually started believing his story about him being from the future. It put a smile on your face. If all men could give women this kind of pleasure in the future, that future would be a very bright one.

Tears filled your eyes as he finally lay down beside you after spilling his seed inside of you one last time.

“What’s wrong?” he asked you.

“Nothing. Don’t mind me,” you said quickly.

He held your chin with his thumb and index finger, making you look at him.

“Please, tell me.”

How could you deny those pretty blue eyes anything?

“It’s just that sometimes sex is so intense it leaves you feeling empty when it ends,” you explained to him.

He looked at you thoughtfully and then said: “That makes sense. What do you need?”

“Nothing, I’ll be fine,” you replied, “I made you spend a lot of money already.”

“Like I said, you’re worth every Zeni.”

“Right, okay,” you conceded, “just laying here, holding me, that would be enough.”

He took you in his arms and before you knew it, you had fallen asleep.

Trunks smiled, only caring about your well-being, not caring in the slightest about the money he’d lose while spending more time with you.

After all, he had chosen you for a reason…

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“Open your eyes, my dear husband,” you whispered into Whis’ ear, “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“I am having such a nice thought,” he whined, his eyes still closed.

“What is it about?”

“You… naked. It’s absolutely divine,” he sighed.

“Well, I am right here, and if you’d open your eyes, you’ll find I actually am naked,” you chuckled.

Whis opened his eyes, and his hands immediately grabbed a hold of you, pulling you closer to him.

He buried his head into the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath.

“Your smell never ceases to amaze and excite me,” he muttered.

“My love, you are so pussy whipped,” you chuckled.

“I love you.” Whis looked into your eyes, one hand cupping your face.

“I love you too,” you smiled at your husband.

“You said something about a surprise?” he asked you.

“Yes!” you replied, almost forgetting as you were getting distracted by your husband’s touches, “I was thinking, as Beerus is taking one of his long naps and none of the Saiyans are here for training, we could have some fun together.”

“Oh, don’t keep me in suspense, tell me more, please!”

“Well, I think it's more fun to show you…”

You got up out of bed, the crisp autumn air that came in through the open window giving your naked skin goosebumps as you walked over to your vanity, where you had gathered a surprise for your husband.

Whis followed you and his eyes widened as you showed him what you had prepared for him.

“Goodness, you do keep surprising me!” Whis said, looking at the wide array of dildos you had laid out for him. “These colors are so vibrant! It’s an absolute wonderful sight to behold!”

You smiled at his excitement, it was exactly what you had hoped for. You felt butterflies in your stomach, realizing you were still very much in love with your husband.

“I’m glad you like it,” you said.

“Which one do you want to try first?” he asked you.

“Well, I thought as we’re still celebrating ‘Locktober’, and you’re struggling a little, I would allow you a little treat. So, you can choose which one I will use on you.”

“Really?!” Whis face lit up with joy and your heart swelled at seeing his happiness.

“Yes, really,” you confirmed.

“The soft pink strap-on looks very appealing,” he said.

“Good choice, my love,” you said, smiling mischievously, “this one has a special setting for prostate stimulation. You’ll love it…”

You put on the strap-on dildo and Whis sat down on his hands and knees on the bed.

“This is so exciting,” he exclaimed, making you smile.

You lathered up the dildo with lubricant and sat down behind him. You spread his cheeks and massaged his asshole.

“Are you ready?” you asked Whis.

“Definitely,” he replied, taking a deep, relaxing breath as you slowly slid the dildo into his ass.

He moaned at the sensation, and you felt the familiar sense of butterflies in your stomach you always felt when you were dominating your husband.

Whis had been one of the most powerful beings in this Universe, until your mentor decided to assign you to Universe 7 as well. You remembered the first time you had met Whis and how awestruck he had been at your power and strength. It made you feel revered, worshipped. And that feeling was one you had come to covet.

He had pursued you, until you had agreed to marry him. Under one condition, he would have to be your submissive. Whis had agreed without second thoughts, and still didn't regret his decision. Not even for a minute.

You moved closer to your Whis, filling his ass with the dildo.

“I won’t be able to hold it for a long time, mistress,” Whis whimpered.

You stopped moving and spanked him hard.

“Don’t you dare climax, before I give you permission.”

“I simply cannot promise you, mistress, this feels so intense. Even with this chastity case I’m afraid I will not last.”

You bent over him, pushing the dildo in further.

“Let’s see how much you can take, my dear husband,” you whispered into his ear, making Whis buckle, before you caught him and helped him staying on hands and knees, “You know I’ll have to punish you if you don’t do as you’re told…”

Whis shivered underneath you, and you knew it was with excitement.

You pressed the button on the dildo and a soft humming sound filled the room. Whis grunted as he tried to hold back. You smiled as you ran a hand down his spine.

“You’re doing so well, my dear husband,” you said, “I’m so proud of you.”

His moans grew louder, and you immediately stopped your movements, the slow vibrating of the dildo against his prostate the only thing to stimulate Whis.

“Please,” he pleaded with you, “I need more, please, mistress. Allow me more.”

“Patience, my sweet angel, patience,” you purred into his ear, making him moan with want.

You started moving your hips again, back and forth, in a slow, agonizing pace.

“Yes, please, yes,” Whis moaned, making you stop once again.

You kept this up for a good while. Every time Whis would buck into you, moan loudly, or moved with you in a pace you deemed too fast, you would stop your movements, leading to whimpers and soft, desperate pleas from your husband. That was exactly what got you soaking wet.

You turned off the dildo and slowly slipped it out of his ass again.

Whis turned around, a devastated look on his face.

“Mistress…” he started.

“No!” you said in a stern voice, “I cannot allow you to do what you had sworn not to do for an entire month. You know how I feel about keeping your promises…”

“Yes, mistress.” Whis let out a defeated sigh.

“Besides… It’s my turn now…”

Whis’ face lit up.

“Of course, which one would you prefer I’d use on you, mistress?” he asked you.

You walked over to your vanity and picked up a large, purple dildo, handing it to your husband.

Whis smiled at you as you lay down on the bed, spreading your legs to give him access to your cunt.

“Ready?” he asked you.

“I suggest you see for yourself if I’m ready…” You looked at him seductively.

He let his fingers roam through your folds, his eyes lighting up as he felt your wetness. He put his fingers in his mouth, licking off your slick, moaning as he did.

“There is nothing that comes close to the way you taste. It is simply unrivaled in this Universe.”

He placed the purple dildo at your entrance and slowly slid it in, burying it as deep as he could inside of you. He moved it in and out of you, watching your face as he was trying to locate the exact spot that would make you crumble.

You moaned at his expert thrusts and moved in sync with the rhythm of his hand moving the dildo that was buried inside of you. Whis put the fingers of his other hand on your clit, rubbing it slowly, finding the right spot that drove you wild.

You felt tension building in your body. Whis’ fingers on your sensitive bud, the dildo pressing against the exact right spot inside your cunt.

“Don’t stop,” you ordered him, “keep going.”

“Are you enjoying this?” Whis asked you, smiling mischievously.

“You know I do, please, don’t stop.”

“It seems like the tables have turned, now, haven’t they?”

“Don’t you dare,” you growled at him.

He brought his lips close to you ear and whispered: “Don’t worry, mistress, I wouldn’t dare defy you. I love you too much for that. Besides, you look way too heavenly like this to do anything that would disturb that. It would be such a waste and a shame.”

His words sent shivers down your spine, and it was the last nudge you needed to go over the edge. You moaned and thrashed as you came completely undone, squirting all over Whis’ hands.

“That’s it,” Whis whispered, guiding you through your orgasm, “you look so beautiful. Your sounds are celestial, it’s such a privilege to get to see you like this, mistress.”

You kissed him passionately as he took the dildo out of you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you as close to him as he could, still in desperate need for you and your body.

“That was marvelous,” he sighed happily.

“Are you doing well?” you asked him, worried your edging throughout this entire month might at some point prove to be too difficult for your beloved husband.

“Never better,” he replied, “this month was a good idea. I get to enjoy your enjoyment way more than I would simply chasing my own highs. It’s a wonderful thing to experience.”

“Nevertheless, I will reward you when you make it through.”

Whis winked at you, smiling widely.

“Oh, yes… I am counting on it…”

Chapter Text

You sat at the breakfast table in the great hall on the Sacred World of the Kai of Universe 10. A cold had set in your bones, and you couldn’t seem to shake it. Your mind kept wandering to the Earthlings that had tried to fight your husband, Goku Black. One of the Earthlings was the one your husband had stolen his body from in another timeline, Goku.

During the fight, Goku had told you that if you ever wanted to be rescued, you should call for him. You couldn’t stop thinking about his offer. Did he really mean it? Would you even dare call for him? The last punishment you had gotten from your husband was still fresh in your memory, as were the wounds of the lashing he had given you.

The atmosphere grew dense as you felt the energy of another being entering the hall. You shivered as the slim, green glind, with white hair and cold grey eyes went to stand in front of you.

“I have never understood what my counterpart saw in you,” Zamasu mused, “but seeing you take his beating so well, did make me wonder how it would feel to have a mortal like you to play with. As my own personal pet.”

You gulped loudly at his words.

“Wh-… what do y-… you mean, sir?” you stammered, as fear started to roam your body.

“I want to know what it feels like to play with you. What it feels like to let out these disgusting cravings, that makes mortals so pathetic and weak,” Zamasu replied.

He moved closer to you and grabbed you roughly by your hair, dragging you from the chair you were sitting in. Remnants of your breakfast scattered down on the floor, as you tried to hold on to the table, yanking the tablecloth with you as Zamasu threw you on the floor.

‘All forces of the Universe, please, hear me!’ you thought, sending it out into the Universe as you would when you were in desperate need of help, ‘Give me strength to get out of Zamasu’s grip, let my husband save me. Send Goku this way! Anything to not let this happen to me. I know what he’ll do, and I don’t know if I’ll survive. Help me!’

Zamasu walked over to you, getting down on one knee, placing his face right in front of yours.

“I know you are trying to do magic,” he said, “it will not work.”

“That doesn’t mean I’ll stop trying,” you told him defiantly, casting a fireball at him, “you know what my husband will do to you when he finds out what you are about to do.”

Zamasu easily dodged your fireball, looking at you angrily.

“You think he will do anything to me? Oh no… You incredibly foolish and useless mortal. What you think he would do to me, he will be doing to you...” Zamasu smiled maliciously.

Your defiance faltered as the truth of his words hit you like a brick wall. Black would never turn on Zamasu. They were one and the same. Even if your husband had taken over the body of a mortal, and thus gaining some of his mortal emotions as well, the reigning being in the body was still Zamasu.

You stood up and ran as fast as you could, the powers of your witchcraft pushing you forward ever faster. But before you could even reach the door of the hall, you felt Zamasu grab a hold of your hair again, pulling you towards him.

His voice sounded cold in your ear as he whispered: “I will have to teach you a lesson for trying to get away from me; the master of your master. How dare you defy me?”

You tugged on your hair, trying to get it out of his grip. It was utterly in vain. Zamasu pulled you down to the ground by your hair, forcing you to sit on all fours, facing him.

“Just like the worthless mutt you are,” he taunted you, as he forced you to open your mouth and slid his dick into it.

You tried to gasp for air, but as you were only able to breathe through your nose it was impossible. You gagged at the sensation of Zamasu forcing his hard cock in and out of your mouth, trying to chase his own release, wanting to know what it was that made his counterpart keep you around.

You saw specs of black appear in your view, as you got lightheaded. Your body was trying to cough, but it only emitted gagging sounds, as Zamasu’s cock was filling your mouth.

Tears formed in your eyes, as you tried to not lose your consciousness. He moved his dick towards the back of your throat roughly, again and again and again. The sensation left you feeling helpless, you couldn’t move, you couldn’t run. All your body tried to do was get as much air into it as was possible with Zamasu’s dick blocking off your mouth and throat.

Drool leaked down your chin and pooled on the white tiles underneath you. Panic rolled through your body in waves, you were afraid this was it, afraid you were going to die for sure. Not being able to breathe, your view turned to black, until you felt a hard smack on your head.

“Don’t you dare,” Zamasu growled, “you will endure me, like you endured your husband!”

He fucked into your mouth savagely, until you tasted his salty and thick cum in the back of your throat.

Zamasu took his cock out of your mouth, and you threw up on the cold tiles underneath you, earning you another slap.

“How dare you spill my seed in such an unbecoming way. I guess I’ll have to teach you another lesson,” he said, his voice laced with anger. 

Zamasu moved to sit behind you on his knees, and he dragged your pants down.

His fingers slowly went through your folds, opening them, roughly putting a finger in your cunt, while he sneered at you: “There is no reason for me to use this hole. I cannot get you pregnant and continue a line of impure and disgusting mortals. That will not do.”

He took off his own pants and as he did, you tried to use the moment to get away from him once again. You heart pounded in your chest, blood running through your veins. Zamasu grabbed you by the neck, dragging you back towards him once again.

“Stop that, I command you!”

“Please, stop,” you started begging Zamasu, “I don’t want this. I need my husband, I belong to him. You can’t do this, it’s not proper, you shouldn’t do this.”

“I know what is proper and what is not, do not presume a disgusting mortal knows more about propriety than I do!” Zamasu snapped at you.

You felt his hand slide around your throat, applying just enough pressure for you to gasp for shallow breaths.

“No, please,” you begged, your voice slowly getting hoarse.

You felt the tip of his dick pressing against your asshole and you closed your eyes in silent defeat.

Zamasu tightened the grip around your throat as he forcefully pushed his dick into your anus.

Tears streamed down your face once again, as pleas to stop tumbled from your lips. The words were incomprehensible and incoherent due to the lack of oxygen as Zamasu squeezed his hand even tighter around your throat.

Words no longer came from your mouth, all you could manage were strangled sounds. You started to get lightheaded and welcomed the feeling. As long as you didn’t have to feel the rough, harsh and painful thrusts of Zamasu’s large cock in your tight and unprepared butthole.

But Zamasu did not let you lose consciousness. He would loosen his grip as he felt your body relaxing, waking you up out of your doll-like state of unconsciousness. Your body was so confused about what was happening, it actually got aroused. Slick leaking from your cunt, as Zamasu kept on fucking you hard, your asshole becoming more and more painful and raw as he fucked into it hard.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps coming closer, and you felt your husband’s energy entering the hall.

Right at that moment you also heard Zamasu groan into your ear, as he had apparently bent over you, something he must have done when you were not fully conscious. You felt him spill his warm seed into your ass, his hand still tightly wrapped around your neck.

“What are you doing?” Black asked Zamasu in a demanding tone.

Zamasu slipped his cock out of you and got up slowly, putting on his pants again, before turning to his other self from a different timeline.

“Your wife,” he said calmly, “I see the appeal now. Yet, I will never get used to the amount of crying she does. It is so terribly weak. I cannot fathom how you handle it.”

“You fucked my wife?” Black growled at Zamasu.

“Now, now,” Zamasu replied, “there is no need for such foul language. Besides, she wanted it.”

Zamasu walked over to Black, placing a hand on his cheek lovingly.

“You know how these mortals are. No sense of propriety or justice. We are all we have.”

Black looked at him and then at you.

“You’re right, I will have to teach her another lesson.” Your husband looked at you, and you fell to the ground, touching his feet. 

“Indeed, you do,” Zamasu agreed with Black.

You looked up at the both of them, tears streaming down your face, nothing but pleas coming from your lips.

“He’s lying,” your voice a mere soft whisper, as your vocal cords hadn’t recuperated from the brutal assault Zamasu had just put you through.

Zamasu laughed, the sound cold and harsh in the large hall.

“Do with her as you see fit,” he told Black, “She is your wife after all.”

And with that, he turned around and left the hall, leaving you at the mercy of your own husband, knowing your punishment would be swift and unforgiving.

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You didn’t know how you had ended up here. An emergency on a distant planet in Universe 7 and you were here. Why? Why had you offered to help? And why in the world had Goku backed out last minute? Once again you cursed him under your breath, as you had done countless times before the Tournament of Power had commenced.

You were grateful to 17 for winning the Tournament and wishing all the other universes back. But the anxiety you had felt while watching the Tournament was like nothing you had ever felt before. You were more than glad it was over.

“I think this is where we have to be!” Shin shouted over to you.

Yeah, that’s right, Shin; the Supreme Kai. The deity you had slept with after you found out Goku had instigated the Tournament of Power. The deity that had left you, saying he couldn’t be involved with a mortal. After kissing all your tears away and comforting you in more ways than one.

You walked over to him and saw where he pointed at. A tiny plant with blue flowers and red thorns.

“What was up with this plant again?” you asked him, eager to fix the problem as quickly as possible, so you could go home and try to forget about the deity currently standing next to you.

“It is a very dangerous plant, made by a very foul species in this Universe, trying to rule over more planets this way. It releases pollen that are lethal to whomever breathes them in,” Shin explained to you.

“So, how do we erase it?” you inquired.

“Well, actually it’s quite easy, I have to say an incantation and all these plants will evaporate, no longer posing a threat.”

“Sounds simple, why did you need me to come?” The question sounding more pointedly than you had meant.

At that moment the plant released what almost sounded like a sigh and Shin’s eyes widened in horror.

“Oh no,” he gasped.

“What? What is it?” you urged him.

“The plant just released its pollen…”

You felt your heart sink. You looked at Shin and you saw him look at you. You knew that look in his eyes. You had seen it that time he had followed you home when you were upset. That one time you had spent together; that one time he allowed himself to be with a mortal like you. To be close to you and cherish you.

His departure that day had left you heartbroken. You hated to admit it to yourself, but you had hoped, waited even, for his return. But he never did.

And then out of nowhere, Goku came to fetch you for this emergency, before he backed out last minute. Was there something going on he knew more about? You highly doubted that, Goku being who he was…

Shin moved closer to you, and you let him. All at once you were overcome with a sense of lust, like there was no one you desired more in this Universe than Shin. His eyes told you he felt exactly the same way. You grabbed a hold of his jacket and pulled him closer to you, kissing him desperately.

Still unaware of where this sudden desperation came from, although you couldn’t care less, your hands went to his mohawk. All you cared about right now, was feeling his lips on yours, his hands on your face, which then slowly roamed through your hair.

“I need you,” Shin whimpered into your mouth.

“I’ve missed you,” you responded without thinking about what you were saying, arching your back as his hands slowly stroked down your spine.

It didn’t take him long to undress you and himself, his lips tracing every bit of naked skin he could find, filled with lust and desperation.

He lay you down in the middle of the pile of your clothes, so you wouldn’t lay on the rough ground with your naked back.

“I am so sorry,” he whispered into your ear, his hand cupping your face as he put his forehead to yours.

You couldn’t wait any longer, you were soaking wet. Your hand went down his body, grabbing a hold of his hard length and lining him up to your aching pussy. He thrust into you with obvious want, making you moan.

He kissed your lips, his tongue begging for you to open up to him, and you obliged. Tongues swirling around each other, hands touching every bit of naked skin they could find. He set a fast pace, and you moaned as his desperate thrusts became more erratic, his dick pressing all the right spots inside of you.

Shin whimpered into your mouth, cursing himself inwardly for letting go again. But he couldn’t help it, it was a power beyond his own that put him in this position. He knew it wasn’t fair to you. It never would be. You would age, grow old, and he would never grow old with you. There would never be enough time for him to tell you about the life he had already lived. You would never be able to truly know him.

But did that even matter? Shin knew about love, of course he did. But these feelings he had for you, they confused him. It wasn’t simply love, there was more to it. There was lust and longing and desperation. He didn’t know how to handle that. He had been around for such a long time, and yet, these feelings still managed to baffle him.

Shin looked deep into your eyes. He saw all the exact emotions and feelings he had, but in your eyes, there was no hesitation, no confusion. Why was that?

“I’ve missed you,” you uttered once again. You needed him to understand how you felt, how much you cared for him. How much you…

“I’ve missed you too,” Shin confessed, holding you closer to him, deep strokes telling you how much he meant the words he whispered to you.

“I just don’t know how to do this,” he continued.

“If you don’t, then who will?” you asked him, clinging to him tightly, afraid of losing him again, “you’re a God, you’re supposed to know, right?”

“I don’t know,” he whispered, “all I know is that this just feels so good.”

“Too good to not be true,” you said, and he gave you a small smile, before kissing you again.

The two of you moved in sync, in a rhythm only you knew. It felt sacred; Shin knew it was sacred. You clenched around his dick, and he couldn’t hold it in anymore. He buried himself deep inside of you, trembling as he came undone.

“I’m sorry,” he stammered, “you didn’t even… that was too soon, I didn’t want to…”

You stroked his face.

“It’s okay, don’t worry so much.”

“No, it’s not okay,” he said firmly now. He looked at your body and started moving down, leaving kisses in his trail.

You sighed as he pressed soft kisses to your cunt. His tongue slid in between your folds, and you arched your back. It didn’t take him long to find your clit and he gently sucked on it, before he put a little pressure on it with his tongue. He slid two fingers inside of your hole and bent them to find your other sweet spot.

“How do you know?” you moaned.

“I pay attention,” he replied, looking up at you from between your legs.

