Bulma sharply inhaled, unsure of what to expect. It had been years since anyone had actually gone down on her. And had she ever had someone this passionate in her bed? Definitely not until tonight.

Vegeta pulled her underwear down further past her knees, and she lifted her legs so he could pull them off. The little clips from the garter belt may have snapped, but she wasn't paying any attention. Her eyes were only on the chiseled warrior between her legs.

She gasped a little when he brought his face right up to her, inhaling and growling softly. This man was more animal than anything else, sometimes. She felt sweat start to bead up on her face.

The anticipation was killing her.

His face was right at her small patch of pubic hair, and he looked up to meet her eyes. Even with his face obscured by her body, she could sense his smirk.

She finally dared herself to speak. "Eat up, Prince."

He growled loudly at this command, and his tongue immediately dove between her swollen lips. She couldn't help but brazenly moan as his thick, strong tongue worked its way up and down, drinking her up and pushing inside her. Was even his tongue larger than average?!

"Fuck," she whimpered, gripping her sheets.

He slowed his pace, deliberately making more languid motions inside her. She was completely slick; she felt herself throbbing.

Vegeta slowed to the point of stopping, his tongue still. She whined, bucking her hips onto his face.

"Should I treat you the way you treated me today, you vulgar woman?"

She peered down to see his smile, his face slick from her wetness. She made a frustrated sound. The sweat trickled down her back and between her breasts.

"Maybe your Prince will show you mercy…"

His head dropped back down between her legs, and he immediately sought out her clit. She cried out at the shock of it, unprepared for the contact.

His tongue was merciless: he relentlessly swirled and swiped around her clit, sucking it until she thought she could scream. Maybe she was screaming. It was hard to tell.

Without warning, she felt two firm fingers diving in and exploring her throbbing walls. She clenched down on him by sheer instinct alone. She was so close, she was right on the edge. It felt like lightning was shooting through her.

Vegeta started to keep pace, thrusting his fingers up inside her over and over with his ferocious tongue working her clit.

"Fuck! Vegeta-"

He hummed on her clitoris, and she was suddenly tumbling off the edge, sparks flying through her mind. She felt like her soul was leaving her body as he sucked on her and pumped her over and over wildly. There was no end in sight.

She realized, she wasn't sure how many moments later, that she was panting for air, her throat practically raw from whatever sounds she had been making. Her thighs were clamped around the saiyan's head. She let them fall limp to either side, trying to regain her breath. Her hair was pasted to her forehead and back.

"Kami, Vegeta…" she managed to get out. She opened her eyes to see him grinning at her in that predatory way she was learning to fucking love. Her stomach flipped.

"Dessert was delicious," he told her, crawling up the bed to get closer. "But I think I want seconds."

She was sure she must have misheard him.

"Vegeta, I've never felt anything that intense before, I need a minute-"

"Time's up."

In a single blur of motion, he fell down onto the bed, simultaneously lifting her up. She squealed as he easily raised her above him, and she swore all the blood in her body must have gone to her face as she blushed.

"What are you doing?!"

He had raised her up and sat her down right on his face. Her thighs were around either ear.

"Go on then, woman," he said, grabbing her ass and pushing her down toward his face. "Give me my dessert."

He started thrusting her downward right onto his hot mouth, his tongue easily gliding between her lips once more.

She clenched again, and he groaned into her, causing a slight vibrating sensation to course through her. She stifled a cry. He gave her ass a quick slap, and she lost it.

She ground against his face, losing all control of her senses. All that existed was her pleasure: his wet tongue strongly pushing against her clit, his muffled sounds while she rode him. This was fucking heaven.

He reached up and palmed one of her breasts and she cried out. She wasn't expecting it, but it caused her to jump slightly. Vegeta used that moment to take a deep breath before slamming her body right back down onto him.

Bulma bounced up and down, grinding down onto his mouth, no thoughts in her mind but chasing that release she had just experienced. He followed her sporadic pace, licking her with abandon. She felt herself on that edge once again, desperate for that feeling. She needed it. She needed it so fucking bad.

"I…I-"

He made another muffled sound from beneath her.

"I'm…close," she managed to choke out. She was trembling.

