Author's Note – Alright, I know Piccolo doesn't exactly have nipples in the show, or if he can produce cum, but hell, this is fanfiction, so cut me some slack! Also, the cum isn't like human's, it can't get Devon pregnant.

Encounter at the Edge

Piccolo had seen Gohan and Videl kissing, and caught Goku giving Chichi goodbye kisses before they trained, and had had the misfortune of seeing Vegeta and Bulma having a more intense kiss using their tongues once. So, he always wondered; what would it be like to kiss someone you care for? He didn't feel it was right to even ask any of the friends who knew him before he became who he was today what it was like, and he wanted to try it for himself anyway.

Now…now he had someone beneath him, accepting every advance he made, even as he used the tricks he had gained from being Guardian of the Earth and having fused with Kami who knew even more than he did. Unlike nail who had a separate place inside, Kami was him. All of this was guiding him in the right directions.

This kissing action, Piccolo realized, was becoming a very addicting thing. At first they just pressed their mouths together, letting the sensations wash over them, but then Devon had made the next move, flicking her tongue across his lips, and when he opened his mouth to gasp, she took advantage and now their tongues danced and roamed each other's caverns. Piccolo's emotions were running wild through him, but paid that no mind.

Devon was running her slick muscle over his teeth when he copied an action she did and pressed his knee against her center. Startled, her tongue sliced over a fang, but the pain mixed with pleasure and she moaned.

Blood filled his mouth and her moan hit him hard. He pulled away, red-tinted saliva stringed between them. Seeing her eyes suddenly green and the fact she quickly swallowed made him lean in again. He kept their mouths sealed as he sucked on her tongue, the taste more intense than before, yet still the same. He healed it halfway, so it wouldn't hurt as bad, and then he cut his own tongue. They both moaned that time, their life force mixing together, and the vibrations traveled straight to his straining self.

Devon was too busy memorizing the tangy and somewhat spiced flavor of his blood to realize his grip was firmer and he had lifted her from the ground. When she suddenly had both knees on either side of him she registered their new position with his back against a tree. Next she felt his erection pressing against her and she threw her head back and mewled in delight, "Piccolo!" she whimpered, "So…hot…" She went to remove her jacket but his mouth was on her throat, sucking lightly. She panted, tugging at his hoodie, words dying, only coming out as pitiful whines.

Piccolo understood through his fogged mind and reluctantly pulled away, throwing off the hoodie in one fluid motion, glad to be rid of it. Torturing her he slowly removed her jacket and tossed it to join the hoodie. Her smile captured him for a moment, and he was so lost he did not hear Nail at first.

'Piccolo!' Nail finally snapped, 'Get a hold of yourself, you're in a park, a human park no less!'

Piccolo grumbled since Nail had a point. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath but Devon's scent rode on the back of the wind making him growl.

'Hell…' Nail took a shaky breath, 'You have to slow down…'

The desperation in Nail's voice made the Namek pause, and he did as he asked, "Devon?"

"Hm? What is it, Piccolo?" Devon looked up at him through long eyelashes and glazed blue eyes. She reached up and slowly ran the tips of her fingers along his antenna.

Piccolo swallowed thickly, "Park…we're…in the park…" his hips bucked involuntarily and he hissed through clenched teeth.

Devon understood and she ghosted her lips over his collarbone, "I can't stop yet…" she hummed and ran her hands along his bare arms, feeling the sinews and the muscles strain and spasm over her touch. She purred in his ear, "You need relief."

Piccolo was breathing heavily. He stared at the leaves above and felt his body throbbing, "Devon…please…" what was he pleading for? The relief she spoke of? Yes, that was it. The burning ache in his groin made his breath hitch when she rocked her hips down against his, "That's it…" he hissed and bucked, a deep groan leaving him when he felt her heat spike through their clothes.

