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CHAPTER 1
The night is quiet tonight. The full moon is raised high in the sky, illuminating everything throughout the streets. I sit in my bedroom, mindlessly watching Dragon Ball reruns. I do not know how many baskets I have wasted with tissues and lotion from just a single show. My body runs on autopilot most days. Work, home, food and pleasure from my hand. It is hard not too. My mind runs off into the world inside my head, where I can do whatever I want; to whomever I want...where else would I want to be?
My day proceeded as normal before this. I went to work early, took a break for lunch. I pulled up clips of the show through the many seasons and let the stress of the work day slip away. Before I knew it break was over, and I spent the remaining of the shift going through the motions.
After work I had to head to the gym, like I do after every shift to burn off the stress and anger from a hard day. My body drifted through my routine one auto-pilot, while my mind stayed wandering the memories of the show. Various characters frequently visited in my daydreams.. But mostly just the women I grew attached too through the years. It's hard not too, when dating in real life seems to drag on with women who couldn't even compare.
I made my way home through the usual route. Nothing particularly interesting or unexpected happened. The drive was actually unusually barren, hardly any other cars on the road or people walking the streets. It didn't strike me as odd till I laid my head down for the night.
Turning off the lights for the night and crawling into my bed, my eyes flutter shut to the daydreams of the Dragon Ball Universe. Meeting all the heroes, meeting all the women… I chase the dream into my mind and drift asleep. A car beeps outside and wakes me briefly, but I soon return to slumber.
I dreamt of bright colors and stars shattering into galaxies.
Throughout the night I felt the need to wake, but I couldn't bring myself too. My body felt so heavy and content to stay wherever I was. The colors were so vivid and detailed, I wonder if this was what people call lucid dreaming.
I shifted through various arcs, my memory hazy to the details but the emotions were there. I felt like a spectator through history, recording the adventures from another world. My mind drifted often to the edges of the scene, looking for something new and exciting to add to the collection; but alas, this is a television show and I can only view what I am meant too.
The hours pass through the night and I start to get the feeling I should awaken. The dreams are a comfort, but I know I've been asleep too long. My body feels too heavy. My eyelids fight me as I try to open them. For a brief moment I wonder if I am still dreaming. Is being awake the actual dream? A voice in my head laughs at me. I know better, but I can't help but cling to hopeful miracles.
"Do you think he's dead?" A voice said quietly, within hearing distance. I furrowed my brow in confusion. I do not remember leaving my window open. I also do not remember inviting friends so early in the morning.
"Uh… I unno Krillin!" A cheerful voice replied. I hear the shuffling of several pairs of feet. My mind slowly rises to alertness, goosebumps scattering across my back.
"Shouldn't we check?!" Krillin whispered fiercely. I hear muttering like a mad-man.
"His heart rate is normal," a womanly voice offered, and my eyes shoot open as I recognized the tone.
Android 18 was staring right at me, her eyes striking blue.
"Uhhhh," I supplied, blinking continuously at characters from my favorite tv show. Android 18 wears her signature look, open jean-jacket, with a black tank and striped long sleeve undershirt in black and white. She pairs her tops with a jean skirt and a simple pair of black leggings.
"You okay bud?" Goku offered, crouching down to my level. "...you look a little out of it," I stare at Goku's orange training outfit in disbelief.
"Go..ku?" I mumble, staring at the saiyan. Everyone seemed to jump in surprise.
"Oh. You know my name?" Goku replies with a smile. His black spiky hair bounces when he talks.
"I- what in the world," I mutter looking around at my location. I appear to be in the middle of a forest, tall trees overshadowing to keep out the sun.
"Where…" I didn't finish the sentence.
"You don't remember how you got here?" Krillin asks, moving to crouch down in front of me next to Goku. "...maybe we should take him to Bulma?"
I stare at Krillin with wide eyes, he wears a casual white tee and ripped jeans. His bald head is near blinding in person.
"His bodily functions seem fine, nothing is damaged or in distress," Android 18 comments, arms crossed over her chest. I notice a sudden blue aura surrounding her entire body, and my abdomen clenches in need with a wildfire bursting through my veins.
What the hell?
I mean it's not exactly… unusual; but given the circumstance…
What the hell?!
"Well he seems spooked," Goku states, waving a hand in front of my face.
"I…" I begin, unsure if I should tell them that I'm not from this world. That they are characters in a series that is decades long. That I know the majority of their life stories and adventures, some of which they don't really know about each other.