You sighed and arched your back in pleasure, his fingers and tongue diligently working you towards your orgasm. It wasn’t long before you started shuddering with your climax, moaning as Shin kept licking and sucking on your clit, his fingers still working the spot inside of you. He didn’t stop his movements, until you came down from your high.

He went to lay beside you and held you.

“How do you feel?” he asked you.

“I don’t know,” you replied.

“Headache, dizziness?”

“No, no, none of that, just regular post sex feelings, I guess,” you said.

“Good,” Shin said.

“Why?” you asked him.

“Because of the pollen.”

“The pollen?” You had completely forgot about those in your haze of lust and want for Shin.

“Yes,” Shin began, hesitantly, “the pollen are actually sex pollen.”

“I thought they were deadly…” you said.

“They are! They are deadly to anyone who doesn’t have sex within fifteen minutes after inhaling them,” Shin explained.

“Oh…” Realization hit you like a sledgehammer. You were there as a backup plan, that’s why you had to come. Shin had probably told Goku you didn’t want to come, that’s why Goku had tricked you into this. You were going to have a serious talk with this guy about the effect his antics had on your life as soon as you’d get back home.

You scrambled to get up, but Shin held you firmly.

“I want you,” he said.

“Well, you’ve had me. Twice now. And that is more rejection and abandonment than I can handle, thank you very much.” You tried to get up again, but Shin would not let you go.

He put his hand on your chin and made you look at him.

“I love you,” he said, and his eyes told you it was true, “and I don’t know how to make it work, but I want to.”

Your eyes filled with tears as you heard the words you had waited for so long.

“I love you too,” you whispered through your tears, “we’ll figure it out as we go. I don’t think we need to know how to make it work right now.”

Shin smiled.

“No, I think you’re right. You’re wise,” he said, “wise beyond your years.” He stroked your hair gently.

“By the way, didn’t you have an incantation to do? To evaporate the plants?” you nudged his arm playfully.

“Oh yes, that’s right!”

“Would you like to come to my place, afterwards, so I can cook for you?” you asked.

Shin’s face turned into a bright smile.

“I’d love to.”

He gave you a kiss, and in that kiss was everything you’d ever need to know. He loved you, and he always would. But most important of all: he would always, always come back to you.

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You opened your eyes as your alarm rang, quickly turning it off, before your husband could hear it.

His back was turned towards you, as he lay on his right side and you kissed him softly in his neck, waking him up gently as you did every morning. He would always stay in bed a little longer, needing more time to wake up than you did.

You got up and took a shower, then set to making coffee and breakfast. You heard footsteps on the stairs as you were done and took your position next to the kitchen table. On your knees, your head down.

Vegeta stepped into the kitchen, and you knew he checked out the table to see if you had made any sort of mistake, but you knew you hadn’t. He held out his hand for you and you grabbed it and stood up, finally facing him for the first time today. His brows were furrowed, he was wearing his training armor, and you always got weak in the knees over his hair. Oh, how you loved to roam that beautiful, black, regal flame when you had permission to do so.

“Goodmorning, woman,” he greeted you, “I see you’ve done well.”

“Goodmorning, my prince. I aim to please you,” you replied as always.

“And so you did,” he said, grabbing his phone and opening the app to add a point into your reward system, making you smile. The creation of apps in which Vegeta, who was your dominant, could keep track of points for your rewards or punishment, had made it easier for the both of you to keep up with this dynamic in your relationship.

He sat down at the dinner table, and you lay a hand on his shoulder as he did. You knew he loved it when you touched him. When he was seated, you sat down on your chair. It was especially designed for you, so you would never sit higher than your prince.

You waited for him to start eating, before you grabbed your own cup of coffee. You were glad you had earned a point for obedience before breakfast. This was going to be a good day, you were certain.

Before Vegeta had left to train in the gravity room at Capsule Corp., he had given you your to-do-list for that day. You read through it, your usual house chores and a list of what you had to eat that day and how much water you had to drink before he came home.

You looked at the last command on the list: ‘Lay out my black dress shirt and matching pants. Wear your black dress and heels. Mascara and red lipstick. Be ready by six o’clock.’

You smiled. He had remembered your anniversary. The day you had married him had been the best day of your life. It simultaneously was the day on which you had signed your high protocol BDSM contract with him, the second best decision you had ever made. The first one was getting married to him, of course.

During your relationship, before getting married, you had tried out several BDSM dynamics, after Vegeta had told you about life at court on planet Vegeta. He had explained how the kings were revered by their queens, how the queens were strong-willed, yet obedient. He wished for a dynamic like that with the woman he loved. And there was nothing more you had wanted to do than to give that to him.

When you read about high protocol on a website, you knew this was exactly what you had both searched for. You had started out small, one or two rituals per day, no rituals during the weekends, and built from there.

It had eventually led to a high protocol dynamic, including total power exchange. And you had flourished. The rituals and rules gave you clarity, and you loved giving Vegeta the respect and submission he craved from you. You never minded him being in control of certain parts of your life. He did so with the utmost respect towards you and your boundaries.

Your day went by quickly and before you knew it Vegeta had come home from training.

You never knew exactly at what time he would come home, but he would always call out for you when he stepped through the front door, so you could come into the hallway and sit down on your knees and bow your head to him.

“Good evening, woman,” he said.

“Good evening, my prince,” you replied.

“I see you’re ready to go, like I told you.” He hummed approvingly, grabbing his phone and adding another point into your reward system.

“Yes, my prince,” you said.

He walked around the house, leaving you where you were, still on your knees in the hallway, as he checked whether you had done all your house chores. He knew you had eaten and drank what he had commanded you, because you had to send him pictures of your food before you started eating.

He came back into the hallway, holding out his hand for you, allowing you to stand up.

“You did well today,” he stated, “That means I will proceed with the reward I had planned. I’m going to take a shower, you wait on the couch, until I’m ready.”

“Yes, my prince,” you replied.

It didn’t take him long to get ready and before you knew it you were in the car on the way into town.

Vegeta took your coat as you entered the restaurant. Yes, he was your dominant, but he loved you, respected you. He wanted to take care of you as well.

The waiter guided you through the busy dining room, to your regular table in the corner by the window. Vegeta sat down, and your hand was on his shoulder as he did so. You sat down opposite him and looked at him with a smile.

“How are you doing?” he asked you.

“Really good,” you replied, “I had a nice day off work today and I feel happy to be here with you, my prince.”

“Good,” he replied, the usual knot in his brow slowly unfurling.

You bowed your head to indicate you wanted to say something.

“I give you permission to speak freely while we are here,” he said, and you looked up at him.

“May I ask how you are, my prince?”

“Yes, you may,” he responded, "I’m doing good too, I’m glad you had such a good day, I’m proud of you.”

You beamed at his praise. He knew you liked to be praised, and he always made sure to do so when you had obeyed him in all his commands of that day.

The rest of the night flowed smoothly. You waited patiently until Vegeta started eating, before digging into your own fancy plate of food. You talked about your job, and Vegeta told you how his training with Goku had been. Vegeta even gave you one of his rare smiles as you rambled on about your new hobby. He loved it when you were passionate about something.

When you had finished your dinner, he got up and escorted you to the car again. He opened the door for you, before walking over to the driver’s seat, taking you home.

He walked up the stairs and you followed him towards your bedroom. You undressed yourself as Vegeta watched, and you filled up a bath for him. He came into the bathroom as you were done and you undressed him, giving soft kisses to various parts of his naked body, as he always expected you to do when you undressed him.

He stepped into the bath and motioned for you to join him. He put his arms around you and nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, as you sat down with your back against his chest. You sighed happily.

“Would you like to do a check-in?” he asked you and you felt him physically relax as his dominant demeanor washed off him in the hot bathwater.

“Always,” you replied, looking up at him expectantly.

“I got nothing for today,” he said, “you were obedient, did everything I asked for in the exact way I wanted you to. I couldn’t ask for more.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” You smiled at him, before continuing: “I’ve got nothing either. Your commands were clear, the reward was wonderful. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Vegeta said, kissing you tenderly, his hands roaming your body, playing with your tits, rolling your nipples in between his fingers, before moving down towards your cunt.

“I love it when you touch me,” you whimpered.

“You deserve it today,” he replied, his lips close to your ear, “and I really want to see you and feel you cum again. It’s been too long.”

His fingers slid through your folds, before disappearing into your cunt. You moaned at his touch, having been denied it for two weeks. It wasn’t the longest time you had gone without, but it had been two difficult weeks for you. You had craved your husband so badly.

His other hand was still playing with your breasts, squeezing them hard as he knew you liked that, before pinching your nipples one by one. You whimpered at the sensation, and you felt Vegeta’s dick poking in your back.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he growled into your ear.

“I’m yours,” you moaned, “you’re my prince, my master. I’m your wife, your slave. I’ll do anything for you. Please…”

You felt your orgasm build up quickly, having been denied one for longer than you had anticipated. His fingers were still deep inside your cunt, moving in and out slowly, so you could enjoy every sensation of it.

His other hand finally moved towards your clit and as his thumb started circling it, you came undone. You thrashed around in the bathwater and Vegeta held you firmly as you rode out your climax, all the while whispering words of affirmation to you.

“You’re doing so well for me, woman.”

“You’re so beautiful when you cum on my fingers.”

“Let it all go, you have my permission.”

When you had calmed down, he lifted you out of the water, dried you off and lay you down on the bed. You sat down on all fours, allowing Vegeta to take you in one of his favorite positions. He spanked you hard and you moaned at the burning feeling his hand left on your ass.

“Thank you, my prince,” you replied as you were supposed to.  

“Such a good girl,” he growled, spanking you again, “so obliging, so willing.”

He pushed his dick into you roughly, fucking you hard. His hand went to your hair, grabbing it and pulling it back, your head snapping up, while you moaned loudly.

“You’re so big, my prince, you almost don’t fit me,” you whined.

“Say more,” Vegeta ordered you.

“I love it when you fuck me hard, my prince,” you said, fulfilling his command.

His movements were visceral, his growls animalistic, and you became a whimpering mess.

His thrusts were firm, deep, and the sound of skin hitting skin reverberated around the room.

You felt his dick twitch inside of you and his pace became even faster than it already was, having you scream out his name in ecstasy.

Vegeta grunted loudly as you felt him spill his seed deep inside of you.

He lay down and pulled you into his arms.

“Are you okay?” he asked you.

“You were gentle today, my prince,” you told him.

“I didn’t feel like going all out, it is our anniversary after all,” he said.

“So, you are a romantic after all, my prince,” you chuckled.

“Tch,” you heard him huff, “I might give you a punishment point for that comment.”

“I might actually like that, my prince,” you replied defiantly.

“Thin ice,” he warned you.

“I’m sorry, my prince,” you apologized.

“You have my permission to go to sleep,” you heard Vegeta mutter in your ear as he himself was already falling asleep.

You felt excited about what the next day would bring, as you closed your eyes, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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“Where’s your head at?” Goku asked you, and you turned to face him, still distracted by your memory of last spring, when you took him out dancing.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” you asked him.

He chuckled.

“Looks like you were miles away just now.”

You kissed him and replied: “Just a fond memory.”

“Right,” he said, raising one eyebrow, “tell me about it on the way back. If you want to bake those cookies before Gohan, Videl and Pan come around, we should head back by now.”

When you got home from your walk, you started on your Halloween cookies. After all it was Halloween today and you felt the energy of the dark afternoon flowing through your body. It was like electricity. Or could it still be Goku’s comment about how you were his favorite smell in the world?

Later that evening Gohan and Videl would come over to take you all trick or treating with Pan. You were really excited about it and wanted to make your cookies as a treat for when you all got home afterwards.

Goku followed you into the kitchen. He loved watching you bake and cook. As you loved cooking, you always got excited about new recipes and made him taste while you were preparing it, and he never wanted to miss that part.

“You have to try this, I added a little more ginger to it, I think it worked out really well,” you told him, holding out a spoon with some cookie batter on it.

Goku moved towards you to taste and as he did, you smeared the batter on his nose.

“Hey,” he exclaimed, looking at you with a confused smile.

He grabbed you, making you squeal, as he dipped another spoon into the cookie batter and smeared it on your cheek.

He then licked it off your face, ever so slowly, making your squeal turn into a moan.

Goku put you back on your feet again and you turned around to kiss him, full of love and passion. He moaned into the kiss, taking off the glittery orange sweater you were wearing and then your jeans and panties. He put his fingers between your folds, feeling up every inch of your cunt and clit.

It was a relaxed tempo and it drove you wild, yet you didn’t want to go any faster than he was going. You enjoyed every second that dragged on like an eternity spent in passion, lust, but most of all: love.

The way he was touching you was so enticing, and when he turned you around and bent you over the kitchen counter, covering your bare breasts in flour, you moaned loudly. You felt his tongue stroke your cunt from behind and you shivered as his hands massaged your ass.

It unfortunately didn’t take you long to climax, you had wanted to enjoy his tongue on your cunt from behind for much longer than this. Your moans were intense, and Goku held you firmly as you squirted all over his face.

When you had rode out your orgasm, you turned around to him, licking most of your own juices off his face. You then proceeded to take off his clothes. His cock sprung up, as you took off his boxers, making you smile. You pushed him to lay down on the kitchen floor and grabbed some of the cookie batter and smeared it on his cock, before you started licking it of.

Goku moaned loudly, and bucked into your mouth. Your spit slid down his cock, covering his balls.

“You’re such a dirty girl,” Goku told you and you sucked his dick even harder, making him a moaning mess underneath you, as he shot his cum into your mouth.

You swallowed, some of his cum leaking out of your mouth. You pulled him up into a kiss, your tongue roaming his mouth, forcing him to taste himself.

He whimpered, indicating to you that he liked it.

“You like it dirty, don’t you?” you asked him.

“Yeah, actually I really do,” he admitted, as he scratched his head and chuckled nervously.

You straddled him, sliding down on his cock ever so slowly. Inch by inch you moved down, and Goku looked at you in awe.

No matter how many times you had been together in this way, he was still surprised how well you could take all of him in. You were so much smaller than him and yet, your cunt covered all of his cock, like it was made only for him. He moaned and you put your lips on his.

You started riding him gently and unrushed, savouring every inch of his cock with your cunt. He filled you up so good, his dick went in so deep. It was exactly the way you liked it. Goku’s big hands went to massage your flour covered breasts leisurely, squeezing them every now and then.

He bit his bottom lip and groaned as he felt his orgasm wash over him. You smiled at him as you felt him fill you up with his seed. It was the best feeling in the world to you.

You got off of him and lay down on your left side next to him on the kitchen floor, savoring the moment, knowing there were never enough of these intimate moments with him. Goku spooned you, kissing your neck. He held you tighter to him and you felt his dick poking into your ass.

You turned your head and smiled at him.

“It’s never enough, is it?” you asked him.

“No, you’re way too beautiful and way too good at this. I wanna have you like this every minute of every day.”

“Unless you’re training or fighting,” you said, chuckling.

“Unless I’m training or fighting or eating,” he added, giving you a kiss.

You opened your legs, and lay your right leg over his, while he was still spooning you. He pushed his dick into your aching cunt again, and you clenched around it hard. You were so horny today, all you could think about was having Goku inside of you, in any way possible.

His hand casually stroked up your leg, finding your clit again. He rubbed it and as you moaned softly, you felt him shiver behind you. He moved his dick in and out of you, a little faster than you had just ridden him. He wanted you, he needed you. You heard it in the way he was breathing.

“I love you,” he whispered in your ear before kissing down your neck again.

“I love you too,” you moaned softly, putting your hand in his hair.

“You look so beautiful,” he said.

He grabbed you and picked you up, bending you over the kitchen counter again. He pushed his dick into you, hard.

“Yes,” you moaned, “please.”

“What do you mean please?” Goku asked.

“Please, Goku,” you whispered, “give me more.”

“Always,” he said, his hands finding your clit again, putting more pressure on it.

He pushed himself deeper into you.

The sensation was intense. Your energies merging together, moans melting into each other, movements aligning perfectly.

You felt his dick twitch inside of you, telling you his climax was imminent. It always aroused you immensly to know this was the effect you had on him. Earth’s, and probably the Universe’s, greatest warrior coming completely undone because of your body, your moans, your movements.

His fingers were still working your clit, and soon you both couldn’t keep it in anymore. You shuddered as your orgasm washed over you, and you felt Goku slide his dick out of you and release himself all over your back.

He pulled you closer to him, almost squishing you on the counter, as you rode out your orgasm.

You sighed contently as Goku buried his head into your neck, holding on to you as if you might dissapear the moment he would let go of you.

“That was a lot,” you sighed.

“Still not enough, though,” Goku replied.

You chuckled.

“It isn’t, is it?”

He lifted you up and brought you to the bedroom, still covered in flour from baking, still covered in his seed. But you didn’t care, all you wanted to do was to be close to him. To feel him, to taste him.

He lay you down on your stomach and went to lay on top of you, sliding his still hard dick into you again.

“You smell so good,” he groaned into your hair.

“I love having you this close,” you moaned, as you clenched your cunt around his cock.

“You’re perfect for me,” he said.

“So are you,” you returned the compliment.

He fucked you slow this time, every thrust into your tight cunt almost lazy, as if he was trying to convey his love for you with every second he spent inside of you.

His dick hit the sweet spot inside your cunt just right, and you grinded your clit against the mattress, quickly building tension in your body.

Goku felt it, as he lay on top of you, your body pulsing underneath his. It made his instincts take over, as he completely lost any sense of holding back.

You moaned as you felt him let go of his inhibitions, his body taking over from his mind. It was intense and you loved it when he fucked you like this. His sounds almost inaudible, his thrusts intense, his aura hot on yours, yet calming you down simultaneously.

He always knew exactly what to do in this state, how to give you pleasure, how to make you moan so pretty, like you were doing right now.

He wasn’t chasing his own orgasm, he was chasing yours. His dick stroking your spot, his movements precise and at the pace you needed them to be.

Your cunt pulsed around his cock, and Goku knew he had to keep up this pace. Your moans turned into gasps, as you started to come undone slowly. 

He felt your body glowing underneath his, which was your body's response to his transformation. He knew you loved the feeling of his power, the heat of his ki on your skin. 

It made his dick even harder and he picked up his pace. He needed to see you cum, he wanted to feel you fall apart around his cock.

Your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave, as you cried out Goku's name, your fluids covering his dick, as he emptied himself deep inside of you in response.

Goku pulled out of you and you felt the warm combined juices of the both of you spill out of your cunt.

“Wow,” he breathed, as he powered down again, looking at your cunt.

You turned over, looking at him, with red cheeks from the heat he had just radiated.

“Wow yourself,” you told him, “you transformed again, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” he said, chuckling nervously, one hand behind his head again, “are you okay?”

“More than okay, that was intense… I’d love for you to do that more often. Your movements were so perfect.”

“Good to know it works in sex as well,” Goku winked at you.

“You do know it will make me look at your fights in a whole other way, right?”

Goku laughed; his bright, loud, sunshine laughter.

“Yeah, I bet, but I might actually like that…”

“Good,” you said, kissing him.

“Let’s take a shower and finish those cookies. Before you know Gohan, Videl and Pan will be here,” you told Goku.

Goku jumped up and threw you over his shoulder, making you laugh, as he carried you towards the shower.

‘Best Halloween ever,’ you thought, as the smile on your face was so bright, you were sure it was going to stay on for the rest of the day…

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Broly groaned as your teeth sank into his neck, almost drawing blood. 

You opened your eyes as you saw a light coming from him. There was a green glow in his eyes.

"Yes," you whispered to him, "let it go, baby."

You sat back and watched how his body bulked up. His arms, the muscles in his chest, his thighs; it all got an impulse of energy, of power, making his whole body taller and wider, as his hair turned light green.

He let out a loud growl as he turned into his Legendary Super Saiyan form, and you noticed the concentration on his face as he did. It made you smile; he was trying to let go, but not in a way that would end up hurting you. 

He knew that if he actually let it all go, he would- No, he couldn't do that. He loved you too much for that. 

All of a sudden, you felt his teeth sinking into your right breast. It made you moan, shudder even. 

Your response was enough for Broly. He bit and nipped at your nipples, moved to your sides, your arms. Trailing bite marks, showing where he had been, where he had caressed you with bites. Because that’s what it was; love shown with his teeth. 

You went to sit on his lap, grabbing a hold of his stiff cock. It was huge. It’s length and girth made you salivate. You had always had a weak spot for guys with big cocks.

When you had met Broly for the first time, you were completely in awe of the sheer size of his body. Finding out his dick fitted so perfectly with the rest of his body, had almost made you cry tears of joy, that first night you spent with him.

It was a struggle for you to take him in. You knew you were wet enough, he had made you cum twice already in preparation. That was his condition before agreeing to fuck you in his Super Saiyan form; he wanted you to be ready, to be taken care of. He wanted to make it as easy as possible for you, knowing it would be a struggle for your tight cunt anyway.

His dick stretched your pussy farther than you had ever thought was possible. He started to move, but you winced, making him stop immediately. 

"Sorry!" he said, the green glow coming off him dimming slightly.

"Don't be," you said, kissing him deeply, passionately, "I love your enthusiasm.”

