Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ
A/N: So, here's the sixth chapter of Out of Control. Yes, there is a lemon in this chapter (guess that'll make all those reviewers happy ^_^), though I think/hope it's R-rated. You think not, tell me so. And thanks for all those marvelous reviews!!!
And for all those people out there: head the Rating!!! Okay? Lately, there are rumors around here, that ff.net is going to forbid lemons. Is this true? If it is, I suggest they should look at their own rating system. Last time I checked, you could still write mild lemons using the R-rating... Anyway, I don't want to get involved into this, but there seem to be people out there, trying to catch other authors writing lemons and then reporting them. Pathetic, isn't it? Well, enjoy the chapter!!
Out of Control
Chapter 6
He led her through numerous corridors and hallways. Guards lined the walls, saluting their Prince. And all of them wore knowing grins. Undoubtedly they had heard about what had happened in the throne room. She felt their leering eyes and heard their muttered approvals. The urge to flee was almost too strong to contain, but she didn't give in. It would be a very stupid thing to try anything here. And the firm hold on her arm was relentless; she didn't want another broken arm. But would she have a better chance in his private chambers? Because they were certainly heading for those.
Did she have a chance at all?
No... Whispered her logical sense to her. Fear constricted her throat
But what choice did that leave her? Give in? Could she? But how? Could she actually give up the control over her own body? The control over her own *mind*? That was what she feared the most about the Prince; the influence he, perhaps unconsciously perhaps not, had over her thoughts. He was invading her mind, scrambling up her usually very ordered trains of thought. Why? How? This was so very different from what she had lived through before now. He wanted things from her the Arthrods would have never asked, well, commanded, from her.
She wanted that relatively safe life back. The predictability back. Her friend back.
They stopped in front of a large entrance. The double doors were decorated with what she started to recognize as the Royal Crest of the House of Vegeta. It was guarded by two bulky Saiyans. They bowed deeply before their Prince.
"Congratulations, Sir!" One said. His black hair tumbled down to reach his calves. The other had considerably shorted hair but it was just as unkempt looking as his fellow Saiyan. As he straightened, he gave them a grin.
"We had almost given up hope, Sir."
"Radditz, Kakarott," The Prince acknowledged them. Both saluted.
"So... Did anything of importance happen in my absence?"
"Nothing really important, Sir. There are some developments in the Crolyn System, but I guess you were already informed about it." The one called Radditz stated briefly.
"Yes, I've been informed... I hope you've taken some advantage of my absence. I am expecting to see some improvements in the gym. Tomorrow we'll spar."
"Yes Sir!" Both said, rather eager.
"But Your Highness... We request to accompany you again on your next mission. The palace is... boring!" Kakarott exclaimed.
"I bet it is. I'll think about it. Now, move!" The doors were thrown open and before Bulma had time to blink, she was inside and the doors were closed again.
Closed. No way out.
She stood there, a couple of steps into the large room. Frozen. What now? She felt his eyes on her. He was standing behind her, but she couldn't find the courage to turn around and face him. She just couldn't. She hung her head and let the feeling of inevitability and irrevocability wash over her. She wasn't getting out of this. Wouldn't she be better off accepting this?
He came closer. She felt his movements. His body heat engulfed her and started to weigh down on her. Suddenly his hand ran slowly through her hair. Not a sound was heard in the large room. Complete silence. She closed her eyes, but it didn't stop the helpless tears gliding down her cheeks.
His other hand came to lie on her shoulder. Now he should be able to feel the trembling and shaking of her body. His grip tightened painfully and her eyes flew open. Suddenly she was turned around. She found herself only a breath away from him.
"Tears... You're crying... And I haven't done anything yet." A menacing light shone in his eyes and his mouth had curved itself in a nasty sneer.
It was too much to bare for her. Panic gained control. She threw herself backwards, unmindful of his hand in her hair and the other on her shoulder. She couldn't breath being so near to him!
She was violently yanked back, and fell against his chest. He slid an arm around her waist and held her painfully tight against him.
"Let Me Go!" She cried out. She struggled, although she knew it was fruitless. She would do anything to get away from him.
"What?!" His voice had melted in a dangerously low growl.
"Please! Let me go! I can't... I don't... No!!" She exclaimed wildly. She tried to pry his arm of her waist and his hand out of her hair but to no avail.
