A/N: I always hate those writer messages where a fanfiction writer apologizes for schedule slip and makes empty promises to do better. And know I'm the one doing it. I won't pretend I have any great excuse. Mostly writers block and my rather sporadic attention span. For some reason I had a lot of trouble with this chapter, with my mind wandering going through a lot of different versions. How different? One version included mermaids, Pie Pie to be exact, and another included Red Ribbon soldiers fighting monsters on a deserted island for some reason. None of which justifies the delay and I only mention it because if the quality of this chapter is below my standard, to the extent I can be said to have standards, that's why and I apologize for it. But enough gloomy talk. Takashi's conquest of the girls of HOTD continues apace, also I think he's learning martial arts or something from that Roshi guy, and we get his first, full lemon scene. Hopefully it doesn't fall too flat.
"The Takagi's are a proud linage. One of rulers and generals. One that asks much out of each of us." Yuriko Takagi.
Grinning, Takashi leaned pressing forward the palms of his hands flattened against the rough, uneven rock face of the boulder. A huge, brown stone Master Roshi had singled out months ago on their first day of training. Easily half again as tall as Takashi it rose like a small mountain before him. Pushing against it the stone scraping it against the soft, grassy field. Dirt piling up collecting along the edges as it slowly, slowly moved. Something he wouldn't have imagined when he first arrived.
Definitely wasn't the same boy he'd been all that time ago. His already athletic frame starting to fill out beneath his orange and blue Gi with hard, sinewy muscle. To say nothing of what Roshi's training had done to his stamina, he thought with a wolfish smile. He knew Saya certainly approved of the changes. His days spent delivering milk and plowing fields until his back ached and his hands were tough and blistered. Then the afternoons spent practicing grappling and blocking with the aged but surprisingly nimble Turtle Hermit. And the evenings were entirely Saya's.
The two of them slipping away to explore the island stealing away to some secluded spot where the two of them would strip down. Takashi's calloused hands roaming down over her body as he pulled her against him. His lips finding hers in embrace as they tumbled together-Takashi forcefully stopping where his thoughts were leading. Precious blood being diverted from his brain to elsewhere in his anatomy.
In front of him the stone groaned steadily moving digging a shallow trench of loose and torn earth beneath it as it did. Running on its hind legs a small lizard-like creature scampered into view from the undergrowth snatching a hovering insect from the air. A distant, smaller cousin to the scaly bruiser who'd nearly made a meal out of him and Master Roshi that one time. Staring up at Takashi quizzically as it lazily munched on its snack. Watching as he pushed the boulder towards a large, black "X" painted into the clearing.
Standing under the shade of a palm tree swaying the ocean's salty breeze Saya watched him as well. Rosy tint appearing on her cheeks as she nibbled on her lower lip. Gaze lowering to the front of his Gi and the growing bulge there. Tracing along the contours of the hidden beast vanishing down the inside of his pant's leg.
The Pinketter herself dazzlingly attired. A far too small button-up shirt stretched and knotted just underneath her giant boobs. Sideboob spilling out from under or push up bubbling above. Pushed out in all directions by the constricting, white fabric. The slightest motion threatening to set them bouncing free in an explosion of tit-flesh and torn material. Underneath which she wore only the skimpiest red bikini. Strings running behind her neck and back holding it in place. Red triangle poking out from underneath her taunt shirt just barely covering each round, pink disc of her areola. The thin, nearly see-through material sliding slightly as she moved shifting around on her jiggling breasts showing off glimpses of the pink underneath.
Wearing a pair of black microshorts over her all too brief bikini bottoms. Not that Takashi was complaining or Master Roshi for that matter. The Old Hermit sitting perched on top of the boulder his legs folded underneath him. His ever-present staff resting across his lap In his hand he held a long stemmed pipe leisurely blowing white rings into the sky above them.
"That's it. Only a little farther." He said turning his head to look at the nearing "X" mark.
Lingering on Saya as he turned his head back around. Peering over the rims of his sunglasses with a lecherous smile from beneath his frost-white beard. Her large, white melons reflected in their dark lenses. One to each filling the entire frame. Wobbling in short, undulating waves trying to slip out from underneath her restrictive shirt. Boob-flesh seeping out enveloping around the straining knot.
