Chapter 11. Impressions
Night was drawing to a close when Akane finally sensed that the Prince was on the move. He was healed. She tried to get a reading on him, but his battle power was masked like always when he was in a rested state. She knew he must have gained a fair amount of strength after the strain he had put himself through in the tournament.
It took him a long time to find his way to her sleeping chamber, the light of dawn meanwhile having tinged the stuffy room in a supernatural purplish hew. It reminded her of the sky on her homeplanet which had been the lightest shade of purple.
Akane rose from her haunches when the Prince at last appeared in the open doorway clad in the same strange mufti he had worn when he came to her that morning. The white shirt particularly suited him because it showed off his tight pecks and drew attention to the big muscled biceps bulging out beneath the straining seam of the short sleeves. It also made his dark eyes even more dephtless than they already were. She could easily lose herself in those forever.
The Prince seemed surprised and maybe also a bit disappointed to find her already waiting for him.
"Prince." Akane acknowledged him with a casualness she hardly felt.
"Captain." Vegeta returned in like fashion, not even trying to hide the self-satisfied smirk that came to his face.
He entered the room, kicking the door shut behind him as he did, and the confined space put him right in her face. Thrown between wanting to put more space between them and moving in closer, Akane held her ground and forced herself to answer his gaze with what she hoped was an expression that didn't convey how his presence alone made her weak in the knees.
"On your feet, and in full uniform no less." Vegeta said, hooking a finger behind the rim of her armour and giving it a taunting little jog as if to underline his words. "And here I was hoping to catch you off guard."
"Never." Akane hissed.
His action too fast for her to fully register, she found herself being shoved in a seated position onto one of the desks at the wall with her Prince flush between her thighs. Her temper, always close to the surface to begin with, flared at how he blindsided her, immediately proving her wrong and making her swallow her words, making a bleeding joke out of her. She stuffed it down and with a mighty effort managed a nonchalant: "You're all better then?"
Vegeta threw her a smirk and jerked her armour up over her head, discarding it at his side where it landed on the floor with a loud clang. "After I'm done with you, I'll let you answer that for yourself."
And then he was kissing her in that aimless, lazy fashion again, making her giddy and hot. Her body, disloyal as it was, surrendered to his, all her misgivings forgotten. Her mental resistance gave way soon after that when he grabbed the neck of her spandex top and tore it open to bare her chest. It was quite an achievement too as the reinforced fabric was meant to resist even the biggest ki blasts. His hands found her breasts, cupping and weighing them, his thumbs teasing her nipples and making them taut and sensitive. Jolts of pleasure shot through her.
Akane stripped off her gloves hastily, needing to feel every inch of it when she slipped her hands inside his foreign kecks to pay him back in kind, finding his pride smooth and hard and very large. He pressed in closer with his hips, an approving rumble resonating deep in his throat as she stroked his length up and down slowly. It wasn't just a long shaft, it had ample circumference as well and she liked how slick and hard it was in her hands.
Vegeta broke the kiss then and dipped his face to her chest, making her hands leave him to support herself as he pushed her back. She placed her palms behind her on the desk, arching up to give him all the room he wanted. His hot mouth quickly found her nipples. He devided his attention between them generously and sucked them in turn until both grew painful, then soothed that by slowly swirling his tongue around one and tracing his thumb back and forth across the other. She reeled with lust.
He started kicking off his boots then and left her breasts to strip off his white shirt without much haste, drawing her eyes to his narrow waist and the powerful ripples of his defined abdomal muscles, then to his bulging pecks and broad shoulders. The foreign kecks were next to come off and the fabric slipped to his heels after a deft tug at the looped cord that had held it up. All he really had to do was step out of it.
His genetics had rid the Prince of all his body hair. Useless as it was. She had evolved likewise, as had Turles. Not Ringo with his hairy arse though, his genetics hadn't advanced quite that far yet. It figured with him being descended from a long line of idle lords that never saw a field of battle in their lives. Ringo was an awesome warrior though, hairy arse or not.