I… probably shouldn't, right?
"His energy feels...off," Android 18 states, crouching down besides her husband.
"I was gonna say the same thing!" Goku laughs loudly from his chest.
"Where ya from, friend?" Krillin asks me, a tilt of his head.
"Well…" I hesitate, debating with myself. "...I'm not exactly sure what you guys would call it,"
"You mean like another planet?!" Goku yells, excited.
"I mean...sort of?" My voice trails off, contemplating. "...in my world, you guys are like… popular? Your tournaments are broadcasted and stuff,"
It sounds plausible in my head.
"Oh really? That's cool," Krillin laughs. "...You're popular all over huh Goku?"
"Well I am pretty strong," Goku replies. The saiyan turns to me after. "...So did you just appear here or something?"
"Yeah," I admit. "...I just woke up here with you. I don't even have a backpack or anything…" I look around at my surroundings to find any trace of my room, but there's just sticks and leaves.
"Well, that's not good…" Krillin trails off, looking at his wife. "...How about-"
"No," Android 18 replies immediately. Goku laughs in response.
"I'm sure Bulma will put you up for a little while. Why don't we head over there?" Goku says, standing up and patting his pants. "...Vegeta looks scary, but I promise he won't hurt you….probably,"
"Yeah?" I reply, laughing. I stand to dust myself off. I know all too well Vegeta could snap me in half if he was in the mood. No hesitation.
"Yeah! Probably!" Krillin chuckles too.
It takes quite a while to get to the city by walking. I feel guilty, but there isn't really anything I can do since I can not fly. We pass by a lot of people along the way, though the blue aura still only remains on Android 18. I wonder briefly what it means. Every time I look at her it's like a jolt of hormones burst through my body. I wonder if they notice how my body reacts, and choose not to comment on it. She has to notice right? She is an Android after all.
"Does the city look like yours?" Krillin asks suddenly, breaking me from my thoughts.
"Uhm… sort of, but not really. Your buildings are much more… round I guess? A lot more unique designs. Ours is just big rectangles basically,"
"Rectangles?" 18 questions, a curiosity in her voice. "...That doesn't seem productive. The wind would crash right into the side inside of going around,"
"Well yeah it does," I laugh. "...We construct it so the buildings are flexible enough to move slightly to help withstand strong winds. Like tornados and stuff,"
"Your buildings move?" Goku snaps, excited. "..That must be so cool to be at the top,"
"Well we don't really feel them move…"
"Aw, lame!" Goku replies with a laugh.
"Do you think Bulma will be home?" Krillin ponders out loud, as her house comes in view in the distance.
"I don't know why she wouldn't be," Goku responds with honesty. "...she doesn't have much to do these days,"
"Wouldn't that be a reason to not be home?" Krillin chuckles. "...If my kid left the nest I'd be out exploring again. Going out to dinner. That kinda stuff,"
"Vegeta doesn't strike me as... going to dinner every night, type of guy," I jump in.
"Oh you know Vegeta too?" Goku questions with a friendly tone.
"Yeah. He seems really strong," I offer back in earnest.
"Yeah he is…" Krillin trails off before continuing. "...but he can be an asshat, that's for sure," Goku laughs loudly in response to his friend. My ears catch a faint giggle from Android 18 that makes my heart face.
It isn't very long till we make the distance to the house. Goku and Krillin go inside first, asking me to stay while they talk to Bulma. The silence between Android 18 and I is awkward to say the least. I make a point to look around at my surroundings, memorizing what I can and identifying what I can remember. My feet shift constantly, nervousness flowing through my veins like a jittery energy drink. I swallow the building anxiety and voice my question to one of my favorite women in the show.
"Is there a reason you have a blue aura around you?" I ask suddenly, without thinking. I glance at the woman, but quickly turn away when she is glaring full force at me.
"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean. Maybe you sense energies differently than we do? Do Goku and Krillin have these auras you speak of?" Her tone is calm and friendly, direct contrast to her resting face.
"Nope," I quickly reply, stuffing my hands in my pockets. The longer she talks the more blood I can hear rushing through my ears.
"Interesting," She replies. I do not get a chance to respond before the duo arrives back, followed by Bulma behind them.