He held on to your hips, which were way too wide to be considered conventionally attractive. Yet, to Broly they seemed perfect. His hands traced your plump belly, your big ass. 

"You're perfect," he said.

You bit down his shoulder, to make him stop talking about your body.

Slowly you started sliding down on him. Inch by agonizing inch. 

"Wow, baby, even your dick is bigger now, after transforming," you told him.

His cheeks turned red, it was endearing and arousing at the same time. Especially in his Legendary Super Saiyan form. He had the power to destroy you, and yet he was like putty in your hands. 

Finally, you had managed to take all of him in and started to move up and down his thick cock slowly, lovingly.

You kissed his chest along the scar that was already on it, before marking it with your teeth as well. 

He groaned, his ki glowing brighter, feeling hot on your skin.

"Can I move, please, I need to move..." he asked you in a gruff voice.

"Yes, baby, you can," you whispered, finally feeling ready to be fucked by his immense dick. 

Still, you braced yourself.

His large hands grabbed a firmer hold of the soft flesh of your sides, pushing you to lay down on your back, as he put your legs around his waist, when he slowly started moving in and out of you. You felt every ridge, every vein of his dick move along the walls of your pussy.

You moaned loudly as your hands tugged at the green strands of his hair. 

"Feels so good," you whined, "I’m so glad you trained to control this form."

“Me too,” he said in his soft, low voice, slowly forcing his girth deeper into you with every thrust.

“You’re so big, baby, so beautiful,” you moaned.

His movements sped up, he couldn’t help himself. Yes, it was the transformation into Legendary Super Saiyan that made him lose control.

But not just that, Broly knew that, he felt it in his bones; he needed to be close to you. He wanted to be around you all the time. He knew he was in love with you. He just hadn’t said it yet. He couldn’t say it yet, afraid that saying it out loud would make it all too real. That it would make his fear of losing you even greater than it already was.

His hands squeezed your thick thighs, roamed the plush flesh of your ass, before they grabbed a firm hold of your wide hips. Your body was like heaven to him. It grounded him, made him feel safe. You always hated it when he gave you compliments. You had explained to him that in this society you were seen as too big to be considered truly attractive, and that it was the reason why you had a hard time believing his compliments.

Broly was sad when you told him this. Ever since he met you, he had considered you the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Not that he had seen many women in his life, true, but something inside him told him that he never would lay his eyes on a woman as magnificent as you were to him.

You put your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, your legs tightening their grip around his waist. Broly rutted into you faster. He craved you, he needed to hear your moans, the sounds of flesh slapping on flesh, the sound of your wet cunt sopping around his length.

You moaned his name, over and over, like a prayer you desperately needed to be answered. His dick stretched your cunt so much, it made you feel so full.

You had always loved that sense of being full. It made you feel complete, even if it was for a limited time only. You were happy Broly would always take his time with you.

He kissed you roughly, before he picked you up in his arms, lifting you up, all the while keeping his dick inside of you, and pushed you against the wall.

With your back against the wall, you felt gravity grab a hold of you as you sank deeper onto Broly’s cock.

You whimpered at the feeling, and Broly’s voice, even though gruff in his Super Saiyan form, was filled with concern as he asked: “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you whined, “yes, it feels so good.”

Tears filled your eyes as your pussy stung with the stretch his cock now gave you.

“Don’t stop, it feels so good, baby,” you moaned as your hands grabbed on to his hair again, “you’re so big, it’s so good.” You bit down his neck and Broly growled loudly, fucking you even harder.

You felt his tip colliding with your cervix, not soft and gentle, not barely touching. No, this was hard, rough, intense, which is exactly what you liked best.

With every stroke of his dick, Broly brushed against the soft spot inside of you. You felt your orgasm build and you moaned loudly.

“That’s it,” Broly groaned, “cum for me, please.”

His voice gave you goosebumps, it was rougher, harsher than his regular voice, which was deep and soft.

“Fuck me harder, baby, please, I need you,” you whimpered into his mouth.

His thrusts became erratic as his need to hear you fall apart on his dick became allconsuming to him.

You screamed his name as you came undone, your hands tugging hard on his hair.

“Yes, that’s it,” Broly growled in your ear.

Your moans were still filling up the room and your cunt kept clenching around his length, as the waves of your orgasm slowly ebbed away.  

“I need you to fill me up, big boy,” you whispered to him, “fill me up good, baby.”

Broly grunted loudly, as he kept pounding into you.

“Give it to me, Broly, please,” you said softly, knowing full well the effect your words had on him, as his hands almost crushed your thighs.

He gasped as you felt his cum fill you up, and he slowed down his movements. He leaned his forehead on your shoulder as he powered down again and resumed his regular form. His hair turned back into his usual wild, black strands, and the glow he emanated just now, had dissapeared. His muscles slimmed down, yet still remaining a large man, and you felt his dick shrink inside of you, though he was still stretching your cunt.

“Are you okay?” Of course that was the first question he’d ask you. He had been afraid to hurt you, and he needed to know you were alright.

“Better than ever,” you sighed, your hands on his cheeks as you pulled him in for a kiss, “just tired.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, “I understand.”

He lay you down on the bed, covered you in the duvet and pulled you into his arms.

The words were on his lips. ‘I love you.’ He wanted to say it. He knew he needed to say it. But by the time he had made up his mind that he would say it, he saw that you were already asleep. Making him wait for another moment to tell you…

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You sighed as you stepped out of the space pod, moving your head to the right and left side, stretching your neck.

You heard a dark chuckle coming from behind you.

“Small pod, isn’t it?” Turles said and you turned around to him.

“Well, yes, and only having room to sit on your divine lap, isn’t really helping with the aching back.”

“My cock is warm anytime we arrive somewhere, though,” he smiled at you, before giving you a kiss.

“Yippie for you then, my king,” you sneered.

He growled into your ear.

“What a waste to have to a job here, I have so many plans for you…” he whispered.

“My lord,” one of his subordinates from his Crusher Corps said, “is it wise to bring the human female everywhere?”

You looked at the man with a frown, before you held out your hand and sent a ki-blast his way. He was barely able to dodge it, and he looked at you with fear as he stood up again.

“Don’t you ever dare to talk about me like that in my presence,” you snapped at the man.

“I guess it is unwise to say anything about it in her presence,” Turles said, sending his minion a dark smile, his tail snaking around your waist.

He turned towards the other soldiers in his Corps and said: “Realize that I will be your king. And a king needs a queen. I expect you all to give this woman the same respect you give me. Anyone who fails to do so, will be permanently erased from the Corps.”

“Erased meaning dead, I hope, my love?” you asked Turles.

“Erased meaning dead, by demand of your queen,” Turles added to his Corps, “now get to work!”

His soldiers scuttled around, fear in their movements visible, tangible even. You smiled and Turles kissed you again.

“I love how wicked you are, I never would have thought you could be like this when I took you with me.”

“I guess it was in me all along, but I just needed the right person for it to come out,” you winked at him, “or the wrong person.”

Turles chuckled.

“Hmmm, yes, I guess you could say that,” he replied, “now, let’s go.”

“Yes, my king.”

He set off and you followed him.

Your shots hit one after the other inhabitant of this planet. You flew around Turles, protecting his back at all times. This was the seventh planet you had joined him on in his venture to conquer the Universe.

He had told you on several of your travels about his plans to conquer the Universe and become the one and only king. The attraction between the two of you had grown and before you knew it, you joined him in fights, your dark side coming out. It was hard to admit at times, but you did love it.

Knowing the difference between good and evil, but just not caring; Turles was right, it was a good life. It was an easy life. A life without remorse, guilt or sleepless nights. You had left all of that behind. More often than not, you felt like Turles had saved you.

As you continued to prove your loyalty to Turles, he had started to actually respect you. As a witch, you had powers most human beings didn’t. You had surprised him with your powers and fighting skills, earning you a spot by his side.

It was quite clear he loved fucking you, yes; you were good at it. But being a fighter and a good one at that, had earned you more than simply being his pet. He started to call you his queen and had inquired whether you wanted to be by his side, as he conquered the Universe.

You couldn’t say no to him. You were falling for him, hard. It was weird to remember the time you had spent on Earth fighting enemies with Goku and your other friends. It seemed like a lifetime away.

As the planet you were currently on, wasn’t one with a race of high power levels, the fight was over quickly.

“You fought well,’ Turles said, smiling proudly at you.

“Thanks,” you said, “I can’t wait for you to show me my reward.”

He chuckled.

“Have my rewards disappointed you up until now?”

“No, far from it, it’s the reason I’m looking forward to this one.”

You smiled slyly, walking towards the pod, which would take you to his spaceship.

You finally had some time to relax. The next planet was about a month’s travel away, which was a relief after conquering planets almost non-stop for weeks.

While Turles went to his soldiers for a briefing, you decided to take a long, hot shower for your aching muscles. It had been weeks since you had some alone time. Turles was around you at all times, and while he was intoxicating, at times it felt suffocating as well.

He took good care of you, though, better care than any human males on Earth had ever done. You wanted to show him your gratitude by waiting for him in his quarters clean and ready for him to do with you as he pleased.

You looked through the simple wardrobe you’d gathered over the last couple of months on different planets and decided nothing would do for your king. You lay down on the bed, not wearing anything at all, waiting for Turles to return to you.

You didn’t have to wait long for the fierce and proud Saiyan warrior to return. He sighed heavily when he walked through the door, but his demeanor changed the moment his eyes landed on your naked body.

“Wow,” he said, “what a warm welcome, sweetheart. Is that all for me?”

“It is, my king,” you told him.

His eyes leisurely took in every inch of your form, before walking over to you, like he was stalking a prey.

You felt your skin go hot under his gaze and a knot formed in your stomach as you got nervous, thinking about what kind of treatment Turles was going to give you this time.

Turles sat down on the bed next to you and his fingertips started ghosting over your skin. Your breath caught in your throat feeling nothing but nerves and excitement.

“You are so very beautiful,” he said.

“But you are perfect,” you breathed.

He chuckled as he started kissing you, his hands roaming your breasts, making you moan into his kiss. Your hands went to his hair, where you fingers started playing with his soft and messy black spikes, that looked exactly like your friend, Goku's hair.

He took off his clothes and then positioned himself between your legs. His large hands on your thighs were holding you down, as his tongue found its way to your folds.

He started licking up towards your clit, softly biting down on it. You arched your back in pleasure, and you heard Turles let out a chuckle.

“You’re so desperate for my touches, aren’t you?” he said.

“Yes, please, my king, don’t stop, I need you,” you begged him.

He continued licking your cunt, sliding his tongue into your hole, making you squirm in his grip.

Your fists grabbed the sheets as Turles continued to savor the taste and smell of your pussy.

Before you knew it, you were bucking into his mouth, trying to get as much friction as you could. Turles noticed and he pulled you closer to his mouth, making it impossible to escape his now savage attack on your soaking wet cunt.

You moaned his name repeatedly, like a mantra, as you went over the edge and your orgasm washed over you.

Turles looked up at you, with a wicked smile.

“Such a good girl for me,” he hummed as he lined his dick up to your aching hole.

“Please, Turles, please,” you whimpered.

“What do you need, my queen, use your words, you pretty little thing.”

“I need your Saiyan cock, need you to fill me up,” you pleaded with him.

Without pause he shoved his dick deep inside of you, your pussy clenching around him hard, making him moan.

“Such a good girl,” he praised you, “so tight around my big Saiyan dick. So needy for your king, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you whined.

He kissed you; it was sloppy, needy, wet. You gasped as he bit down on your lower lip.

He rolled his hips and pushed his dick deep into you.

“I am going to make you cum again, I want you to be a mess, I want you to cover my dick with your juices,” he grunted, “I am going to fill you up with my glorious seed, I need to see your pussy wet, soaked, covered in my seed.”

His words sent shivers down your spine.

Suddenly, he picked you up and turned you around, putting you on hands and knees.

“I believe this angle makes my dick hit the exact spot you need to cum, isn’t that right, my pet?” he whispered into your ear as he pushed his cock into your cunt again, his hand moving towards your clit, which he rubbed as if his life depended on it.

“I am going to make you squirt all over my dick, your cunt is going to look so pretty covered in all these juices.”

You moaned and bucked into Turles as you once again felt your orgasm build up. But this time it was more intense. His dick rubbing the soft spot inside your cunt, his fingers circling your clit so savagely, his hot breath on your neck, his cock twitching inside of you. It was too much, way too much to contain. And so, you let it all go with a roar.

You felt your body release your slick with force, and you heard Turles hum approvingly, before his thrusts became harder, faster, more erratic.

“Your turn, my king,” you egged him on, “show me your superiority. Fill me with your thick, warm, divine Saiyan seed. I need it, my king, I need to feel your cum inside of me. I want it leaking out of me, together with my own juices.”

Turles’ hands went to your boobs, lifting you upon his lap, so you sat upright as he fucked into you, while roughly massaging your breasts.

“Yes, my king, use me for your pleasure, mark me as yours.”

You turned your head and Turles kissed you, fire in every single movement he made. His tongue slipped into your mouth, and you moaned.

“Fuck me harder, cum inside my pussy, please, my king, I need it,” you whined.

Turles growled as you felt him filling up your cunt with his warm, thick, Saiyan seed.

“Yes, sweetheart,” he grunted, “how do you like that? Being filled with my superior Saiyan seed.”

“It’s the best feeling ever,” you vowed.

You sat down on hands and knees again, as Turles slowly pulled out, inch by inch, savoring the view in front of him. Your tight pussy, dripping with your own release, his cum slowly sliding down your legs.

“This is what you deserve, my queen,” he told you.

“Thank you so much, my king,” you replied.

You hissed as he put two fingers inside your cunt, which was still tender after his rough fucking of it. Turles moved his fingers around, trying to keep as much of his seed inside of you.

“Feels so good,” you moaned.

But the next thing he said, knocked all the air out of you…

“Perhaps I should start breeding you, make an heir to my throne with you.”

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“How dare you?” Goku Black accused you through gritted teeth, “you are my wife, mine!”

“I didn’t do anything, sir, please, have mercy!” you pleaded with your husband, “Lord Zamasu overpowered me, there was nothing I could do!”

“Do not lie to me, I smell your arousal,” Black growled, “I have to teach you a severe lesson for defying me once again, you disgusting mortal.”

The insult hit you hard. Usually, it was Zamasu calling you that, not your own husband. Even though they were the same person from different timelines, something in your husband had changed once he took on Goku’s form. He became more like the man whose body he took, no matter how much he tried to deny it. You saw it, you felt it. He was softer in a way Zamasu would never be. That’s why you had agreed to marry him. It wasn’t just because you couldn’t refuse him without dying... You weren’t afraid of death after everything you had already been through in life. No, you had fallen for his mortal form.

Black walked towards you menacingly. His right-hand glowing pink, creating his all too familiar whip again. Before you knew it, he had struck your side with it, and you fell to your knees in pain. He struck your other side, making you shout out in pain. He didn’t stop; not when you fell on your hands, not when you screamed out in pain. Not when you started crying, not even when you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore and were lying flat on your belly on the white tiled floor of the courtyard. He kept on whipping you wherever he could land a blow, and you knew you’d have to deal with the wounds he inflicted onto your back for yet another week.

“Please, please,” you yelled, tears streaming from your eyes, “I’ll never disobey you again, I’m so sorry, master!” But you saw by the look on his face, that whatever you said, did not help your case.

“That will not do,” Black replied, “you need a punishment, and you know this very well.”

Black’s left hand grabbed your hair, forcing your head backwards, lifting you up from the floor as he stood bent over you.

He whispered in your ear: “I shall reclaim you as mine now.”

“Please, no, I’m so tired, sir, I need a break,” you begged.

“Quit your whining, you pathetic weakling,” he snarled at you, “you will take this, whether you like it or not.”

He dragged you by your hair towards the privacy of his own chambers, where he roughly threw you on the bed. You could barely even brace yourself for impact, landing on your underarms with a loud gasp.

Black grabbed one of your arms, binding it to the bedpost with a rope consisting of his pink ki. He did the same to your other arm. Your wrists hurt at the tightness of the knots he put in. But that wasn’t the only thing hurting you; his ki was hot against your skin, and you knew it would leave burn marks on your wrists.

By now there truly was no escape, and you knew all you could do was to give in to your husband. He was in charge; you knew he was your master to obey. He savagely tore off your pants and panties, his eyes raging at the sight of how wet your panties still were because of Zamasu’s attack on your ass earlier on.

“Mine,” he growled as he pushed his dick into your pussy. His movements were hard and rough. He gave you no time to adjust, no time to get comfortable. His pounding started immediately, it was more than he had ever done to you. More than any punishment you had ever had. Even worse than your last punishment, when he had whipped you angrily over telling Goku that Black was right behind him when they fought. You wondered how many more of his power ups, after battles fought, you would be able to handle after this.

Another wave of tears formed in your eyes at your pain, at your self-pity. It wasn’t your fault Zamasu had taken that which was not his to take. And now your husband was punishing you for his own master’s wrongdoing.

‘What is it with these god-like beings and their will to constantly overpower each other?’ you thought, tears streaming down your face. Yes, you had chosen to marry Black, and your relationship had given you comfort and clarity. Purpose even. But now, lying here, bound to his bed, being ravaged by him, you felt truly hopeless and helpless for the first time in your marriage.

It was a familiar sensation as your whole life had been one of hopelessness, helplessness, despair even. More often than not you had wanted to die. Meeting Goku Black had been your way out. He was your savior, and you had accepted him as your complete master. You didn’t know how to feel about your current circumstances, which brought back so many horrible memories to you.

Black looked at your face, still wearing an angry frown on his own. Nevertheless, he kissed you, and you felt a rush of warmth going through your body. No matter what he was doing to you right now, you still loved him. He groaned as he kept rutting into you, and you felt him fill your cunt with his hot seed. You gave a small moan over it as your body responded to him, your mind not quite catching up to it yet.

He moved and positioned himself so that he could push his dick into your mouth.

‘No, not again,’ you thought, bracing yourself for another round of getting lightheaded and not being able to breathe.

“You slut, thinking I would allow you to do this with anyone else than me, how dare you,” Black growled as he fucked your mouth, groaning as you tried to use your tongue to make him cum faster, so this wouldn’t take too long.

You were right to do so, Black released himself deep into the back of your throat, making you choke on his semen.

He then moved to untie one of your arms and you hissed at the rawness of your burned wrist. He turned you over to your belly and slapped your ass, before he opened you up for himself again.

“This will be my true reclamation of you,” he said, “you will know I am the best one at this, you will worship me.”

You let out a soft sob in anxious anticipation. Black put his hand on your pussy, which was wet with your arousal and his own cum. He moved it towards your asshole, finally showing a sense of mercy in lubricating you a little before entering your tight hole.

You felt his tip against your entrance, his hand spreading your butt cheeks, so he had enough room to push his large cock into your ass. Hissing, but taking it all, you tried to relax as you felt your husband push himself into you in one slow thrust, burying himself to the hilt.

Your tears hadn’t stopped rolling down your cheeks and you sobbed as Black started moving his dick in and out of your bussy.

“This should have only been mine,” he growled, “or shared in consent with me.”

“I know, I’m so sorry, master,” you said in a small voice.

You were exhausted, overwhelmed, overstimulated, raw. And yet, not done. You knew you weren’t done until your husband would say so. He grabbed a hold of your hair, once again pulling your head back, making you arch your back.

“Do you still want to be my wife, or should I divorce you?” he whispered into your ear.

“No, no, please, no,” you panted.

“Divorce you, leave you alone to fend for yourself,” he continued, “or do you think Goku will come to save you?”

“No, no, please, he won’t. I know he won’t, I am so sorry, master,” you whimpered, “I am all yours, no one else is there for me, please don’t leave me.”

“You are taking me really well,” Black hummed, “I might miss that.”

He sped up his movements, and you felt your body respond to him. You got wet and your clit started throbbing.

Zamasu never gave you any relief from your sexual tension, and your husband wasn’t going to either. This was a punishment after all…

‘I am only being used,’ you realized. You had been so focused on the tiny slivers of what seemed like love being given to you by Black, you never realized how much he actually just used you for his own pleasure.

Your heart sank as realization washed over you for the first time in a long time. This relationship was no different than the ones you had had before. Everyone took from you what they could, and you always gave it to them freely, wishing only to be loved in return.

But it was never love. Never.

The only person that had ever shown you any form or shape of true kindness had been Goku. More often than not you found yourself thinking of that fight. The fight for which you had been so severely punished. But you hadn’t minded it. Not one bit. You had met someone who could save you, show you a better place, a better world.

You knew you had to do it. It was time. You were done being used. You were done being a pawn.

‘Please, save me,’ you thought, sending it out into the Universe, ‘I am calling out to the man named Goku. The man who offered to save me, when he fought Zamasu and Goku Black. Please, Goku, save me from them. I can’t do it anymore. I need your help. Please, save me.’

You hoped it would reach him, you hoped he would come to your aid. That the tiniest changes in Goku Black indeed came from Zamasu taking over Goku’s body. That it was Goku’s kindness, that had softened him up, even though it was only a little bit.

The words you had just sent out echoed in your mind as Black’s dick twitched deep inside your ass, shooting his cum inside of you with a low growl.

