Chapter 2- Aphrodite
I gasp and jolt out of bed. I look over to the analog clock on the wall. Three-fourteen. I bring a hand down my face as I try to recall the details of the dream that scared me awake. Unfortunately, I can't remember it clearly. Well, that's just dandy. Now I have to trek outside and use the bathroom in the dark. Lovely.
I roll out from under the covers and begin to strip. I don my woolen bathrobe and tie the rope at my waist so the robe stays closed. I do this because I don't want to have to fiddle with my boxer shorts in the middle of the woods at night. Venturing out of my room, down the hall, through the kitchen and living room to the front door is not difficult. I mean, this house has kept me well-taken-care-of for the past fifteen years, so I know the place like the back of my hand. It's just inconvenient when I had thought I would sleep soundly through the night. Apparently, my bladder had other plans.
The house is empty, so I don't have to worry about waking anyone up. Sonara is currently undergoing training, but she told me that first she had to "brave the dangers of the wild" before she begins learning from Vegeta. Considering what we're to be up against in two years, she really doesn't have anything to worry about, especially concerning the so-called "dangers" out in the world, as she's already proven her potential to be great. I still can't help worrying about her though.
I carefully slide the screen door closed behind me and begin to walk into the woods behind the house. The darkness cloaks the normally brightly-colored trees in a duller tint, cloaking me as I walk through the forest. I finally find a place that's far enough from the house, until I reach a tree where I can relieve myself in peace.
I begin to untie my robe, but then I realize that this feeling is different from my usual need to relieve myself. Instead of my nether regions stinging, screaming at me to just take a piss already, I feel this strange heat curling inside of me, spreading from there to my pelvic region to my chest as I think about the feeling.
A cold breeze wakes me from my thoughts, reminding me that I should've worn more into the night than a bathrobe. Granted, I wouldn't have taken more than ten minutes outside, but I can't stand the cold.
"I should go get my hat…" I say, beginning to walk back to my house. I stop short when I realize that Vegeta never actually gave me my hat back after unintentionally flirting with me. I groan involuntarily. God, I have to go see him again. Pushing my worries down about what the hell my body's decided to do, I prioritize getting my beanie back, and I start to focus on Vegeta's power level. Finding him rather easily, I begin flying off in the direction of the power source.
After clearing the trees, all I can see is the ocean stretching out beneath me and the night sky arcing overhead. It shouldn't be too long before I reach him, I think. His power level feels closer with every meter I fly.
What's he doing, I wonder?...My mind paints a picture of a simple bedroom, Vegeta standing in front of the dresser. Exhausted, he slowly pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his rippling muscles underneath. He tosses his shirt into a corner of the room before moving onto his pants. Following the fate of his shirt, he then moves on to his boxers, and-
WHAT THE FUCK AM I THINKING?! I realize that my face is obscenely hot, and I can't seem to slow down my breathing. The flight isn't that strenuous, so why am I…? I feel an overwhelming dampness between my legs. Is that why I feel so warm? I don't stop flying. I'm just going to fly over and grab my hat and fly back. It's simple. Whatever I'm feeling, it can wait until after I've gotten back home.
I touch down in a plot of grass, standing before a lodge-like building. It looks almost like a log cabin, but with stairs leading up to the porch, and the fact that it actually looks nice. If Vegeta's power level is coming from here, I can't imagine that there are any more people in or around the place. The place looks like it hasn't been kept well for the past few months, so either Vegeta doesn't know how to take care of a house or he just stole it from some unsuspecting civilians. Either one of those is valid in my mind. I creep up the stairs, careful not to let the wet escape, cross the threshold, and knock on the door. My face is still hot, and, while my breathing has slowed, it's still deeper than it normally should be.
After two minutes, he still hasn't come to answer the door, so I knock again, louder this time. So what am I going to say when he answers the door? Hi, sorry to wake you, but I think you absconded with my hat? It's better than nothing, I guess. I imagine him stepping out of the way of the door, allowing me to enter. I spy my beanie sitting on top of the dresser, and as I walk over to claim it, I hear the door shut and lock. I can feel his breath on my neck as he rests his hands on my thighs, sliding his hands across them until he reaches my-
The door opens suddenly, the hinges squealing in dissatisfaction, as I am jolted from my dream. There he stands, wearing a white t-shirt and red plaid boxer shorts. For a moment, we just stand there, staring each other down, his expression confused, mine bewildered.
"Can I help you?" He asks sardonically. I don't answer.