"Nice to meet you!" The blue haired woman says loudly, hand extended. Her short hair swipes against her face slightly. "...I'm Bulma. My husband Vegeta isn't around but he'll be back soon. He'll be the one that looks like a huge asshole with big spiky black hair,"
Krillin busts out laughing behind her, holding his stomach.
"Awesome," I laugh back at her. My hand locks with hers, and the blue light surrounding her is overwhelming. "...Thank you for taking care of me,"
"It's no problem!" Bulma says happily. "...I've housed more than my fair share of people from other planets. Come on inside! I'll make some coffee," Bulma wears a red dress, a yellow bandana tied around her neck.
"We actually have to go Bulma, Chi-Chi is gonna kill me if I miss dinner again," Goku grumbles slightly, tilting his head to the side with a pained expression.
"Yeah...but hey if Vegeta is too much of an asshole, you come find us okay kid? Bulma will tell you how to get there," Krillin states, rubbing the back of his head.
"Yeah they don't live that far away. Just a little outside the city. That is if Goku doesn't find you first!" Bulma laughs loudly. "...he is always flying over the area,"
"Yeah yeah…" Goku trails off, walking away from the house with a wave. Krillin and Android 18 follow close behind, offering their own waves of goodbye. I'm left with Bulma, who's glowing brighter by the second.
"Alright! Follow me!" The woman yells, giving me a wink as she walks inside her home. I watch her golden ears sway when she walks, my eyes drift downwards over her body till I'm staring at the way her hips shift with each step.
A quick tour shows me where I'll be sleeping, as well as all the other rooms I'm allowed to go in. She mentions a couple that are off limits. I also can not help but notice their bedroom shares a wall with mine; my mind is already thinking about the coming night. I can only imagine what their bedroom life is like off screen. Making our way back to the kitchen, she pauses to turn to me.
"Annnnd that's pretty much it! Help yourself to the kitchen if you get hungry, and let me know if you can think of anything you might want. I'll give you a couple days to get settled and we can go start looking for jobs and figuring out how to get you back home. That's your goal right?"
"Yeah, ultimately," I reply. I have to look away from her face when an overwhelming urge to bed her over the counter burst to the front of my mind.
Why is my body acting so...starved?
"Great!" Bulma responds.
The rest of the day goes by pretty uneventful. I get glimpses of Vegeta, who seems to avoid me like the plague- not that I mind. I know how short his temper can be. I walk through the house to spot a vast assortment of pictures. They range from Bulma and Goku as kids to current pictures of her with Trunks- fully grown. A small girl appears in some of the pictures, an exact replica of Bulma herself. There's various pictures of friends. I spot a group photo of a bunch of women together, and the blue aura surrounds them through the whole photo.
"We are pretty hot, I must admit," Bulma breaks my concentration, coming to stand next to me.
"Sorry," I start. "...I didn't mean to like… stare like a creep ha ha,"
"You're okay, don't even worry about it," Bulma laughs. "...We were so young then. Any guy would have stopped to watch us go," She stares off into the picture for a moment, adjusting it on the wall before patting me on the shoulder and walking away.
"Unfortunately for you, we are all married off now. Lemme know if you have any questions though!"
Before the long night has fallen, I've showered and slid into bed.
Thinking about the day I just had, I briefly wonder what happens when I fall asleep. Will I return to my own world? Will this all have just been a dream? I do not think it's a dream. Everything is too real. Too bright. Every time I close my eyes the blue aura appears in my mind, like it's haunting me. I've been sporting a constant half-boner the whole day as a result. I can not help and think that they have to be connected. Being transported into this world is weird in itself, but being the only one who can see this blue aura surrounding certain women… has to be another weird thing. What's the chance the weird things aren't the result of each other?
Sleep eventually claims me. It's restless at first. I toss and turn from being uncomfortable. My mind keeps replaying Android 18 and Bulma in my mind on repeat. When I manage to finally stay asleep for more than thirty minutes, a blue fog overcomes my dream and leaves an ache in my groin.
"18!" Bulma moans, tied down to a table. Her arms are stretched and clasped above her head. Legs spread and held down in place in the opposite corners; a metal bar between them held in place by soft black anklets. She is naked from head to toe, sweat glistening on her body as she arches off the table. An orgasm is tearing through her like a freight train, cum squirting onto the table and soaking through the wood.
"Adorable," 18 laughs, holding the vibrator cruelly at her clit. "...Let's go for another," Bulma whines loudly in response. 18 is dressed in tight spandex, glued to every curve of her body. There's an opening where her breast hangs for display, and a small slit between her legs.