‘To all the mighty powers that be, I pray. I pray I will be released from this prison. I pray to find my higher purpose. To all the goddesses, please take me from here, guide me to a better place. Hear my prayer. So mote it be.’

And with that you passed out. Deep slumber came over you. It was the first sign of help finally being sent your way.

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There was darkness all around as you opened your eyes. Your feet felt earth and sand underneath them. You felt around for your surroundings but found none. You were disoriented, and dizzy, but then you realized the last thing you actually remembered was your warm bed, with soft pillows.

‘This must be a dream, then,’ you thought.

A soft glow shone in your eyes, and you looked up. It emanated from the torch a figure standing in front of you was holding. A beautiful woman, with long black hair intertwined with oak branches. She was wearing a long dark robe and there were two translucent dogs sitting on either side of her.

‘Ah, that explained the barking I was hearing yesterday,’ you thought. The dogs next to the woman would always announce her arrival.

You looked at her. The most prominent feature of this woman was her head. This was because there was not just one of them. No, this woman carried three heads on her neck.

The maiden to the left side; the side of beginnings, below and junior, when you don’t yet understand right from wrong.

The mother in the center; the carer, the fertile one, in the middle of life, fully blooming.

The old crone to the right; the side of endings, above and senior, finally being righteous and fair, after all the life experience.

You smiled at them all, but you were focused on the old crone. Even though there was no wrinkle on your face to show for it, the years of life you had experienced were many. You related most to the old crone by now.

The goddess Hecate opened her mouths and started to speak:

“They are here. Figures of bloodlust and monstrosity. They were not who they became, they were made into who they used to be. Two have been saved, the third is still adrift. Find him, for he is yours. The way to his heart lies in his moonlit form. Will you accept my creation?”

You wracked your brain over her prophecy, when it suddenly hit you: the Saiyans. Three Saiyans had come to Earth a while ago, to destroy it. You had seen their lust for fighting and your heart stopped when you saw them transform into giant ape-like creatures under the light of the full moon. The prince of the Saiyans had later told you that they viewed their transformation into Oozaru as a gift from the gods.

‘So, it’s a gift from Hecate,’ you thought, ‘makes sense as she is the goddess of the moon and magic. But how were two of them saved? They’re all still alive, they never died.’

“Love saved them,” Hecate replied to your thoughts.

“Ah,” you said, finally figuring it out, “so Bulma saved prince Vegeta and the Son family saved Raditz.”

“Will you accept my creation?” Hecate reiterated her question.

“Yes,” you responded, “yes, I will, goddess.”

You woke up with a gasp and sat up in bed. Slowly you regained awareness of your surroundings: white bedsheets, white painted walls, moon crystal on your bedside table. You quickly grabbed your dream notebook and a pen and wrote down the dream you just had.

The goddess Hecate always came to you in dreams, foretelling things to come. She had never given you an assignment, though. But was it an assignment? Perhaps it was a present, a gift, a thank you for being obedient to her.

You got up out of bed and got dressed. Tonight was a Full Moon, and you had to prepare for your rituals, before going to Bulma’s and leaving for the monthly get together with all the Saiyans.

The prophecy quickly slipped from your mind as the day went on and before you knew it, it was time to leave.

In the distance a dog barked, but you were too deep in your thoughts to understand its meaning…

Your long white dress flowed around your form as you walked into the gated and guarded garden, owned by Capsule Corp., that lie sheltered, away from the rest of the city. Away from the rest of the world.

The Saiyans would gather here every Full Moon, to release their Oozaru form. Bulma had invited you and a couple of other friends to witness it, as she knew you loved everything moon related. It had become a monthly theme in your life. You’d witness the Oozaru, as you performed your own Full Moon rituals in a secluded space on the grounds.

You looked around the garden and your gaze landed upon Nappa. You looked at the bald man with the goatee as if for the first time.

Feeling watched, he turned his head around and looked you in the eyes. You gave him a soft smile. His eyes widened and if you were not mistaken, his cheeks reddened.

He looked a lot like the big biker types you often felt attracted to. Grown men, aged like a fine wine, face serious with life lessons learned over years of pain and agony.

‘A present, a gift, a thank you for obedience,’ you thought, and you were sure now.

You walked over to where he stood, holding his glass of whiskey in one hand, a cigar in the other.

The sun was still out, but slowly setting. Dusk approached the lush green garden, and you felt the energy of the moon slowly grabbing a hold of you.

‘Does it feel like this for the Saiyans too?’ you wondered.

“Is that whiskey any good?” you asked Nappa, and he almost stuttered out his reply.

“Uh, yeah, yes, it is, really good.”

“Where’d you get that?” you inquired with a cheeky smile, “I doubt prince Vegeta puts out the good whiskey on a night like this, and I doubt a man like you would settle for bad whiskey.”

He chuckled.

“You’re a smart woman, I like it,” he winked at you, having regained his composure, “If you wait here, I’ll get you a glass of the good stuff.”

“I’ll wait here like a good little girl,” you winked at him, throwing him off his game again.

After Nappa returned with a truly divine whiskey, conversation seemed to flow freely. You still threw Nappa off his game here and there, but the more you did, the more confident he became at quipping right back at you.

Both being older than the rest of the fighters and friends surrounding you, was something you had bonded over. At times you had eyed him lustfully, but he never seemed to do the same. Bulma had teased you he would look you over when you weren’t looking, but as you usually felt someone doing that, you hadn’t believed her. You had never felt Nappa look you over.

But the lustful look in his eyes right now, was not to be escaped. The sun set lower and lower as the whiskeys flowed between the two of you. You felt the power of the moon grab a hold of you, and a soft red glimmer appeared in Nappa’s eyes.

‘Oh, my goddess, I understand now!’ you thought, remembering the prophecy.

"The way to his heart lies in his moonlit form," the goddess had said. Your heart fluttered at the thought.

“It’s time,” Vegeta walked over to Nappa, Raditz following him, beckoning Nappa to join them. Goku and Gohan were already standing in the middle of the grounds, looking at the Full Moon.

Nappa looked at you and you smiled and nodded, before he followed the prince. You were always in awe as you saw them gathered there, transforming into their formidable forms at the light of the moon.

Their heads formed into snouts, hair sprouted all over their otherwise hairless bodies, growls emanating from deep inside their chests, as their eyes turned red, and they grew to an enormous size. It was a powerful and beautiful sight to behold.

The first couple of times, people had to stay away for their own safety, but over time the Saiyans learned to exert more control over their Oozaru form and people could come closer.

You had shaken hands with Gohan once, and it was hilarious… His huge fingers shaking your small hand. Goku had allowed you to pet his snout; it had felt so soft.

As their transformation was complete, you walked over to Nappa. He turned towards you, his tail softly stroking your cheek. You smiled at him, as you leaned into his tail’s touch.

“You’re so beautiful,” you whispered.

‘So are you.’

Your head snapped up as you heard Nappa’s voice in your head.

‘Telepathy,’ he explained, ‘it’s how we communicate in this form.’

“It’s an amazing gift your race was gifted,” you told him.

‘Yes, it is,’ Nappa agreed with you.

“Can I touch you?” you asked him.

‘Of course.’

You put your hand on his arm, the fur felt soft, and Nappa shivered at your touch.

‘I wish I could be closer to you,’ he admitted to you.

“Why?” you asked him, knowing the answer full well, but needing to hear him say it.

‘We both feel it, don’t pretend you don’t know,’ he replied, ‘I know you are a powerful witch. And the goddess came to me in a dream as well.’

“What did she tell you?”

‘That the woman I’ve been waiting for would present herself to me tonight.’

“Ah, I really gave myself away there, didn’t I? Approaching you twice this evening.”

Nappa chuckled, it was a loud rumbling sound from this grand form.

You felt yourself get wet. Him knowing how you felt about him, the goddess visiting him as well… It was too much, too exciting.

‘I smell you,’ Nappa said.

“That doesn’t surprise me,” you smiled a soft smile at him.

‘It’s a shame we can’t tonight,’ he said.

“You think so?” you gave him a lopsided, naughty smile.

‘What are you thinking, woman?’

“Well, there is this spell I know…”

You walked into the woods at the end of the enclosure, Nappa following you obligingly.

In a clearing, you stood still and turned around to face Nappa’s Oozaru form. You put your hands on his arm and muttered the spell under your breath. His eyes widened as he shrunk. Still a large size, but nonetheless one better fitted to your human form.

‘You really want to do this?’ he asked you.

“Definitely,” you replied, your heart racing as you realized what was about to happen.

He put his hand on your cheek, and you leaned into it. Your hands went through his fur, and you heard a soft rumble come from his throat.

‘That’s nice,’ he thought.

“Good,” you replied. You got closer to him, and he put his nose into your hair, taking your scent in deeply.

His large hands started to roam your body, your arms, your back, your ass. You gasped as he squeezed your ass. His hands started moving up your body again and he started to play with your tits. Pinching your nipples softly, although he was way more powerful in his Oozaru form, making you hiss at the sensation.

‘I’m sorry,’ he thought.

“No, it’s fine,” you replied, “don’t worry about it. Nothing I can’t handle, I’m a grown woman.” You winked at him. “Please, don’t stop.”

His hands moved to play with your tits again, before he slid your dress off your shoulders, leaving you standing naked in front of him.

‘You are so goddamn gorgeous.’

“You are quite formidable yourself,” you told him.

His tail wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You looked into his red eyes and kissed his snout.

Another growl emanated from him, making you smile.

“I’m wet,” you whispered to him, and the low grumble in his chest, made your skin tingle.

‘I need you, woman,’ his voice rang in your head.

You pushed him backwards, making him lay down on the soft grass. You climbed on top of him and grabbed a hold of his giant, thick, hard cock. You aligned yourself with him and slid down, ever so slowly, trying to move and adjust so you could take him.

A low growl escaped from Nappa’s lips. ‘Wow, you feel so good.’

“You’re so big,” you replied.

He chuckled.

‘Having trouble taking it?’

“No, I was merely paying you a compliment…”

You slid down on his dick as far as you could, and when you couldn’t handle the stretch anymore, you slowly moved upwards. You realized you had been wanting the Saiyan general for longer than you cared to admit. And right here and now, it felt so good to finally be so close to him. It was intimate to you, having sex with him in his Oozaru form.

“Were you ever this close to someone else in this form?” you asked him.

‘No,’ he replied, ‘why? Do you need to feel special? Because you are. You are special to me. Ever since I first saw you. I just never thought such a strong-willed, powerful and beautiful woman would ever want me. So, I kept my distance.’

“Don’t you dare to keep your distance ever again,” you said to him, sliding up and down his cock slowly.

He groaned at your movements as you sat on top of him. Your hand moved towards your clit, and you started rubbing it.

‘Woman, you are a true vision like this,’ Nappa thought, ‘I won't be able to contain myself if you go on like this.’

You smiled, before you moaned loudly as you sped up your movements on his dick and started to rub your clit faster.

Nappa put his big hands on your hips and moved you up and down his dick in a murderous pace, his instincts taking over. You thanked the gods you were so wet, otherwise you would have never been able to take his animalistic pounding.

You moaned as you felt your climax incoming, your cunt clenching around his big Oozaru dick. Nappa’s hands squeezed the flesh on your hips, and you felt his dick twitching inside of you.

He growled loudly and sat up, biting down your neck, and you knew he was drawing blood. Yet, it didn’t hurt you, it felt good. Like this was supposed to happen.

You moaned with him as you both hit your climax. The both of you lit up with your ki-energies flowing from your bodies. His dark blue color mingling with your white color. Magic was released and your bond was set, as you rode out your orgasms.

You were still panting, laying on top of Nappa when he transformed back into his regular Saiyan form.

“So, that was truly something,” you said, looking into his eyes with a smile.

He looked at your neck and stroked the bitemark he left there.

“I marked you,” he said, surprise sounding in his voice, “I marked you with a mating bite.”

“Yes, you did,” you said, “the goddess Hecate foretold it: ‘The third is still adrift. Find him, for he is yours. The way to his heart lies in his moonlit form.’ Makes sense now, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Nappa replied, stroking your hair. His hand went to cup your cheek, and you leaned into his touch, looking him in the eyes, before you bent over and kissed him. He returned it with passion, lust and love.

“Wanna come over to my place?” you asked him with a cheeky smile.

“Definitely,” he replied, “there is so much I still want to do with you.”

You smiled at him.

“Well, I guess as I’m yours now, and you’re mine, we have the rest of our lives to do that,” you sighed.

Nappa stayed silent, and just held you close to him, knowing he wasn’t adrift anymore.

He had finally been saved.

Chapter Text

The doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it!” I heard Chiaotzu’s cheerful voice yell out from the hallway.

“Hi, it’s so nice to see you again! Tien will be happy you’re here!”

“Hey, Chiaotzu, long time no see!” Your sweet voice filled the house, yet, it had me worried. You never came around unannounced.

You knew I didn’t really like surprises, and you were always very respectful of my boundaries.

You stepped into the living room, and I saw you had been crying. Chiaotzu didn’t notice, he was chatting to you about anything and everything and you replied with a cheerful smile, though I saw it never reached your eyes.

I walked over to you and gave you a hug. Chiaotzu went into the kitchen to make us some tea.

“Want to go to another room and talk about it?” I whispered in your ear.

I knew you didn’t like to talk about things in public and even though you had told me that it was okay for me to share some of your past with Chiaotzu, you had also voiced your discomfort in telling him yourself. You allowed me to talk about it with my best friend, knowing I needed support in carrying this with you as well.

“No, I just need some distraction, is that okay? I’m sorry I didn’t let you know I was coming in advance,” you replied quietly.

“That’s okay, I’m always there for you when you need me, you know that, right?”

“That’s why I came,” you said, before giving me a kiss, “Can I stay the night?”

I looked at you with furrowed brows. Something was going on and I didn’t like not knowing. I also knew better than to ask if you didn’t feel like talking.

“Only if you tell me what is going on at some point this evening,” I told you.

“I will,” you replied, squeezing my hand, “I promise.”

Chiaotzu came in with the tea and asked if you wanted to play a game.

“What game are you thinking about? Because it feels like I am about to lose my money again…” You winked at him, and I remembered the last time you played a card game with Chiaotzu, and he cheated to win.

“I didn’t cheat, if that’s what you’re implying!” Chiaotzu said indignantly.

“I wouldn’t dare…” you said innocently. I couldn’t help but chuckle. I loved to see how well you got on with Chiaotzu.

“I got this new game,” Chiaotzu said, “it’s called ‘Exploding Kittens’, it might be fun to try.”

“Oh, I know that one! It’s hilarious,” you replied, with a smile.

It comforted me to see that your smile was more genuine this time.

“How can you cheat in Exploding Kittens? Literally how?” you exclaimed towards Chiaotzu, who was rolling on the floor with laughter as he won yet another round of the game.

“Well, we used to be con artists, you know that,” I told you with a wink.

You threw your hands up in frustration.

“I quit,” you said, “I am never ever playing a game with you ever again, Chiaotzu!”

Still, you joined Chiaotzu in his laughter. It was good to see the both of you like that, and I was glad we had managed to turn your mood around with a simple card game.

“Well, I’m going to bed,” Chiaotzu said, “sleep well!”

“You too,” you replied. I just nodded.

“So, ready to tell me what’s going on?” I asked you quietly, I didn’t want to sound pushy, but I did want to know what had happened that had brought you here so unexpectedly.

You sighed.

“Flashbacks,” you simply said. You’d have flashbacks to your childhood trauma every once in a while, but you hadn’t had any for a long time by now, because of the therapy you had followed and the meditation we did together.

“What happened? Do you know what caused them?”

You looked at the ground, avoiding my gaze on purpose. I grabbed a hold of your hand.

“You know I will never judge you. I just want to help you.”

“My mom,” you whispered, “she e-mailed me again.” I saw tears filling your eyes.

“What did she say this time?” I kept my voice soft, gentle.

“Same as always. I’m embarrassing the family with my lies, and I should come back. Like, pretend nothing ever happened.”

I embraced you, pulling you close to me. My chin rested on your head, and I felt your tears falling on my shirt.

“You’re not a liar, and you don’t have to do anything for them. They treated you horribly, and you have a right to not reply to anything they do and say to you.”

You looked up at me.

“Thanks,” you whispered, “you’re always so sweet and understanding. I know this isn’t easy for you either. I’m such a mess.”

“You’re worth it, that makes it easy,” I assured you, “and yes, you are a mess. A beautiful, ever-growing mess, like all of us are. And people pretending not to be a mess are lying.”

You smiled a small smile.

“I love you.” You kissed me, and I tasted the saltiness of your tears on your lips. Your hands were on my cheeks, and I felt your need for me in it. You needed to be comforted, and I knew I was your safe person. I pulled you even closer to me and answered your kiss with the assurance I’d always be here for you.

“I know,” your hot breath whispered into my mouth, “thank you.”

Your hands were on my body, plucking at my shirt, as you kissed me, moaning at the sensation it arose in your body.

“Ssshhh,” I tried to hush you, “we have to be quiet, Chiaotzu is in the other room.”

You whimpered softly, and proceeded to undress me, your lips pressing kisses on my chest. I put my hand underneath your chin and made you look up at me.

“What do you need right now?” I asked you, not wanting to cross your boundaries, not wanting to add more flashbacks to the ones you already had. You needed to be safe, cared for, and I wanted to do that.

“You,” you said.

“You know I need more than that,” I said, “what do you need?”

“I need to be close to you. I want to please you. I need you inside of me. I need all of you,” you whispered in between kisses.

I kissed you and my hands roamed your body, slowly undressing you. When you were naked, you straddled me on the couch. I looked at you, my hands almost touching your chest.

“Can I?” I whispered.

“Please,” you answered in a desperate tone.

I massaged your breasts, slowly, deliberately. You moaned again and I kissed you, trying to hush the sounds you were making, while also enjoying being so close to you.

You moved off the couch and sat on your knees in between my legs. You kissed up my thighs softly, teasing me. The small smile in between kisses betrayed you. I moaned as your lips closed around my dick and I quickly put my hand over my mouth.

You looked up at me, slightly shaking your head, as if telling me off for making the sounds I did not allow you to make just now.

I couldn’t help it, though. Your tongue was twirling around the tip of my dick, agonizingly slow. I bucked into your mouth, needing more. Your other hand went to massage my balls, and I knew that was a deliberate try to get more sounds out of me.

“I know you’re doing it on purpose, you know,” I told you off.

“Doing what?” you asked, with a fake innocent look on your face.

I bent over to you and ghosted your lips with mine.

“Please, be quiet, Chiaotzu is in the other room. Otherwise, I will have to tell you to go home.”

You snickered at the last comment.

“Oh, come on, we both know you’d never do that. Especially not tonight.”

I furrowed my brows.

“Yeah, you’re right,” I replied, “guess I’ll have to try something else then.”

I picked you up, earning a small yelp from you, and I walked towards the bedroom. I slowly lay you down on the bed, but before I knew it, you were on top of me.

“I hadn’t finished yet,” you said, your lips closing around my cock again, continuing your movements with your tongue. You started sucking on it, and I couldn’t hold it in anymore. Looking at your beautiful form in between my legs, your hand once again on my balls, your tongue gyrating around my tip.

I grabbed one of the pillows that were on the bed and groaned into it as I felt myself spilling my seed into your mouth.

I heard a soft chuckle coming from you and put the pillow aside. You wore a smug smile.

“I thought we had to be quiet?”

“You are diabolical,” I told you.

“In a good way, I hope?” you whispered into my ear, as you climbed on top of me.

“The very best.”

I turned you around on the bed, and lay on top of you, kissing you. Our tongues exploring each other’s mouths as if we hadn’t done it time and time again already. I could never get enough of your kisses.

“I need you,” you breathed into my mouth, and I wasted no time in lining myself up to you.

I looked deep into your eyes as I very slowly pushed myself into you. This time you moaned loudly, and I put my hand over your mouth.

The moment I did it, was the moment I knew I had fucked up.

Your eyes widened in horror, and I felt every single muscle in your body tighten.

Quickly, I pulled my hand back, but I saw at the look on your face that it was too late.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, over and over again, as I pulled out of you and you sat up, gasping for breath.

You had a panic attack. Shit. How could I have let this happen?! I scrambled towards the kitchen and opened the fridge to get some ice cubes. I ran back towards the bedroom and put them in your hands.

Your crying and hyperventilating stopped immediately, and I was grateful you had once told me that this was a trick to get someone out of a panic attack. “When the body has to focus on something else, like extreme cold, it can no longer focus on the panic, and it will dissolve”, you had explained.

“I am so sorry, I had no idea…” I stammered.

“I never told you, so I should be the one to be sorry,” you said.

I grabbed your hands. “No, don’t ever be sorry for anything like this. It’s not your fault, you know that, right?”

You sighed.

I pulled you into a hug.

“It sucks to always hear it’s not my fault. I know it’s not, yet I am the one who has the trauma that causes things to go wrong. It’s so frustrating.”

“I understand,” I whispered into your hair.

“I just want to be close to you, I love you,” you sniffled.

I made you look at me and stroked some hair out of your face. I noticed the tears in your eyes, and it made my heart hurt.