"Might be easier…without this tortoise shell." Takashi suggested looking up at his mentor.
Like him he wore a purple shell strapped over his back. Now up to a full hundred pounds rather than the "mere" fifty beginner's shell he'd started with at the start of the summer's training. Weighing him down and compounding the growing pain in his side and shortness of breath tightening in his chest. Takashi crying out as, removing his knotted walking stick from his lap, Roshi bonked him in the head.
"Then it wouldn't be training, now would it?" The martial arts master scolded him. "Back when I trained him the Ox-king pushed pebbles twice as big and I never heard any complaining."
Elbow taking the place of his missing hand Takashi rubbing at the swelling bump beneath his spiky, black hair. Still pushing the rock the mounds of dirt growing around. Giving the Turtle Hermit a smart look.
"That's because he was as big as a house!" Saya chimed in with her usual sarcastic tone.
During one of their many days alone as the others trained Turtle had shown her a scrapbook with such gems among others as a very young master Roshi with a full head of hair. A bratty looking teen girl with purple hair at his side, the two appeared to have been arguing when the photograph had been taken. More recent ones showed a now aged and decrepit Turtle Hermit photographed proudly with his two prized-and before Takashi perhaps only-students. Turtle helpfully pointing out the hulking, boyish giant was the Ox-king. Matter of factly pointing out the photograph was taken before the giant had even had his "growth spurt".
Saya folding her arms underneath her breasts pushing them up even farther. Globes squishing, mushrooming out as they rose over the edge of her tiny shirt. Frazzled knot stretching further out as it started to unravel squeezing her wobbling tits together in all too enticing display. Deepening her valley of cleavage. All proving too much for Kamesennin. Head tilting back as he stuffed a hand trying to cover and stop the crimson shower of blood shooting out turning his head away from the erupting boobies.
"That's not the important part! I'm trying to motivate him-gah!" He managed to shout.
Foolishly glancing back at Saya and her weaponized cleavage getting a second geyser of blood for his trouble. Takashi and Saya glancing at each other. Becoming increasingly worried "Baldy" would suffer from an iron deficiency if this continued much longer. Roshi holding a hand underneath his dripping nose as he dug out strips of rags stuffing them into his nostrils.
Muttering under his breath about "kids these days…" as he wobbled on top of his stony seat. Taking a moment to realize it wasn't just from blood loss as the stone suddenly lurched. Feeling his straining student's energy spike below him. Muscles bulging out it seemed even the tips of Takashi's hair lifted up moved by a swirling wind which only touched him. Saya imagining she even saw a flickering hint of an aura build around him. The side of the boulder cracking, splitting apart and crumbling where he pressed against. A fissured crack appearing crawling in a meandering way up towards Master Roshi. Who shifted to one side of his widening apart perch.
The tiny dino letting out a panicked squawk at the sudden rush of air as the breaking boulder was propelled forward. Dropping the remains of his lunch as he turned darting back as fast as his little legs could carry him. The last sight of him vanishing behind a fern back into the safe recluse of the island's jungle.
The boulder skidding, skipping up off the ground as it sailed well past the mark on the ground before coming down. Giving a long, groaning creak before the two halves split apart from the freshly cleaved stone. Falling to either side with a thud on the ground. Roshi hanging comically suspended in the air for a moment before flailing wildly for purchase. Grabbing at one of the falling halves and summersaulting off of it to land with a spryness belied by his age. Twirling his cane around effortlessly before planting it into the side of the dug up earth leaning the weight of his gnarled body atop it.
The Turtle Hermit looking in wonder and no small amount of pride at the demolished stone. Sheepishly grinning as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Well…maybe that was too much motivating." Roshi said impressed.
Having initially taken the young man as a student out of sympathy, as well as getting more chances to be around his curvy friend of course, but increasingly was seeing his true potential. Silently giving small thanks to benevolent Kami that fate had brought him to his doorstep rather than Shen's. Fearing to what degree his old rival could twist the kind-hearted boy.
Taking the straps of his tortoise shell off Takashi threw it aside, the shell sticking into the ground as he rubbed the kinks in his back. A silly, boyish grin on his face as Saya ran up to congratulate him. His eyes, as were Roshi's, drawing to her chest. First one tit rising up then the other with each step bouncing up and down. Almost hypnotic.