"Please, what?! Let you go? No."
"Please! I can be something else! But not... this! No! I don't want to! Please don't do this to me!"
"Don't do, what?! To... sleep with you? You having my brats? You being my queen?!" The growl had increased in volume. That frightened her, but at the same time strengthened her resolve.
"No, please, I-I am just a slave! Nothing more!"
"Yes, you would rather stay a normal little slave, wouldn't you?!" he spat at her.
"Y-yes! Please, yes! I would rather stay a- a normal slave!" She said with more bravado than she actually felt. "I am actually quite good at that! I work hard and eat little, and I'm good with machinery; repair, maintenance." Eagerly she summed up her talents as a slave.
"Yes, you seem quite the clever little bitch! But I don't want you to do machinery work. I want you to do something else! And it doesn't include slave work! Yes, I *am* and will stay your master, and your only servitude will be for me! You are *mine*! Scared, aren't you," he taunted at her panicked expression.
"Well, I'll give you a choice. We can do this the easy, or-" he yanked her head back using the hand in her hair. She whimpered softly. His head loomed directly over hers and her throat was bared, vulnerable.
"-Or we can do this the hard way. You don't want the hard way. Trust me. And stop this pathetic whining. Stop trying me, because personally, I don't have anything against the hard way. I *like* the hard way." He hissed.
"So tell me, what's it going to be? Tell me." He lowered his head slightly, till his lips were brushing against the soft skin of her throat.
Tears continued to trickle down her cheeks, further down, over her throat. He licked at the salty liquid. His hand let go of her hair; it caressed her face and throat and traveled down her body. It cupped her breast and his thumb lazily stroked her nipple through the coarse fabric. She jerked in his hold and he didn't hide his sadistic pleasure at seeing her attempts to break free, to flee.
"Stop that wriggling; You're not going anywhere," he drawled. He was in total control of her. He let his hand wander down even lower, over her flat stomach, down to her hips and thighs. Her breathing hitched even more as he finally settled it over her core.
"Ah," he purred against her smooth skin, while he took in deep breaths to fully enjoy her scent, "I could make this quite pleasurable for you... Just tell me what you want; The easy... or the hard way. It *will* be one of them. There is no other choice, no other option. Choose now, or I will choose for you. What will it be, my girl?" He nibbled her flesh, finding the taste much to his liking.
Bulma couldn't get a word out. She felt like she was frozen, paralyzed. His choices were cruelties to her panic filled mind. Still, she had to choose...
"I-I... Please..." was all she could get past the lump in her throat.
"Please, what?" What has happened to your tongue? I remember you being more articulate earlier... This is quite pathetic. Now, come on. Tell me what you want!" he said mockingly, scaring her even further.
What could she do? "T-the e-easy way," she hiccuped, while she started to cry even harder, but still soundlessly.
"Now, was that so hard? Ssshh," he hushed her, as he bared his sharp canines against the skin of her throat. "The easy way it is, then."
He wasted no more time. He wanted her bad, and now he had gotten her to surrender, he had to have her now! He sank his teeth deep into her flesh, getting a strangled cry out of her. He lapped at the warm flow of blood. Delicious.
He picked her up and cradled her close He strode into the large bedroom and started to undress her. The unflattering overall was soon no more than rags on the floor. He took a step back to take in her naked form. She was... beautiful. There was no other word to describe her. Although he noticed her state of near malnourishment, and the scars that marred her pale skin, she was enchanting him with what he found the allure of an angel. She was like he pictured them; beautiful, innocent, soft, pure... She took his breath away.
She was looking away from him, her eyes fixed on the wall. Goosebumps spread over her body and she shivered, even though it wasn't cold in the room. Fear, he deduced; she was scared. Poor thing... He smirked.
He reached out a hand and she flinched away from his touch, but he would have none of it. He brought her back into his arms and as he molded her soft body to his own hard one, he buried his head into that mane of blue locks. Such an oddity among her kind, but it fitted her well.
His cheek brushed her and he felt the tears that were still sliding down. It bothered him in a sense but at least she wasn't actually whimpering or making other pitiful sounds. He brushed her hair away from her ear and nibbled on the small ear lobe. She froze and shivered, but made no move to get out of his arms. Good; she was learning.