Her eyes lingered at the Prince's crotch where he was standing very tall in his pride. She met his dark eyes when she heard him snicker.
"Impressed, Captain?" Vegeta taunted. "I thought you already knew."
Akane made an effort to shrug. "It's a handsome chopper, it should be admired."
It was artfuly done, yet she ruined her casual attitude when her desire at the sight of him in all his royal sublimity made her squeeze herself out of her spandex bottoms rather hastily, quickly ridding herself of her boots and the shreds of her shirt as well. She just wanted, no she needed to feel him inside her where the blossoming heat had become all but unbearable.
"You smell very clean." Vegeta said softly as he returned between her thighs and pulled her legs around his waist. The quietness in his voice made him sound all the more threatening. "Might you be hiding something? I would hate to find out you bagged off with your men in the short time it took me to heal."
"I didn't. They wouldn't fucking come near me because of you." Akane snarled.
Vegeta showed off his perfect teeth in a grin. "That's good then. There is no need to go off your nut. You should realise by now that you don't require them anymore to bring you off."
Akane showed him her teeth as well, but in a snarl. "Are you going to lick my cunny this time?"
"No." Vegeta said. He snickered then. "I smell a rat."
"Oh, that's a pisser." Akane spat in aggravation, trying to push him away.
Vegeta didn't budge. "I'll let you have my cock though." he moved in closer so that their lips were touching. "If you give me another kiss."
"I don't want it." Akane hissed, even if she did want it very much.
Vegeta eased her ache nonetheless when he filled her with his need, the size of him testing the very limits of her inner walls. "You do. You are piss wet."
His hands slipped to her arse and forced her hips to tilt so that he could slide himself inside her just that bit deeper. It made her gasp and she gasped again at the little nudge he gave with his hips, delivering her another delightful sting of ache deep in her abdomen. He was far too good at this.
"If you want me to eat your cunny, you should stop your scheming. The cheek you gave me today made me lose my appetite for it." Vegeta said and then he ordered: "Kiss me."
Akane obeyed and moaned into his mouth at the slow, deliberate motion he started with his hips, clinging to his shoulders. She set out to grind her hips at the same pace, soon losing herself in it completely. It didn't take him any time to drive her to her peak. He held her steady as she blew, her sharp nails digging in his shoulders and raking his skin. He refused to follow and maintained his lingering, long, almost torturous rhythmn to build her up anew, never stopping their impassioned kiss. He sped up only long enough to make her come a second time. And again for a third, and by then she was convulsing and gasping for air.
Even so her Prince was showing no signs that he was of a mind to ease up on her. There was nothing of the previous aggression in him, yet what he was doing to her now was simply another way of showing her how utterly in control he was. He was dominating her again. Dominating her and making her love it.
"You need very little encouragement." Vegeta said when they finally came up for air, their endless kiss breaking at last. His low voice was full of lust.
Akane hid her face in his neck where she could inhale his dark and virile scent. It made her suck and bite his flesh once, twice and more times still as she covered the skin of his neck and shoulder in bruises. She felt the rumble in his throat as she moved up to pant passionately in his ear: "It's you. You make me."
Vegeta laughed very wickedly and leaned back just enough to catch her gaze, all the while rocking her in that agonisingly slow way. "Lucky you. I can do this all day."
Akane closed her eyes so that he wouldn't see just how much she enjoyed being tortured by him like this. "You are punishing me."
More wicked laughter. "You wouldn't be liking it this much if I was."
"I am not indeed!" Akane shouted, her temper getting the better of her again. She started jerking her hips aggressively against him to break his domination and his torturous flow both.
Vegeta slipped his fingers to her throat and pushed her down flat on the desk with her back, his other hand fixing her jerking hips in place against the surface. All this was done without using force, at his leisure, so much so that it virtually screamed his supremacy. He had taken her over and they both knew it.
"You lie." Vegeta teased, his dark eyes glittering mischievously as he dealt her another drawn out push with his hips. "I'm enjoying it too. I like making you pop. You get a nice choke hold down there when you do."