"No more 18! I can not take it, please," Bulma begs, shaking as the next orgasm vibrates through her whole being. A scream tears from her lips as her legs quivers against the binds.
"Not quite little pet, I have a surprise for you," Android 18 laughs.
The androids' hands run down Bulma's body, pressing and squeezing at her breasts till the blue haired woman arcs off the table. With every arch my cock swells in size, heavy between my legs. The Android pinches and pulls harshly at Bulma's nipples… alternating from her teeth and tongue to her fingertips and nails. The vibrator on Bulma's clit never moves, never fades in power. Every couple minutes a hoarse scream is pulled from Bulma's lungs. Another orgasm squirting onto the table, dripping to the floor in quiet droplets.
I watch with bated breath as Android 18 slowly makes her way downwards. Her kisses are light and teasing, blond strands of hair creating a curtain for the sides of her face. I know when the Android tongue lazily strikes home, because Bulma shouts in near hysteria.
"Please 18! Please, I can't take it anymore. I can'TT" her voice trails into a scream, eyes rolling back as broken words escape her lips with gasping breaths.
"Punishment is meant to be taken, not negotiated," Android 18 says cryptically.
All of a sudden I appear in the dream, naked as the day I was born. My body moves on its own, listening to commands without doubt or reason. Android 18 orders me between Bulma's legs, and I notice small blue tendrils grab at her ankle, breaking the bonds and pulling her to me closely. My cock stands at attention, the tip swollen and angry; pre-cum dripping down my shaft.
"Your punishment tonight is to be ravaged by the beast. Do you have any last words?" Android 18 walks around to the back of Bulma, standing behind her head, pulling her legs towards her so the knees rest beside Bulma's head.
I look down to a blurry sight, barely able to make out the outline of her severely swollen and puffy cunt. My cock jumps in excited as I obey my commands, lining up to Bulma and striking hard into her cavern. I feel the rush in my veins, a scream vibrating in my ears. My eyes wander from the sight of us joining, did I cum from just one thrust? Her impossibly hot pussy is convulsing around me. Cum squirts from our joining, the warmth oozes down my shaft and onto my balls. I can hear myself choking on moans. My cock continues to plunge. I have no control of it. Bulma stretches around it, filled to brim each time.
"Bigger," Android 18 is in my ears, commanding.
"FUCK-" I hear myself yell, a low groan bursting form my lungs. I watch with wide eyes as my cock swells inside of her, nearly double in size. The pace does not ease, does not slow. The walls of her slick cunt choke my cock impossibly tight. My mind can't process the constant stream of her moans. Each thrust savagely forces another orgasm through her overstuffed pussy. Each thrust drags the tip of my cock against her warm ridges deep in her cunt. My mind is foggy and empty except for the sight of us joined.
"BIGGER," Android 18 demands, her yell sending a shockwave of pleasure clenching in my abdomen. My vision blurs slightly as I watch my cock expand again. Bulma doesn't stop cumming anymore. Her body is limp and trembling.
My eyes shoot to 18's face, and I spot another version of myself fucking her from behind. The other me has his face buried in her neck, blue tendrils appearing from his back that he uses to stuff every hole he can wiggle in. When Android 18 goes to demand again, he stuffs a thick blue tendril down her throat.
Beside me I spot more tendrils, varying thickness. They slither all over Bulma's body, finding home tugging on her nipples and thrusting into her ass. My body convulses and shivers when thin tendrils wrap around my cock, making ridges to thrust into her with. My eyes refuse to leave the sight of my cock destroying her sloppy pussy.
"So fucking good so fuckking good," I mutter constantly, desperately chasing my realease. My thrusts are bottoming out inside of her, I can see the bulge in her lower abdomen. I want to fill her with cum in till she is stuffed and full to capacity.
"-ar—s" Bulma's muted moans meet my ears through the haze.
My eyes wander to her face. Bulma's eyes are rolled back and she opens her mouth to moan again. The table breaks underneath her but I catch her body easily. The tendrils support her fully. My cock never stops its brutal pace destroying her cunt.
I desperately wait to hear my name spill from her lips.
"Vegeta!" Bulma screams, a constant thump from their headboard hitting the wall.
My eyes shoot open, disappointment settling in my bones.