He was placing wet, open-mouthed kisses on her throat and licked the still bleeding bite mark as he fed on her life-force. The tangy taste went directly to his head, making the hunger only stronger. His hands explored her body feverishly, caressing her breasts, which fitted perfectly in his hands. Gods, she was driving him wild. He cupped her buttocks and lifted her up, so he could have access to her upper body. While he was kissing and licking her left breast, he walked towards the bed and settled her on it. He started to divest himself from his armor and spandex uniform, and he felt her gaze on him.
He looked up from his clothes and right into her eyes. They held each other's eyes, as he got rid of the last pieces of clothing. Her eyes... fear was still in them, but also resignation and... curiosity? He was not sure...
He stood before her silent form on his bed and he couldn't get enough of just looking at her. His tail uncoilded from his waist, and was now swinging lazily behind him, but he paid it no mind. He was drawn in by the sight of her laying on his bed. Every secret of her body now laid bare before him. Hunger to possess; the simple need for her, had long since clouded his mind, and his more primal urges were controlling him. Maybe he should be bothered or concerned that she had the power to try his control, but somehow... It gave him a sense of freedom...
He sought her eyes again, and while he drew her in by the fathomless black pits, he crawled over her body, enjoying the feel of skin sliding over skin, her pliant body against his unrelenting one. The warmth of her made him shudder with pleasure and her powerful scent urged him on.
He held her eyes trapped by his as he spread her legs and his tail wrapped itself around one of her quivering thighs, and drew it even further apart. His eyes sucked hers in, as he stroked her soft folds. That got a startled gasp out of her, but still no sign of any struggle. Her eyes grew larger as he stroked her. He smiled at her look of wonder. She would never have thought something like this could exist... And he was determined to take advantage of her state of wonderment. The fear was slightly pushed back by the new feelings she was experiencing, but the wariness still hadn't disappeared. She was a smart one, to be cautious of him.
The smell of arousal, *her* arousal, sweet and heady, filled the air, and made him loose control even further. He intensified his efforts to get her where he wanted her; to the point where the pleasure would make her forget her fear and ... and to have her writhing underneath him. Because she would. Writhing and wanting and pleading... Her soft gasps were filling his ears, and her back arched unconsciously, to get closer. Closer to him.
As he plunged on finger into her, she came apart in his arms.
He drank her face in, full with wonderment, pleasure and confusement. She didn't understand what just happened...
It had made her forget her fear, her resignation; it had made her forget *him*. He took advantage of her unguardedness and he brought her hips closer to his. To feel her so close... He took his time and slid slowly in her, aware of her tensing and rising fear. But he didn't give a damn right now. She felt far too good. Warm, soft, tight.
He broke through her virginity, and settled himself into her to the hilt. For someone so small and tight, he was surprised she could take him all. He purred at the onslaught of feelings rushing over him, and his tail tightened around her thigh, expressing his delight.
Her breathing was erratic, and she looked at him, with questioning eyes. She opened her mouth as to say something, but he put a finger on her lips before she could say anything at all.
"Sssh..." He hushed her. He didn't want to hear anything right now. He didn't want anything to break this strange sort of tranquillity he had found. He didn't want to hear her protests or accusations. He wanted her to be just like her body was; inviting, warm, soothing... Never before had he- No, he would not dwell on stupid feelings. No, he just wanted to just feel this, without trying to analyze it... Just feel...
He didn't make sense to himself! To divert himself from the turmoil inside him, he brought his mouth to hers. He kissed her with the hunger he felt. Deep kisses, trying to suck her essence into him.
He lifted her hips somewhat, and started to slowly move into her. Her muffled gasp made him aware that it perhaps was too soon for her body, but he didn't care right now. After all, she was here for his pleasure. He didn't care about what she felt.
His tempo increased and his thrusts became deeper, rougher. She was clutching his shoulders, as she held on to him. Eyes still locked, as he became more and more frantic. But he sensed the lessening of her discomfort. She looked at him with those blue eyes full of curiousity. He knew he could make her feel something else than fear for him.
He angled his thrust somewhat different, and the effect was immediatley noticeable for her. She let out soft sighs, as he brushed along something... She couldn't really name it, but he was brushing something inside her that made her feel just like earlier... And when one of his hand reached down to touch her there... She moaned.
