Chapter 3- My Body Type
Um.. lemon in this chapter, and it's kinda long.
Juuhachi-sama had asked for one of the choice men from her harem, and that was exactly what she received. There was a soft knock on her door and she quietly bid them to enter. She wore only a dressing gown made of dark blue velvet. It was tied at the waist and, though it trailed to the floor, her more than ample cleavage was proudly displayed.
She had been silently waiting for him, her body sprawled casually on the large circular bed. She held herself up on her elbows, smiling coyly at the saiyan standing in her doorway. Her blue eyes sparkled with want, need, and some greater unnameable emotion. Her long softly curling tresses were fanned about her like a golden veil. Her silken skin shimmered slightly in the soft candlelight of the room, the flames casting pools of pale gold upon the floor and flickering shadows upon the walls.
Goku paused, simply taking in the glorious appearance of his Queen. Her beauty was unmatchable, she was far too perfect for words. It was times like this that he wished he was poetic, that he could say something to Juu-chan that would truly express the way he felt about her. He had told himself for years that he was far too simple-minded for such a thing.
He entered the room fully and shut the door behind him, locking it behind his back with a practiced ease. He was one of the few slaves Juuhachi-sama ever let look her in the eyes, let alone take control of her when they were alone. He felt proud to be held in such high regard by the Queen, and he was glad to be near her as often as he was. The way she brushed up against him, the smell of roses on her skin and in her hair, the silken feel of her fingertips when she touched him... Her very presence was like a lover's caress, enticing and affectionate all at the same time.
She motioned for him to come closer with a single, slender finger. Her eyes called to him, as did her sensually full and slightly parted red lips. Her state of near undress stirred something within the tall, gentle saiyan. Something carnal and instinctual, a deep possessive animalistic lust for the woman willingly displayed before him. His eyes darkened slightly as he advanced on her, her smile never wavering.
Juuhachi caught the masculine scent coming from her lover, a dark and musky smell that caused her coral colored nipples to strain against the soft velvet of her dressing gown. Her stomach muscles tightened, along with more intimate parts of her, at the look of pure want in Goku's eyes. The mere nearness of the powerful foreigner scent chills down her spine, raising gooseflesh all over her body in anticipation.
A small smirk characteristic of all of her saiyan lovers curved the corners of his mouth, a sense of ownership coming over him. The beautiful, voluptuous body before him was his for the taking. His, and-currently- his alone. He knelt on the bed and crawled toward her, a regal dignity in his movements. Sleek and feline, he held himself above her, his head dipping down to claim her eager lips with his own. Their mouths danced against each other, neither vying for control, simply lost in the tender kissing, sucking, and licking.
It always started that way, gentle and affectionate. It soon turned to something much more dark and feral, a yearning in the both of them that could only be sated through a long night filled with sweat, blood, and sex. They both welcomed such nights as often as they could. The Queen rarely took other lovers to her bed, with the way things were now. She and Goku were one in the same, their tastes fell onto the same scale of deviance. What's pleasure without a little pain?
Juuhachi-sama reached up and undid the ties that held the silver tunic- that marked a man as part of her harem- together with deft and practiced movements of her nimble fingers. His glorious torso was exposed, the thick muscles rippling and tensing almost of their own accord. Her warm fingers slid down the length of his upper body, feeling the hardness of his sleek and powerful muscles beneath his satiny flesh. She loved the way his whole body tensed when he reached his peak, his whole body solid as a rock in the throes of passion.
Her fingers strayed lower, lightly stroking against his growing arousal beneath the thin cloth of his black trousers. He inhaled sharply and forced his tongue between her lips, a welcome action she didn't try to fight against. She sucked on his tongue, eliciting a soft moan of bliss from the saiyan.
Goku reluctantly pulled back from the expert kisses of his mistress, sitting up and pulling the tunic from his massive arms and shoulders, carelessly tossing it aside and away from the bed. She reached for him but he stepped back from her reach, that smile on his lips again as he did a slow sort of strip tease. His body swayed to some unheard music, his gaze never straying from hers as he slowly slid the black cloth away from his body, exposing inch after glorious inch of pale and masculine flesh. He rid himself of the confining garments completely and stood before her, his long and thick member standing erect, the only part of him that refused to ever bow to his Queen.
She stood and went to him, resting her hands on the defined muscles of his shoulders and leaning up to capture his mouth in a fiery kiss. Their tongues battled, both now fighting for power. Goku's large and extremely gentle hands went to the sash at her waist that held her robe together. He stepped back and gazed down at her as he slowly revealed her perfect form. Juu-chan's large breasts- round and firm, yet undoubtedly natural- were milky white with coral pink nipples that hardened from a simple brush of Goku's skilled fingers.
His hands slid down the line of her body, from the curves of her breasts to her slim and taut belly and to the gentle swell of her hips. He knelt before her, his hands moving up and down her toned, silky thighs. Her body ached to be filled, but she knew it would be better to let the saiyan have his fun beforehand. The smell of her sweetness so close to him drove him on and he pressed a gentle kiss to her secret place. He traced his tongue up and down the smooth and hairless petals of her sex, tasting the tang of her juices. His kiss soon delved deeper, his tongue driving into her, feeling the bunched muscles inside of her tight womanhood.