"How was that?" Takashi asked her triumphantly.
Feeling energized and amazed at meeting the challenge Kamesennin had made for him. Representing the completion of his arc of this part of his training. More than that the power he'd felt there at the end, if just for a moment had been exhilarating. Like electricity coursing through his blood.
Saya putting an arm around him as she stood up on her tip toes kissing him sweetly if a little chaste on the cheek but with the promise of more later. Feeling her giant boobs squish rubbing up against him as she did it.
"That give you a clue, stupid?" She said playfully.
Her hand held to his chest running a loving finger across every contour and crevice of his hard muscle. Yes. She liked the results of his training regime. A lot.
Takashi's wrapping his own arm around the Pinkette's small waist. His strong, sinewy fingers spreading as they roamed running up her side giving her a light squeeze. Roshi looking on with approval and for once not for the obvious reasons. Or at least not completely.
"You did well but the hardest part of training is knowing when to stop, to rest and relax." Smirking as he eyed the two of them." Thankfully a problem I trust you don't suffer from."
Well aware of the "extracurricular exercises" Saya had been getting up too with his student while he was "napping". Content to respect the two's privacy as long as it didn't interfere with him training Takashi. The two of them nodding, blushing as they looked at each other.
"Through that isn't an excuse to quit with your training. Especially if you hope to compete in the 21st tournament next year." Roshi suggested hopefully.
Having high expectations of another of his pupil's fighting in that prestigious event as Gohan and the Ox-king had done before.
"It would be good training for you, competing against the strongest fighters the world over. Bacterian, King Choppa. I've even heard rumors the legendary Jacky Chung might make an appearance this year." Roshi tried to tempt Takashi.
Only to have the spiky-haired youth shake his head. Having no interest in such spectacles.
"But you can depend on me not to let you down. I won't stop trying to get stronger." Takashi said truthfully. "No matter what, I'll never stop."
Raising one clenched fist in the air, his brow furrowed. Remembering the red-eyed ghoul in a crimson-splattered alley. And the promise a small, shivering boy had made kneeling over the body of his father. No, he had no need for such games to complete his training.
Feeling Saya's hand encircle his own as she gently squeezed it giving him an understanding, reassuring look as he glanced at her. There were times, when they snuck away in the evening, he'd wake up in a cold, clammy sweat. Sometimes it would be her name he called out. Other times it would be someone else close to him. Regardless he would always be calmed by Saya's presence. Soft, sultry voice whispering in his ear as his hammer chest slowed and his breathing returned to normal. Resting his head on her shoulder or softer parts of her anatomy.
"Spoken like a true Samurai." A new voice said with approval.
Takashi turning to see a familiar lavender haired woman being led up the path from the house by Turtle. Yuriko Takagi. Saya's mother. Ever since he was little Takashi had thought she was one of the most beautiful women in the world. Admittedly his world was much smaller back then but that did nothing to topple her from his assessment. Looking, he now realized casting a appreciative eye to the woman beside him, nothing so much as a taller, more voluptuous version of her daughter.
The Purplenette dressed for a fashion show. A small, shoulder less red dress dipping low down in front. A dark, red-hued fabric like blood which clung like a second skin accentuating rather than concealing the contours of her heaving bosom which, if he was being honest, had filled more than one of his adolescent day-dreams. Rising overflowing over the edges of the clingy material.
A sash cut up her side to her hip showing off just as much of her smooth, creamy leg. Dress swishing, billowing as she walked with an exaggerated sway that was graceful as it was sensual. The eye drawn to her exposed thigh, the hint of her lacy black underwear not quite glimpsed beneath the peeling red fabric on her wiggling hip. The swell of her teardrop shaped breasts alternating sliding up and down in a teasingly drawn, slow manner. Pushing out with each breath like rising, fresh-baked dough that on the upbeat threatened to eclipse the cups of the material entirely.
"Momma!" Was Saya's enthusiastic outcry breaking from Takashi's side as she ran towards Yuriko.
