It all started three months ago when Son Goten got a job in the engineering department at Capsule Corp.
He had been in between jobs, and with the rent and bills stacking up, he needed the cash.
Goten didn't know what he'd expected when he walked into Bulla Brief's laboratory that day, but when she entered the office, he found himself completely gobsmacked.
The chubby, pink-cheeked little Bulla from his childhood was gone, and in her place was nothing short of a goddess.
Goten could think of no other word that would even come close to describing her.
It didn't matter if she was in a pair of greasy coveralls and crop top or her pristine lab coat and a pair of scarlet heels that she seemed to favor; when she entered a room, it took all of his willpower to keep his eyes off of her.
The girl- no woman, was all curves — and Goten wanted to explore every inch of them. Ever since his first day, he walked into her lab and discovered what a truly singular beauty she'd grown into. It was insane and wrong on so many levels. He was convinced that was part of the draw. Goten never had any trouble getting attention from women. But this one was off-limits. And that added a particular element of danger. It was against the rules to lust after your best friend's sister.
Yet, as the blunette unzips her coveralls, tying the sleeves around her waist, leaving her torso covered by nothing more than a tiny black crop top, he can't help but drink in every inch of skin, burning the image forever into his mind. She provoked something inside him, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.
Goten felt heat rising to his cheeks and quickly dropped his gaze back to the forms on his desk. How was he meant to get any work done when she looked like that? He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to peel her out of those coveralls. He shook his head; that's never going to happen. After his best friend had helped him out of a rough spot giving him a job that he, quite frankly, wasn't qualified for, screwing his little sister would have been a pretty poor way to repay him.
As if his imagination wasn't already getting away from him. The blunette sauntered over to his desk, murmuring something as she leaned over his shoulder to jot down a few extra materials to be added to the requisition forms, her sweet, spicy scent hitting him like a freight train. It made his mouth water, and a warm a syrupy feeling to pool in his abdomen. He'd never come across another female who smelled quite as appetizing as the Heiress. Perhaps it was her Saiyan side, perhaps it was just her.
He told himself it didn't matter though, he would never act on these fantasies, no matter how good she looked and kami, did she look good today. Then again, she always looked good. Good enough to eat.
Maybe I should quit, he thought to himself on more than one occasion; perhaps then he'd be able to rid himself of these niggling, intrusive thoughts that her presence provoked in him. But how would he explain that to Trunks after he'd so graciously offered him the post?
And, loathe as he was to admit it, the thought of not getting to look upon her or hear her musical laughter or bask in her intoxicating scent every day, seemed utterly unbearable to him.
It was just another day at work when Bulla had approached him near the end of his shift, asking him if he'd mind staying a bit late to help her test out some new equipment. He thought nothing of the request and agreed, why not if it meant spending a few more hours in her company?
After his shift was over, per her instruction, he changed into a pair of training pants that he kept in his work locker before joining her back in the lab.
"These are the prototypes for the gravity bands that I've been working on." She opened a large case on her desk, revealing four metallic bracelets."They provide the same resistance and endurance training as the gravity chamber, but they're much more practical and a lot less of a hassle to rebuild."
He took one of the bands from the case turning it over in his hands curiously. It wasn't exactly heavy, but it wasn't flimsy by any means either. "So you want me to wear these?"
"I'm going to run a few tests, and I just want you to give me your feedback." Goten nodded; she smiled and took the band back from him, "Okay, just lie down on my exam table and then we can get started."
He shivered slightly when she accidentally brushed the skin of his wrist as she set to work securing the bands to his limbs, though he stubbornly told himself it was just the chilliness of the table against his bare back.
"How do they feel? Not too tight?"
"They feel fine." He absently flexed his fingers as he stared pointedly at the ceiling, anywhere but at her.
"Good, just relax; you're going to feel some pressure."
He was vaguely aware of the sound of her shuffling around him, and a click, instantaneously an unseen force clamped down on his extremities, and his arms and legs were planted firmly on the steel tabletop. He looked up to see Bulla making her way toward the door,
"umm, Bulla?"
"Yes?"
Goten heard a slight click, and he looked up to see Bulla locking the door before turning and leaning casually against it, a curious look on her face, "Can you move at all? Even a teeny tiny bit?"
"No, not at all," he paused, waiting for her to adjust the devices; when she did not, he asked, "umm Bulla, why did you lock the door?"
"Well, I'd just hate it if we were interrupted." Her lips curved into a smile, and her eyes danced with mischief; she lifted a hand to her ponytail, pulling the elastic band free and letting the aqua tresses fall across her shoulders. She shrugged out of her lab coat, folding it neatly and placing it on the desk.