This has to be the hundredth time I've heard her tonight. I can not decide if I'm upset or happy about it. The way my cock uncomfortably strains against my briefs, I'd have to say I'm happy. However, this is the fourth time I've been woken up from sleep tonight… and the amount of pre-cum drenching at the front of my brief is borderline embarrassing.
"Fucking slut," is Vegetas reply, muffled by the thickness of the wall.
At this point, sleep isn't going to happen- so I might as well join in the fun.
Pulling myself from the confines of my briefs, I palm my now fully erect black cock in my hand. It's warm, frustrated; one pump and the groan that leaves my lips vibrates through my body. I can hear the slapping of skin through the walls. Each smack echoes in my mind as I pictured myself destroying Bulma in just the same way. I feel hot all over. Like I'm burning a fever. Suffering in a sauna. Sweat drips down from my forehead and I subconsciously wipe it with my other hand. It feels like I'm stroking for eternity. Each pass over the base of my cock, I try to cup my balls, hoping for that burst of momentum to push me towards the final edge- but nothing is working.
Just a string of unfinished orgasms and frustrated curses.
The dream is still heavy in my mind, a foggy sex fantasy that has vividly taken fuel from my teleporting into this world. My dreams have become based in reality. Fictional characters tangible and available for me to interact with. It bring new fuel to my dreams, a new heat… a more sufferable desire.
How long can I ignore it?
"Fuck! Fill me up Vegeta please, I want to feel you cum inside me!" Bulma whines loudly. I can hear cracking sounds of wood, and I assume it's vegeta gripping the headboard in earnest.
"Fuck!" I yell in time with the Saiyan, my cock jerking in my hand from how harshly I continue pumping.
"You're fucking mine," Vegeta yells, followed by a scream from Bulma as the rocking quiets. I'm still pumping furiously, but cum is refusing to come out. No edge is coming. When I glance at the clock, I realize over an hour has passed; and my orgasm has still yet to reach me.
A frustrated growl leaves my chest.
Throwing in the towel, especially now that I didn't have great audio from next door to listen to; I angrily roll over and throw a pillow over my face. My mind drifts to the moment I met Bulma, a weird blue surrounding her body that no one else seemed to notice. What did it mean? Why did so many of the women there have it? Why am I so fucking horny all the damn time?
Sleep eventually came against all odds of my sex drive.
-/-
"Good morning!" Bulma called to me as I entered her kitchen. It was definitely early morning, I barely slept at all. When I looked at Bulma however, her bags under her eyes were much bigger than mine- and not in a good way. She wore tight short jean shorts and a sleeveless turtleneck.
"Good morning. How are you doing today Bulma?" I ask politely, hiding my yawn behind my hand. I sit down at the kitchen high-top, and watch as she struts around the kitchen in her short jean shorts. I feel a twitch between my legs and mentally groan.
It's gonna be a long day.
"I'm… alright," Bulma says with a sigh, her smile fading and quickly coming back up in place.
"You don't sound too alright," I offer back. I watch her place some eggs on a plate, already filled with toast and bacon. She picks up the plate to place it in front of me, another sigh escaping her. It's hard to pay attention when I'm staring at her bright red lips.
"I'm just having a tough morning. Vegeta is being… well Vegeta,"
"I'm not sure I know what that means," I lie, taking a bite of eggs. I think about my words for a moment before taking a chance.
"...I mean, you guys sounded pretty cool last night…"
"Oh my god!" Bulma yells, dropping the pan in the sink she was rinsing. She blushes lightly but quickly glares at me. Always the Tsundere.
"I...I'm sorry I know the walls are thin," She says instead, surprising me. "...I didn't mean to keep you awake,"
"It's cool. What can I expect living with a married couple?" I chuckle good naturedly.
"Well you see...we just.." Bulma starts, turning around to stare at the dishes again. "...We haven't been very compatible in the bedroom lately,"
"What?" I reply, astonished. Fork half-way to my mouth. The dream flashes in my mind and I feel my heart begin to race.
"I mean!" Bulma back-tracks. "...We are good in the bedroom! Don't get me wrong. But sometimes Vegeta is just so… loving. Too loving almost,"
"I don't follow," I say, tilting my head in confusion.
That does not sound like Vegeta at all.
"Vegeta won't be rough with me," Bulma admits quietly, before gaining confidence. "...Vegeta refuses to use any sort of force with me! I'm not a doll! I won't break!"