Leaping up with a happy squeal into her mother's arms as the two embraced. Two pairs of some of the largest tits Takashi had seen in his life struggling squeezed between the two women in an erotic display. Saya's shifting, seeping out underneath as Yuriko's pushed to the sides. Rubbing up against each other until the older, slightly softer pair enveloped her daughter's. Bulging out around Saya's pressing globes.
Turtle bashfully raising one flipper to block it all granting the pair some privacy. Glaring with disapproval as Roshi howled with delight. The tiny, old man hopping delirious from foot to foot with joy. Two rivers of blood shooting out from his nose. His hastily made plugs no match against the tide.
"Master, remember you code!" Turtle whispered pointedly." Especially in front of guests!"
Moving his flipper discretely to cover his mouth as he pointed the other towards Saya's mother for emphasis. Lowering her daughter back to the earth she gave Saya a quick kiss to the cheek which the Pinkette tried to brush away, blushing.
"Besides, they're both much too young for you." Turtle added with disapproval folding his arms in front of him.
"Heh. Fine. Next centenarian with a swimsuit body I come across, I'll date. Until then…" Roshi dismissed pushing Turtle aside as he rushed over towards the two women.
Scooting in front of the elder Takagi as Yuriko smiled appreciatively down at the strange, little man her daughter had written to her about. Never doubting where his eyes were.
"You much be the Roshi I've heard so much about. I want to thank you for looking after my daughter for me." She said leaning down kissing the old man's cheek.
Slowly turning red, the corners of his mouth twitched curling up into a large grin as Yuriko drew away. Gusts of steam comically shooting out from his ears with a shrill whistle as he fell backwards with a happy cry. Landing in a blissfully delirious heap beside Turtle completely oblivious to everything in the world but the swirling cupids swarming over him.
"She kissed me!" He said quietly.
Staring up with glazed eyes past his fallen sunglasses. His splayed legs and arms twitching aimlessly.
"I don't know why I bother. He never listens." Turtle said shaking his head.
Putting her arms back around her, Saya hugged her mother looking up quizzically at her. An act which, due to their differences in height, ensured the Pinkette's face was nearly burrowed into the side of her mother's boob.
"But what are you doing here?" She asks.
The older Takagi tenderly brushing the girl's silky bangs from her face as she lovingly smiles at Saya.
"Does a mother need a reason to visit her daughter, after so long apart?" She asked sweetly.
Her grip around her daughter never loosening she turned her attention to the spikey-haired boy lingering back unsure of what to do. Afraid to impose through Yuriko's-no Mrs. Takagi's he corrected himself- smile put him at ease.
"Takashi…I barely recognize you've grown so much." The older woman said eyeing his new muscles appraisingly and with something else?
Vanishing nearly as quickly as it surfaced. Saya excitedly telling her mom everything that had happened since they'd been away. Including her run in with a certain turtle-loving bear. Busy telling her mom how he'd saved her when Yuriko changed the subject. Turning back to Master Roshi, still unconscious on the ground.
"Sounds like you've both been up to quite a lot. I'd almost wouldn't believe it." She said glancing at Turtle who sat Roshi up gently shaking trying to wake him up from his stupor.
If it was one thing Takashi knew about the serene Yuriko Takagi it was that she took everything in stride never letting it affect her reserved but not cold demeanor. Magnitudes different from the aura her equally unflappable husband projected.
"If you'll help me Takashi we can move him inside. And then maybe we can discuss everything you've gotten up to here on the island." She said with a coy smile placing emphasis on the word leaving little doubt as to her meaning.
Hot jets of water spraying out massaging his muscled torso, Takashi let out a deeply satisfied sigh cupping his hands as he raised them up. Splashing the warm, soothing water into his face as hair as he ran his hands through his unruly, spikey mess flattening it down.
Back at the Training house. His orange and blue Gi discarded on the floor rather hastily trying to scrub off the result of the day's activities from his body. The very last thing he wanted was to have a discussion between his girlfriend and her mother while he smelt like an old gym bag.
The small, utilitarian bathroom offering him time to think from Mrs. Takagi's unexpected visit. A small smile creeping into his face beneath his scrubbing hands. He was prepared to stand against the forces of darkness without hesitation. Whether it was the red-eyed demon from his nightmares or a certain mutated bear. Yet one mother had practically sent him cowering away.