My body doesn't feel like my own anymore. It's so hot that I feel myself being pushed out of my own shell, as my muscles and bones decide what to do next for me. My hands reach down and begin to untie my robe, pulling the strings apart and opening the robe. Vegeta only watches raptly as the woolen cloth slips from my shoulders to the ground, leaving me wearing nothing in the cold of the night. He steps backwards into the lodge, not displeased, but not expectant of this behavior…at least, that's how I gauge his reaction. I follow, leaving my robe on the doorstep. I shut the door behind me and lock it without turning my body away. The only things in the room are a bed, a nightstand, a dresser, and a door which presumably leads to the bathroom. The place has a homey vibe, not too much, but not too little for one person or two. I don't see my hat anywhere.
My mind wants to run and hide. My mind wants to escape and pretend this never happened.
My body wants to stay.
I step forward, not stopping until I'm directly in front of him.
My mind asks "Why are you still here? Why aren't you leaving?"
My body asks "Why do you care?"
I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing my face dangerously close to his, and I murmur, "What, are you afraid? Don't you want to prove how powerful you are…?"
My mind screams, "You don't want this!"
My body responds, "No."
"You need this."
Vegeta seems to take this as all the consent he needs, as he flashes that trademark smirk of his, tangles his fingers into my hair, and pulls me towards him. My body melds to his as soon as his lips touch mine. Softer than I thought…
He begins moving his mouth against mine as his other hand drifts up my thigh, past my waist, up to my breast. I gasp against his mouth at his touch. Vegeta takes this as an incentive. He forces his tongue past my lips and starts exploring my mouth. I moan as I feel his wet appendage inside while he alternates between groping my breast and occasionally pinching my nipple. I allow my tongue to reach out and tangle with his while my hands retract from around his neck and reach under his shirt, feeling his muscles and callouses under my palms and fingertips. Lost in the moment, I rock my body into his, to which he responds by placing his hands under my legs and lifting me up, keeping our mouths connected. He tosses me unceremoniously onto the bed, and he follows to where I landed on my side, straddling me from above. Thankfully the bed was comfortable enough that the throw didn't hurt, but I still would rather not be treated like a rag doll. I'm about to speak out, turning so I face him, but I become distracted watching him pull his shirt over his head, revealing his battle-worn torso to me. I feel my face heat up looking at him, though I really shouldn't be so surprised. After all, I have seen him train shirtless before.
"Like what you see?" He snarks at me, his lips turning up into an arrogant grin.
I shouldn't be here, I shouldn't be doing this. I try and move away from him, but my body refuses to respond, only fidgeting slightly in anticipation. Am I actually consenting to this?!
Before I can say anything, the prince leans over my shoulder and begins nibbling at my neck. I take a sharp breath, wondering how I would ever be turned on by being bitten. I'm not given even one second to think further as I feel fingers roughly stroking my vagina. Along the sides of the opening and then over the cave itself, alternating as he thumbs my clitoris.
"V-Vegeta…That's-ah!" I'm cut off by a pair of fingers being forced in. He doesn't even wait for my okay as he pulls them out and pushes them back in again. I feel myself trembling over his digits, as he forces them ever deeper. Back out, then back in again. Out, then in again. This continues until he finally drags them away, a string of ejaculate trailing between my entrance and his fingers. I watch him move off from his position to a place further down the bed. I start to lean up, thinking that it's over, but he doesn't even look at me as he pushes my body back down with one hand. I can't see what he's doing anymore. Frustrated, I close my eyes as I wait anticipatory of his next move. I should've expected what he'd do next, before I notice a familiar wet appendage beginning to trail around the shell of my womanhood. My body arches up instinctively as he laps at the folds of my genitals, occasionally letting his tongue curl about my clit. I moan involuntarily as he eats me out ravenously, tongue-fucking me into submission. I feel his tongue pull away suddenly, and I hear the bed creak as I hear him get up. I open my eyes again and see him standing next to the bed. He pulls off his boxers and throws them into a corner of the room. Yikes, if that couldn't fit Bulma, I can't imagine what it would do to me!
"Now it's your turn." He demands. I look up at him with a question playing on my lips, before he puts a hand behind my head and pushes it towards his now exposed member.
"Understand now?" he asks down to me. I nod without further argument.
I can't lie to myself and say I don't want this anymore when my own body won't even listen.
I take his dick in my hand and begin sliding it up and down, from the tip, to the shaft, and then back again. Establishing a rhythm, I wonder if he's satisfied with just this. Clearly, I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up.
