Vegeta Piccolo Pt. 2
I look over at my prince
Sleeping quietly next to me
His large chest rising and falling rhythmically
He looked so beautiful
Tiny body entirely at peace
I grabbed his shoulder gently
Kneeling over him
My face inches from his
Watching as my breath
Slowly blew his bangs to and fro
Suddenly my prince began to shake
Screaming, howling
As his entire body broke out in a cold sweat
Large, violent drops
And he grabbed at his chest
Clawing at the flesh
I could sit and watch this
My prince in so much pain
So I shook him, as hard as I could
Wanting nothing more than for the screams to stop
And they did stop
As he opened his eyes
Staring up at me
With large, confused eyes
My cheeks flushed purple
As I ran outside
Wanting to get out, away from everything
Running to my waterfall
Mediating, trying to drown out the world
I felt myself falling
And my prince was there
Holding my waist
Pulling me, slowly, slowly down
Onto a rock behind the waterfall
The sheet of water made the whole place surreal
My prince began to undress again
And I looked down
Filled with shame
I looked down to where my member would be
"You know it won't do a bit of good,'
but he just chuckled
Climbing on my back
Sucking my shoulder
He rubbed him member on my back
Slipping his hands onto my nipples
As his teeth pierced the skin
I could tell he was enjoying himself
With him going faster, faster
Every muscle tensing
Even though I had no member
The sensation was still the same
Muscles heating with every touch
Sweat pouring off my body
Mixing with the blood from my shoulder
The feeling of filling, swelling, and release
Even though nothing was acutely made
It still felt the same
The next morning I woke up
And he was still next to me
I found myself strangely relieved
he woke up silently, smiling
Climbing up to kiss my face
And that said more
Than any word could