Akane threw her tail, fat with lust, over her eyes in her desperation to get away from him as he accelerated briefly again. Another orgasm washed over her and she stuffed the knuckles of both fists into her mouth in an attempt to cover up the helpless puling he was dragging out of her.
"Pop." she heard him intone very softly.
Vegeta edged in and plucked the tail from her eyes, letting it slip through his fingers and obviously enjoying how that made her quiver. Her fists fell away from her mouth and she lay pining after the kiss he wouldn't give her. She raised her mouth to kiss him in stead, but he moved up with her so that his lips stayed just out of her reach. He held her gaze while he set her up for yet another one.
Akane shuddered when he backed out of her all the way only to slip back in. He did it several times more until she was completely smashed and out of control.
"Pop." Vegeta purred when he tipped her over the edge again.
"Stop it!" Akane cried out helplessly, seeking desperately for a means to have back possession over herself. "Stop torturing me!"
Vegeta straightened up before she could scratch him in the wickedly smirking face. "You can fight me all you want, Captain. I will tame you in the end. You might as well give over now."
He grabbed the back of her knees to push her thighs up to her sides so that she lay spread out on the desk for him. He made a deliberate effort to thoroughly scan her body with his dark eyes, laying claim to everything his intent gaze touched on and silently declaring it all his. He was really hitting her with the bridle-eye now. Akane brought her arms up to rest on the desk next to her head in an equally voiceless act of yielding.
A smug little grin came to his face. "There you go."
Akane cried her elation when he picked up his pace for real, clutching her waist for purchase as he finally saw to her properly. He soon had her skimming the desk in a wild bounce and cracking her head against the wall behind her so hard that she put her hands up against it to catch herself. He joined her in her next orgasm, slamming into her with those last few purposeful strokes and baring his teeth in that final moment where his seed left him. The whispered "Fuck." he let out to voice how his release satisfied him was the one minor victory he allowed her in return.
Akane let him gather her limp body in his arms and carry her to the futon where he eased back on it loosely with her spread on top of him a mewling, sweating, leaking, shivering and pathetic heap. The quickened heartbeat detectible in his neck when she rested her burning cheek there was the only real proof that he had exerted himself. His supremacy, if it hadn't been blatant already, now an undeniable fact.
Akane hadn't even began to catch her breath when she felt his hand slipping down her arse to steer his unrelenting pride back into her aching sex.
"No more." she al but sobbed, yet she was already sitting up to stradle his thighs, was already digging her fingers into his hard abdomen to support herself while she rolled her hips, her desperation making her movements unfocussed and jerky. He aided her by steadying her on top of him, his strong hands coming to grasp her waist as she rode him. The victorious little smirk in the corner of his mouth was stuck to his disgustingly handsome face.
"You reckon I'm all better then, Captain?" he asked.
"You're fucking awesome." Akane moaned, making him laugh. "Please just..."
"Just what?" Vegeta urged when nothing came. He reached up to grab her face with both hands and forced her to look him in the eye. "What do you want?"
"Just..." Akane again didn't finish.
She didn't have to. He took back control by stabbing himself up inside her in that insanely fast cadance she was growing addicted to, keeping her in place with the hands that were clasped to her face. It felt like he was going to break her neck while he invaded her so mercilessly, owning her so thoroughly that all she could do was surrender her body to him.
His hands moved to her waist again and she didn't even fight him when she sensed him power up and send his energy into the fingers that were digging into her flesh. She wailed at the scorching sensation on her skin as he marked her with the fingertips of both hands, his energy searing away every layer of her skin and deeper. The stuffy room quickly filled to the brim with the smell of burning flesh.
"You are mine." her Prince said somewhere beneath her. "Be sure to inform your men of that as well."
"Yes." Akane agreed wholeheartedly.
Her head lolled back as she became entranced by the agony of the burns he was giving her combined with the ecstacy of him speed fucking her, both being too much to handle and not enough by far. She accepted her defeat when he flipped them so that he was on top and she locked him in between her thighs, doomed and lost in her own realm of agonising bliss.