“We can do anything you want, anything that feels right to you, okay?” I reassured you.

“Will you hold me, please?” you asked me, and I replied by laying down on the bed and pulling you close to me.

Your hand slowly went over the scar on my chest, and you looked up at me.

You kissed me and I felt your hand going down towards my cock.

I pulled back from the kiss, but before I could say anything, you already whispered: “I need this. I need you.”

Your hand squeezed tightly around my dick, and I got hard as you moved up and down it.

“I want you on top of me,” you said, and I did as you told me.

You lined my dick up to your entrance.

“Are you ready?” I asked you.

You moved the tip of my cock in between your folds, and I felt your wetness. I slowly pushed in, and you bit your lip.

We moved together, in sync. It was love without words, love in touches, caresses, kisses, almost inaudible sighs.

“I love you,” I whispered against your lips as I moved my hips back and forth at the pace you needed me to go. You held on to me tightly, one hand around my shoulders, the other on my head. I put my forehead to yours and I felt you shudder underneath me as your orgasm washed over you.

The intimacy of the moment lingered, and I couldn’t help but chase my own release as well.

We moaned into each other’s mouths, trying to keep our sounds at a minimum.

“I love you so much,” you told me as you had ridden out your climax, a single tear trailing down your cheek.

“I love you too, you are everything to me,” I replied, and I meant it. You were part of my world now, and I could not imagine it without you anymore.

The way you fit into my life, the way you honored my boundaries, how well you got along with Chiaotzu; you were perfect for me.

“Marry me.”

My statement hung in the air as your brows furrowed with confusion.

“I thought you didn’t…”

“Marry me,” I repeated.

A smile spread across your face and tears filled your eyes.

“Yes, yes, of course yes. Always yes!” you said, your voice still hushed, but your excitement obvious.

I held you close and whispered: “I’ll always protect you.”

I felt you nuzzle into my chest, replying: “I know. That’s why I’m marrying you.”

That night was the first night I ever fell asleep with an actual smile on my face…

Chapter Text

There he was. Your stomach dropped. You hadn't seen him in years. Fifteen years, to be exact.

He still looked the same. Lilac hair to his shoulders, bound in a ponytail. Blue, piercing eyes. His muscles looked even bigger than the last time you saw him, but that didn’t surprise you. You knew he would never stop training. He had always felt the need to be ready to protect his world and its inhabitants. 

His cheeks reddened as he looked at you before quickly looking away. Still shy. Or perhaps it was guilt? Or shame? The way he had left you hadn't been particularly kind…

You remembered the slammed door every day since he had left.

"You know I can't stay! I love you, but I just can't stay! I have to go back to my own timeline, I can't leave the people back there! If I don't help them, no one will!" 

"I know that, I only ask you to figure something out for me, for us!"

"I can't! I have to go now!"

Ever since he left, you hadn't mentioned him to anyone, and anytime someone else had mentioned him, you had left the room, escaping to a secluded place where you could cry. 

But he was here now. And you realized your feelings hadn't changed a bit. Your heart pounded in your chest, heat rose in your cheeks, and worst of all you felt the all too familiar pulsing in your pussy as you looked at him talking to Goku about why he was here. 

Apparently his mom had died in his timeline and he wanted to see his mom in this timeline again. Just to give her a hug. You understood the emotion, after you lost your own parents. You'd give anything to hug them one more time...

It wasn't long before Trunks got you alone in the kitchen. He had wanted to see you, to apologize to you. He wasn't proud of the way he had left you all those years ago. 

"Hey," he said nervously, his cheeks reddening again, his eyes staring down at the floor, not really knowing where to start.

"Hi," you replied curtly. It was apparent to Trunks you were still hurt, and a jab of pain crossed his heart. 

He moved closer to you, his fingers touching the palm of your hand gently. 

"I am so sorry," he started to say, "I never should have left you like that. I didn't know what to do."

"I understood that you had to go back. I always have, that has never been the issue for me. It was your behavior towards me, that’s what hurt me," you told him sternly.

"I know that now. It took me a while to understand. I was so preoccupied with what I had to do, I never stopped to think about us." 

"And that was the problem, right there. I never mattered enough to you for you to consider us. I loved you, you know. I loved you with all that I had."

Even though your words cut Trunks deep, your demeanor had always attracted him. You knew your worth, and you were never afraid to voice it.

“Can you forgive me?” he whispered, as he stepped closer to you, his lips ghosting yours. You felt his hot breath against your lips.

“I don’t know. I want to, but I don’t want to get hurt again. You’ve hurt me once, but it lasted for years. I don’t know if I can handle that, or whether I’d want to.”

He put his forehead to yours gently and closed his eyes. You saw tears rolling down his cheeks. You wiped them away with your thumbs, and Trunks leaned into your touch.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered.

You sighed. “I’ve missed you too. I wasn’t able to listen to anyone talking about you without crying. Every single day I hoped you’d come back to me. Lots of guys have tried to court me, but I turned each and every one of them down, simply because they weren’t you. And now that you’re here, I don’t know what to do.”

“Please,” he whimpered, moving his lips ever closer to yours.

Your resolve evaporated as the moment engulfed you and there was nothing else but his lips on yours. His smell bringing back long forgotten, yet treasured memories of nights spent together, exploring each other’s bodies; him showing you his Super Saiyan transformation, just because you loved seeing his golden hair; loving each other with sweet nothings, while getting lost in each other's bodies. 

Your hands traced familiar patterns in his hair, and down his back. Trunks moved closer to you, until you felt your back pressed against the kitchencounter. You opened your mouth to him willingly. You needed him close to you, you wanted to please him, like you had done all those years ago.

His tongue entered your mouth eagerly, tasting you again, like he had imagined so often throughout the many years you had spent apart.

He lifted you up and you put your legs around his waist, as he carried you towards your bedroom, which he knew was still the same room down the hallway. Bulma had told him you permanently moved into Capsule Corp. after your parents had died. He hadn’t been there to comfort you, to support you through it. Guilt crept up his spine as he lay you down on your bed.

He looked at you with the intense stare he had when he was certain about something.

“I’m so sorry.”

“What about?” you asked him, looking at his frown which he most definitely had inherited from his father.

“Everything. Leaving you, the way I left you, not being here when you needed me. I loved you, I still love you. I should have done things differently.”

“You couldn’t have, you had to go back. I understand that. It is what it is, and we have to accept that.”

You pulled him closer to you as you started to undress him. His fingers went to the buttons of your shirt and it didn’t take him any effort to take your shirt off. Your pants soon followed and so did your underwear. After that he undressed himself as well.

Trunks looked at your body, and you felt insecure. The years hadn’t been kind to you, neither had life. It showed in your curves which had grown, the lines on your face that had started to appear. His face looked older too, even though there wasn’t a single wrinkle to identify. His body had become stronger, but other than that you recognized every ridge, every crevice, every muscle.

“You are so beautiful,” he said when his eyes landed on yours.

You felt your cheeks get red. His praise had always had that effect on you.

“You don’t have to lie,” you retorted, “I know my body has changed and not all changes were good.”

Trunks looked at you, frowning again. “Who told you that?”

“No one had to, I own a mirror.”

Trunks shook his head.

“It’s broken if you see anything less than perfect in it.”

“I’m not perfect,” you said.

“No,” Trunks agreed, “but to me you are. You don’t have to be perfect for me to percieve you as perfect. To me you are perfect, no matter what happened over these past fifteen years.”

You pulled him towards you and kissed him. It was a hungry kiss, a desperate kiss. A kiss that was trying to take back some of those years you lost to being apart from each other. Trying to pretend nothing had been lost, that you could go back and pretend everything was fine.

Your hands clawed at his body, craving him ever closer to you, wanting nothing more but to dissapear into him completely. As if him slamming the door fifteen years ago hadn’t left the both of you in ruins. As if it didn’t break your heart into a million pieces. As if it didn’t take you years to be okay after that. Just okay, because without him you never truly felt good.

His hands were frantically following your curves, reaquainting himself with your body, as it had changed over the years. Still loving it, still thinking you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

You pushed him off of you and made him sit on all fours, as you sat behind him, your hand wrapping around his dick, slowly moving up and down it. You put the index and middle finger of your other hand in your mouth, getting them wet, before you slowly pushed your index finger into his asshole.

Trunks growled loudly, memories flooding his mind of how you had done this the first time, trying it out cautiously. But now, now you knew what to do, how to do it, how he liked it. More importantly, you had remembered.

“You’re doing so well,” you praised him, and it made him buck into your hand.

“Please,” he whimpered.

“Use your words, my beautiful prince,” you told him.

“I… need… more…”

You added your middle finger to the index finger buried deep in his ass, and he groaned at the sensation. You bent your fingers and started massaging his prostate.

“You sound so pretty when you moan like this,” you told him, making him whimper once again.

“You’re so beautiful.” You smiled as your praise broke him down, piece by piece, exactly the way you liked it. It made you wet, without him even touching you.

“Such a good boy, letting me take care of you,” you said, “such a good boy for coming back to me.”

“Please… please…” Trunks whined, “I’m… I’m… I can’t…”

“Cum for me, show me how much you missed me,” you whispered, your fingers applying even more pressure to his prostate.

Trunks quickly grabbed some tissues from your nightstand, before he came hard, groaning loudly. You felt his body shiver with his climax, and you wanted him inside of you. You needed him close, you needed to look at his face when he came again.

Of course you didn’t have to tell him what you needed. He knew. He had never forgotten how your body would pulse with want for him, how your smell would tell him how wet you were. It was his turn to put you on all fours, as he pushed himself into you roughly, overcome with a need to feel your wet and warm cunt around his dick. Nothing had changed, you felt exactly the same as you had way back when he was with you for the first time. One of his hands grabbed onto your hair, pulling your head back and you moaned loudly at the sensation. He fucked you hard and fast, all the while praising you.

“You're doing so well for me.”

“You still feel the same, so perfect.”

“Your pussy is so wet, you hear that? It’s so, so good.”

His hands held on to your hips, squeezing them as he rutted into you.

“Your body is so beautiful, so much to hold, so much to love. So soft.”

His dick pressed against the soft spot inside of your cunt just right, and he proved he still knew how to make you cum while only penetrating you. You screamed out his name in pleasure, as he pulled your hair again, while you clenched your cunt around his dick as you came undone.

You fell down on the bed and turned around to face him. He lay on top of you, the tip of his dick pressing against your entrance, as if it wasn’t overly sensitive to you, as if he could just do this, without any consequences. He was right, though, he could. You looked into his blue eyes, your hand stroking back his long lilac hair behind his ear. You would always allow him to take you like this, and he knew it. You loved him, you had missed him, and you craved him.

He put his forehead to yours and said: “I never meant to hurt you, I never meant to ruin things between us. I wish I’d done things different.”

He pushed his dick into you, burying himself to the hilt.

“I had such a hard time understanding how we could have had so many nights loving each other, and how it could all end so suddenly, without even a proper goodbye,” you whispered.

Tears fell from your eyes, and Trunks traced them with his lips, kissing them all away.

“I am so so sorry,” he said.

Your hands went through his hair, and traced his jawline.

“I missed you so much. But I don’t know how to go back to who we were…” Your voice was uneven with all the emotions that had accumulated over time.

“We’ll get there. It will take time, but I promise you I’ll brick by brick rebuild us. Using only how’s and why’s not when’s,” Trunks whispered to you, never letting up his movements.

His fingers went to your clit and you moaned at the precision of his touches.

“You look so beautiful like this, you are so perfect. You can still take me so well,” he told you.  

“You’re the only one who can make me feel this way. No one ever did as good as you. I could never settle for anyone else but you,” you replied.

You looked into his eyes as your orgasm washed over you and you felt him paint your walls white with his seed.

As the both of you were panting, coming down from your highs, it was like all the memories came back. All the moments spent loving each other, praising one another, worshipping each other’s existence.

Trunks looked into your eyes where he saw your shared memories and said: “I’ll do things different this time. I love you, I want to stay with you. Is it too late?”

You sighed, the pain of the last fifteen years burning in your heart. Yet, the fire of hurt was slowly dying down, and you could answer nothing else but:

“It’s never too late for the future to start.”

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“Oh, I’m never going to get this!” you huffed out in frustration.

“Don’t worry, I’ll explain again,” Gohan told you with a sweet smile.

“Please, stop, it makes my head hurt…” you pleaded with him.

“Haha, okay, okay,” he said, turning his desk chair to look at you laying sprawled out on his bed, where you had been listening to his tutoring. Maths, nope, you were never going to get it. No matter how patiently Gohan tried to explain it to your math-incompetent brain.

Besides, you were way too distracted to take anything in. All you could do was look at Gohan’s body. His muscles, sweet smile, beautiful black hair. It had actually made you wet and you desperately tried to hide it from him.

You saw his eyes roaming your form, and you knew you had been unsuccessful in hiding your lust for him.

“Like what you see?” you winked at him.

His cheeks turned crimson.

“Uh… well…” he stammered, “you are quite beautiful.”

You turned to lay on your stomach and put your feet up in the air, swinging them back and forth playfully.

“So, are you gonna show me how beautiful?” you asked him with a sly smile.

Gohan gulped loudly, but still moved towards the bed. He sat down on his knees next to the bed and gave you a chaste kiss, which made you giggle.

“You’re such a sweet boy,” you told him, stroking a strand of hair out of his face. He closed his eyes as your fingers traced his jawline, and you followed the shape of his lower lip with your thumb.

Gohan let out a soft moan, making you smile. He had such a soft spot for you, it was easy for you to make him ache with want.

“You do know I am going to need more than that, right?” you asked him with a mischievous glint in your eye.

Gohan chuckled nervously. You sat up on the bed, grabbed a hold of his shirt and made him sit beside you on the bed.

“What do you want me to do?” He was mesmerized by your lips being so close to his, as you scooted over closer to him. You loved the fact you could leave Gohan breathless.

“Perhaps you should touch me…” you whispered against his lips, as your fingers ghosted the palm of his hand, laying in his lap. You lifted his hand up to your lips and started kissing his fingertips.

Gohan breathed loudly, and you saw him readjust his sitting position on the bed. You relished in the effect you had on him, he was like putty in your hands.

You put Gohan’s hand that you were holding on your breast, making his breath hitched. You ghosted his lips with yours, before pressing soft kisses to his jawline. He moaned as your kisses went down his neck and you softly bit down on it.

“Shouldn’t you be quiet, with your mom being home and all?” you asked him.

“No… no…” his desperation for you becoming clearer every second you teased him, “she went to the grocery store.”

“Good,” you told him, as your hand stroked his inner thigh, not touching his cock yet. You were going to make him wait, drive him mad. You loved that side of him.

“Can I… please…” he asked you.

“Use your words, baby, what do you want?” you commanded him.

“I need you,” he moaned in desperation.

“No,” you told him sternly, putting his chin between your fingers and making him look you in the eye, “Tell me what you want, clearly.”

“I want to hold you and kiss you. I need to be close to you, please, let me be close to you.”

“No,” you told him, “Not yet…”

He whimpered at your denial, as he put his hands on your tits and started to massage them. You grabbed them and pushed him down on the bed.

“I said no…”

You straddled him and held his hands above his head, you bent over to kiss him, softly at first, but his tongue asked for permission to roam your mouth, which you decided to grant him. Your tongues danced around each other, and Gohan bit your lower lip, making you moan.

Your pussy was flush against his cock, only your clothes keeping them apart. You grinded down on him hard, making Gohan growl in your mouth.

You let go of his hands and he immediately put them on your breasts, massaging them and pinching your nipples through the fabric. You started to palm his dick through his pants, which was already stained with his precum.

“Please,” he pleaded with you.

“What is it, baby?” you asked him, your voice sweet like honey.

“I need more,” he growled.

You looked him in the eye and saw a faint red glow in them.

‘There it is,’ you thought, ‘let the fun begin.’

Gohan completely overpowered you, as you’d been teasing him for far too long. He needed you, he needed to be close to you, buried deep inside of you. He took of your clothes in a rough manner, and you tugged on his shirt and pulled down his pants, his cock springing up, veins clearly visible, his tip leaking with precum. You sat down on your knees in front of him, but he grabbed your elbow and lay you down on his bed.

“No,” he said, “I need to be inside of you.”

“Do you have protection?” you asked him.

“No, I thought you did?” he asked in return.

“No, we used up all the condoms I kept in my backpack.”

“Shit,” he said.

“Well… there is another way…” you gave him a lopsided smile.

You saw the cogs in his brains whirring and his eyes widened in realization.

“You wanna try that?” he asked you, “Are you absolutely sure?”

“Yes, I trust you,” you said as you kissed him passionately.

“Besides, it would be a waste to have nowhere to go with that, now, would it?” You looked at his dick. “And as you crave more than oral…”

You kissed him again, stroking up and down his dick. You spread his precum all over his dick, making it as moist as you could. Gohan grabbed you, put you on the bed on your hands and knees and stood behind you, lining his cock up to your asshole.

“Tell me if it’s too much or if it hurts, okay?” he told to you.

“Please, just fuck me, baby,” you told him, moving your ass to indicate to him to hurry up.

Gohan put one hand on your hip and used the other one to slowly guide his cock into you. He moved slowly, carefully, and you moaned softly as he slid his dick into your tight asshole.

“Wow,” Gohan moaned, “this feels so good.”

“It does,” you moaned, as Gohan’s cock filled your ass, the sensation being completely new to you, but at the same time it felt better than anything ever had.

“Why haven’t we done this before?” you asked him.

Gohan didn’t reply, his movements sped up, and you felt his hands grabbing a firm hold of your hips. He needed you, he was desperate for you. You knew your hips were going to bruise, but you loved that. You loved it when he let himself go. The red glow in his eyes, the firm hold, the desperate fucking.

He bent over your back and started kissing your neck. He growled into your ear in between kisses, and he started massaging your breasts again, making you moan loudly.

One of his hands went down to your clit, and he started rubbing it, making you whimper in ecstasy. His fingers then moved through your folds, and he put two fingers inside your cunt as well.

You cried out in pleasure. The sensation of both your holes being filled was intense, but you had never felt so good in your entire life.

“Yes, Gohan, I’m gonna cum,” you moaned.

He picked up his pace, stretching your asshole further with his thick cock, giving you more friction, as he started chased his own release.

“Cum for me, beautiful girl,” he growled in a low voice, giving you goosebumps all over.

His fingers were still buried deep into your cunt, fucking you hard. You bucked your ass into his dick, moaning desperately.

Gohan growled loudly, and you felt him shoot his warm seed into you. The sensation foreign to you, but so good that it sent you over the edge as well.

At that moment the door to Gohan’s bedroom was thrown open.

“WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON HERE?!” you heard his mom shout.

‘Oh, fuck,’ you thought, ‘fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…’

“MOM! GO AWAY!” Gohan shouted at her, as he quickly grabbed his bedsheets and threw them over you.

“GOHAN, ARE YOU TWO… NO, NO, YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE STUDYING!”

“We were done,” you said in a small voice, moving around to face Chi-Chi.

“Young lady, doing things like that can seriously impact your future. If you get pregnant, the both of you will be throwing away your entire lives!” she pointed her finger at you.

“Mom don’t point your finger at her like that. Besides it’s impossible to get pregnant in the position we were using, so, no we’re not throwing away our entire lives,” Gohan said, an air of defiance around him you hadn’t witnessed before. But damn, it made you wet. You loved the way he was defending you; it was sweet and hot at the same time.

“What’s going on?” Goku chimed in.

“By the gods!” Gohan yelled, “Get out of my room, the both of you!” He slammed the door in his parents’ faces and locked it.

“We’re not done talking about this, young man,” you heard his mother shout through the closed door and Gohan pulled a face at the door.

You chuckled.

“Well, you can laugh, I’ll have to deal with this after you sneak out the bedroom window,” he sighed.

“Your mom is never gonna let us study again, is she?” you asked him, full well knowing the answer to the question already.

“Guess we should ask my dad if I can come over to your place next time,” he winked at you.

“Yes, and let’s not forget to lock the door in the future.”

You got dressed and kissed him goodbye.

“Good luck,” you said as you climbed out of his bedroom window, “and if it’s too much tonight with your parents… You can always come and sneak out to my place tonight. I’d love to get another round of what we just did.”

Gohan smiled at you.

“That’s a great idea,” he said, “see you tonight!”

With that you jumped out of his window and got on your bike to go home.

There was a lot more to be explored with Gohan, and you simply couldn’t wait…

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It felt different when you woke up that morning. Lighter. Like all the bad things you had recently been through because of your husband, Goku Black, and his other self, Zamasu, were now far away from you.

Yet, looking at the sky from your bedroom window, you saw dark clouds gathering, as if a giant change or clash was imminent.

What you didn’t know was that a couple of light years away, on a completely different planet, Goku looked up from his training with Master Roshi. A voice sounded in the sky, and he put his hand behind his head, trying to figure out where he had heard that voice before.

“Please, save me. I am calling out to the man named Goku. The man who offered to save me, when he fought Zamasu and Goku Black. Please, Goku, save me from them. I can’t do it anymore. I need your help. Please, save me.”

“Do you hear that, Master Roshi?” Goku asked. The old man looked at him, confusion written on his face.