"Bulla...?" Goten's brow furrowed in confusion.
Her heels clicked against the floor as she rounded the table, lightly grazing the skin of his forearm with a slender finger, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. He followed her movements, his brows drawn together in confusion.
His onyx eyes fell on her hand as she lifted it to the top of her blouse, unfastening the buttons one by one, revealing a lacy, scarlet bra covering the soft swells of her breasts, and Goten suddenly heard alarm bells sounding in his head.
She smirked at him, her eyes flashing dangerously like a lioness who'd sighted an injured gazelle, and he knew he was in trouble. She slunk over to the table where Goten lay helpless, with almost painful slowness; she crawled up onto the table across his form until her thighs came to rest on either side of his abdomen. Her skirt bunched up around her hips, giving him a glimpse of the scarlet panties underneath.
"Bulla... what are you doing?"
"I'm done playing games with you, Goten." She toyed with the string at the waistband of his grey sweatpants.
"I... I don't know what you're talking about."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." He looked away from her, his cheeks blazing red.
"Could have fooled me…I see the way you look at me when you think no one is looking." She leaned down, nuzzling her nose into the crook of his neck and inhaling deeply, "I'm half-Saiyan just like you are, you know, my senses are every bit as sharp as yours. You want me; I can smell it."
All rational thought left him when he felt her soft, pillowy lips caressing the vulnerable flesh of his neck, sending waves of heat coursing through his body from the point of contact all the way to the tips of his toes.
She chuckled against his skin, running her tongue up and down the length of his neck, reveling in the shivers that followed. "Are you going to deny it?"
Surely he was imagining things, that was it, perhaps he'd fallen asleep at his desk, and this was all a dream. He could feel himself stiffening in his pants; between her sweet, spicy smell and the way she was mercilessly necking him, he felt like he was on fire. She continued her descent down his neck, mapping out the steely muscles of his abdomen, pausing at his nipple, at looking up at him deviously before her lips parted, her bubblegum pink tongue darting out to sweep across the distended nub, before biting down just hard enough to drive a strangled growl from the dark-haired Saiyan much to her delight.
"Bulla!" He shuddered as her warm breath licked across his moistened skin.
"Yes?" She giggled against him.
Goten shifted uncomfortably beneath her; it was then that she discovered evidence of just how much he was enjoying her ministrations.
Bulla adjusted her position, perching herself comfortably on his thickly muscled thighs.
The Heiress reached down, tenderly stroking a finger down the prominent bulge before grasping him firmly through his pants, eliciting a hiss from the older halfling. He was much, much larger than she'd anticipated, she was delighted to discover. "Oh my, this is impressive." She giggled, relishing in his quick; shuddering breaths, "you're so hard already, didn't take much, did it Goten?",
He writhed helplessly as she stroked him through the fabric, choking back the groan that threatened to spill out. "Bulla... please..." he rasped, his lower lip caught between his teeth, brow pinched, eyes squeezed shut.
"Please what?"
She shuffled onto her knees, kneeling over his abdomen, and for the briefest moment, he thought she was freeing him. Instead, she reached behind her, releasing the clasp of her bra, revealing her creamy, succulent breasts to him.
Goten's mouth watered at the sight, wanting nothing more than to turn the tables, to flip her on her back, hold her down and run his tongue all over her rosy peaks, teasing her into a state of hysteria so maddening she'd be begging him to cum.
Goten broke free of the lust-filled fog clouding his brain when she removed herself from his person to stand beside the table. He struggled against the gravity bands holding him captive, he had to stop this before it was too late and they couldn't go back. "Bulla, take them off."
She knew what he meant, of course, but she had no plans to release him just yet. "If you insist, Goten."
Her fingers trailed down over her softly toned stomach; she unzipped her tight black pencil skirt letting it fall to the floor before bringing her hands to the waistband of her lacy, crimson panties. Goten's eyes went wide as she slowly worked them down her legs, revealing her hairless sex. He could feel his heartbeat picking up as she crawled back over him once more, centering her hips over his. He thought for a moment she might mount him then and there and thought, despite his better judgment, there was nothing he'd like more than just that. But she merely hovered over him, her playful aqua eyes boring into his.
Then her hands slid up over her thighs to her delicate flower, spreading her perfect petals to reveal her glistening arousal. Goten's mouth watered, and his teeth ached as his senses were suddenly assaulted with the intoxicating scent of her arousal. Her slender fingers flitted across her swollen pink clitoris, caressing it softly as she hummed in approval. His fingers twitched, his heart thumping frantically in his chest as the beast within him thrashed against its confines.
