In a matter of seconds I was at the top of the stairs. How the hell I got
here puzzled me, but my legs were heavy and hurt from the climb. When I
looked back to the bottom it seemed like I was on Mt. Everest. Damn, no
way I was going back down there. All that was left was going down this
hallway to the closed door at the end. It was like one of those video
games. You get through the hardest part, and now there are no more
enemies; just a few more steps and you were at the end. In video games
though, these steps are not the most important and worst. At the end, you
will not be meeting a dark sexy man who will take you to the ends of the
world and back. Well, not literally, but it will feel like that.
Slowly, very slowly, my feet moved themselves through the corridor. This journey seemed longer than the space adventure I had made years ago. Just passed Bra's room, then Trunks' old room, the bathroom, oh look it's the guest room. The one I used to sleep in, well, Trunks and I slept in. Only when we kept our relationship secret. Finally, I was at the destination point. The room I feared most. I heard the water running, which meant whoever was in there (and I knew who it was) was taking a shower.
No way, I can't do this. It is not possible, I mean, I'm engaged. He's married. This is not right. I'll just take a nap when I go back downstairs if it tires me out. I came up here, and now I am going back down there. Where the people are, where my fiancé is, where Vegeta is NOT. Swift turn, ten points. First step, another ten points. Second step, oh shit, the door behind me just opened. "Going somewhere woman?" Yee gad, he caught me. Another swift turn and rubbing the back of my neck earned an odd look from the prince. Oh yea, not just an odd look. The man was in a towel. JUST a towel. Wasn't the longest towel either, only long enough to wrap around his waist and cover a bit of his thighs. Very attractive to say the least.
"Well, I just came up here, for, umm, err, a book." Oh yea, that was believable. I'm sure the stuttering really convinced him. That smirk proved it. My lie had failed, and he knew I was his. Ok, this was awkward. Here we were, my handsome lover and I standing a mere foot apart, and nobody was making a move. "I'll just be going, since you are getting ready for umm, training?"
He chuckled slightly, in a way that made me shiver right down to my very bones. I didn't like to be the prey. It wasn't exactly my idea of fun. "Bulma has, books." A slight increase in smirk followed that comment. "Come in and get what you want." If I came in to get what I wanted, we would be having sex all day and night long. Obviously can't have that, now can we? Finding a book would be easy though. I think I could handle it. Taking a few more steps, and brushing past the compact saiya-jin, I was in the room. The room that Vegeta and Bulma shared, slept in every night, and the room where both Trunks and Bra were conceived. Eww, how gross. I really do not want to think that.
I jerked suddenly at the sound of the door slamming. Uh-oh, I'm trapped. No wait, not yet, but I would be in a few seconds. Vegeta grabbed me and threw me against the door, pressing his body against mine and kissed me ferociously. Stupid, naïve me, kissed him back, moaning and placing my arms around him. I felt him lock the door behind me, but didn't care. There was no way I was leaving now anyway. The only problem was if someone came in, and that was just taken care of.
Vegeta lifted me up slightly and carried me away from the door, our tongues still dancing together perfectly. The only time we separated was when he threw me down onto the bed and crawled over me. My heart was pounding in my chest at an amazing rate, and my lungs screamed for air. But I doubt that was why I was panting so hard. You would be panting too if you had a saiya-jin over you, looking down with dark lustful eyes. In a fit of frustration, my arm reached up and pulled his head back down to mine. Our lips locked yet again, and I thrust my hips upwards, silently telling him what I wanted. If he did not understand yet, he never would. Luckily, the sexy saiya-jin understood completely, and complied.
The towel that had been around his waist had already fallen off, and was somewhere on the floor. My shirt was soon to join it. His large hands fondled my pert breasts through the lacy black bra I wore, as his hot mouth traveled across my neck. It made it's way downwards, and his soft butterfly kisses on my breasts made me arch my back slightly. Moans were extracted from my throat in an uncontrollable fashion. But I wanted more. I didn't want the top of my chest to be the only thing that got attention. My back arched a bit more, giving me access to my back so I could unclasp my bra. And I did just that. After my bra was discarded, I flipped the prince over so I straddled his muscular body.