Devon shifted to stand and winced when his claws dug into the skin of her biceps. Looking at him she smiled and rubbed his sides, "It's alright, I'm not going anywhere. I need to block us from prying eyes," she soothed.

Piccolo bit his lip harshly to get back some sense and his hands released her. What was she going to do? It didn't make sense; why hide them? 'Nail? Do you know?'

'Sorry, I really don't…I'm just as curious as you are. You might want to heal those puncture wounds as well, when she's done…' Nail murmured.

Piccolo hummed in response. He watched her reach up and touch one of the branches, and then she walked over to another tree and motioned with her finger. The branch shot into the trunk and then with a sweep of her hand a curtain of leaves hit the park floor. She did this a few more times until they were blocked from the outside world. It was strange…she had told him specifically she could only control the Wind, so how did she do that?

Devon walked over and watched Piccolo's uncertain and curious expression as she didn't sit back down in his lap. She smiled and moved his legs ever so slowly to either side of her, not losing their gaze until she tugged his shirt from his pants and he looked down. She scooted closer and kissed him, untying the sash so she could get the rest of the shirt free. They kissed slowly while she massaged his flesh; working her way from his waist to the upper part of his chest, removing his shirt.

"What…are you…doing?" Piccolo asked between pants, sweat glistening on his skin. He shuddered when she started sucking on his neck. He would have…to ask her…later…about the…trees. His mind was getting foggy again.

"If you trust me, then just feel," Devon murmured, kissing his shoulder and then across his collarbone to suck on the other side of his neck. Next, she trailed her lips down his chest. Her fingers ghosted over the ridges in his skin, and then tweaked his nipples, making Piccolo arch. She glanced up and rewarded him with a nip and a suck on each bud when she saw his eyes were closed. She was glad to have him with her.

Piccolo squirmed as she continued to torture his upper body. The wind blew over where she licked and his skin tightened, making him more sensitive on her next pass over. This continued for what seemed like eternity for him, which in reality was only just two minutes, one for each peak until they were swollen and a darker green than the rest of his skin. Devon undid his sash completely, and he felt her gasp against his stomach when she pulled down his pants. He sighed and leaned heavily against the tree when he felt the restraining garments free him at last. What surprised him next, however, was when she took him in her hands. His eyes shot open and he stared at the sight before him.

Devon was admiring his length and girth, her pale skin flushed pink from excitement. She had seen the male anatomy before, having nearly been raped during her first few years in this world. His manhood was different yet the same. Of course, he was a Namek. He was an asexual being, who took the form of a man, and he must've seen someone without their pants because his body – which adapted to accept food and liquids other than water – had manipulated itself to have a penis. It was pink like the areas across the muscles on his arms and stomach, but had none of the ridges or indents the rest of his body had. It was completely smooth except for the veins of course, and it felt wonderful in her hands.

The red "rope" as she liked to call it outlined the base of him, and across the seam of his balls, and the curiosity got the better of her. She licked and sucked all around, paying attention to the areas that made him growl, but not a single moan left those lips of his. Determined, she kept eye-contact as she darted her tongue out and swiped it over the tip, gathering the liquid there. His eyes widened and he threw his head back, his mouth open in a silent yell.

Piccolo cursed under his breath and his whole body shook with the aftershocks of such a small action, and the way her eyes had been glazed over yet still held a glint of fire was stuck in his mind forever. She did it again, with more pressure, and he moaned loudly, "D-Devon! Ngh!" he grunted as she sucked ever so lightly on the head.

He was so delicious; a tangy yet extremely sweet flavor flooded her mouth as she sucked a little harder. Devon glanced up; her eyes now dark sapphires with pleasure. It pleased her that he was so vocal once he let himself feel, but someone was bound to hear him. Slowly she swirled her tongue along his length and pretended one of the hands on his hips were rubbing circles into his skin, when in reality she was manipulating her energy and the Wind to form a sound barrier so he could be as loud as he wanted.