"You wish you were the one doing this to me, don't you, Goten?" She bit her lip to keep from moaning out in pleasure as she languidly stroked herself, her aqua eyes hazy with want.
She bent down over him until he could feel her hardened nipples against his chest and the humid heat of her sex through the fabric of his pants. Goten shifted restlessly beneath her to increase the contact between them and obtain some kind of relief. She pressed her lips to his ear, "Answer me, or I won't let you cum. I have all night, so be a good boy and tell me what I want to hear."
He couldn't take it anymore; the sight of Bulla touching herself so erotically was too much for him to stand. He couldn't remember ever feeling so aroused, growling angrily as he struggled to be free of the contraptions keeping him from pinning her to this table and fucking her senseless.
"Yes." He bit out.
"Then beg."
"What?" He choked out as she snaked a hand over his chest to pinch at his nipple.
"You heard me," she sat up smirking wickedly, bringing her hands down to rest on the hard, rippled plains of his abdomen. "If you want to fuck me, then beg."
"...Please Bulla I... I want you."
"Oh, you can do better than that." She chuckled.
"I want to touch you."
"Really?" Her eyes glittered with mirth as she slowly worked his pants down his hips to reveal his throbbing erection, his heart hammering in his chest with anticipation all the while. "Where do you want to touch me?"
The Heiress licked a wet stripe up her palm before wrapping her hand around his straining erection. She stroked his steely length experimentally, the dark-haired demi-Saiyan beneath her shivered, leaning up into her touch.
"Answer me, Goten, or I'll stop." Bulla smiled sweetly down at him before giving him another soft stroke; he let out a harsh, ragged breath as she ran her thumb over the underside of his member, swirling it around his weeping slit. " Or, perhaps that's what you want. Would you like me to stop Goten?"
She grasped his member once more, being sure to maintain eye contact with the dark-haired demi-Saiyan, and he almost lost it when she brought it to her swollen little button of pleasure and began rubbing his hot organ back and forth. Turning him into her own personal toy.
"No, don't stop." He gasped, "Everywhere, fuck, I wanna touch you everywhere."
"Mmm, then be a good boy... And tell me what you want to do to me."
He hissed as she slid him back and forth across her hot, wet center.
"Fuck." He growled, bucking his hips up against her, unable to be still any longer. "I... I want to be inside you."
"Patience, be still, and I might give you what you want."
She shuffled further down his form, and he instantaneously arched up into her hand as much as the gravity bands would allow when he felt her hot breath dance across the head of his cock.
He squirmed beneath her, trying desperately to cling to his sanity.
She ran her tongue across the underside of his length before hungrily wrapping her lips around his throbbing head, delighting in the musky, salty taste of their combined arousal. He squirmed helplessly under her ministrations and reveled in every grunt and moan that she was able to drive from his lips as she took him into the hot cavern of her mouth. He was so large she couldn't possibly take all of him, but he didn't seem to mind while she used her hand to pump him while she sucked him enthusiastically. Every now and then, pausing to swirl her tongue around his head.
"Fuck," he groaned as she continued to bob up and down, his moans of approval fanning the flames of desire building up inside of her. But she couldn't give in yet, not yet.
She had never enjoyed giving a blow job so much, he tasted musky and masculine, and the way he writhed beneath her made her feel powerful and sexy. If she kept going, he would cum, but she had other plans for him, and with a wet pop, she abruptly released him, grasping the base of his erection and holding it firmly.
Goten cried out, bucking against her grip in futility. His face flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat, irises blown wide, his chest heaving with the effort to regulate his breathing. He'd been on the very brink of orgasm when she'd so cruelly snatched it away from him. "why did you stop?"
"Ladies first, remember your manners, Goten." She chided.
Goten's disappointment evaporated immediately at her words, and the beast inside of him howled with glee; she was finally going to let him touch her.
His onyx eyes darted toward his restraints; she followed his gaze before letting out a breathy laugh, "Not yet, I'll free you soon enough."
His brows drew together in confusion; how was he supposed to touch her if his hands remained bound at his sides?
She slowly crawled back up the length of his body. It wasn't until her thighs were straddling his head that realization dawned on him. His mouth watered at the sight of her glistening pussy, so pink and wet and ready to be devoured by him. "Do you want to taste me, Goten?"
"Kami, yes, I want to drown in you."
He leaned up, ready to bury his face in her dripping heat when she abruptly lifted her hips with a 'tsk.' "I think you're forgetting something Goten, I told you to beg for me."