He mumbled an affirmative before seizing her nipple between his fingertips and giving it a good pinch. She cried out, bucking her hips against his face, as he gave her ass a hard slap. The jolt hurt a bit but it felt fantastic.

Bulma broke.

Right there, she deteriorated, screaming as she came hard right onto his face. She ground up and down, smothering his chin, his mouth, his nose, feeling only wet, hot stimulation and the fingers gripping her nipple.

Finally, she felt her muscles relax, and she looked down to see him staring up at her with that burning look in his eyes.

"Oops- sorry!" she giggled, swinging one leg out from over him and nearly tumbling over. Her muscles felt tight and sore, and she lay down next to him. "That was…unreal."

She met his gaze to see that look still smoldering in his onyx eyes. "W-what…?" she stammered out, suddenly nervous to be under that stare.

"You don't think we're done yet, do you?"

Before she could answer, he was back between her legs again. This man could not be real.

"Vegeta, I don't think I can take any more-"

"You're going to have to, Bulma," he growled at her. Her insides fluttered. He rarely used her name, and when he did like this… "You told me you can take the heat. This is nothing."

He dove back into her, his tongue lapping between her lips like it was his salvation.

She felt almost sore, like she was overstimulated. "Ve-Vegeta, I-"

He grabbed her by the hips, lifting her ass off the bed and her pussy up closer into his face. He paused for a moment. "Do you still trust me?"

Bulma was taken aback. But she nodded fervently.

"Good. Now shut up and let me eat."

He immediately drove her to the end of her sanity, she felt like she was unraveling before him. He lifted a hand off her hip and she lost a little support. She looked down to see-

"Vegeta, what the fuck?!"

He was building a tiny orb of energy on the tips of his fingers. He pulled his mouth away from her for a brief moment, giving her his trademark smirk. "You said you trust me."

Before she could respond he shoved the two fingers inside her and hooked his mouth back onto her clit in one easy motion. The energy from his ki surged and buzzed inside her. She choked on her saliva and arched her back, her body surging toward him. "Ah…ah…ahh!" Bulma lost it before she could realize what was happening to her. Her hands gripped the back of his head to anchor her to him. She came over and over and over again, with every electrical zap inside her, every erratic thrust of his fingers, every lap of his tongue, she was falling. She screamed and convulsed, every movement she made further grinding herself against him.

After an eternity, she finally lost all tension in her body and collapsed down onto the bed, the agonizing bliss of his ki-coated fingers ceasing.

Vegeta pulled his fingers out from inside her and laid down next to her. She stared at her ceiling, unsure of how to describe what just happened to her. It was like an out of body experience. She couldn't tell if she just had one long, ten minute orgasm, or maybe 6 consecutive orgasms…

She found the energy to turn to face him. His mouth was wet, his expression blank.

"Serious question- are you a god or something?"

"No, just a Saiyan," he smirked. "Ready for more?"

Her jaw dropped in surprise, and he took that as an opportunity to attack her with his mouth once again. He tasted like her, and she moaned out when his tongue filled up her mouth. She swiped back with hers, but he was a man possessed, unable to simply spar with her: he had to dominate.

Bulma's breathing was ragged again: his tongue felt so great in her mouth. And it felt great on her pussy. She couldn't handle it anymore.

"Vegeta-" she gasped, mouth searching for air.

"Hn?"

She opened her eyes to see him looking heavy-lidded with arousal.

"I am really going to need you to fuck me."

A groaning sound rumbled out from his chest. "Woman, you said-"

"I know what I said, and I don't fucking care right now." She watched him, waiting for an answer. "You can just…pull out."

"Pull what?" He arched an eyebrow.

"You know…pull out," she vaguely motioned with her hands. He shook his head in confusion. "Ugh! Do I have to spell everything out for you?"

She rolled over on her side to better face him and hiked a leg over his hip. "I want you to fuck me. And when you're about to cum, I want you to take your cock out and cum all over my body. No bit stays inside. Got it?"

He seemed to be choking on air as she rubbed her wetness against his hard dick.

"Surely the Prince of all Saiyans can do that, right?"

Vegeta laughed mirthlessly. It was a little scary when he laughed like that. Like someone had just challenged him to arm wrestling. Or an eating contest.

"Gods above, you are a vulgar woman."

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