My jeans were still on, but I felt his hard erection through them. He grabbed my hips and I began to grind against him, almost getting a moan out of him. Well, it seemed he had more control than I had originally thought. This was unacceptable. Bending at the waist, I was about to kiss him all over when he flipped me over yet again. "Nice try woman, but I am the one in control here." His cold voice wavered, making me realize just how much he needed to be inside me. So why didn't he give in and take me? I was ready enough. Hell, I was ready the first time he kissed me. Instead, the zipper of my jeans was pulled down just enough for him to slip two fingers in.
His fingers played with the bottom of my panties, occasionally brushing against the folds of my most private area. Helplessly, I pushed my hips forward, wanting more from him. I got just that. He stuck two fingers deep inside me, earning a moan from deep within my throat. They explored my inside, making me thrash about wildly. This feeling was amazing. My back arched itself once again, and I realized that another hand had been massaging my breast. When I looked up, I saw Vegeta staring at me with dark intentions in his eyes, covered with a coat of clouded passion. The smirk was a killer, but he was growing impatient. The coal eyes roved up and down my body, and I do believe that was the moment Vegeta realized he could no longer wait. With that, he ripped off my pants and panties.
I was left completely naked and violated by his eyes. His breathing became shaky, and his growing hardness pressed against my thigh. Once again he bent down and kissed me with such emotion that I could not help but gasp in surprise and purr. Yes, I purred. While deep in the kiss, my dark prince positioned himself and dove into me. My head jerked back and I emitted a scream. Before the others outside could hear it, Vegeta placed his lips on mine again to quiet me. The pleasure that ran through me was unexplainable. He thrust into me with an animalistic desire, grinding our hips together at a remarkable pace. My legs wrapped themselves around him in an effort to bring him deeper within me. I wanted more of him, much, much more. Blood trailed down his back from the half moon marks my nails made. We were in bliss, heaven, nirvana, and absolute ecstasy. Everything was perfect. His eyes were half closed as sweat began to form on his brow. I could tell he was holding back.
"Vegeta, don't hold back. I can take it." I panted the words out as if they were my last, and my hand wiped the sweat away from his face. He looked at me with such innocence and wonder, but drove into me harder than before. I screamed out a silent cry of satisfaction and gratitude. His eyes closed tightly and his tongue lapped at my neck. I knew what he wanted to do, because I wanted to do the same. The canines grazed across my neck before choosing a spot to sink themselves into. No, I could not let this happen. My hands clasped around his face and brought it up to look at me. Between moans I shook my head no.
Vegeta resumed his grunting even as I began to shake. My climax was close, and I knew his was too. Out bodies continued to grind together though, going at a faster pace than ever before. He suddenly shot his seed within me, roaring with his release, filling me completely. Thankfully, he continued and let me come to my climax, but kissed me as I did. I am glad he did, because if he didn't the whole world would know that Vegeta had just given me the best sex ever. I rode out my climax before he collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily. He was covered in a fine layer of sweat, making him gleam in the sunlight that shone through the window. We held each other for a moment before he rolled away and lay on the bed panting. I did the same, but much more heavily than him.
In a very Vegeta-like fashion, he lifted himself from the bed in a matter of moments. As he pulled out a gi from the drawer, he gruffly addressed me. "You may want to wash my scent from you. I do not doubt that questions will be asked if you smell like me." Then, he dressed, and left. Yet again, he left me stupefied on a piece of furniture. Damn that man, damn him to hell. But he was right. What would happen if I went back outside smelling like sex and Vegeta? Hopefully Bra would not mind me borrowing her clothes, because mine were not in one piece anymore.
A soft yawn escaped my lips, but I could not sleep now. My mind and body were completely exhausted from that experience, but there was still a party going on. Damn it, I didn't want to move. Chattering and laughing were going on right outside the window, reminding me how soon I had to move my ass. I painfully threw my legs over the side of the bed. Ouch. He had screwed me nice and hard; that was for sure. The place between my legs had not hurt this much since my first time.
The shower I took was quick, and luckily, Bra still had one of my old gis. This was perfect. Incase they wondered where I wandered off to; I could easily say I stopped to spar with Vegeta. Although, we didn't train together much, and I wasn't much of a fighter anymore. It would have to work though. Plus, we were training, just a different kind of training. Little did I know how trapped I was. This 'training session' had dragged me into the pits of Hell, and would soon spit me right back out. This was not the last time I would be dragged to his bedroom during a party. Or dragged to the gravity chamber, kitchen, bathroom, garden, balcony, mountains, fields, oh wait, you can't know about those yet. It isn't like I didn't want to be trapped, because in fact, I loved it. Whoever said being trapped in a spider web was bad? Oh, what a tangled web we weaved.