“I think it’s time for you to rest if you start hearing things that aren’t there,” Master Roshi told him.

Suddenly, your face came to mind, and Goku remembered his promise to you. He knew it was time to finally face Goku Black and Zamasu one last time, to defeat them and to help you…

“I have to go!” Goku said and without further delay he used Instant Transmission, leaving Master Roshi behind with an immense amount of worry for his friend.

You decided to get up and set to your chores, before another severe punishment would befall you. You winced as you moved, the wounds of Black’s last whipping a couple of days ago still stinging every single piece of skin on your back.

You thought about Goku again, about his companions trying to fight your husband and Zamasu. You hoped they would be successful as you tried to fight back tears while doing your chores, even though you were severely injured.

You worked through the pain, like you had done so many times before. Not just from Black’s punishments, no. Memories of your childhood flooded your mind. Hits, punches, kicks, all received from people who supposedly loved you. It had slowly dawned on you during the last couple of days how much your marriage mirrored your upbringing.

There had to be a way to break the endless cycle of trauma and abuse. A sudden wave of nausea made you run to the bathroom, where you emptied your stomach of its content into the toilet bowl. You sat down next to the toilet when you had evicted the last of your breakfast from your body, placing your hand protectively on your belly.

‘I’m going to get you out of here, I promise,’ you thought as you gently stroked your belly over your clothes.

“There you are!” Black said as you walked into the courtyard, “We’ve got a surprise for you.”

Zamasu stood behind him, putting a hand on Black’s shoulder.

“What is it, master, please don’t keep me in suspense,” you replied to your husband, playing along so you wouldn't receive yet another beating.

“We’ve decided it’s time to share you,” Black said, making all the blood drain from your face.

“No,” you whispered, before you could stop yourself.

“No?” Zamasu repeated, as he squeezed Black’s shoulder, “Do we allow such insolence by a mere mortal, my love?”

“No, we do not,” Black replied firmly.

You once again felt a wave of nausea wash over you, but this time it was not because of your pregnancy. It was over the blatant self-love these two beings were showing, which disgusted you. You wanted to run, to leave and never return. But you also knew that Black’s power was stronger than yours and with Zamasu being immortal, he could survive any attack you’d throw at him.

You didn’t stand a chance. There was nothing you could do, but wait. Wait to be rescued, like a damsel in distress. You cussed at yourself. This was not why you had become a powerful witch. You had become one to save yourself, to keep yourself from harm. How did you still manage to end up in the same mess you always had?

You shot a ki-blast at both of them, before you started running. If only you had a means to travel off this world. You had to find a place to lock yourself into, in hopes of someone coming for you.

You stopped in your tracks as Zamasu’s pale green face appeared in front of you. Two hands snaked around your body from the back. Black’s. Zamasu smiled at you. Not at you, you realized. He smiled at Black standing behind you. It was a soft smile, a loving one. His hand stroked Black’s cheek and Black turned his head to kiss it. You felt Black’s dick go hard and poke into your back. Was this really happening?

Zamasu undressed you, as Black was still holding you, so you wouldn’t escape.

“On your knees!” Zamasu commanded you.

Slowly you did as you were told. The familiar soft pink glow fell on the white tiles beneath you. You sat up, held your head up high, and muttered a spell for protection for your belly, for the baby growing inside of it. A warm glow flowed through your abdomen and you felt at peace, knowing not even these god-like beings would be able to hurt your child now.

The first lash of the whip fell on your shoulders, followed by a couple more on your back and ass. You heard Zamasu let out chuckle.

“Well done,” he said, “the patterns are following the ones already there.”

Tears stung in your eyes, but you refused to show them any sign of weakness. A strength had set in your bones the moment you had found out you were pregnant a couple of days ago. You were not going to show them any pain, any sign of discomfort. You felt strong.

You saw a woman standing at the of the courtyard. Shoulders back, proud face, long golden hair flowing down her back. A beautiful necklace adorned her neck and draped around her shoulders was a cloak made of falcon feathers. You recognized her. She had been visiting you more often over these past few days.

Freya. Goddess of fertility and magic, amongst many other things.

She had spoken to you over the last few days. Always stating the same line: “He will come for you.” You knew she meant Goku.

Today she said something different however: “He is coming for you.”

Goku was on his way. There was a sense of peace setting in your bones, and you took the beating your husband gave you in silence.

Zamasu, slowly getting irritated by your unresponsiveness to the lashing, walked over to you and punched you in the face a couple of times. You looked at him, smiling, with blood dripping down the side of your mouth.

“Thank you, sir,” you told him, resting in the knowledge your rescuer was on his way. Resting in the knowledge nothing could hurt your baby, with the goddess near you. The Universe had listened and was standing up for you.

“The insolence!” Zamasu snapped, “We need to teach her yet another lesson!”

“What kind of lesson do you want to teach her?” Black asked him.

“Bind her,” Zamasu ordered Black.

Black once again made handcuffs out of his pink ki and bound your hands behind your back. It burned hot on the scars Black had made a couple of days earlier.

“Bind her feet too,” Zamasu continued.

Black did as he was ordered. You lay on the cold, white tiles as Black lifted you and set you down on all fours. You struggled in keeping your balance, so you used a spell to keep yourself up, knowing that if you’d fall over your punishment would be severe.

“Such a beautiful mut,” Zamasu mused.

“Thank you, sir,” you told him once again.

“I am done with her insolence,” Zamasu said, “gag her.”

Black smiled as he sat down on his knees in front of you, pulling down his pants, revealing his hard cock to you. He grabbed a rough hold of your chin and forced your mouth open as he put his dick into it, pushing it down your throat, making you gag as he did.

All you could think about was trying to keep yourself alive, fighting through the pain of the ki bindings burning the skin of your wrists and ankles, fighting through the pain of more lashings, this time given by Zamasu, fighting through the lack of oxygen intake, as Black was gagging you with his dick.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, drool dripped down your chin. You refused to move your mouth or tongue to give Black any pleasure. You were done playing their games. It was a bizarre dichotomy, not wanting to work with them, yet not wanting to die either.

You still saw the goddess standing behind your husband. Freya was still looking at you, fierce and proud.

“You can do it,” she told you, “stay strong, he is on the way.”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath through your nose, grounding yourself. You focussed your thoughts on Goku and his friends, manifesting them to come save you.

Zamasu’s hands carressed your hips and it sent shivers down your spine. You wanted to put your hands on your abdomen, protecting the child you were carrying, but couldn’t. You braced yourself for him entering you, as you felt him lining his dick up to your asshole.

You cried out, as he brutally thrust into you, bottoming out in one stroke, but all your cries were muffled by Black’s cock, which he was moving in and out of your mouth now.

Black growled loudly as he emptied himself deep into the back of your throat, making you choke on his seed. He pulled out and you coughed loudly, trying to catch your breath again.

“Come over here,” Zamasu ordered Black, “untie her legs.”

You sighed in relief as the burning sensation on your ankles let up, and Zamasu pulled out of your ass.

But it didn’t last. Black sat down behind you, on his knees and pushed his dick into your cunt. It felt raw, painful, like his cock was setting the inside of your pussy on fire, and not the good kind.

Zamasu stood in front of Black, over you, and entered your asshole again roughly, mercilessly pounding into you again.

Zamasu and Black alternated their movements in and out of you. You were constantly filled by either of their cocks. Pain tore through you, because of your resistance. It took you a while to get wet, making at least Black’s movements feel somewhat less painful.

“I love you,” you heard Black say behind you. To your shock you realized he wasn’t saying it to you, as Zamasu replied: “I love you too.”

You felt them filling you up simultaneously, and you vomited on the white tiles of the courtyard.

“How dare you?!” Zamasu roared. He turned you over on your back, sat on top of you and started punching you in the face.

“How dare you defile the Sacred World of the Kai?!”

Blood was now staining the white tiles, as you felt his fists making contact with every part of your face.

“You are no longer married to my companion,” he growled, “you filthy mortal. We’ll give you to Goku, you are no longer allowed to stay here.”

Black looked up at Zamasu in anger, not willing to give you up that easily, but Zamasu looked back at him with a look that made Black decide it was better to obey Zamasu. After all Zamasu was immortal, Black wasn’t.  

Zamasu’s words made a sensation stir deep inside of you. You heard the voice of the goddess again, this time saying: “You are free.”

Freedom. Zamasu’s words elicited a sense of freedom in you.

It was the last thing you felt before you lost your consciousness.

“I heard her voice, Vegeta, we have to go, now!” Goku gave out an exasperated cry.

“I get that, Kakarot, but as long as my wife hasn’t finished her work on the time machine yet, there is nothing we can do!”

“Done!” Bulma shouted.

Goku wasted no time in getting the three of them into the small time vehicle. Bulma pressed the nessecary buttons to start their journey and before they knew it, they landed in a world which was mostly destroyed.

Goku and Vegeta recognized it from their last travel, but Bulma gasped as she looked at the wasteland Goku Black had created, calling it his Utopia.

She ducked into a crater as Black and Zamasu emerged, welcoming Goku and Vegeta back once again.

Black held you by your hair, showing you to Goku.

“Have you come to collect this?” he sneered, eliciting a chuckle from Zamasu. Goku’s face contorted in anger as he saw your bruised and broken body dangling from Black’s hand.

He threw you towards Goku, who caught you and brought you over to Bulma, so she could look after you. Meanwhile, Vegeta launched an attack on Black and Zamasu to distract them from Goku and Bulma.

You slowly opened your eyes as you felt a hand stroke your cheek in a comforting way.

“We’ll get you out of here, I promise,” you heard Goku say, before he left to aid Vegeta in the fight.

“What’s your name?” the blue haired woman asked you, and you replied, coughing loudly.

Your hand instinctively went to your belly, rubbing it softly.

Bulma’s eyes widened with realization.

“It will be okay,” she said, trying to comfort you, “we’ll get you and your baby out of here, don’t you worry about that.”

Your view turned dark as you passed out again.

When you woke up again, you were in a soft and warm bed. A woman with black hair tied up in a bun, held a cold cloth to your forehead.

“Goku, she’s awake,” she said.

He sat down beside you, stroking your cheek.

“Hey,” he said, “how are you feeling?”

“Tired,” you replied, “sore.”

“I’m so sorry I didn’t take you with us the first time we saw you. I didn’t know they would do this to you,” he said, guilt clouding his face.

“It’s not your fault,” you told him, “it was my choice. A bad choice, but still, mine to make. Not yours to force.”

He looked at you with sadness in his eyes.

“The doctor already examined you. He said you and your baby will be fine, you just need a lot of rest and healing.”

“Thank you.”

Goku gave you a gentle hug, and you cried into his shirt.

“It’s okay,” he said, “everything will be fine. We will take care of you, you don’t have to do this alone.”

You felt a hand on your head and saw the black haired woman sitting beside Goku.

“Yes, we will help you through it all, it’s already been decided,” she said with a firmness in her voice that told you there was nothing you could say to make her change her mind.

“I don’t know how to thank you,” you sniffed.

“Thank us by working to be okay again,” the woman said, “be okay enough to take care of a next generation.”

You knew it would be a long and hard journey, but with people around you to help and support you in any way you needed, you knew that you would get there. You finally felt ready to break the great trauma connecting all the generations before you. Yes, your child would grow up in safety, respect and good care. Surrounded by nothing but friendship and family.

Family that wasn’t necessarily related by blood, but by something far more important: true love.

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You smiled to yourself as you laid out the new lingerie set on your bed. You had bought it just last week and wanted to surprise Gohan with it. He had been a tremendous help to you during your finals week and you thought he deserved a proper thank you for it.

Tonight, he would be coming over to your place to celebrate you both making it through your final exams with good grades. Your parents were gone for the weekend, and you had stocked up on fizzy pop, pizzas and other snacks to last you throughout the weekend.

Gohan had told his mother he was going to be spending the weekend over at Krillin’s. After your last visit to Gohan’s place, to study, Chi-Chi had told Gohan he was not allowed to see you anymore, as you were ‘too distracting’ in her opinion. She wasn’t completely wrong, although the visit had started with studying. It just ended up in studying each other…

After you had told Krillin about this, he had told the two of you that you could always use him as an excuse for Gohan to go out. He would keep your secret. Krillin was the coolest friend Gohan’s dad had, and you greatly appreciated him.

You put on your lingerie. It was a lace set, the fabric an intense black color, which complemented your skin tone perfectly. There were little bows on the bra straps and several along the panty line as well. You had also bought a pair of black lace stockings and garters. You wore a black dress over it, which you knew was Gohan’s favorite.

The doorbell rang and you excitedly skipped towards it. You opened the door with a wide smile and as you had predicted…. Gohan looked at you with his mouth agape.

“Hi,” you said, giving him a kiss on his cheek, “you alright?”

“I… uhm… I… yeah, alright,” he mumbled, “hi.”

You grabbed his hand and pulled him into the house, towards the kitchen.

“You hungry?” you asked him, opening the fridge, bending over to see what you had bought. Perhaps bending a little extra, just because… You looked up at Gohan.

‘Bingo!’ you thought, as you caught him staring at your backside.

“My eyes are here, babe,” you said, pointing at your eyes.

“Yeah, yeah I know,” he said, quickly looking up at your eyes.

You grabbed a couple of drinks and a bag of popcorn and went into the living room to watch a movie. As it was October after all, and you were a Halloween girl in heart and soul, you had decided to watch your favorite horror movie: The Conjuring.

Even though you knew the movie by heart and had by now learned when every jump scare would be, you still made a point of grabbing a hold of Gohan for each and every one of them, constantly moving closer to him. At some point he flinched at one of the scares and you chuckled.

“I know you know this movie by heart,” he whispered in your ear, “don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing.”

“Do you mind?” you asked him, smiling slyly.

“Well, I had hoped to watch this classic horror movie properly,” he replied with a wink.

You laughed out loud, swatting his arm.

“You asshole,” you said.

“Your asshole,” he said.

“Oh, I remember,” you said, looking at him through your eyelashes, earning you a pair of red cheeks from Gohan.

“Your mom still giving you a hard time then?” you asked him.

“No, my dad talked some sense into her,” he replied.

“He did?” you asked perplexed, “Never thought I’d see the day your dad would talk some sense.”

Gohan chuckled.

“Yeah, he has his flaws, but on the whole, he is pretty amazing.”

“He most certainly is,” you agreed with him.

“He even told my mom he was going to check on me at Krillin’s, but I think he uses that excuse for himself to go train,” Gohan continued.

You laughed.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, he told me he likes you a lot, so he wants me to be able to spend time with you,” Gohan said.

“Really?”

“Yeah, he said that you obviously make me happy, so that makes him happy. He doesn’t agree with my mom that you can’t come over anymore, but you know my mom.” Gohan sighed.

“Your dad is the sweetest. And technically, your mom has a point, although she could be a little less drama about it,” you chuckled.

Gohan sighed again.

“Yeah, not gonna happen. We’ll just have to grin and bear it.”

“For you I’ll do anything,” you said dreamily, and Gohan let out a shy chuckle, before kissing you.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you too,” you replied.

You turned back to the tv, which was now showing your favorite scene of the movie. The hide and clap scene. The mother of the kids heard her kids playing a game of hide and seek. Yet, when she went to look for her children, they were not to be found playing a game. The pictures along the stairs fell down and shattered loudly, making Gohan flinch again. Doors then proceeded to open, and the mom walked towards the stairs of the cellar. The door shut behind her…

You waited for the right moment and at the final clap – two hands appearing out of nowhere next to the mother – you put your hands in Gohan’s sides squeezing him, which made him jump on the couch with fright.

“Not funny” he said, looking at you as you got tears in your eyes laughing about your own joke.

“I’m sorry, babe, I just had to,” you said.

His eyes landed on yours and then slowly drifted down to your dress.

“I really like what you’re wearing.” His hand slowly slid the strap of your dress off your shoulder, revealing the black bra strap that was hiding underneath it. It was the first time you were wearing this kind of lingerie for Gohan, and he felt butterflies of excitement in his stomach.

“If you like what I’m wearing, why are you taking it off then?” You smiled at him.

He placed a soft kiss on your shoulder, making you sigh.

“Classic horror movie, babe,” you reminded him.

“Well, you’re making it hard to focus, besides, we have all weekend to watch it,” he stated matter-of-factly, as he paused the movie.  

You giggled.

“Something tells me, we won’t be watching a lot of movies.”

“And I don’t think you mind at all,” he smiled mischievously, moving his lips closer to yours.

You gasped as Gohan took off your dress, slowly unzipping the back and sliding it down your shoulders. The red glow in his eyes was back and his movements were confident and deliberate.  It gave you goosebumps.

His hand traced the shape and fabric of the lingerie you were wearing, his eyes fixed on the way it fitted your body. He massaged your breasts before his hands traveled down your body. He sat down on his knees before the couch, in between yours and kissed your clothed cunt.

“You’re so wet I can taste it through the fabric,” he said with a mischievous smile.

He traced on finger over it. “It’s so thin, I wonder if you can feel this through it.”

He put his tongue flat on your panties, pushing hard, licking up in one stripe. You moaned at the sensation, making Gohan look up.

“Ah, so you do feel that.”

“Yes, feels so good,” you breathed.

He continued licking up and down your panties, giving you the friction you so craved. You grabbed a hold of his hair, as the feeling became overwhelming. Gohan didn’t care, he kept on licking and sucking your sensitive bud through the fabric of your black lace panties. His hands were on your thighs holding you in place.

You panted and Gohan knew your climax was fast-approaching. You moaned his name as you came undone and Gohan held on to your thighs, giving your cunt small kisses as you rode out your orgasm.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he said, his voice low, making you shiver.

You sat down on your knees on the couch, your hands placed on the backrest.

“Go right ahead,” you told him, bending over giving him a good view of your ass, “I saw you watching when I bent over to get something from the fridge…”

He grabbed a hold of your hair, pulling your head backwards, holding his lips to your ears.

“Did you, now?” His growl sent shivers down your spine. You shrieked and then moaned as he snapped one of the garters against your leg. Gohan chuckled, as he picked a condom out of his pants pocket, before taking it off and sliding the condom on.

He pushed aside your panties, his fingers lingering on your wet pussy. He hummed approvingly, before lining himself up and pushing into your cunt.

His hands grabbed a firm hold of your hips and he started moving in and out of you. It was rough, fierce. He was losing control; you felt it and it excited you.

You felt his dick deep inside your cunt, filling you up, moving along the soft spot inside of it. You moaned at the sensation of his relentless movements.

Gohan couldn’t stop, a red haze clouding his sight as all he could think about was your body, being close to you, being deep inside of you. It was a primal, animalistic instinct that at times took over. He couldn’t help it, neither could he blame you, even though at the moment you were the main reason this would happen to him. He had felt this in fights at times, but he hadn’t fought in years.

He rutted into you like a wild beast, his hands leaving bruises on your hips, before they traveled to your boobs to squeeze them real hard. You loved it when he was rough with you, you relished in the knowledge that you could make him lose himself like this. He was always so polite and proper. Only you got to see this exact side of him. You tried to keep up with his movements, but he sped it up to an almost impossible to match pace.

You moaned and whimpered as his dick pressed against your soft spot inside your cunt, going deeper with every thrust, until his dick pressed against your womb. Gohan put his fingers on your clit, rubbing it fast and rough. You shouted his name as you came undone around him, your cunt clenching tightly around his cock.

Gohan growled loudly as he came inside of you, his hands still on your breasts as his dick twitched inside of you.

“I lost it again, didn’t I?” he asked you, softly stroking over the bruises that were forming on your hips.

“Oh, yes you did,” you said, looking around at him with a big smile.

He smiled shyly.

“Don’t worry, babe, I love it when you lose it. It’s intense.”

You turned around and pulled him close to you for a kiss.

“Wanna watch the rest of the movie, or do you want me to get on my knees for you this time?”

Gohan smiled as he put his hands on your shoulders, making you kneel in front of him…

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"Oh shit," you said as your bracelet got stuck in your boyfriend's hair.

Your eyes widened, because at the same time you accidentally pulled his hair with your bracelet stuck in it, he let out a loud moan. You knew that kind of moan. It was the same kind of moan he would utter when you sat on top of him, clenching your pussy tightly around his cock. 

"Babe, what was that?" you questioned him.

"Nothing," Raditz said quickly, his cheeks turning a pale shade of red.

You turned to face him on the couch the both of you were slouched on, watching the horror movie Insidious. You saw his eyes travel over your form. The way your sweater fell off your left shoulder, how the bagginess of it still showed him your beautiful form. Your bare thighs coming out from underneath it, showing only a little, because you were wearing thigh high socks. You smiled mischievously, as you knew something Raditz did not yet know… You were not wearing anything else but your sweater and the socks.

He faced the television again, as if he was actually interested in the mother running up the stairs towards the nursery, trying to protect her baby, which was almost being kidnapped by a ghost.

The touch of his hand on your bare thigh gave you goosebumps, as it slowly travelled under your sweater. Your hand found its way to his hair, as you stroked some strands, before slightly pulling it again. He stifled a moan, frowning at you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked you.