His hand was bruising her hip, and his thrusts were almost painful in their ferocity, but she didn't feel anything but these strange feelings of bliss... Again she was slowly reaching something...
Vegeta felt tremors running through his mate's body and knew she was close. Gone was all the pain and trepidation from her eyes; now a wild light shone in them, as she curled her arms around his broad back and her soft sighs and moans spoke clearly of her pleasure. And he was mighty pleased with that, for someone who claimed not to care for her pleasure...
He buried himself deep into her as she came, and the convulsions of her body drove him too over the edge. As the pleasure ran rampant through his body, making him grunt and moan, he didn't see anything but the deep blue of her eyes, luring him further in, deeper into his mate, deeper than he had intended to go...
Both were laying there, on the bed, panting and shaking. Bulma was only half-conscious, exhausted, as he drew the sheets over their bodies. He draped her compliant body over his; his tail possessively curled around her waist, as well as one of his arms. His other hand was tangled into her hair, and his left leg was wedged between hers. His possession of her was clear, but she for now didn't care...
She felt safe. Half-asleep, she wondered about it; how is it possible that she feared him yet, she felt safe in his arms? But he had promised to take it the easy way tonight, hadn't he? He had taken it easy; the pain hadn't been that bad. And he had done things to her... She had never known anything about this...
As sleep finally came for her, she completely relaxed, as she heard the Prince purring gently. Maybe it wouldn't be *that* bad after all...
Vegeta held the small female in his arms, and wondered where this feeling of peace came from. He didn't feel the urge to fight, to kill or to destroy now... Just... content to lay there...
He looked at her sleeping face, and knew not what to think of her, of this mating... His father had been wrong about so many things... He would never take his father's words as the truth again. But what if he were right? He couldn't be. Vegeta assured himself. He was above this.
This was just something else... Something he didn't want to think about, but didn't want to loose either.
He closed his eyes, willed his mind blank, and slept.
*****
So, what do you think? I'm not very good at writing lemons, but I try... So, any remarks, comments, questions... tell me.
A/N: So, here's the sixth chapter of Out of Control. Yes, there is a lemon in this chapter (guess that'll make all those reviewers happy ^_^), though I think/hope it's R-rated. You think not, tell me so. And thanks for all those marvelous reviews!!!
And for all those people out there: head the Rating!!! Okay? Lately, there are rumors around here, that ff.net is going to forbid lemons. Is this true? If it is, I suggest they should look at their own rating system. Last time I checked, you could still write mild lemons using the R-rating... Anyway, I don't want to get involved into this, but there seem to be people out there, trying to catch other authors writing lemons and then reporting them. Pathetic, isn't it? Well, enjoy the chapter!!
Out of Control
Chapter 6
He led her through numerous corridors and hallways. Guards lined the walls, saluting their Prince. And all of them wore knowing grins. Undoubtedly they had heard about what had happened in the throne room. She felt their leering eyes and heard their muttered approvals. The urge to flee was almost too strong to contain, but she didn't give in. It would be a very stupid thing to try anything here. And the firm hold on her arm was relentless; she didn't want another broken arm. But would she have a better chance in his private chambers? Because they were certainly heading for those.
Did she have a chance at all?
No... Whispered her logical sense to her. Fear constricted her throat
But what choice did that leave her? Give in? Could she? But how? Could she actually give up the control over her own body? The control over her own *mind*? That was what she feared the most about the Prince; the influence he, perhaps unconsciously perhaps not, had over her thoughts. He was invading her mind, scrambling up her usually very ordered trains of thought. Why? How? This was so very different from what she had lived through before now. He wanted things from her the Arthrods would have never asked, well, commanded, from her.
She wanted that relatively safe life back. The predictability back. Her friend back.
They stopped in front of a large entrance. The double doors were decorated with what she started to recognize as the Royal Crest of the House of Vegeta. It was guarded by two bulky Saiyans. They bowed deeply before their Prince.
"Congratulations, Sir!" One said. His black hair tumbled down to reach his calves. The other had considerably shorted hair but it was just as unkempt looking as his fellow Saiyan. As he straightened, he gave them a grin.