Piccolo was so focused on the building pressure in his abdomen that the change in her energy didn't register. That tongue did wicked things to him, and he had no control over his voice. His hands shot to her shoulders when she swallowed around him and he yelled, "Devon!" he panted and his hips jerked. The scent of copper filled his nose and he blinked, trying to clear the haze. Her red shirt were getting darker red stains, and he saw where his nails disappeared, "Devon…I'm – AH!" he had attempted to move his hands away but before he had a chance, she sucked.

Devon winced as his nails bit into her a third time, and her eyes flickered from sapphires to emeralds, but she simply sucked again and he let out another growled yell. She hummed at the sound and he bucked, driving deeper into her throat and she swallowed rapidly to avoid gagging.

Piccolo couldn't take much more of the wet, tight, and amazing heat surrounding him. His abdomen clenched to the point of pain and he trembled, letting out a strangled groan. Then she sucked again and his arched away from the tree, bellowing as the coils inside snapped.

Devon was surprised as the sweetness flooded her mouth suddenly and she pumped him where her mouth couldn't reach, swallowing as much as she could, and when he slumped against the tree again, spent, she pulled away and licked off what had escaped. She licked her lips and looked at Piccolo as his breathing was ragged and hitched, his face looking up through the leaves. A tender smile crossed her face as she watched his eyes close slowly and his breath evened out.

When Piccolo woke up maybe five minutes later he found his pants and sash were back on. He looked around and spotted Devon flinching as she dabbed a cotton ball that had been dipped in alcohol over the puncture wounds, her exposed back to him. Gently he reached out and touched her arm, "I'm sorry."

Devon whipped around to face him, her bra straps off her shoulders so she could work better. She blushed, "No, don't be. I've had worse." She went back to dabbing and gently wiping away the blood.

Piccolo frowned, taken by surprise at her quick dismissal, "Worse? What do you mean?"

Devon tossed the cotton ball in the pack she had no doubt deposited nearby before she had encountered him and she grabbed some gauze and some wrap. She handed the items to him, and he took them gently and began bandaging up her shoulders. While he did this, she told him, "Five years to some is a short amount of time. To others it's a lot. For me, it has been rather short. It feels like just yesterday I arrived in this dimension."

Devon sighed as he shifted to the other shoulder, not saying anything. She continued, "It was in that first year I spent here. The dojo? In the scientist's will she said that if a person actually came through her time machine, that they were to be well taken care of and they could do whatever they wanted with her home. Scared and afraid, I ran…not the smartest thing to do, but I had no idea where I was, I didn't know anybody, I was ripped away from everything I knew…"

Devon shrugged, "I nearly got raped, but my right sense of mind came back to me and I was able to use my martial arts skills and get away. That didn't mean they didn't leave a few scars on my mind and body." She smiled as he finished and put the straps of her bra securely back on her shoulders before she put the medical supplies away.

"Is that why you carry that around; for emergencies?" Piccolo furrowed his brows in thought.

"Emergencies of many sorts," Devon nodded zipping up her pack, "I've got food in there, mostly granola bars, rope, daggers, needles, and more medical supplies than I can count on my fingers and toes!" she laughed and grabbed her shirt, "There was a river I used to go to, in my other dimension, so I needed to be prepared. Also, my grandparents were the camping sort." When understanding flashed in his eyes she smiled and went to put the garment on.

He stopped her and shook his head, "I tore it, let me replace it," he concentrated and a simple red outfit (picture the one Gohan wore) appeared on her. He smirked when she looked at it, dumbstruck.

"Whoa! So you can materialize simple clothing? That is extremely useful. Thank you," she grinned and gently pressed her lips on his, "I'm sure the others will be wondering where you are, let's go back."

Piccolo kissed her in return and smirked, putting on his Gi shirt and tying his hoodie around his waist by the sleeves. She put her jacket and sunhat on and slung her pack over her shoulder before following him.