Chapter 14. Estrus
Never in his life had Vegeta been lost for words. His self-possession, that had been a requisite for getting him through the horrors in the WTO, that had helped him come to terms with his own father putting him there, had enabled him to overcome the genocide of his people and helped him brave his own death on Namek, it had left him in the face of this little thing at his shoulder. She who was working so meticuliously on her kill, cutting slabs of meat from it for her consumption, picking it apart inch by skilful inch and taking everything she could use. Vegeta felt as much at her mercy as that carcass.
That he should find himself daunted by anything at this stage in his life. He who had seen so much, had seen too much in truth, he who had become the second most powerful warrior in the whole universe, having but one, gormless opponent left, he who had ascended and fathered a son with the potential to surpass him and Kakarot both, he was fazed by her and by what she evoked in him. If ever there had been anyone worthy of a place by his side, it surely was his nefarious little concubine.
Akane mistook his dumb-struck silence for disapproval and it graced her that she looked so guilty when she explained: "Well, I had to, didn't I? I had to know if I could follow you. If you were strong enough to be my leader. You were so young when they took you away. I had no idea who I was dealing with, did I?"
The fierceness came back to her face now, making her look more like her usual unpleasant self and some of his composure returned with it. The sneer was certainly easier to deal with than that smile that treathened to make him undone.
"You are my Prince. I know it now. You will never have to question my loyalty. I do follow you. I would follow you into the depths of hell itself." Akane smiled roguishly. "And it's not because you slipped me that fat chopper either. That is just a pleasant side issue."
Vegeta matched her smile automatically, more at ease now that they came back to familiar territory. This he could do. He could deal with this. Whatever doom he had felt looming over him just now, it was chased off by his resurfacing lust for her.
"Even so, it needs to be addressed. It's what I marked you for after all."
"Can't do it." Akane simply said. She reached over to one of the elk's antlers, snapped it off and held it out to him. "Something to scratch your arse with."
"How droll." Vegeta took it from her and tossed it aside, not diverted by her witticims. "Why not?"
Akane refused to answer and started sifting through the innards on the ground. Kidneys, heart and liver she took to the fire pit, same as the slabs of meat she had cut away. She bunged it all onto the hot stones inside the pit and covered it with gras, another layer of rocks and then sealed it all off with the soil from the dug out pit.
Vegeta rose and sent his ki into his blood stained hands to flick it off, watching her do the same from across the camp site. He was becoming frustrated again. Was it really so bleeding hard to just give him a straight answer for once? But she was looking frustrated as well, and a lot more than he felt.
"I want to."
She did. Her whole being pratically screamed it in fact. As he crossed the grass to where she stood, he observed with growing fascination how she started to pant slightly, her chest squeezed into that violently green and violently tight shirt rising and falling to his view. She seemed about ready to burst right out of the fabric. On every third breath or so she bared her teeth with a nearly inaudible rumble coming from deep in her throat. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes had a hazed, almost demented look in them, having gained that golden, liquid quality that he had come to recognize as a sign of her lust. Whatever had come over her, it had come on fast.
"I can't even look at you without getting the cunny flutters." Akane said, her voice little more than a hoarse whisper.
It made his blood rush and as Vegeta swelled, he pulled her close to ease that somewhat, his hands finding her round arse to press her as close against his loins as she could get.
"You raided my son's wardrobe?" he asked with another look on her breasts in their tight green confinement. The ridiculous female action-figure displayed on the front with the words Captain Marvel beneath it left no doubt that this was his son's t-shirt. The boy was obsessed with that nonsense.
Akane looked almost offended. "It was a gift from the Princeling when he came to visit my sickbed." She was trying to push him away, but he wasn't letting go of that fine arse, which soon had her spitting and squirming. "And I'm in estrus, so you leave me be."
This intrigued him. No wonder she was so worked up. It explained a lot as well. Her seeking seclusion here, how she had tried to avoid making eye contact by focussing on her kill, her struggling to get away from him while she so obviously needed him to sort her out.
"But you're gagging for it." Vegeta pointed out teasingly, his eyes drawn to where her hard nipples had popped up beneath the green fabric of her shirt.
"I am of no mind to bear you a whelp." Akane spat. "You let me go."
"Can't do it." Vegeta mimicked her previous words, his voice muffled as he was now busying himself with catching one of those small nipples between his teeth.
She gave a very gratifying little moan when he succeeded. It wasn't enough for him though so he pulled the hem of her shirt up to reveal one of those perfectly sculpted, firm breast topped with a blushy pink nipple that was just as perfect. He leaned in to draw it into his mouth.
"Please stop." Akane moaned, arching into him willingly nevertheless.
Vegeta gave the now thoroughly puckered nipple one last lap of his tonque and straightened back up to do the same to her panting little mouth. He gave her his wickedest smirk. "You are in serious need of mending, little one. It would be cruel to leave you in this state."
He kneeled in front of her and tugged down her shorts in the same move. There were other ways of easing her throes and he was going to show her every single one that he could conjure up.
His eyes were drawn to the burn marks of his thumbs on her stomach, just below and to either side of the sexy vertical elipse that was her navel. He turned her by her small waist so that he could take a look at the imprints of his fingertips on both sides of her lower back. The burns had already healed. Hidden beneath her clothes it was nothing like the declaration his father's mark on her face had been, put there for the world to see and know, but it didn't matter. Vegeta put his marks there for her to remember that she belonged to him. That was enough. It made him proud to see her bear them though. Very much so.
There was something far more interesting that deserved his attention. His kneeled position put him at eye-level with the appealing red streak of fur on her sex that served as a pointer to the silky, pink folds beneath. Now that he had her to himself he could finally get from her what she had been keeping him from by allowing her men between her thighs. Her scent was hot and sweltering and all her own and he felt her grab his hair with both hands as he made her totter when he dove in to finally have that taste of her.