"We had almost given up hope, Sir."
"Radditz, Kakarott," The Prince acknowledged them. Both saluted.
"So... Did anything of importance happen in my absence?"
"Nothing really important, Sir. There are some developments in the Crolyn System, but I guess you were already informed about it." The one called Radditz stated briefly.
"Yes, I've been informed... I hope you've taken some advantage of my absence. I am expecting to see some improvements in the gym. Tomorrow we'll spar."
"Yes Sir!" Both said, rather eager.
"But Your Highness... We request to accompany you again on your next mission. The palace is... boring!" Kakarott exclaimed.
"I bet it is. I'll think about it. Now, move!" The doors were thrown open and before Bulma had time to blink, she was inside and the doors were closed again.
Closed. No way out.
She stood there, a couple of steps into the large room. Frozen. What now? She felt his eyes on her. He was standing behind her, but she couldn't find the courage to turn around and face him. She just couldn't. She hung her head and let the feeling of inevitability and irrevocability wash over her. She wasn't getting out of this. Wouldn't she be better off accepting this?
He came closer. She felt his movements. His body heat engulfed her and started to weigh down on her. Suddenly his hand ran slowly through her hair. Not a sound was heard in the large room. Complete silence. She closed her eyes, but it didn't stop the helpless tears gliding down her cheeks.
His other hand came to lie on her shoulder. Now he should be able to feel the trembling and shaking of her body. His grip tightened painfully and her eyes flew open. Suddenly she was turned around. She found herself only a breath away from him.
"Tears... You're crying... And I haven't done anything yet." A menacing light shone in his eyes and his mouth had curved itself in a nasty sneer.
It was too much to bare for her. Panic gained control. She threw herself backwards, unmindful of his hand in her hair and the other on her shoulder. She couldn't breath being so near to him!
She was violently yanked back, and fell against his chest. He slid an arm around her waist and held her painfully tight against him.
"Let Me Go!" She cried out. She struggled, although she knew it was fruitless. She would do anything to get away from him.
"What?!" His voice had melted in a dangerously low growl.
"Please! Let me go! I can't... I don't... No!!" She exclaimed wildly. She tried to pry his arm of her waist and his hand out of her hair but to no avail.
"Please, what?! Let you go? No."
"Please! I can be something else! But not... this! No! I don't want to! Please don't do this to me!"
"Don't do, what?! To... sleep with you? You having my brats? You being my queen?!" The growl had increased in volume. That frightened her, but at the same time strengthened her resolve.
"No, please, I-I am just a slave! Nothing more!"
"Yes, you would rather stay a normal little slave, wouldn't you?!" he spat at her.
"Y-yes! Please, yes! I would rather stay a- a normal slave!" She said with more bravado than she actually felt. "I am actually quite good at that! I work hard and eat little, and I'm good with machinery; repair, maintenance." Eagerly she summed up her talents as a slave.
"Yes, you seem quite the clever little bitch! But I don't want you to do machinery work. I want you to do something else! And it doesn't include slave work! Yes, I *am* and will stay your master, and your only servitude will be for me! You are *mine*! Scared, aren't you," he taunted at her panicked expression.
"Well, I'll give you a choice. We can do this the easy, or-" he yanked her head back using the hand in her hair. She whimpered softly. His head loomed directly over hers and her throat was bared, vulnerable.
"-Or we can do this the hard way. You don't want the hard way. Trust me. And stop this pathetic whining. Stop trying me, because personally, I don't have anything against the hard way. I *like* the hard way." He hissed.
"So tell me, what's it going to be? Tell me." He lowered his head slightly, till his lips were brushing against the soft skin of her throat.
Tears continued to trickle down her cheeks, further down, over her throat. He licked at the salty liquid. His hand let go of her hair; it caressed her face and throat and traveled down her body. It cupped her breast and his thumb lazily stroked her nipple through the coarse fabric. She jerked in his hold and he didn't hide his sadistic pleasure at seeing her attempts to break free, to flee.
"Stop that wriggling; You're not going anywhere," he drawled. He was in total control of her. He let his hand wander down even lower, over her flat stomach, down to her hips and thighs. Her breathing hitched even more as he finally settled it over her core.