Beads of water pounding down over his face and body. The heat creeping through soothing and loosening his tangled muscles. Becoming something of a ritual, after his afternoon training, to unwind with a long, steamy shower. Of course usually he could look forward to Saya sneaking in midway through to join him. The tender feel of her lips as she kissed his back and neck, slender arms folding underneath his running her fingers down along contours of his firm, hard pecs and flat, toned belly. Her breasts rubbing up against him, seeping out from the sides between them as she pressed up against him. Her hand traveling further south along his body.
At the thought, Takashi felt a surge of blood depart from his brain swelling the purple mushroom cap of his organ which steadily began to rise. Inflating pointing outward brushing against the faucet wall as Takashi reached a hand down to it trying to will it away. A soul-chilling image springing into his mind of trying to speak with Saya's mother. The front of his pants tented out by his fishing pole and tackle. A mortified look on the dream-Yuriko's face as panned her beautiful, aristocratic head downward. The front of his Gi pushed out pressing between the older woman's inner thighs.
His organ giving a small twitch as he felt it grow harder in his hands as he tried to will the thought of that image, and another of a naked Saya kneeling hungrily batting at his cock, from his mind. Biting at his bottom lip as he glanced at the door through the foggy shower curtain wondering if he had time to take matters into his own hands.
Master Roshi in his bed, still unconscious but with the biggest smile he'd ever seen on the old man. Well except for that time Saya's towel had slipped in front of him. Smile never leaving Kamesennin's face even as he bounced out the window hurled by Saya's punch. Interrupting Takashi's practice as he skidded past.
Turtle attending to their guest as best as a marine reptile could, Takashi guessed. Yuriko completely nonplussed being waited on by a talking sea turtle. As if it was the most natural event in the world. Saya keeping her company while they waited. The two girls chatting catching each other up on everything which happened over the last couple of months.
Finally deciding against it, reluctantly letting go of his throbbing organ. Instead hurrying to rinse and wash himself off. Lathering his chest with a bar of soap, Takashi heard the door open. A shadow passing across the shower screen as it closed behind them. The head of his pulsing cock stirring as he detected the unmistakable whiff of woman's perfume. Smiling with desire as he reached pulling the curtain back between them.
"You read my mind. But aren't you afraid of your mother catching us-"Takashi said sputtering to a stop to find Yuriko-damn it Mrs. Takagi- instead of Saya.
A certain playful smile on her face as she lifted her hair back reaching behind her neck. Red dress loosening falling down from around her body. His young, teenage eyes immediately drawn to her freeing globes. Hanging slightly lower on her chest than her daughter's giving them a more natural "tear-drop" shape. Yuriko's arms pressing into their sides squeezing them together making each appear even larger to him. Boob-flesh rising, pushing out and around her arms.
"No I'm not." She said letting her hair fall down.
Stepping into the shower with Takashi who, backing against the wall, immediately becoming aware how close their two naked bodies were trapped in the small confines. A blush of red creeping over his face trying rather ineffectively to cover his protruding manhood with one hand brushing against the older woman's silky skin as he did. The other inadvertently finding itself groping one fat boob as Yuriko leaned into him. Palm sinking into the front of her boob as his fingers reflexively contracted, kneading it. Rising, pushing out between his grasping fingers.
"Mrs. Takagi-wha-what are you-eep-"He squeaked pressed against the wall.
Yuriko forcing herself against him. Her other breast squished against his hard pec rubbing up against it as she leaned to whisper in his ear. Hard pebble of her nipple tracing along the lines and contours of his muscles. His straining organ caught against her flat abdomen only the flesh of his hand separating the sensitive tip from her. Sliding downward along her body, fingers of his hand slipping along the inside of her thigh. Hot, stinging beads of water hitting both of them washing down her body mixing with her natural arousal and wetness. Sensing the far greater heat radiating outward from between her legs.
"Yuriko please. Considering how close you've been and are to my daughter." She laughed nibbling on his ear, voice becoming huskier." Or do you prefer "Momma"?"
Enjoying his panicked, little expression his blush deepening. At his young innocence. Something her husband hadn't had in a very long time, if ever. She also enjoyed how his rod twitched with excitement at her question. Eyeing her daughter's choice with open approval.