"Be a bit bolder, won't you?" He says sarcastically, nudging me with his prick. I comply and give his manhood a tentative lick. I don't stop moving my hand as I run my tongue along the same route. I suck on the tip a bit before placing his organelle in my mouth. I feel him shudder. He won't admit it, but he's enjoying this too, I can tell. Adjusting to the foreign object occupying my mouth, I try and move my tongue around a bit, not able to move it anywhere without tasting him. Continuing to stroke his shaft, I move my mouth back and forth along his length. He tangles his fingers in my hair, clutching a bit tighter as I get closer to the shaft and loosening as I ebb from it. After several minutes, he shudders and thrusts his member down my throat, forcing me to swallow his load. It tastes salty and thick as it slips down my throat to rest in my stomach. I take my mouth off of his now erect penis and wipe my face with the back of my hand. Vegeta puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me back down onto the bed, keeping his body pressed against mine until my back has made contact with the sheets. Sweat trickles down my spine as I watch him straddle me. He opens my legs until he has a clear view of my vagina. I gulp as I watch him shift so his tip is pressed against my slit. I don't think he cares, but at least I'm wet enough that this won't hurt as much as it should. I turn away and shut my eyes as I wait for the inevitable pain to come.
Nothing happens. Time seems to have stopped.
I open my eyes and glance toward the prince. He's giving me a disapproving look. He gently grips my chin and turns my face towards his.
"You should pay attention. It's not every day that you can be screwed by royalty." Again, he smirks. God, he's a fucking dick. His eyes dart around a bit, looking up and down my body. Does he want me to be in a certain position? He finally moves his hand down and grips my left wrist in his hand, hard, and places it above my head, the other hand he uses to push my right thigh up, allowing him easier access. I feel his tip again at my entrance.
"Like I said, pay attention." His expression turns serious as I nod. My eyes never stray from his as he prepares to strip me of my virginity. He thrusts forward with every bit of strength he has, blasting past my hymen, causing me to scream out in agony. It stings, it stings, it stings, it STINGS. He adjusts to having my walls clench around him so tightly, which also gives me time to adjust to this foreign object desecrating my body. Somehow I'm able to withstand all, what, eight inches of him?
The break subsides, as does the pain slightly, as Vegeta pulls out and thrusts back in. I moan as I feel every bit of him. My pinned hand clenches and unclenches as he thrusts deeper and deeper into me.
It feels so good and so hot, I can't imagine why I even thought of saying no. My body is encompassed in a swelling blanket of ecstasy until he hits just the right point inside of me. I scream out his name as he makes contact with my G-spot. Aside from the disapproving squeaks of the old bed, I can only hear the sound of his skin slapping against mine, and the sounds of our labored breathing coalescing into one breath after another.
Sweat is pouring off of his face as he thrusts in time to our breathing and moans. I can't help myself. I reach up with my free hand to caress his face. He looks down at me. I bring his face closer to mine and invite my own tongue into his open mouth as our appendages pick up their tango again. I moan against his mouth as he continues to thrust into me. I'm not given enough time to think before I feel his member pulse inside of me. He moves away from my face and lets go of my wrist, positioning his hands on both of my thighs, pushing as deep as he possibly can into my womanhood. I can't fight against his electric touch as he pushes in with a sense of finality, getting one last feel of me as he releases inside.
Coming down from our highs, he pulls out of me, leaving a trail of his semen behind. I lay there, exhausted, as I feel our juices mixing, flowing out and pooling on the comforter beneath me. Vegeta is panting too, but his member is still erect. I force myself up as I look him in the eye.
"Heh, didn't think you'd be satisfied after just one go." I tease, allowing myself to smirk in response to all the times he's smirked at me. He seems a bit surprised as he watches me reposition myself so I'm on my hands and knees in the middle of the bed, turning to see him still standing there, as if not knowing what to do. Hmhm, didn't think I'd be this full of vim and vigor, eh? I'll give you a better time than even Bulma ever could!
"What, are you waiting for an invitation?" I ask with a sarcastic tone. Vegeta seems to snap out of his thoughts as he follows me onto the bed, kneeling behind me and pressing his member against my entrance again.
He pushes in as far as he can go like the first time, but this time, there's no pain. Only bliss.