"Ah," he purred against her smooth skin, while he took in deep breaths to fully enjoy her scent, "I could make this quite pleasurable for you... Just tell me what you want; The easy... or the hard way. It *will* be one of them. There is no other choice, no other option. Choose now, or I will choose for you. What will it be, my girl?" He nibbled her flesh, finding the taste much to his liking.
Bulma couldn't get a word out. She felt like she was frozen, paralyzed. His choices were cruelties to her panic filled mind. Still, she had to choose...
"I-I... Please..." was all she could get past the lump in her throat.
"Please, what?" What has happened to your tongue? I remember you being more articulate earlier... This is quite pathetic. Now, come on. Tell me what you want!" he said mockingly, scaring her even further.
What could she do? "T-the e-easy way," she hiccuped, while she started to cry even harder, but still soundlessly.
"Now, was that so hard? Ssshh," he hushed her, as he bared his sharp canines against the skin of her throat. "The easy way it is, then."
He wasted no more time. He wanted her bad, and now he had gotten her to surrender, he had to have her now! He sank his teeth deep into her flesh, getting a strangled cry out of her. He lapped at the warm flow of blood. Delicious.
He picked her up and cradled her close He strode into the large bedroom and started to undress her. The unflattering overall was soon no more than rags on the floor. He took a step back to take in her naked form. She was... beautiful. There was no other word to describe her. Although he noticed her state of near malnourishment, and the scars that marred her pale skin, she was enchanting him with what he found the allure of an angel. She was like he pictured them; beautiful, innocent, soft, pure... She took his breath away.
She was looking away from him, her eyes fixed on the wall. Goosebumps spread over her body and she shivered, even though it wasn't cold in the room. Fear, he deduced; she was scared. Poor thing... He smirked.
He reached out a hand and she flinched away from his touch, but he would have none of it. He brought her back into his arms and as he molded her soft body to his own hard one, he buried his head into that mane of blue locks. Such an oddity among her kind, but it fitted her well.
His cheek brushed her and he felt the tears that were still sliding down. It bothered him in a sense but at least she wasn't actually whimpering or making other pitiful sounds. He brushed her hair away from her ear and nibbled on the small ear lobe. She froze and shivered, but made no move to get out of his arms. Good; she was learning.
He was placing wet, open-mouthed kisses on her throat and licked the still bleeding bite mark as he fed on her life-force. The tangy taste went directly to his head, making the hunger only stronger. His hands explored her body feverishly, caressing her breasts, which fitted perfectly in his hands. Gods, she was driving him wild. He cupped her buttocks and lifted her up, so he could have access to her upper body. While he was kissing and licking her left breast, he walked towards the bed and settled her on it. He started to divest himself from his armor and spandex uniform, and he felt her gaze on him.
He looked up from his clothes and right into her eyes. They held each other's eyes, as he got rid of the last pieces of clothing. Her eyes... fear was still in them, but also resignation and... curiosity? He was not sure...
He stood before her silent form on his bed and he couldn't get enough of just looking at her. His tail uncoilded from his waist, and was now swinging lazily behind him, but he paid it no mind. He was drawn in by the sight of her laying on his bed. Every secret of her body now laid bare before him. Hunger to possess; the simple need for her, had long since clouded his mind, and his more primal urges were controlling him. Maybe he should be bothered or concerned that she had the power to try his control, but somehow... It gave him a sense of freedom...
He sought her eyes again, and while he drew her in by the fathomless black pits, he crawled over her body, enjoying the feel of skin sliding over skin, her pliant body against his unrelenting one. The warmth of her made him shudder with pleasure and her powerful scent urged him on.
He held her eyes trapped by his as he spread her legs and his tail wrapped itself around one of her quivering thighs, and drew it even further apart. His eyes sucked hers in, as he stroked her soft folds. That got a startled gasp out of her, but still no sign of any struggle. Her eyes grew larger as he stroked her. He smiled at her look of wonder. She would never have thought something like this could exist... And he was determined to take advantage of her state of wonderment. The fear was slightly pushed back by the new feelings she was experiencing, but the wariness still hadn't disappeared. She was a smart one, to be cautious of him.