"Y-yes Momma! I mean no, Yuriko-Mrs. Takagi! Takagi!" His face a bright red tomato now.
Babbling. Trying not to think of the curvaceous body pressing against him or the mere inches separating him from her yearning, willing sex. Fingers brushing against her swollen lips, a thin line of her sweet nectar running down from it.
"But we-I-you-can't! Saya…" He said desperately.
Trying to think of her, picturing her in his mind, to fight the yearnings of his body. Beautiful, sweet Saya in her bikini. The strings coming undone, tiny triangles sliding down on her giant boobs. Areoles peeking out from behind them…Not helping! He mentally chastised himself as Yuriko placed one finger to his lips silencing him.
"She understands a mother's duty. And her own. The Takagi's are a proud linage. One of rulers and generals. One that asks much out of each of us." She said." And I can't allow just any man steal my darling's heart. She deserves a man worthy of the pride, the ambition, she has set for herself.
Lowering her hand running it across his hard chest as she kissed him. Softly with a tender, almost refrained quality to it. Holding herself back. Fingers migrating running through the glistening beads of water collecting on his body as she moved across his hard abs, his flat stomach towards his muscular leg.
Laughing softly to herself as confusion warred with open arousal on Takashi's face. Struggling to prevail his young hormones surged as her hand brushed near the swollen, purple head of his cock.
"It's Darwinian, I know. But I need to know my daughter will be happy." Yuriko smirking as her hand found his biggest muscle, admiringly sliding up along his length." You've already proven you're are strong enough, both in mind and body, to protect my daughter. And we both see the leader in you. What I have to know is…can you fulfill the rest of a husband's duties?"
Looking down between them. Takashi's legs weakening slightly as her silky touch moved pushing his own hand away from the tip wrapping her palm around the mushrooming head. Dragging the tip of her nail across the slit pressing down.
"Oh my yes, this could satisfy a woman and then some." Looking down at his throbbing organ as she said that.
The loving grip of her hand, slowly moving up and down, coaxing the first bubbling of pre-cum from the tip. Her expression wanton, so far removed from the prim, aristocratic lady he knew. Surprising him, she stopped letting go letting his dick flop free again. A finger curling back up along his amazingly sculpted chest. Seeing his desire but also his pesky resistance, his lower brain warring against his better judgement. A fight he was destined to lose if she had any say about it.
Feeling her own arousal running down her leg mixing with the hot jets of water pulsating the two of them. Having been far too long since she'd been with one so young…so eager. Through she never doubted her husband's love for her there was a space between them she could never quite cross. Souichiro stoic almost to the point of being a curse both in battle and the bedroom. The complete opposite of the young man practically drooling over her just now. His raw enthusiasm and adoration washing over her in intoxicating waves.
Leaning back up against him. Her breasts against his body rising up between them like two quivering bowls of jello. Pushing up and to the sides as she rubbed them against him. Unsure which of them was enjoying that more.
"Just pretend I-I'm S-Saya. Do whatever you would do to her to m-me! "Yuriko biting her lip, face growing flushed, as his cock's head rubbed up against her.
Her sultry voice rising slightly, becoming more energetic as she mimicked a blushing schoolgirl. Not nearly asking as much as she'd thought she'd need to, feeling his prodding member press between her squeezing thighs.
"Come on Ta-kashi!" She said drawing his name out." Don't you want to fool around? Who knows when we'll get another chance?"
Rewarded as his hands slide around her on their own accord. Sliding down along her sides squeezing her shapely hips and waist. Fingers, rough and calloused, sliding on their own accord to encompass her large, heart-shaped booty. Lightly squeezing each cheek. Faintest red marks appearing across her pale, white skin.
Lifting her up, Yuriko's supple legs curling around his waist as he turned pressing her against the wall. His mouth against her throat nuzzling her neck and working his way down. Yuriko's hand reaching down guiding his throbbing organ inside of her. Swollen lips stretching to accommodate him as he pressed pinning her harder against the wall.
The rough, calloused fingers of his hand cupping one breast lifting it up on her chest as he kneaded and rolled it against his rough palm. His fingers catching and tweaking Yuriko's nipple. Which he noticed were larger and of a darker tint than Saya's.