Slowly, very slowly, my feet moved themselves through the corridor. This journey seemed longer than the space adventure I had made years ago. Just passed Bra's room, then Trunks' old room, the bathroom, oh look it's the guest room. The one I used to sleep in, well, Trunks and I slept in. Only when we kept our relationship secret. Finally, I was at the destination point. The room I feared most. I heard the water running, which meant whoever was in there (and I knew who it was) was taking a shower.
No way, I can't do this. It is not possible, I mean, I'm engaged. He's married. This is not right. I'll just take a nap when I go back downstairs if it tires me out. I came up here, and now I am going back down there. Where the people are, where my fiancé is, where Vegeta is NOT. Swift turn, ten points. First step, another ten points. Second step, oh shit, the door behind me just opened. "Going somewhere woman?" Yee gad, he caught me. Another swift turn and rubbing the back of my neck earned an odd look from the prince. Oh yea, not just an odd look. The man was in a towel. JUST a towel. Wasn't the longest towel either, only long enough to wrap around his waist and cover a bit of his thighs. Very attractive to say the least.
"Well, I just came up here, for, umm, err, a book." Oh yea, that was believable. I'm sure the stuttering really convinced him. That smirk proved it. My lie had failed, and he knew I was his. Ok, this was awkward. Here we were, my handsome lover and I standing a mere foot apart, and nobody was making a move. "I'll just be going, since you are getting ready for umm, training?"
He chuckled slightly, in a way that made me shiver right down to my very bones. I didn't like to be the prey. It wasn't exactly my idea of fun. "Bulma has, books." A slight increase in smirk followed that comment. "Come in and get what you want." If I came in to get what I wanted, we would be having sex all day and night long. Obviously can't have that, now can we? Finding a book would be easy though. I think I could handle it. Taking a few more steps, and brushing past the compact saiya-jin, I was in the room. The room that Vegeta and Bulma shared, slept in every night, and the room where both Trunks and Bra were conceived. Eww, how gross. I really do not want to think that.
I jerked suddenly at the sound of the door slamming. Uh-oh, I'm trapped. No wait, not yet, but I would be in a few seconds. Vegeta grabbed me and threw me against the door, pressing his body against mine and kissed me ferociously. Stupid, naïve me, kissed him back, moaning and placing my arms around him. I felt him lock the door behind me, but didn't care. There was no way I was leaving now anyway. The only problem was if someone came in, and that was just taken care of.
Vegeta lifted me up slightly and carried me away from the door, our tongues still dancing together perfectly. The only time we separated was when he threw me down onto the bed and crawled over me. My heart was pounding in my chest at an amazing rate, and my lungs screamed for air. But I doubt that was why I was panting so hard. You would be panting too if you had a saiya-jin over you, looking down with dark lustful eyes. In a fit of frustration, my arm reached up and pulled his head back down to mine. Our lips locked yet again, and I thrust my hips upwards, silently telling him what I wanted. If he did not understand yet, he never would. Luckily, the sexy saiya-jin understood completely, and complied.
The towel that had been around his waist had already fallen off, and was somewhere on the floor. My shirt was soon to join it. His large hands fondled my pert breasts through the lacy black bra I wore, as his hot mouth traveled across my neck. It made it's way downwards, and his soft butterfly kisses on my breasts made me arch my back slightly. Moans were extracted from my throat in an uncontrollable fashion. But I wanted more. I didn't want the top of my chest to be the only thing that got attention. My back arched a bit more, giving me access to my back so I could unclasp my bra. And I did just that. After my bra was discarded, I flipped the prince over so I straddled his muscular body.
My jeans were still on, but I felt his hard erection through them. He grabbed my hips and I began to grind against him, almost getting a moan out of him. Well, it seemed he had more control than I had originally thought. This was unacceptable. Bending at the waist, I was about to kiss him all over when he flipped me over yet again. "Nice try woman, but I am the one in control here." His cold voice wavered, making me realize just how much he needed to be inside me. So why didn't he give in and take me? I was ready enough. Hell, I was ready the first time he kissed me. Instead, the zipper of my jeans was pulled down just enough for him to slip two fingers in.