“What do you think you’re doing,” you quipped back at him, pointing at his hand high on your thigh. His fingers ghosted further up your skin and you saw his eyes widen as he finally found out you weren't wearing any panties.

You looked down at his trousers and saw the outlines of his thick cock slowly appearing through the fabric. Raditz’ focus shifted from the movie to your body entirely.

“You are such a menace,” he growled, his fingers dipping in between your folds. You moaned as he put two fingers inside your wet cunt.

You pulled his hair again, and he buried his fingers even deeper inside of you, slowly moving them around to find your soft spot. His thumb was already rubbing circles on your clit, and you put your head back in ecstasy, moaning his name.

“I’ll have to teach you a lesson,” he grumbled in your ear.

You couldn’t reply, being completely overwhelmed by the actions of his hand.

“Such a dirty girl, wearing not but a sweater and a pair of socks.”

His other hand lifted up your sweater, and his eyes roamed over you now naked breasts, before he took one nipple into his mouth, teasing the other one between his index finger and thumb.

“Yes,” you managed to breathe, “don’t stop.”

“Already begging?” Raditz chuckled.

“Please,” you whispered.

Raditz sped up his motions, and your view turned to white, repeating his name as your orgasm hit you hard.

“Good girl,’ he praised you, his lips still around your nipple.

He took his fingers out of your pussy and licked all your juices off them. You quickly unbuttoned his trousers and slid them to his ankles as you sat down on your knees in front of him.

Raditz grabbed a hold of your chin and kissed you, his tongue roaming your mouth eagerly. You tasted your own juices and got even wetter. Your hand went to his cock and you stroked it gently. Your other hand grabbed his hair and pulled it again. He moaned into your mouth and you ended the kiss.

Your mouth enveloped his dick, your tongue swirling circles around the head. Raditz groaned, and as you pulled his hair again he bucked into your mouth.

“Such a good girl for me,” he moaned. You sucked his cock hard, rendering Raditz speechless. You knew most of his weak spots by now, you knew the way he liked to be fucked, and you loved using it against him.

Your hands massaged his thighs, your thumbs pressing lazy circles close to his dick. He bucked into your mouth again and you moaned around his cock. He whimpered and panted as he reached his climax, shooting warm waves of his cum into your mouth. You swallowed and licked every drop of his cock, before looking up at him.

“You’ll be the death of me,” he panted. You just smiled as you straddled him on the couch, your hand wrapping around his dick again, pumping it up and down, making it hard again. You kissed him, making him taste the bitter and salty flavors he had just left in your mouth.

You lifted yourself up, one hand still wrapped tightly around his dick, the other on his shoulder, to keep yourself steady as you slowly slid down on his dick.

“Shit, babe,” Raditz moaned, as you moved up and down on his stiff, thick cock. His hands grabbed a hold of your tits underneath the sweater you were still wearing.

“You’re so pretty, you feel so good,” he gasped.

“I know,” you said, before kissing him again, grabbing his hair with both your hands, pulling on it hard. Raditz groaned into your mouth as you clenched your cunt around him, while not letting go of his hair.

“Such a big boy,” you breathed into his mouth, “yet such a mess for me.”

Raditz let out a yelp as you pulled hard on his hair again, the sensation sending shivers down his spine.

You rode him hard, his hands desperately roaming your body, as if not knowing what he should hold on to. Your hands roamed through his hair, alternating between massaging his scalp and pulling the black strands intertwined between your fingers.

“Please,” Raditz whimpered. You let out an evil chuckle.

“Now who’s begging?”

You picked up your pace, clenching your pussy around his fat cock, moaning into his ear, knowing exactly what he needed.

“Please, babe, please,” Raditz continued, moaning, whimpering as you clenched harder around his dick.

“Cum for me, big boy,” you whispered, “I know you want to fill up my wet pussy with your warm seed. I need to feel it inside of me, baby, give it to me.”

Raditz gasped at your words, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips, holding you firmly as he fucked into you with desperation. You clenched your pussy once again and felt Raditz spill his seed deep inside of you, whimpering, whining as he did, burying his face into your neck.

“Wow, babe,” he said, riding out his high, “that was…” He couldn’t find the right words, but the way his hands were on your body, desperately touching you, holding you close to him, told you all you needed to know.

You stroked his hair gently, smiling to yourself.

Yes, this hair pulling was something you definitely needed to remember…

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You woke up to your cat jumping on the bed. He started making biscuits on your arm and you petted him with your other hand.

“Goodmorning Salem, what day is it today?” you asked the black cat, even though you knew he would never grace you with a reply. You checked your phone.

‘Ah, Saturday, no rush,’ you thought, as you kept petting the cat which was in desperate need of attention.

All of a sudden you felt two big hands snaking around your body, one hand on your waist, the other one on your breasts, pulling your back into the large figure lying next to you in the king-sized bed. Salem quickly jumped off the bed, as Broly nuzzled his face into your neck, taking in your scent as he always did.

“Goodmorning,” you said slowly turning to face him. Broly replied by putting his lips on yours gently. He wasn’t a man of a lot of words, he would usually let his actions speak for themselves.

Sometimes you wished for more conversations, but then again you had a lot of friends to talk to. With Broly you could just be, just experience life, feel the depth of existence. Besides, it made the moments Broly did engage in conversations that much more valuable and precious to you.

You responded to his kiss, by arching your back. A rush of want came over you and you already felt wetness pool in between your legs. Broly pushed his enormous body against yours, and you felt his hard cock pressing against your leg. It drove you wild to know the effect you had on him.

It always felt weird to you. By Earth standards you weren’t that attractive. Not ugly, but not high in the hot charts either. You were not slim, a little chubby actually, especially your hips, backside, and thighs.

Broly would always frown when you’d make a negative remark about yourself. It was one of the moments he would always speak out, saying: “You are beautiful. And you can handle me,” his cheeks slightly reddening, referring to his own large frame, “Those skinny girls cannot, I could never be with one of them. I just want you.”

It always made him sad to see his words never lingered in your head for longer than the time it took him to say them.

Your hand went to palm the bulge in his boxers and Broly sighed into your neck, his hands tracing the outline of your body in silent reverence, as you mirrored the motions on his body.

You always got lost in his body, it was so huge, there was so much to trace, to touch, to kiss, to worship. Broly would always feel seen when you loved him this way. To him it was as if you found him, as if with every touch and kiss he received from you, you were telling him he was no longer alone in life. You were right there with him.

He planted kisses along your jaw, your collarbone, going down to your large breasts, placing his lips around your nipples, sucking on them softly. His large hand went into your panties and slid through your folds, before he put his large index finger into your cunt.

“More,” you moaned, and you felt Broly adding his middle finger to his finger already inside of you. You moved with the pace of his fingers inside of you and he placed his thumb on your clit, slowly rubbing it.

You kissed him, panting into his mouth as you felt tension build in your body.

“That’s it,” Broly finally spoke, “I want to see you cum.”

His soft, deep voice sent chills down your spine, and you came undone on his fingers.

Broly pulled his fingers out of you and licked your juices off them, before going down on you, taking off your panties, before putting his tongue flush on your cunt, licking from your entrance to your clit. It was still sensitive from your orgasm just now and it made you moan loudly.

Your hands went into his wild, black hair, trying to make him take it easy on you, but to no avail. He was way more powerful than you were and his large hands were on your thick thighs, holding you down on the bed, his tongue licking stripes up and down your cunt, before he put his tongue inside of you.

You whimpered at the intensity of the sensation, especially when he started sucking on your clit. You pulled his hair, but he still wouldn’t budge. He needed you to cum again, he wanted to make you feel good, to show you how much you and your pleasure meant to him.

He needed you to know how beautiful he found you, that he meant each and every one of the compliments he gave you. If you wouldn’t listen to him, he wanted to try and make your body believe it, by showing it love not only through words, but through his actions as well.

You moaned out his name repeatedly, and Broly held you firmly as you rode out your orgasm.

He looked at you and you motioned for him to hold you. He took off his boxers and lay down behind you, spooning you in his big arms, his hard cock pressed against your backside.

“That was intense,” you said, pushing your back closer to his chest.

“You need to know how beautiful you are,” Broly whispered into your hair. You felt heat rise in your cheeks, but you did not reply to him.

Broly grabbed a hold of your leg, putting it over his own, pushing his dick into your wet cunt from behind, all the while still spooning you. He was careful, afraid he might take it too far and break you.

The stretch of his massive dick stung at first, and even though you loved his size, you always needed some time to adjust to his girth. After a few strokes the pain turned into pleasure, and the feeling of being this full completely took over every fiber of your being, lifting you into a state of ecstasy and bliss.

The slow clap of his hips against your ass reverberated around the room; the sheets rustled with your movements. Broly pulled you closer into him, pressing his lips to your shoulder.

The moment you clenched your cunt around his dick, he couldn’t help himself anymore, though, he lost his control and fucked you harder. His movements sped up, as did his breathing. He groaned into your neck, kissing it, leaving bites on your shoulder, as his hips kept slapping into your ass, the sounds getting louder the more Broly lost himself in your body.

His dick stroked the soft spot inside of you, but before you reached another climax, Broly growled loudly, spilling his warm seed inside of you.

You turned around to face him again and kissed him, your hand tracing his body, caressing each and every scar it found. The one on his cheek, the large one on his chest, the one trailing down his arm. His hands roamed your body and the soft outlines he loved so much.

He held you close, engulfing you in a large hug, before he let your hand travel to his cock, lining him up to your entrance. He pushed in slowly, moaning into the kiss you gave him, as your arms pulled him closer to you, the line between cuddling and fucking diminishing. You no longer knew what you were doing, but you knew it was soft, intimate. Exactly the way it had to be.

You paused your movements and looked deep into his eyes.

“You’re so gorgeous,” you breathed, your hand stroking through his wild, long black hair. Broly stroked your cheek softly, before trailing down to your breasts, ghosting your nipple with his fingers.

You grinded into him again, moaning as you did, and Broly moved with you, slowly, gently.

“I love you.”

The statement hung in the air, heavy, like an imminent storm. You looked deep into Broly’s eyes and he looked at you, his brows slightly frowned, telling you he meant it.

Your skin drank it in, having been starved of it for too long. He had told you in his actions, shown you in the way he treated you; ‘I love you’. But the actual words he had not yet spoken to you. Not until now.

The words felt electric to you. It set a fire in your bones, you felt an energy burst in your chest and you couldn’t contain it anymore. You moved up and down his dick with desperation, wanting to show him how much you loved him as well.

“I love you too,” you whispered, still looking into his eyes, your own now filled with tears.

He held you close, gently as he whispered into your ear, softly:

“You are so beautiful. So sweet. You always help me, and I really appreciate it.”

His affirmations made you shiver in his arms. Broly couldn’t stop talking, he felt like he had to get it all out, before he would close off again, or lose the moment like he had last time.

“You are so special to me. It makes me sad when you look away when I tell you how perfect and fair you are. You are the only one for me, there is no one kinder or prettier than you. You’re perfect for me. So, so perfect.”

His hands were digging into your hips, pulling you down into every single one of his thrusts. He fucked you hard, deep, trying to convey the evidence of his devotion to you into your body.

“Please,” he whispered, as you felt him reaching his climax deep inside your aching pussy, “please, believe me.”  

You cried out in ecstasy, wrapped in Broly’s arms, as you completely unraveled underneath him. Tears fell from your eyes, your fluids covering his large dick.

Broly was still thrusting into you in a way that told you how true his words were: ‘I love you.’

He kissed you, his tongue roaming your mouth as you let out soft sobs against his lips. Broly didn’t stop fucking you, his large cock still stroking your soft spot. His fingers found their way to your clit, tracing slow, loving circles on it.

You felt overwhelmed, overstimulated, but Broly didn’t stop. He noticed your emotions and held you closer, but still, he did not stop showing his infinite love for you. He wiped away your tears with his thumb, his forehead pressed to yours.

“I love you so much, you are so perfect for me,” he groaned as his enormous fingers and immense cock kept guiding you towards yet another orgasm.

You started seeing stars in front of your eyes, your clit felt completely overstimulated, and your cunt couldn’t stop pulsing around Broly’s dick.

“Let it go,” Broly groaned, “I’m here for you.”

His words sent you over the edge, your shouts resounding in a way you were sure the neighbors heard you. Once again you squirted all over Broly’s dick, which in turn had him spill another load of his seed deep inside of you, growling loudly as he did.

You lay on top of Broly, holding on to him tightly, panting as the both of you rode out your orgasms. He held his arms around you protectively, as you cried with overstimulation. It wasn’t the first time this happened, so Broly knew you just needed to be held until you calmed down.

“It’s okay,” he said, “I’ve got you. I won’t ever let you go.”

And for the first time since you had been together, you not only knew his words to be true; even your body felt that his words were true. There was nothing more for you to say, but:

“I believe you.”

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Sweat dripped from your brows as you panted while forcing your arms to stretch again. 

'Just five more pushups,' you thought, 'then I am allowed to get ready for tonight.'

You had planned on going out with your best friend, 18, as she hardly had a girl's night out since she had given birth to Marron.

One night a week you had permission to have an evening all to yourself, to spend alone or with friends. One evening where you didn’t have to obey and follow all the rules set in your marriage.

You had signed a BDSM contract the day you had married your husband, Vegeta. It was a dynamic the both of you were attracted to, as high protocol was a lot like the way of life at court on Planet Vegeta used to be.

The door to the gravity room opened and Vegeta walked in. His face fell as he saw you, panting and sweating from your immense work-out.

You got on your knees in front of him, to greet him, like you usually did. He grabbed a hold of your chin, with his thumb and index finger, making you look into his eyes. Anger was written all over his face.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he said, his voice sounding gruff.

“I was training, my prince,” you answered him.

“Tch,” he muttered, “your body wasn’t made for training, woman, nor battle. You should know that by now.”

Your eyes widened. Vegeta never spoke to you with this amount of disrespect. Yes, he was your dominant, but he loved you, and the most important part of your relationship was mutual respect. It was even written down as the first rule in your contract.

“Wow, that was uncalled for,” you said, completely going against the rules of not talking before gaining Vegeta’s permission to do so.

“Are you speaking without permission?” he asked, getting his phone out to put a punishment point in the app he had, to keep track of your punishments and rewards.

“Respect, Vegeta, respect!” You raised your voice at him, and Vegeta flinched as you used his name, instead of saying ‘my prince’ like you always did.

“You can’t say shit like that about me and my body, you sexist asshole!”

He frowned, this time not in anger, but in confusion. He didn’t understand why you were angry with him. He had merely pointed out that your body wasn’t made for battle. First of all, you were human, second of all, you were his wife, part of his pride. You would never have to defend yourself against anyone or anything. Not as long as he was around.

Tears filled your eyes and Vegeta huffed, crossing his arms and turning away from you.

“You better pull yourself together, you just lost yourself all our date nights for this month,” he said calmly.

“Fuck you!” you yelled, stomping out of the gravity room, slamming the door behind you. You were furious. How dare he shame your body like that? As if it was worthless, as if you were worthless. On top of that he punished you for calling him out on his sexist bullshit.

You walked into your bedroom and grabbed your clothes for tonight, before turning on the shower.

The hot water calmed some of your anger down, and you realised that underneath the anger was hurt. Hurt at the way your husband had spoken to you, hurt at what he had said. You frowned. It wasn’t like him at all to be so disrespectful towards you and you replayed the conversation over and over in your head, to see if you had missed anything, any clue that he could have meant something different from the words he had actually used.

You were still deep in thought as the shower door opened. You looked at Vegeta who was looking at your body as if it was the most beautiful he had ever seen.

“I think you understood what I said in the wrong way,” he said calmly.

You just looked at him, not asking him what he meant. If he had something to say, he could say it without your motivation to do so this time.

He sighed, understanding exactly what you were doing.

“Your body is not meant for training and fighting, because I will always be there to protect you, you will never have to defend yourself,” he explained, walking closer to you until his lips were ghosting yours, “You are my wife. Your body wasn’t made for fighting, it was made for me to fuck.”

Your breath hitched as he kissed you, his lips pressing on yours gently in a way you didn’t recognize. His hands roamed your body, softly stroking your skin, as if it was a poem written in a language only he spoke.

He carried you into the bedroom and lay you down on the bed, undressing himself slowly, making you ache with want. He took off his shirt, revealing his broad shoulders and chest. You spread out your legs as his pants came off and you saw his thick, hard cock, already glistening with precum at the tip.

He stood in front of you, showing himself to you proudly.

“This is the effect your body has on mine,” he said, “this is what your body is made for. Say it.”

“My body is made to please yours, my prince,” you said in a soft voice, grinding your legs together, in desperate need of friction to soothe the aching want.

Vegeta climbed onto the bed, spreading your legs, his hands slowly trailing up your thighs.

He bent down and licked a stripe up your cunt, sucking on your clit. Your head bent backwards in pleasure. His hot breath on your pussy, his hands on your thighs holding you down, it was blissful.

He looked up at you.

“You are so beautiful, my queen,” he said, “your body is so perfect for me. Your smell is divine and you taste even better.”

“I’m so sorry for misunderstanding you, my prince,” you told him, “I should have known you didn’t mean it like that. I know you love me and respect me. I'm sorry for misbehaving. I accept my punishment, I should have never shouted at you and shown you that kind of disrespect. You are my prince, and I will obey you.”

“Shhh,” he hushed you, “I have told you your punishment. Right now I need you, I need your body. I need to see you cum so beautifully around my body.”

He dived back into your pussy, making you gasp for breath. Your hands grabbed a hold of his forearms, the muscles tensing underneath your touch. Your fingers dug into his skin, making Vegeta moan against your pussy.

He put two fingers inside of your cunt, softly stroking up and down a few times, making them wet. You arched your back, but Vegeta put his other hand on your stomach, making you lay flat on your back. He put your left leg on his shoulder and looked you in the eyes as he slowly slid the fingers he had just covered with your slick inside your asshole.

You moaned at the sensation and you heard Vegeta chuckle.

“You like that?” he asked you.

“Yes, yes, so much, my prince.”

“Good girl, responding so well to my touches, such an obliging woman for your prince.” His voice was low and deep, making you moan once again.

The movements of his fingers inside your ass made you whine for more, and Vegeta obliged, his tongue entering your pussy.

He hadn’t fucked you this way before and it was a lot for your body to handle. Yet, you knew you could handle it. You had always been able to handle his overstimulation, it was one of the things he loved doing to you, and you always let him.

You felt a knot form in your stomach as Vegeta kept on fucking your ass with his fingers and your cunt with his tongue. He moaned into your pussy again, sending you over the edge as your orgasm washed over you.

He didn’t let you ride out your orgasm, as he turned you over, making you sit on hands and knees, as he grabbed a hold of your hips while pushing his large, stiff cock into you. You whimpered at how full he made you feel, stretching you to your absolute limit. He pulled your hair hard, spanking your ass, before burying his teeth into your neck.

Your moans filled the room, and the loud slapping of Vegeta’s hips against your ass only made your pussy wetter.

“Such a good girl,” Vegeta growled, “your cunt is so wet for your prince, the sounds its making are so vulgar.”

“I can’t help it, my prince,” you whimpered, “you fuck me so well.”

His hand landed on your ass with a loud slap and you moaned in extasy.

“I’m going to make you cum around my dick,” he moaned into your ear, “would you like that?”

“Yes, yes, please,” you begged him.

“Make you squirt only using my thick Saiyan cock to fuck you.”

He sped up his pace, the sopping sounds of your wet pussy bouncing off the walls. You heard Vegeta utter a low growl as you felt his body heat rise in temperature, his ki excuding a golden glow to the room around him.

He pressed his lips to your ear, grumbling in a low voice: “This might push your limits. Let me know if it’s too much.”

“No,” you said, “I can handle you. Every part of you.”

With one hand on your hip and the other firmly holding on to your hair, Vegeta set a murderous pace.

You felt every thrust deep inside of you, heat emanating from his body as you knew he had transformed into a Super Saiyan just now.

His cock filled you up, pressing against your womb every time he bottomed out.

“Yes,” you yelled, “yes, my prince, give it to me. Please, I need it.”

Vegeta sank his teeth into your shoulder, making you whimper in simultaneous pain and pleasure.

“Taking me so well, woman,” he praised you, “your body was made for this.”

“Yes, my prince, use my body for your pleasure.”

He fucked you harder, faster, and you almost fell over, not being able to hold on to anything but the bed sheets.

Vegeta snaked his arm around you, holding you up as he kept on fucking into you.

“I’m here,” he whispered, “I've got you, I’m not letting your perfect body go. Ever.”

His words sent shivers down your spine and you felt an electric jolt in your pussy as he groaned into your ear.

Tension built in your body and you felt like exploding.

“I’m gonna cum, my prince, I can’t hold it any longer,” you whined.

“You have permission,” Vegeta growled, “cum for me, my queen.”

Your cunt clenched hard around his dick, making Vegeta fuck you even harder, chasing his own release.

You shouted as you squirted all over his dick. Vegeta felt your slick cover him, making him spill his seed deep inside your cunt, groaning loudly as he did.

He lay you down on the bed gently, after pulling out of you, and powering down from his Super Saiyan form. He lay down next to you and propped himself up on his elbow. His eyes roamed your body, and his fingers ghosted your breasts and nipples.

