When Dende slowly woke up, he realized night had fallen. A silver light came in from his window and cascaded over part of his bed. He shivered, feeling the solid weight still on him. He felt his length twitch as he remembered he was still inside this amazing creature. Something had happened. He, she, they could remember just enough fragments of their memory that they felt already like long lost lovers. Which they were, but it was as if they had known each other, more so than the friendship they had started out with. This was deeper, defying time and space. He knew her. His body was waking up to her call. He was struck with sudden inspiration and rolled to his side, still cradling her to him, his member hardening further at the movement. On their sides, Dende lifted her leg up and pulled it tighter around him, and so very, very slowly thrust into her. It was slow, hot, her body clutching at his own, pulling him further and further inside.
He studied her face while he kept up the steady pace, had it been luck that Gohan and Krillin saved him when he was young? Had it been luck when Goku came back for him to be Earth's guardian? Or was it fate? It had to be fate. Praise be to the Fates if so. He felt tears well up in his eyes. He never knew he could be this happy. He paused in his thrusts, watching Rose's sleeping face, so calm, and unstressed. No tears for her cases today. She didn't need to cry any more. If she did, he would dry her tears and help in any way that he could. He closed his eyes, feeling their connection. She was hot silk around him, still slick from their first union. He gave a shudder. He wanted it to last, but there were other things he wanted to try. His half of their soul called for him to try, before they left this room. He thrust into her again, deeply, slowly. Pausing as he thought about his soul's wants. He wanted to drink from her at the same time she drank from him. Hopefully she felt the same urge to do so.
His mind was a pleasant buzz as he just leisurely made love to his sleeping soul mate, watching her facial expressions, twitches, that smile. That beautiful smile that was on her lips. He leaned down to kiss those full lips. By the breath of the gods, she was beautiful.
Rose shivered in his embrace, her eyes still closed, her voice barely a breath, "Dende." Her body gently moved against his, accepting him as deeply as he wanted, her expression serene and content. She was conscious of their union again, not fully awake, but trusting. Lovin. Trusting him so completely that she didn't have to fully wake. Her movements were sleepy, sensually slow. "My love," she whispered, a soft smile on her lips.
Dende nuzzled at her cheek when she said his name. The way she said it, like a whisper on a gentle breeze. He kept his thrusts deep and slow, enjoying the slow aching build for release. He could feel her pleasure from this. She ached to be filled, to stay filled. Gods, he wanted her. It was more than the act of making love. He wanted their soul to transcend their bodies if only for a moment and make love on a whole new plane of existence. Melding and truly becoming one as they once were. He shuddered, coming within her as his pleasure washed over him like a sigh. Her body milked him again and he tightly held her close to him, not wanting his essence to leave her just yet.
Rose shivered again, her body clenching at Dende as she felt him come deep within her, the hot liquid pooling inside her. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at him. "Thank you, my love," she whispered. She didn't know what had come over her, speaking her love so freely to him. It was as if her soul was speaking for her. It was so strange, so otherworldly, and yet so right. She kissed him softly, passionately, her tongue sliding against his, his taste crisp and fresh like ice water from a spring. She could tell he wanted something. She wished she could read him as easily as he read her. She slowly broke the kiss. "What is it you want, love? You can tell me."
Dende shivered, resting his forehead against hers, his antenna twitching almost as if they were feeling around "So much, my beloved Rose. I have filled the cup and I wish to drink in your nectar. I want our souls to leave these bodies so we can make love and truly become one." Dende's speech was slightly different; it was their soul was speaking, memories and habits picked up over centuries wandering and lonely, pining for the other half until they were reunited in each life time. But then always crossing over alone and beginning the cycle again.
She nodded, her forehead still against his. "I want nothing more than to fulfill your every wish, my love. For it is my wish as well." She kissed him again, a little more forcefully this time. She would never deny him anything, for in doing so she denied herself and there was no logic in that. If he wished to drink from her, then she would do the same from him.
He moaned into the kiss, letting her be as forceful as she wanted to be for a moment before he broke the kiss and carefully slid back from her. His length slipped from her, but rapidly hardened again at the idea of what was to come. He rolled on to his back and looked at her, licking his lips. He ached to be back inside of her again. This merger wasn't done yet and he hoped they would be able to come back to themselves when it was finished. He looked at her, his eyes flickering down to her dripping sex. He lifted a finger and beckoned her over. He had to have a taste.