His fingers played with the bottom of my panties, occasionally brushing against the folds of my most private area. Helplessly, I pushed my hips forward, wanting more from him. I got just that. He stuck two fingers deep inside me, earning a moan from deep within my throat. They explored my inside, making me thrash about wildly. This feeling was amazing. My back arched itself once again, and I realized that another hand had been massaging my breast. When I looked up, I saw Vegeta staring at me with dark intentions in his eyes, covered with a coat of clouded passion. The smirk was a killer, but he was growing impatient. The coal eyes roved up and down my body, and I do believe that was the moment Vegeta realized he could no longer wait. With that, he ripped off my pants and panties.
I was left completely naked and violated by his eyes. His breathing became shaky, and his growing hardness pressed against my thigh. Once again he bent down and kissed me with such emotion that I could not help but gasp in surprise and purr. Yes, I purred. While deep in the kiss, my dark prince positioned himself and dove into me. My head jerked back and I emitted a scream. Before the others outside could hear it, Vegeta placed his lips on mine again to quiet me. The pleasure that ran through me was unexplainable. He thrust into me with an animalistic desire, grinding our hips together at a remarkable pace. My legs wrapped themselves around him in an effort to bring him deeper within me. I wanted more of him, much, much more. Blood trailed down his back from the half moon marks my nails made. We were in bliss, heaven, nirvana, and absolute ecstasy. Everything was perfect. His eyes were half closed as sweat began to form on his brow. I could tell he was holding back.
"Vegeta, don't hold back. I can take it." I panted the words out as if they were my last, and my hand wiped the sweat away from his face. He looked at me with such innocence and wonder, but drove into me harder than before. I screamed out a silent cry of satisfaction and gratitude. His eyes closed tightly and his tongue lapped at my neck. I knew what he wanted to do, because I wanted to do the same. The canines grazed across my neck before choosing a spot to sink themselves into. No, I could not let this happen. My hands clasped around his face and brought it up to look at me. Between moans I shook my head no.
Vegeta resumed his grunting even as I began to shake. My climax was close, and I knew his was too. Out bodies continued to grind together though, going at a faster pace than ever before. He suddenly shot his seed within me, roaring with his release, filling me completely. Thankfully, he continued and let me come to my climax, but kissed me as I did. I am glad he did, because if he didn't the whole world would know that Vegeta had just given me the best sex ever. I rode out my climax before he collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily. He was covered in a fine layer of sweat, making him gleam in the sunlight that shone through the window. We held each other for a moment before he rolled away and lay on the bed panting. I did the same, but much more heavily than him.
In a very Vegeta-like fashion, he lifted himself from the bed in a matter of moments. As he pulled out a gi from the drawer, he gruffly addressed me. "You may want to wash my scent from you. I do not doubt that questions will be asked if you smell like me." Then, he dressed, and left. Yet again, he left me stupefied on a piece of furniture. Damn that man, damn him to hell. But he was right. What would happen if I went back outside smelling like sex and Vegeta? Hopefully Bra would not mind me borrowing her clothes, because mine were not in one piece anymore.
A soft yawn escaped my lips, but I could not sleep now. My mind and body were completely exhausted from that experience, but there was still a party going on. Damn it, I didn't want to move. Chattering and laughing were going on right outside the window, reminding me how soon I had to move my ass. I painfully threw my legs over the side of the bed. Ouch. He had screwed me nice and hard; that was for sure. The place between my legs had not hurt this much since my first time.
The shower I took was quick, and luckily, Bra still had one of my old gis. This was perfect. Incase they wondered where I wandered off to; I could easily say I stopped to spar with Vegeta. Although, we didn't train together much, and I wasn't much of a fighter anymore. It would have to work though. Plus, we were training, just a different kind of training. Little did I know how trapped I was. This 'training session' had dragged me into the pits of Hell, and would soon spit me right back out. This was not the last time I would be dragged to his bedroom during a party. Or dragged to the gravity chamber, kitchen, bathroom, garden, balcony, mountains, fields, oh wait, you can't know about those yet. It isn't like I didn't want to be trapped, because in fact, I loved it. Whoever said being trapped in a spider web was bad? Oh, what a tangled web we weaved.