Small moans escaped the lips of the Queen as his tongue slid in and out of her, her muscles spasming uncontrollably around him. She ran her fingers through his hair, her grip tightening slightly as the pleasure became extremely intense, bordering on pain. Not one to deny his Queen anything, he drove his tongue as deeply into her as he could, teasing her pearl with his expert fingers. With a series of gasping cries and moans of fulfillment, the Queen fell over the bluff into a pit of ecstasy from which there was no return. The flood of her fluids into his mouth made his own arousal more prominent, aching with the need for release. However, his own pleasure could wait.
He cleansed her with his tongue, his ministrations causing further sounds of compliance and passion from her. He stood again and lifted the Queen in his powerful arms, carrying her to the bed as though she were a sacrifice to some archaic god about to be laid out upon a red silken alter.
He lightly tossed her down on the thick mattress, her lithe body landing among a mound of pillows. He was atop her again in seconds, kissing his way down her slender neck. His tongue lightly traced the marks he had made on her a mere two weeks ago, the instinctual bites of a saiyan that brand a person as their mate.
She shivered as she felt his warm, moist mouth run over those marks again, so near to the most sensitive place on her neck. He found it, as he always did, sucking the skin between his lips and lightly grazing it with his teeth. Juuhachi moaned loudly, arching her back, her body already reawakening from the nearly scorching touches of her lover.
Goku felt so hot to her, as if his skin was burning without any flames. Every place their bodies touched was something to revel in, an intimacy to be thankful for. His powerful body stayed just slightly above hers, afraid he'd accidentally crush her with his weight. The Queen couldn't care less, wrapping her arms around him and pressing his body down onto hers. His throbbing arousal poked her abdomen, causing him to groan lightly from the contact with his aching flesh.
Juuhachi-sama threw her head back as he slid down her body, lifting her breasts in his hands and teasing the pale rosy peaks of her nipples, rolling them softly between his thumb and forefinger. He lowered his mouth to one, rolling his tongue around it in leisurely circles, knowing how sensitive his Queen was to such things. She responded with a loud, desirous cry. She'd had enough teasing...
With a strength that few women possessed, she rolled him over onto his back, sitting on the smooth muscles of his abdomen. She reached behind her and lightly stroked his cock, feeling the blood pounding through his organ beneath her fingertips. A low growl escaped the saiyan beneath her. She was able to feel the rumbling from within his chest as she leaned forward, one hand on his chest to support herself as she claimed his mouth, sliding her tongue between his eager, kiss-bruised lips. She crushed her lips onto his, sucking at them and drawing them between her own. She licked, sucked, and bit at those tender lips as her grip tightened ever so slightly on the rock hard member she held in her hand.
Apparently, the both of them were through with the teasing. Goku, no longer able to take the slow and long strokes of Juuhachi-sama's hand, flipped them over so that he was on top once more. His eyes were wild, filled with a crazed lust that was almost animalistic in its one visible desire. His hips hovered above hers, his thickness pressing to her opening. Although he seemed lost in desire, there was still the question in his eyes, making sure that this was what his Queen wanted.
She smiled up at him slightly. Her hands slid down his back to the soft and satiny, yet extremely muscled, skin of his buttocks. She gripped him tightly and drove her hips upward at the same time she forced him down. A sharp shock of pleasure ran through the both of them, the feeling of being so completely filled and the feeling of being entirely engulfed nearly overwhelming the both of them. Juu-chan arched her back, moaning in supplication and total surrender as her lover pounded into her mercilessly. Goku's strong arms held him just above her so that he was able to see her face and watch the pleasured expressions on her face and the look of hunger in her eyes.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, driving him deeper at just the right angle. Their breathing was heavy and both were perspiring, their skin slick with moisture. The smell of sex filled the air, a strong-yet not unpleasant- smell, the mixture of his masculine musk and her feminine sweetness.
He pressed his face against her neck, kissing and nipping her skin, his heavy breathing warm against her ear. He was about to go over the top, but he could tell that his Queen was a few small steps behind him on the stairway of pleasure. He couldn't leave her behind, and he knew just what would catch her up to him. His brutal and almost bruising thrusts went on.
He sucked hard on the skin where her neck met her shoulder, placing his teeth over the marks he had previously made on her. She was moaning almost uncontrollably now, the sweet music of her passion and the feeling of her inner walls hugging him tightly plunging Goku over the edge. He groaned out his pleasure and sank his elongated canines into the puncture scars at the same time that his aching cock shot its fluids into her vessel.
The Queen exploded with release, a piercing cry of passion coming from deep within her as her muscles clamped down on him like a vice. Her face heated, blood rushing to it and causing her breasts to flush. They stayed together as if their bodies were one, his cock within her giving occasional little spasms that caused her to moan softly through open lips. Goku's body rested atop hers, his body pressed to hers comforting and familiar.
Finally, he pulled out of her and lay on his back next to her. He pulled her into the circle of his arms, her still rosy face snuggled against his chest. He hugged her close, wishing he could tell her how he truly felt about her. However, he was afraid to ruin a perfect moment like this, with the two of them basking in the afterglow.
Juuhachi-sama's damp blonde tresses fanned about her, some draped over her supple body. She gazed up at Goku and gave him a thankful smile before closing her eyes and promptly falling asleep. He returned the smile and kissed her forehead softly, tasting the salt of her sweat on his lips as he whispered, "I love you, Juuhachi..."