“Your body is divine,” he said.

“Made just for you, my prince,” you smiled.

“Yes,” he agreed, “made to be worshipped by me, and only me.”

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You walked into the kitchen, where you found breakfast had already been served. You grabbed a plate and loaded up on eggs and bacon, when Amond, Turles’s second in command, came up to you.

“Goodmorning, future queen, I was sent to tell you Turles will be with you shortly. Our plans have changed, he will tell you about it personally,” Amond said.

“Thank you for letting me know,” you replied. The members of Turles’ Crusher Corps had finally come to treat you better. It had taken a couple of more planets to conquer, but you had saved several of the soldiers in those fights with your magic, making them respect you.

You ate your breakfast in silence and went back to your chambers.

Turles was already there when you entered the bedroom.

“We’re going back to Earth,” he said, “it’s time to subjugate it.”

You felt a slight tug at your stomach, memories of your life on Earth flooded your mind, but you pushed them aside quickly.

“Right,” you replied, “When are we leaving?”

“We have already set course for it,” Turles replied, “Will you help me?”  

“Yes, my king,” you stated firmly, “Of course I will.”

He grabbed a strand of hair and put it gently behind your ear.

“You are so good to me,” he said, “You will make a great queen.”

You smiled at him as you slowly started undressing him, pressing kisses on his naked body, stroking your hands over his bare skin. You smiled as you saw his arousal. He didn’t just have the power to drive you crazy, you had the same influence over him, even though Turles tried hard not to show you. He wanted to be your superior, no matter how attracted he was to you; no matter how badly he wanted for you to be his queen.

Your soft, slow touches and lazy kisses excited him, and he wanted nothing more than for you to touch him, for him to touch you, to make you moan around his cock. But you were teasing him. Not allowing him to get too close to you, not touching his dick. Yet.

With every touch and kiss, Turles’ cock got harder. Your teasing caused his brain to short circuit. His dick was leaking precum, and you just smiled at his desperate groans.

“Please, my queen,” he started to beg you, “I need you to touch me.”

“Are you begging, my king?” you asked him in an innocent tone.

“You know exactly what you are doing,” he moaned, his hand slowly going towards his dick. You grabbed a hold of it and put it on your breast.

“Not so fast, my king,” you whispered into his ear.

“I need you,” he groaned, as he moved closer towards you, the look in his eyes almost maniacal.

You straddled him and bent over to whisper to him:

“Breed me.”

Finally, you sank down on his cock. Turles groaned loudly, as you slowly moved up and down him. His hands, finally allowed to touch you, immediately went to your breasts, playing with your nipples.

“You look so pretty fucking yourself on my thick Saiyan cock,” Turles growled, looking at the way you sat on top of him; head back in ecstasy, breasts pointed forward, while you kept sinking down on his twitching cock. His fingers dug deep into your luscious hips. He was so desperate for your cunt due to your teasing, that he came almost instantly.

He lifted you up, your legs around his waist and pushed you against the wall, before entering you again. You moaned as he did so.

“You like that, huh?” he whispered against your lips, “you like to ride my big Saiyan dick, huh?”

“Yes, yes,” you moaned.

“Do you want me to breed you?”

“Yes, my king.”

“Do you want me to fuck an heir into you?” Turles asked.

“Yes, please” you moaned.

He held your firmly as he fucked you, his dick hitting your womb with every thrust.

“I do believe it works better when you climax first, before I impregnate you…” Turles said, as he was sliding his dick along your clit every time he moved out of you.

“Do you feel me?” he asked you.

“Yes, my king, feels so good,’’ you moaned into his mouth.

He bent his face down, placing his lips around your nipple, sucking on it, softly swirling his tongue around it.

You pulled his hair hard as you thrashed on his cock, feeling the intensity of your orgasm washing over you.

He threw you on the bed and put your legs over his shoulders, before entering you and fucking you at a murderous pace.

“I’m going to put an heir in you,” Turles growled.

“Yes, my king.”

“He’s going to look like me, I just know it,” he continued.

“Yes, he has to,” you moaned, “you’re so perfect.”

“You’re going to take care of that, won’t you, my queen?”

“Yes, yes, I’ll do anything for you, my king,” you replied.

Turles thrusted into you over and over again, making sure you felt every inch of his dick, as he made sure to hit your womb with each and every stroke.

“Take it, my queen,” he growled as he bottomed out and spilled his seed deep inside of you.

“Yes, thank you, my king,” you whimpered.

He held your legs up, making sure that his seed would seep into your womb, impregnating you, giving him an heir.

You were getting dressed as a knock sounded on your bedroom door.

“I’m sorry for the intrusion, my lord,” Amond’s voice sounded, “But we are approaching planet Earth.”

“Thank you, we’ll be there shortly,” Turles replied.

You walked out onto the bridge of the spacecraft, joining Turles and his soldiers of the Crusher Corps.

“Are you ready to rule the Universe, my queen?” he asked you, “Even is it means you have to defeat your former friends?”

“Always,” you replied with a wicked smile, even though you still fought the tug in your stomach, telling you that going to the dark side might not have been what you had truly wanted to do…

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The front door was open.

That was the first thing you noticed when you came home from work that Halloween Evening. It gave you an eerie feeling, because you knew you never ever left your front door unlocked, let alone open. You suffered from Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder, and with that you were more than sure you hadn’t left the door open yourself.

You got your phone out of your purse and dialed the emergency number, ready to call it when you found someone in your home.

You entered your apartment and slowly walked down the hall.

The hairs in your neck stood up, goosebumps appeared on your skin and your heartbeat sped up a little.

‘It could have been Goku,’ you thought. You had asked him if he could take care of your cat during your vacation. Perhaps he had mistaken, and thought you were gone this week instead of next week. It would be quite typical for Goku to get the weeks confused.

‘Perhaps it was a joke,’ you thought. Krillin loved taking the piss with you and he had played several pranks on you over the past couple of years. He had stolen your spare key from Goku once and littered your whole house with confetti on your birthday. It had taken you weeks to clean it. But that was fun.

This wasn’t. This was terrifying to you.

After closing the front door quietly, and taking off your heels, you walked through your house on your socks, trying not to make a single sound.

First you checked if someone was hiding inside the tiny toilet down the hall. You opened the door as quietly as possible. It was empty.

You walked into your spacious living room and checked behind and underneath your red couch.

No one.

Next was the built in closet. Empty. And no one was hiding underneath the dark wooden coffee table or dinner table either.

You walked back into the hallway and stopped in your tracks. Further down the hallway you saw something on the recently mopped floor.

Blood.

It was a large spatter that obviously wasn’t there this morning before you left. It worried you; what if it was your cat’s, Azrael? Could someone have hurt you sweet, big, red cat?

You followed the spatter, as your heart started pounding louder in your chest, making you fear that if someone was in the house, they might hear your fast paced heartbeat.

You walked into the kitchen slowly and to your shock you saw that all the cabinets had been opened.

Shit.

You were more than sure they had been closed when you left this morning. You found more of the blood spatter along the kitchen floor, but no sign of Azrael. Looking around the kitchen counter you saw the block containing your cutting knifes. One had been taken. The largest. ‘Of course,’ you thought. You grabbed the second largest out of the wooden block and held it firmly.

Your breathing was shallow and fast now, and you felt your blood violently pumping through your veins.

Azrael meant the world to you, especially after your diagnosis with OCPD and the intense therapy that had followed. There were days that had felt like you couldn’t continue to exist anymore, but whenever you had looked at Azrael you had thought: ‘Today I exist for you.’ And that had helped you through it. You couldn’t imagine your world without him anymore.

Back in the hallway you saw that the trail of the blood spatter had suddenly stopped.

‘Weird,’ you thought, ‘I should have found the cause of the spatter if it stops here…’

You tiptoed to the spare bedroom. All the bedsheets were pulled back and rumpled up. As if someone had slept in the queen-sized bed.

‘What the fuck?!’ You felt like you were going crazy, as if your mind was playing a huge trick on you.

You went back into the hallway and moved towards the bathroom. Slowly and carefully you peeked behind the shower curtain, the knife in your hand raised, ready to strike.

Nothing.

You felt anxious as you knew there was only one room left to inspect. Your bedroom. Step by step you moved towards the room. The knife in your hand was shaking now. You opened the door and to your utter shock found it…

Empty.

You felt deflated. Nothing to be found. But that meant… Shit! Azrael must have sneaked out of the house, with the front door open. You grabbed your phone to call Goku and Krillin to find out what was going on. Still holding on to the fact that perhaps this was all a misunderstanding.

Yet, that still did not explain the blood spatter in the hallway...  

Walking back towards the front door, the phone by your ear ringing, you called out for Azrael.

Suddenly, two hands grabbed from behind. One hand on your mouth, the other around your waist and arms, leaving you incapacitated. You dropped the phone that you had just hung up as it had gone to voicemail.

You wriggled in the stranger’s arms, trying to get away from him, but he had rendered you completely defenseless.

“Don’t try and get out of this grip,” a menacing voice spoke in your ear, a little hint of a chuckle in it, “you’ll never be able to.”

Panic rose in your chest, your breathing sped up, but it was hard to breathe with the large hand covering your mouth, and you were getting lightheaded.

“Who are you?” your question sounding muffled against the stranger’s hand. The stranger behind you only chuckled in your ear.

Darkness seeped into your apartment through the windows in the front door, and you started to shiver. It was Halloween Night, and you were being held from behind by a stranger that had broken into your house, now holding you in his tight grip... In some twisted way it felt fitting to you. 

He dragged you with him into the bedroom and bound your wrists with a rope, before laying you down on the bed. You looked around the room and saw the large knife from the block in the kitchen laying on your bedside table. ‘That wasn’t there before,’ you thought, ‘he must have placed it there just now.’

You could finally see the stranger. He was tall, his shoulders and chest broad, thighs as thick as the tree trunks you’d chop with your dad for the chimney in winter when you were young.

His face was hidden by a mask. You recognized it from the movie Scream; it was a Ghostface mask. You saw his hair coming down form under the mask. It was long and went all the way down to his calves. It looked gorgeous.

‘What the fuck?!’ you thought, ‘Now is not the time to be aroused by a guy simply because he has long hair. He is here to do heaven knows what to you!’

“You look so pretty when you’re scared,” the stranger said, “I mean you always look pretty, but this is the prettiest I have ever seen you.”

“You’ve seen me before?” you asked him, your voice trembling.

“Yes, I have, so many times… Naked as well.” He chuckled as your eyes widened in horror.

He grabbed the knife off the nightstand traced the outline of your face with it, before traveling down to your neck. He went lower and cut the buttons off your blouse with the knife, one by one, tugging on them hard as he did.

You gasped with every button that came off your shirt. When the stranger tore off the last button, your shirt opened up, showing him your bare breasts. Wetness pooled in between your legs.

The stranger sniffed loudly.

“What’s that, little girl? Are you getting aroused?”

“No,” you squealed.

He pressed the mask against your clothed cunt and sniffed again.

“Liar,” he said, jerking off your pants and panties in one go, making you yelp.

His slipped his fingers in between your folds, humming approvingly as he felt around.

“So wet for me, little one.”

You moaned as his fingers entered you.

All of a sudden realization hit you. What on Earth were you doing? This stranger broke into your home and was now having his way with you. How could you like this?

“Get off me,” you said.

“Are you sure?” the tall stranger asked you, “For a moment there it looked like you were actually enjoying it…”

He moved his fingers in and out of you, and you started moving along with his motions. He put the fingers of his other hand into your mouth, and you sucked on them, desperate pleas betraying how much you actually wanted this housebreaking stranger to fuck you.

He took his fingers out of your mouth and moved them towards your ass.

“Yes,” you moaned, “please.”

The stranger in the mask chuckled.

“So desperate for me, little girl,” he snickered, as he pushed his fingers deep inside your tight asshole, making you moan with the fullness of both your holes simultaneously.

You moaned and writhed underneath his motions, as he guided you towards your orgasm.

“Such a desperate little girl,” he groaned, “you’re making me so hard. I wonder what that tight cunt will feel like around my thick cock.”

Your climax hit you like a tidal wave, and you panted through it as the stranger kept moving his large fingers in and out of your pussy and asshole.

When you had calmed down, he grabbed you by your hair, and forced you to walk towards the kitchen, where he bent you over the dining table.

His voice was next to your ear as he said:

“You’re so tiny, little one.”

You knew what he meant; you had to stand on your tippy toes for him to be able to enter you.

You went to stand on your toes and the stranger wasted no time in entering you, his moans telling you how good you felt to him.

“Such a tight pussy,” he groaned, “such a perfectly tight, wet pussy for me.”

Once again you wondered how you had gotten into this situation. Why didn’t you fight? Why did you let this man have his way with you?

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” you whispered.

The stranger responded by pounding into you harder. Your words seemed to have egged him on.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” you repeated.

“But we are,” he groaned, as you felt every stroke of his thick veiny cock against the walls of your aching cunt.

You mewled as his dick hit the soft spot inside your cunt. He put his fingers against your clit, rubbing it as if his life depended on it.

You felt his cock throbbing inside of you, and you knew he was about to cum. You felt heat rising in your chest, knowing your orgasm was imminent as well.

You panted as the man rutted into you hard.

“Please, I need you,” you whined, and with that you felt him spill his warm seed inside of you.

“Yes, Raditz,” you moaned as you reached your orgasm and thrashed around his dick.

“You broke character, little one,” Raditz chuckled as he took off his Ghostface mask, “Good to know that when a stranger burgles and violates you, you will still be moaning my name.”

“You don’t have to be so smug about it,” you sneered at him.

“So, how was it?” he asked you, while taking off the rope around your wrists.

You turned around and kissed him.

“Absolutely perfect,” you said, “we should do this more often.”

Raditz laughed his loud, boisterous laugh.

“Your wish is my command, little one.”

“One question, though,” you said.

“What is it?”

“Where is Azrael?” you asked him.

“Oh, shit.” Raditz ran towards the spare bedroom and opened the wardrobe, where the big, red cat emerged, hissing loudly at his captor.

“Perhaps leave him out of this next time?” You winked at him.

“Yeah, probably for the best,” Raditz agreed, wrapping you in a hug, dragging you towards the bedroom again.

“Wanna pick it up where we left off?” he asked you.

“I really think we shouldn’t,” you teased him, as he threw you on the bed, his eyes filled with lust.

And you knew at that moment, he was going to take his sweet time with you…

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"Yes, baby, you fuck me so well, don't stop, please," you moaned, bouncing up and down Goku's dick as if your life depended on it.

His hands were on your tits, massaging them, while groaning loudly as you clenched your cunt around him.

A loud knock on the door made you cease your actions. 

"Could you keep it down, I'm trying to study!" Gohan shouted through the door, sounding annoyed. 

"Come on, Gohan, take it easy," Goku replied, as you dismounted him and walked over to the bedroom door. You opened it and Gohan's jaw dropped. You leaned casually against the open door, showing him your naked body.

"Sounds like you better join us and relax a little," you said sultrily, looking up at Gohan through your eyelashes. 

"I... uh, need... study..." he mumbled. 

"Come on, son, don't be shy now. She's real good at this," Goku said.

You grabbed a hold of his hand and led him into the bedroom. 

Goku sat up in bed and Gohan stood in the middle of the room. Gohan's face was red and his eyes avoided your body. 

"Look at her, Gohan. Isn't she pretty?" Goku asked. 

Gohan finally looked up at you, and you smiled at him, letting him know that it was alright. His eyes wandered your body and you saw the bulge forming in his pants. 

"You wanna touch me?" you asked him and Gohan looked at his dad questioningly.

"It's alright, son, touch her. She is so soft."

Gohan lifted his hand and touched your cheek. You smiled inwardly at his shy demeanor. 

Goku stood up from the bed, walking towards Gohan. 

"You've gotta touch her like this," Goku told him, his fingers sliding over your breasts and nipples, slowly moving down your abdomen, before finding its way to your cunt. Your head rolled back, enjoying his touch. 

"Come on, let's see you do it," Goku said, stepping back, giving Gohan some space. 

You held Gohan's chin and made him look at you.

"Only if you want it, though," you said, your eyes soft, "you never have to do anything you don't want to do."

"Yes, you can walk away whenever want, don't worry about that," Goku added. 

Gohan looked at you, at his dad and then at you again. 

"I want this," he said, his fingers ghosting over the skin of your chest.

He grabbed onto your breast, massaging it, pinching the nipple, before he bent over and taking it into his mouth. 

"There you go," Goku said approvingly as Gohan sucked on your nipple and you let out a moan. 

"See, you're doing really well, son, when she's making sounds like that."

Gohan's hands traced your sides, your hips, your ass, before moving towards your cunt, feeling around your wet folds. He looked up at you.

"Did dad cause you to be this wet?"

"He most certainly did," you replied.

Gohan dipped his fingers into your cunt as he sat down on his knees in front of you. 

He started licking your clit, gently at first, but as he tasted you, you saw a red gleam appear in his eyes, and his motions became feral.

Goku saw it too and he went to stand behind you, ready to interfere if he needed to. He knew Gohan could lose control and he knew he would have to keep you safe in case that happened. 

Goku’s hands massaged your breasts, as he kissed down your neck. You moaned as both father and son worked on your body, guiding it towards your orgasm.

“Yes,” you moaned, arching your back as your climax washed over you.

Gohan looked up at you and you motioned for him to stand up. You pulled him in and kissed him, a chaste kiss on his lips, before you licked your tongue over his lips, asking him for permission to enter. He granted it eagerly, as his arms went around your body, enveloping you in a hug. You smiled against his lips at the sweet gesture.

Your hands went to the hem of his shirt and you pulled it over his head, before pulling down his trousers and boxers. You guided him towards the bed and made him lay down. His cheeks were a little flushed as he looked at his father.

“Don’t be shy now, it’s not like it's the first time we see each other naked,” Goku told him.

Gohan nodded and looked back at you. Your hand was already wrapped around his stiff cock, and you slid the precum up and down it with your hand.

You straddled him and asked: “You really wanna do this?”

“Absolutely,” he breathed.

You slid down his cock and Gohan let out a loud moan as you did. You looked at Goku, who had his hand on your back, which now slid into your hair, pulling you towards him for a kiss.

“Thank you for teaching my son,” he whispered against your lips.

“My absolute pleasure,” you replied.

You bent over Gohan and kissed him as well. He bit down your lower lip and you groaned at the sensation.

You moved up and down his dick and before you knew it you felt Gohan paint your walls white with his seed.

“Shit,” he said, “I’m sorry…”

“Don’t worry,” you insisted.

Goku looked at Gohan, hand behind his head, chuckling nervously.

“Happens to the best of us,” he told his son with a small smile.

“Let me show you something,” Goku said to Gohan and Gohan moved off the bed.

“Lay down on your side,” Goku instructed you, and you obliged, laying down on your left side, so you would be able to see Gohan standing next to the bed.

Goku sat on top of your left leg and he put your right leg over his right leg. He spanked your ass, before he slid his thick cock inside of you, making you moan.

“This is a really nice position, because you can kiss her, spank her, fuck her, rub her clit, it's amazing,” Goku told Gohan.

You smiled at Gohan.

“And I can still please you at the same time, if you’d like,” you told him, his cheeks turning red.

“It’s okay, son, I don’t mind,” Goku smiled at him.

Gohan sat down on his knees in front of your face, and you grabbed a hold of his dick, slowly guiding it into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head gently. He moaned as he moved with the motions of your tongue, closing his eyes in pleasure.

“That’s it,” Goku said, “Enjoy it, let it all go.”

Goku started to move his dick in and out of you. His dick always made you feel so wonderfully full, and you moaned around Gohan’s dick, making him shiver.

Goku’s hands found their way to your tits and he started playing with them again. Gohan’s eyes roamed over your body and moved his hand towards your clit, looking at his dad questioningly. His slight nod told Gohan that it was okay to put his hand on your clit.

You moaned at how full you felt, with both Goku’s dick in your aching cunt and your lips around Gohan’s cock. Gohan’s fingers were working expertly on your clit, and Goku’s hands were still massaging your boobs, and playing with your nipples in between his fingers.

You felt Goku’s strokes, Gohan’s desperation in his movements. Both chasing their release through your body. It was too much, too overstimulating and yet, everything you had ever wanted.

Yes, it might have been an unorthodox situation to say the least. But how could you complain, with every party consenting? Every party enjoying; going by Goku’s and Gohan’s moans and groans and movements inside of you and on your body.

You had to swallow several times as Gohan shot his cum deep into your throat. As he pulled out, Goku bent over to kiss you, holding on to you firmly as he fucked you even harder than before.

Gohan’s fingers were still rubbing your clit and you moaned loudly as you felt your orgasm wash over you. Goku growled as you felt him spill his seed inside of you.

“I gotta get back to my studies,” Gohan said, as you had all ridden out your orgasms.

“You do that, son,” Goku told him. Gohan picked up his clothes and got dressed again.

“You’re always welcome to unwind with us.” You winked at him.

He walked out of the door, cheeks bright red.

“Now, where were we...” you told Goku as you picked up the whip that lay under the bed.

Probably a good thing you hadn’t shown that to Gohan…