He quickly gets into the rhythm that pleases us both. I feel him pushing in with more force than before. He must've been holding back. I'm startled as I feel his weight shift so that his chest is making contact with my back. I shiver as I feel his toned abdominal muscles rubbing against my spine. I gasp when I feel his hands on me, one fondling and pinching at my breast, the other thumbing my clitoris while his fingers join his dick in penetrating me. My arms give out underneath me, but he still holds me up. I moan incoherently as his touch sparks miniature fires under the surface of my skin. I'm so awash in pleasure that I don't immediately realize that he's talking to me. He leans next to my ear as he repeats himself. I shudder feeling his hot breath on the soft shell.
"What do you want me to do to you?" He hisses, pushing his fingers up to the knuckles into me. I moan out again before responding.
"I-I w-want you to-ahn!" I murmur, cut off by him biting my neck, worrying the skin between his teeth.
"I can't do anything to you if I can't hear you." He pauses his thrusts to run his tongue up and down my neck. I pant at the wet touch.
"I could give you anything you want, do anything you want to you. I could give you more pleasure than you know what to do with." He leaves another mark on my neck, alternating between licking and nipping at the thin skin. Satisfied with the new brand he's made, he speaks to me again, "So, what do you want?"
He begins stroking at my slit with one hand while pulling me up against him by the breast, shifting so that I'm kneeling like him. His member is still deep in my vagina, albeit not as deep as before.
"Haa…haaa…aahn…" I moan incoherently as I embrace his warm touch. My need for him is blurring out any semblance of logic I could supply. I can't even talk, I'm so overcome with heat and need and want and just the undeniable feeling of pleasure.
Suddenly, Vegeta pulls out and slides off the bed, leaving me kneeling on the bed, baring it all for anyone who would look. He walks over to the bathroom, as if to demonstrate that we were done with our rendezvous. Every part of me quivers with need as I slide quickly off the bed and call out to him.
"Vegeta! Please, wait!" He stops with his hand on the knob, turning to me. We stare at each other for a moment before I realize what he wants me to do. He wants me to answer his question.
Before I even know what I'm doing, I'm on my elbows and knees, bowing as if in apology. I can't stop my voice from shaking as I tell him what I want.
"I-I just want to have you inside of me again…" I look up again at him, sitting back on my legs, as I reaffirm my desperate plea. "Please…"
He takes his hand off the doorknob and walks over to me. The prince bends down on one knee and takes my chin in his hand. I've lost count of how many times he's smirked tonight as his lips twist up again.
"Good girl." He plants a chaste kiss on my lips before grasping my arm and pulling me up. He pushes me up against the wall near the door and rests his open palms on the wall behind me, looking me up and down, taking in every inch of my bare body. My face steadily heats as his smile only grows on his face.
"You'd easily be the apple of every Saiyan's eye if you lived back on Planet Vegeta." He asserts. Is he trying to compliment me? No sooner does that thought cross my mind and Vegeta puts his hands between my legs and pushes me up and against the wall by the undersides of my thighs. He allows the tip of his prick to touch my entrance again, looking up to make sure I'm "paying attention" like he wants me to. I nod and wrap my arms around his neck as he thrusts strong and fast into me for a third time, burying himself up to the hilt into my body. I moan out his name in pure ecstasy, losing myself as my walls encase his genitals.
For the third time tonight, we make love like the sinning fools we are. I can't help thinking of how much I don't care about the world around me as I just lose myself in the feeling of heat and Vegeta.
Bulma would be pissed off beyond belief, but I don't care. Thrust.
Sonara would be confused as hell, but I don't care. Thrust.
I'm gonna go to hell for doing something like this, but I don't care. Thrust.
In and out. In and out. In and out. Falling into a state of carefree nature with every decisive dig he makes into my body. Further and further until all I feel is the pleasure and the heat and the Vegeta and nothing else.
"V-Vegeta…I-I don't think I can…" My strength is fading, my body slowly turning limp. Vegeta seems to be growing weaker, too.
"K-Kyota…" He moans, catching me off-guard. His eyes are closed. I take his face in my hands, to which he opens his eyes and looks at me. I smile gently as I press our lips together one final time. This seems to give him the strength to finish as he pushes into me with renewed vigor, making contact with my pleasure point as we both release.
He comes down from his high before I do, pulling out of me and carrying me over to the bed. The prince lays me down on the bed as I close my eyes without any objections. He walks over to the other side of the bed and lies down himself, pulling the covers over the both of us as he seems to fall asleep almost immediately. All I hear as I drift off into slumber is our labored breathing and my own heartbeat.