He drank her in quite in the literal sense, her excitement had her already soaked, and he soon lost all conscious thought, growing intoxicated not only from her stimulating scent and taste. He found nothing of the diffidence he encountered in the woman when he did this to her, coy and uncomfortable as she was with her own sexuality. His little concubine wasn't coy at all. Nor modest or inhibited. She took everything he offered greedily and pressed his face between her thighs, rubbing her sex against his mouth with forceful determination to get as much out of this as she possibly could.
He grabbed the back of her knee and forced her leg up to give himself full access and left her to figure out how she was going to maintain herself in that position while he drowned himself in her.
It was no surprise she succeeded in holding her own and it was only after she had climaxed very hard against his mouth, that she searched for his hand clasped to her waist, taking it and lacing her fingers together with his to balance herself. He drew their linked hands up and back, giving her the counterbalance she needed to keep to her feet. He slipped his tongue inside her, agreeing with the hearfelt: "Fuck yes." she expelled as he did.
Some more laps at that tiny nub hidden up her folds was enough to make her come a second time. Her knee buckled now and she dropped into his waiting arms where he caught and kissed her, trapping her whimpers in his mouth. She broke away soon and clung to him with arms and legs wrapped around him possessively, pressing the side of her face against his forcefully.
Akane started talking into his ear with a rushed, breathless voice. "I can't take it. I feel so empty. I need you in me. Just keep it in my cunny a little while. Can you do that for me?"
She was already doing it herself and with great haste when she pulled his cock out and slipped herself over him until she had taken all of him in, pratically sobbing from the relief this gave her.
"I missed this so much. You're so fucking awesome. Hold me down. Please, just keep me like this. Only for a minute."
Vegeta was obliging, but it wasn't all that easy. She was still clinging to him and he could feel her every powerful muscle throb as she bent her whole will on restraining herself and keeping still with his cock trapped inside her. The thought of having her fat with his child came to him and now that it had introduced itself, it would not leave him alone anymore. Why shouldn't he sprout his seed in her? And why shouldn't she want it? She would be able to give him issue with unlimited potential. He secretly urged her on when he felt her hips move, nearly undetectable at first, but growing more spirited quickly until her resistance gave way completely and she was rolling her hips in earnest.
"You need to make up your mind." Vegeta said, straining to put force behind his voice because she was working him so nicely. "Fast."
"Just a bit longer." Akane whimpered pleadingly. "You can keep yourself in check. I know it. You tortured me for hours the last time you were with me."
"I did. I can. The way you are now makes it hard for me." Vegeta admitted, feeling the last of his own restraint leave him. "I am of a mind to put a son in you. And if not now, then soon. So if you're not ready for it, you need to stop fucking me."
"I can't think now." Akane half snarled, half moaned. Even so, she wasn't stopping anything.
"Fuck." Vegeta cursed, feeling the tell tale signs of her coming to the close when her sex started to rythmically squeeze his cock. "Akane."
"I'm already there." Akane forced out through gritted teeth and she gave a great sigh of relief as all her tension was released at once.
Vegeta was still battling his own peak when she slipped away from him, down him, opening wide to draw him into her hot little mouth instead. That was more than adequate to appease him. His little concubine proved not to be modest about giving back either. She worked him greedily with her mouth, putting her lips and tongue and soon also her hands to the task of rubbing, licking and sucking him with the sole objective of driving him completely insane.
He grabbed her by the drawn up hair, his whole body growing tense at his high rushing in on him. He spaffed in her mouth and she rewarded him with a throaty moan of satisfaction, swallowing all he had left her with while she intentfully locked eyes with him and eased her mouth up and down very slowly while he regained himself. Yes, she was achieved at that as well. He mirrored the triumphant smirk she gave him as she sat up across from him.
She wiped that very able little mouth and said: "This worked out well. I feel much better now."
Even if she did, she was returning to his arms, pushing at his shoulders to make him fall back on the grass with her, apparently not feeling just well enough yet. She fought herself out off her tight shirt and started tugging at his battle suit to get him naked as well, all the while aiming hot little kisses on his lips whenever she found an opening for it. He wasn't complaining because his spandex was chafing him, was getting in the way of being skin to skin with her like he longed to be. Yet when he finally was, it proved that even that wasn't sufficient in easing his unending craving for her.
Vegeta pulled her against him so tight that it made her gasp for air, wanting to disappear within her, to melt together and not be parted again. He felt the urge to shout at her, to bid her open up and let him in her very skin. As they twined once more, locking lips and hips and interlacing fingers all in a seamless fit, he couldn't quite tell where his own body ended and hers began, their merging plain perfection.
Akane agreed because she licked his ear and whispered: "You were made for me."
He was. Vegeta turned them so that he could smother her strong yet soft body with his, pinning their still enlaced hands to the grass next to her head. He found those hard eyes and they swamped him, tore through him and he loved it.
"Sweet Mother save me." Akane pleaded with the Saiyajin Goddess of Victory.
She sounded as helpless as Vegeta felt from the intensity of what could only be called their loving, because they weren't just fucking anymore, weren't simply having it away for the purpose of satisfying their own and each other's lust. This was meant to fulfill very different needs, needs he had never been aware of excisting and he knew absolutely nothing about.
"You can't come inside me." Akane whimpered beneath him, working so dilligently to catch every thrust he dealt her.
"I know." Vegeta breathed, burrying his face in her neck and nipping at her skin with his teeth. He didn't know. He knew nothing. All he understood was that he wanted this to last forever. And also that even if he bent all his will on it, he was never getting away from her again.