"Hell yeah you won't," I admit, taking a bite of toast. "...Vegeta doesn't know how good he has it. I'd fuck the shit outta you,"
Bulma turns to stare at me with a dark blush that reaches her ears; and I realize, that was probably weird to say to someone you just met.
"I-I mean...you know, you're attractive, anyone can see that?" I try to ease over with, but the sparkle in her eye has my pants tightening. Can she hear me panting for air?
Bulma's eyes follow over my well muscled body, particularly on my biceps; and I can read her mind from over here. The blue glow around her brightens to an almost blinding level, and the urge to bend her over and destroy her is overriding my senses.
Standing and walking over to the blued-haired vixen, I place my hands on either side of her against the counter. When she looks up at me with mischievous eyes, I know I've hit the jackpot.
"You want me to fuck that cute little pussy of yours?" I ask, my voice dropping to an octave I didn't even know it could do. It was like my body went on auto pilot, and I was here for the best ride of my life.
"I- I… well uhm," Bulma's confidences fold overs, as she blushes and stutters up at me from under my dark gaze. My hands grab her shirt and rip it directly down the middle. Underneath lay her lace covered breast, cute pink nipples already hardened to a point. Bringing a hand up, I roughly grab at her tits. They feel warm and heavy in my hands, and I can tell that my body's senses are heightening. Rubbing my thumbs over her rock hard nipples, her back arches into my touch and she moans quietly.
"Yeah?" I tease her. "...You like the rough lace? Feels good when I force it over your nipple, right?" I pinch and drag both her nipples far out, letting go to watch her breasts bounce. Bulma whines loudly like a bitch in heat but refuses to ask for my cock.
That just will not do.
Smacking her tits harshly, I grab her by the hair and throw her towards the counter. When she turns to look at me over her shoulder, I push her down. My breakfast clatters to the floor in a mess.
"Wait-" she begins to beg, but I land a swift smack on her jean-clothed ass.
"Why?" I reply. I force her jeans down, forcing her knees to be locked into the standing position. All that is left is a red g-string. Gripping the string, I pull it back to let it strike harshly against her ass and the lips of her pussy. She moans loudly in response, and I know she is loving every second.
"Why?" I demand, again.
"Because-" Bulma starts, pushing her ass back against my waiting hand. "...I-I'm married,"
"So? It's not your fault he can't fuck you right," I laugh, ripping off her g-string. Her gasps make my cock twitch violently in my pants. Looking down at her pussy, it's dripping down her thighs.
"Look at you," I start, pushing a finger slowly past her folds to pinch her clit. "...You got fucked last night and you're still starving for cock. How can he leave you like this?"
I tease her slowly, moving my finger back and forth through her lips to pinch her clit and just barely press against the opening of her tight hole. Every pass through her wet lips she shivers and adjusts; moving her hips to try and force my finger more inside of her. When my tongue comes down to lick at her tight ass, curses rush from her mouth.
"Oh fuck…" Bulma begins, her hands tightening on the countertop. "...Oh god Marcos,"
I smack her ass harshly, clawing my nails down it before using the hand to pull her cheek to the side. I drive her crazy teasing her, licking and pushing slowly through the lips of her pussy. I fondle at her clit until I feel her body shaking, and back away. I can hear her yelling in frustration, slamming her fists down on the counter.
"God fucking damnit Marcos!" She yells, her voice breaking. It's then I decided to completely destroy her resolve.
I push a slick finger into her weeping cunt, and at the same time push a long finger into her ass. Her hips rise off the table along with her head, as she lets out a throaty and long moan.
"You fucking love that don't you?"
"Marcos I-" Bulma begins, breathless. But I do not give her the chance. I start pumping in and out of her, harshly. I can hear the wetness with each thrust. Each push forces her whole body to move, rubbing her clit against the counter and her nipples against the lace fabric or her bra. It takes only a moment for her needy cunt to constrict around my finger. I completely abandon her body right before she climaxes.
"Marcos!" She screams, slamming her firsts down on the table. I laugh loudly at her, pulling my cock out and aligning it to her slick cunt.
"You know what to do Bul-ma~" I tease her, just barely pressing the tip of my cock against her opening.
"Marcos, I- look," Bulma starts, trying to meet me in the middle.
"Nah uh ah," I reply, gripping her hair and yanking her up as much as she can go. I can feel her contract tightly against my cock.