The smell of arousal, *her* arousal, sweet and heady, filled the air, and made him loose control even further. He intensified his efforts to get her where he wanted her; to the point where the pleasure would make her forget her fear and ... and to have her writhing underneath him. Because she would. Writhing and wanting and pleading... Her soft gasps were filling his ears, and her back arched unconsciously, to get closer. Closer to him.
As he plunged on finger into her, she came apart in his arms.
He drank her face in, full with wonderment, pleasure and confusement. She didn't understand what just happened...
It had made her forget her fear, her resignation; it had made her forget *him*. He took advantage of her unguardedness and he brought her hips closer to his. To feel her so close... He took his time and slid slowly in her, aware of her tensing and rising fear. But he didn't give a damn right now. She felt far too good. Warm, soft, tight.
He broke through her virginity, and settled himself into her to the hilt. For someone so small and tight, he was surprised she could take him all. He purred at the onslaught of feelings rushing over him, and his tail tightened around her thigh, expressing his delight.
Her breathing was erratic, and she looked at him, with questioning eyes. She opened her mouth as to say something, but he put a finger on her lips before she could say anything at all.
"Sssh..." He hushed her. He didn't want to hear anything right now. He didn't want anything to break this strange sort of tranquillity he had found. He didn't want to hear her protests or accusations. He wanted her to be just like her body was; inviting, warm, soothing... Never before had he- No, he would not dwell on stupid feelings. No, he just wanted to just feel this, without trying to analyze it... Just feel...
He didn't make sense to himself! To divert himself from the turmoil inside him, he brought his mouth to hers. He kissed her with the hunger he felt. Deep kisses, trying to suck her essence into him.
He lifted her hips somewhat, and started to slowly move into her. Her muffled gasp made him aware that it perhaps was too soon for her body, but he didn't care right now. After all, she was here for his pleasure. He didn't care about what she felt.
His tempo increased and his thrusts became deeper, rougher. She was clutching his shoulders, as she held on to him. Eyes still locked, as he became more and more frantic. But he sensed the lessening of her discomfort. She looked at him with those blue eyes full of curiousity. He knew he could make her feel something else than fear for him.
He angled his thrust somewhat different, and the effect was immediatley noticeable for her. She let out soft sighs, as he brushed along something... She couldn't really name it, but he was brushing something inside her that made her feel just like earlier... And when one of his hand reached down to touch her there... She moaned.
His hand was bruising her hip, and his thrusts were almost painful in their ferocity, but she didn't feel anything but these strange feelings of bliss... Again she was slowly reaching something...
Vegeta felt tremors running through his mate's body and knew she was close. Gone was all the pain and trepidation from her eyes; now a wild light shone in them, as she curled her arms around his broad back and her soft sighs and moans spoke clearly of her pleasure. And he was mighty pleased with that, for someone who claimed not to care for her pleasure...
He buried himself deep into her as she came, and the convulsions of her body drove him too over the edge. As the pleasure ran rampant through his body, making him grunt and moan, he didn't see anything but the deep blue of her eyes, luring him further in, deeper into his mate, deeper than he had intended to go...
Both were laying there, on the bed, panting and shaking. Bulma was only half-conscious, exhausted, as he drew the sheets over their bodies. He draped her compliant body over his; his tail possessively curled around her waist, as well as one of his arms. His other hand was tangled into her hair, and his left leg was wedged between hers. His possession of her was clear, but she for now didn't care...
She felt safe. Half-asleep, she wondered about it; how is it possible that she feared him yet, she felt safe in his arms? But he had promised to take it the easy way tonight, hadn't he? He had taken it easy; the pain hadn't been that bad. And he had done things to her... She had never known anything about this...
As sleep finally came for her, she completely relaxed, as she heard the Prince purring gently. Maybe it wouldn't be *that* bad after all...
Vegeta held the small female in his arms, and wondered where this feeling of peace came from. He didn't feel the urge to fight, to kill or to destroy now... Just... content to lay there...
He looked at her sleeping face, and knew not what to think of her, of this mating... His father had been wrong about so many things... He would never take his father's words as the truth again. But what if he were right? He couldn't be. Vegeta assured himself. He was above this.
This was just something else... Something he didn't want to think about, but didn't want to loose either.
He closed his eyes, willed his mind blank, and slept.
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So, what do you think? I'm not very good at writing lemons, but I try... So, any remarks, comments, questions... tell me.