He bit his lip in frustration; she was so close, "please, Bulla, please let me taste you."
"How bad do you wanna taste me, Goten?" She traced a delicate fingertip over the curve of his lips. When he abruptly caught the digit between his teeth before sucking it sensuously into his mouth, his onyx eyes practically radiating with a raw, animalistic need to take control, a fresh rush of arousal flooding her core at the sight.
He slowly released the extremity, his gaze never leaving hers, "I wanna taste you so bad I can't stand it. So please, Bulla, can I please taste you?"
She couldn't help the rush of giddiness that fell over her at his words.
"Hmm, I suppose since you asked so nicely," She carefully lowered her hips once more until she felt his warm breath against the apex of her thighs.
She shivered when he pressed a soft kiss against the top of her mound, tentatively at first, brushing his lips and tongue over her swollen labia and inner thighs. She was already so turned on from touching herself, she knew it wouldn't take a long to find her release. Bulla gasped as his tongue flicked over her swollen clit, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through her body.
Bulla couldn't stop her thighs from quivering as his tongue swirled around the little pleasure button above her opening. She rocked against him, reaching down to bury her hands in his raven spikes. He growled softly against her; the ravenous, animalistic sound vibrated against her clit and had her throwing her head back, moaning at the tantalizing sensation.
He wrapped his lips around the reddened little bundle of nerves and began to sucking hungrily, causing the Heiress to cry out; she lurched forward, catching herself with her hands on the edge of the table just above his head.
Goten couldn't help but think if he were to die right now, suffocated between her luscious thighs, he'd die a happy man.
Eager to reach her climax Bulla began to grind desperately, bucking against his face as the pleasure washed over her in scintillating waves, teetering on the edge of ecstasy, until she finally fell apart with a strangled cry.
She carefully lifted her hips away from the dark-haired Saiyan's face as she attempted to catch her breath.
Goten gazed up at the woman above him, blue tresses damp with sweat, her cheeks flushed with the afterglow of her orgasm, her thighs quivering and streaked with the evidence of her release.
And something in him snapped.
Bulla was still coming down from her high when she was nearly blinded by a flash of gold; she looked down at her fellow halfling and was met with a pair of glowing blue-green orbs. In the blink of an eye, the gravity bands holding Goten prisoner shattered, and she found herself flat on her back, a big, hard, impossibly hot body caging her against the cold metallic floor.
He'd gone super to overpower her gravity bands.
It was then that she noticed the primal, unhinged look in his eye that she'd never seen before, she'd played with fire, and she was about to get her just desserts.
"You've had your fun Bulla," He rasped roughly, "now it's my turn."
She opened her mouth to rebuttal but was swiftly silenced by his lips colliding with hers. It was a bruising, savage kiss as if he intended to devour her whole.
"I'm gonna fuck you until you scream," he growled, and she cried out when he dropped his head to capture a rosy nipple between his lips, teasing it between his teeth.
"Fuck," he mumbled, releasing the angry red nub with a quiet pop before giving the same attention to its twin. Bulla's hands tangled in his wild golden spikes, arching up into the delicious warmth of his mouth.
Goten reluctantly pulled away causing the blunette to whine at the loss of contact, his eyes hungrily roving over her naked, sweat-slicked body as if he couldn't decide where to start. Abruptly, the older halfling rose to his knees, grabbing the Heiress's hips and dragging her toward him until her the back of her thighs were pressed up against his.
His eyes fell on the juicy mound at the apex of her thighs, her perfect, pink pussy, and it was all for him. Slowly, sensuously his hand glided over the smooth skin of her stomach to drag his palm over her clit,
"Mmmm," Bulla hummed contentedly, wantonly grinding against his hand. She thought the feeling of his fingers against her was enough to make her insane when he abruptly sunk two fingers inside of her aching cunt.
"Oh, Kami!" She cried out at the sudden intrusion.
Goten groaned at the feeling of her perfect heat squeezing his fingers, leaning over the writhing female beneath him, bringing his other hand to the Heiress's pale throat, squeezing gently.
"I want you to say my name, " he began pumping his fingers in and out of her, "I want you to scream it!"
Bulla did just that as he added a third digit, and she lost herself to the sweet coil of pressure in her belly winding tighter and tighter with every thrust of his fingers. She was already so painfully close to climaxing she could taste it, the feeling of his hot, heavy palm at her neck, his calloused fingertips hammering relentlessly against the sweet bundle of nerves inside of her.