Lifting one to his mouth. Undulating fingers kneading her fat, chubby girl between them. Surprised as he felt the first, sweat beads of liquid form on his tongue. Yuriko crying out as he hungrily tightened his grip. His tongue flicking her stiff, rosy-colored pebble around tugging on it as it squirted another, fresh stream into his lapping mouth.
"T-T-Takashi!" He heard her squeal, squirming under his grasp.
Breath coming out in short, desperate little pants as she rolled her hips pressing against him. The water from the showerhead beating down massaging her body. Biting at her lip as Takashi switched breasts mouth groping pulling her leaking nipple inside of it as he continued to fondle its sister. Strong, steely fingers sinking, creamy boob-flesh bulging out between them.
Back hitting against the wall, feeling him thrust inside of her. A hand still on her ass holding her pulling her on top of the massive object pushing into her. Turning red as he roughly squeezed. Crying out as she felt his teeth graze against the sensitive tip of her bud extracting more of her milk from it his tongue curling around catching every savory drop.
Looking down to see her lover's face buried into her boob, his eyes closed. Swollen tit pushing out enveloping his face as he rubbed it into it. Having flashbacks of her Souichiro in a similar position. When she'd first been pregnant with Saya, and long afterwards, her husband had been fascinated and beguiled by her milky breasts. Awakening to find her dressing gown pulled beneath and around then, her sleeping husband's face buried against her bosom. Lips still wrapped around one leaking nipple.
But lately, like intimacy in general, there seemed like there wasn't time. Her husband so driven fighting to protect everything the family's wealth and position, always striving to add more. Their time together filled with talk of plots and alliances, which of them were to their advantage and which weren't, viewing her as much his partner and ally rather than his wife. There were times she truly cherished the trust Souichiro reserved for her alone, a closeness that went beyond the physical. But right here, right now, wasn't one of those times.
Her voice still sounding surprisingly like a breathy schoolgirl as she cried out, so loud she was surprised the old pervert Roshi wasn't awakened. Grasping at her young lover's back, nails digging into the hard, bronze skin. Tracing long, red marks as she tilted her head back. Thighs tightening around his waist he gave one final jerk upwards plunging between her folds. A shower of molten magma erupting from his buried head, thick ropy strands coating her squeezing walls. Contracting, milking every drop from his pulsating organ. The two of them crying out, climaxing. Takashi slumping against the corner still supporting Yuriko's weight putting his other hand along her back just above the red, stinging cheeks of her booty. Looking up at her, his chin resting against one boob.
"Y-Yuriko…how was that?" He asked saying her name cautiously and with new found tenderness.
She smiled, her hand coming up running her fingers through his spiky, black hair. Defying gravity even matted and soaked with water. Cool lips pressing against his hot forehead as she kissed him.
"I think my daughter chose well." She said happily.
Squeezing her legs against him wiggling as she looked down at flaccid cock still wedged up against her. Coaxing the first signs of life back into it as it stirred.
"But I'll need a little more convincing before I'm positive." She challenged with a laugh.
One he was more than up for judging by his grin pulling her face down to his in a wet, sloppy kiss. Tongue rather enthusiastically pinning her own pink muscle in her mouth. The two giggling at what promised to be a long shower.
A/N: Well hopefully you liked it. And with this we kind of end the "prologue" portion of the story and can actual move on to the portion all of you are actually here for. Takashi killing zombies with superhuman abilities and scoring with a *ton* of hot chicks. Out of curiosity if you guys want to include Yuriko Takagi into Takashi's harem let me know in the comments and by all means if you feel like it please REVIEW! See you next time. Hopefully in two weeks rather than after another month plus absence! Fingers crossed. :)
Flo463: Thanks! I'm always worried I'm completely butchering all these characters so to hear you think I did Master Roshi justice means more than I can say. As for Takashi, I figured Goku/Gohan would be waaaay to overpowered for a zombie story. Through seeing a zombie futilely trying to chomp on Goku as he just looks confused would be hilarious.
WolfassassinKing: Thanks you. I hope you'll enjoy the next one!
Shadow Joestar: Glad your enjoying it. :)