"Beg Bulma," I state, my voice leaving no room for argument.
"Please!" She quickly replies.
"Please?...what," is my counter, bracing my other hand on her hip.
"God… just..please fuck me Marcos. Just fuck me already," Bulma finally gives in. My cock fully sheathes inside her at record speed. I feel an intense pleasure all over my body- taking control. In the next moment I'm drilling into her, holding nothing back.
"Fuck Marcos FUCK," Bulma screams, reaching for anything to help ground her. "...oh my gOD Marcos… Your cock is… oh god,"
"Big? Yeah," I grunt. I let go of her hair to spread her cheeks, loving the way her ass clenches with each thrust. "...It's thick enough to split this pretty pussy in two. You'd love that wouldn't you?"
"Yes!" Bulma moans, laying flat against the countertop.
I feel her already convulsing around my cock, and I drill in deep to hit the spougey wetness of her g-spot. Pulling her flush against me, I reach around to slap her clit hard. The next moment she is squirting, and I'm rubbing her clit as hard as I can to keep her going. Her screams are deafening in my ears, but I feel a sensation pulsing through my entire body as my orgasm hits like a freight train. I slam her onto the ground, mounting her. Plunging my cock inside her wet cunt, I see stars as I finally fall off the edge.
"do not cum inside," She moans out, even though she is slamming her ass back at me as hard as she can.
"You are gonna take every single. fucking. drop." I harshly reply, smashing her by her hair against the floor. My cum shoots inside her and paints her walls in thick ropes. I can tell she feels it as her eyes widen dramatically and a deep moan rips from her throat.
"Oh FUCK" She screams as another orgasm tears through her. "...oh fuck your cum! Your fucking cum is…" she stutters, eyes rolling back. I continue to grind until every drop is done, and even then- my erection is still hard.
But her blue glow has dimmed immensely.
Pulling myself from her warmth, I stare at the solution right in the ass. Literally. I feel my body move on its own as it palms and grips the plush rear in earnest appreciation. I push against the opening of her ass. With my hand still in her hair, I use my other hand between her shoulder blades to completely dominate her form.
It's then that I see Vegeta's feet appear.
He crouches down in front of us, and our eyes lock.
"Sup?" I say casually, too far gone to be ashamed. I push my rigid cock into her ass, still meeting eye contact. When Vegeta's jaw tightens I slam into her, without restraint. Bulma screams in delight, unaware her husband is squatted down in front of her.
"I guess this is what you mean by rough," Vegeta states angrily. Bulma's eyes widen in realization, but her third orgasm is already tearing through her.
"Wait VegetA! OH GOD-" Bulma cries as the wave of pleasure humiliates her in front of her husband. I continue to slam into her tight ass, grunting and moaning my satisfaction without care.
"Sit her up," Vegeta demands coldly. I pull Bulma up by her hair so she is on her elbows. The look in Vegeta's eyes is one I know all too well.
"Open your mouth," The saiyan prince demands. Bulma goes to ask why, but Vegeta has already shoved his cock down her throat. I can see the ridges expand on her neck, and I feel envious.
"You wanna be a whore, you get treated like one," The Saiyan hisses out in earnest. One of his hands holds her throat straight while the other cups the back of her head, forcing her to take all of him.
It's suffice to say that what follows is the complete and under destruction of Bulma. I pound into her mercilessly, drilling into her so hard I can feel her back trembling. Vegeta is ruthless with his cock, giving her no time to breath or beg for forgiveness. It isn't long until I feel my orgasm washing over me, and for a brief second I wonder If I should ask before I finish inside her...again.
"do not pull out," Vegeta supplies for me. "...A whore is only good for cum," Bulma clenches around me after that, and I make sure to drill each wave of my orgasm deep into her ass with each splutter of my cum. Vegeta follows shortly after. The sounds of Bulma gagging and choking make me groan loudly. Cum dribbling down from her mouth. When I pull out, I can see the mess I made with her as well. Every hole of hers is gushing with cum. Bulma collapses to the ground, panting heavily with no words. It's only then I realize the destruction I've left behind. All the scratches and just blooming bruises. Her hair is in knots. Her face has dried tears and drool.
My erection has finally ended though, and the blue aura has completely dissipated.
"Get the fuck out of my house, before I kill you," Vegeta states lowly, staring at his wife with a hand on his face.
I do not need to be told twice.