Goten gazed upon the blunette in rapt awe as she deliriously muttered his name over and over. His cock throbbed painfully, and it took all of his willpower not to withdraw his fingers and thrust himself inside her tight, liquid hole, but he knew Bulla was close to climax and wanted to drink in the sight of her falling apart beneath him once more before satiating his own desires.
She was trembling, the taut muscles of her abdomen twisting enticingly with every thrust of his fingers. He could feel her core growing tighter around him all the while.
He increased his speed just a little more, pounding into her until he saw her eyes roll back and her hands began blindly clawing at the hand at her throat, holding her in place.
With a strangled cry, her soaked pussy clamped down almost painfully tight for one breathless moment and then erupted into violent, tremoring spasms as every muscle in her body was contracting with the force of her climax.
It was at this moment Goten abruptly pulled his fingers from her weeping snatch; he couldn't wait any longer, he was painfully hard, after all of her teasing, the dark-haired Saiyan's last semblance of self-control had fractured, and now he was going to take what was his. He took his member in hand and aligned himself with her scorching entrance rubbing his length up and down her slit, coating it in her wetness.
Bulla's breath hitched when she felt the blunt head of his cock nudging her weeping slit; there was no reprieve before he suddenly sheathed himself into her all at once, driving the breath from her lungs as she cried out at the sudden fullness.
Goten wasted no time in yanking her legs up over his shoulders, his hands sliding down to grip her hips, holding her firmly in place as he set a punishing pace thrusting in and out of her with reckless abandon.
Bulla screamed, her voice raw and broken as he slammed into her; if she were an ordinary human woman, she would have broken, but she was no ordinary woman, and every forceful twist of his hips had her seeing stars like never before. He fucked her relentlessly, never faltering, his steely grip on her hips unyielding, faster, and faster.
Her hands scraped against the floor helplessly before grasping his wrists, holding on for dear life, when Goten's eyes snapped up to meet hers, and he suddenly lunged forward, practically folding her in half his lips colliding with hers in a mess of saliva and tongues and teeth.
"Cum for me, one more time." He growled, his forehead damp with sweat pressed up against hers, his blue-green eyes piercing into hers in a way that brought forth a fresh wave of slick.
"Oh fuck." Bulla gasped after a particularly hard thrust. The delicious feeling of pain mixing with pleasure consumed her. She was once again struck by how incredibly well endowed the older halfling was, stretching her, filling her, and never failing to zero in on that sweet spot deep inside her. Every time he slammed up against that magic spot, she felt as though she might burst then and there.
"That's it, Princess," he said, growling. "Take it. Cum on my cock."
Bulla's mind went blank, and all she could muster was incoherent babbling in response, robbed of all rational thought by the searing pressure in her belly. She could hardly string a thought together.
"You're mine," He snarled, "say it, say you're mine."
"Yours," she stammered, "all yours."
Her head fell back against the floor, and her vision blurred as she let out a last, desperate keening cry. Her nails dug into the flesh of his wrists as the spark in her core burst forth into a firestorm of convulsions, and the fluttering contractions of her body only drew Goten in even deeper.
He groaned, pressing his lips against hers as his thrusts became more and more disjointed; he released her hips, sliding up her slender form to cup her cheeks in large hands. She whimpered against his lips as he rutted into her in his frenzied thrusts when he suddenly shuddered against her, and a deep, satisfied groan rumbled up from his chest before he finally spilled his hot seed inside of her.
He pressed a final, soft kiss against her forehead, sighing contentedly as he drew back, gently lowering her legs from his shoulders before finally collapsing on his back beside her, his golden spikes and blue-green eyes fading back to their usual dark hue.
"Wow." She managed breathlessly.
He rolled his head back toward the Heiress, taking in her absolutely ravaged appearance. Her hair mussed, cheeks flushed with scarlet, her body still shaking and covered in a light sheen of sweat. "Are you okay? I mean, was that-"
"That was perfect." She smiled dreamily, rolling onto her side to rest her head on his chest, tangling a leg between his. "I've never... it's never been like that before."
Pride swelled in his chest at her admission, he wrapped his big brawny arms around her and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head that contrasted sharply with their wild love-making. "It's never been like that for me either."
She peeked up at him, the blush at her cheeks seeming even deeper than before, "Would you mind... if we did it again sometime?"
She squealed when he rolled her onto her back once more, slanting his lips against hers in a deep, intimate kiss that had her quivering all over once more. When he reluctantly broke the kiss, she grinned up at him, "Can I take that as a yes?"
He chuckled, taking in the form of the absolute siren spread out beneath him.
"Your brother is going to kill me."
At least he would die a happy man.