Rose moved over him, lowering her body to his face, moaning as his mouth quickly and thirstily captured her. She laid over his body, admiring his hard length before carefully wrapping her lips around it. She could taste him, could taste herself, a sweet mixture as she pulled more of him into her mouth, carefully and lovingly suckling him. Her tongue danced along his hot, hard flesh for a moment before she sucked again, smiling a bit as he raised his hips ever so slightly. She pressed further upon him, feeling him touch the back of her throat. And there was still several more delicious inches of him just waiting to be sucked. She sighed around him, relaxing, slowly pulling more of him into her mouth as he penetrated her throat. She moaned deeply and felt him shiver.
Dende purred deep in his throat as she suckled at him. The way she knew what to do, exactly where to press to make him go crazy with need. Not to be outdone, he tried his best to return the pleasures she gave him. He locked his mouth around her, slipping his tongue deeply into her slick folds, tasting himself and her. She was like ambrosia, nectar of the gods, so sweet, so good. He shivered as he suckled her and her their sweet essences poured forth into his eager mouth. He reached up and steadied her hips seconds before he pressed his face in closer and sucked hard, trying to draw out everything she had to offer, everything he had emptied into her body. He wanted it. All of it. His hips gave a jerk as that amazing tongue of hers twisted this way and that, poking at the very tip of his erection before she plunged down to swallow him whole. He had to control himself. He couldn't just thrust into her mouth wantonly, he didn't want to hurt her, but oh it was so tempting to drive his cock up into her hot, willing mouth.
Rose nearly screamed as she felt Dende's mouth suck at her body so deeply. Oh gods, his mouth was so hot and wet against the most intimate part of her body. Never before had she been touched by a man and now... Oh, divine bliss. She sensed his need for more, his holding back. Maybe she was starting to read him a little better than she thought. She moved her neck faster, capturing every last inch of him, sucking at him as hard as he suckled her. She buried her face against his body, swallowing, her throat pulling at him. Over and over she swallowed, her throat working over him, her tongue curling around him, wanting nothing more than to drink in every last drop of his essence, wondering what his pure essence would taste like as it exploded on her tongue.
Dende should have known she was reading his thoughts. Oh by the gods! What was she doing to him? Gone was the composed Guardian of Earth and here was this wanton creature wanting nothing more than to savor this woman. Love her. Protect her. Make love to her every day and night for the rest of their lives. He wasn't going to last long with her mouth on him like that. He went after her like a man dying of thirst. He pulled back slightly to find that little nub at the head of her folds and he took it between his teeth and teased it with his tongue. She buckled against him. He felt his release coming and his thrusts became erratic as he thrust once, twice more before he came with a shuddering sigh, spilling his hot seed across her tongue
Rose thirstily swallowed him down, sucking, sucking, sucking for all she was worth. She wanted him. ALL of him. She cried out as he tormented her with his teeth and his tongue, the most exquisite orgasm washing over her entire being. She tensed and shook, screaming out as more of his essence flowed over her tongue and she swallowed again. She drank deeply from him until he was gasping and there was not a drop left to be had. She felt him relaxing and let him gently slip from her lips, swallowing one last time and laying the side of her face on his thigh, panting. Oh dear gods, this was beyond amazing. She moved her face closer and began kissing him, the tip of him, down the length of his shaft, kissing the soft orbs of flesh beneath, every kiss slow and deliberate as though she were worshiping his body.
Dende was in absolute bliss, shivering as she kissed him so intimately. He should have been blushing at having done such an act, but it felt so right. There was nothing to be embarrassed about, no shame to be had. As she kissed him, he nuzzled his face into the impossibly soft curls, licking her clean as he went along, unable to resist sliding his tongue along those succulent lips once more. He thought about how they would have an out of body experience together. How could they accomplish that?
Dende reluctantly pulled away, gently tugging Rose up and around to him, where he pressed his lips to hers, tasting himself on her lips, letting her taste herself on his. "There's something else I want to try." He lifted his hand to cup her cheek, "If you'll allow me." He laid back down, arranging her next to him, slipping his hand into hers. He spoke softly, "Close your eyes and clear your mind. Feel yourself become lighter and lighter. Start at your feet, imagine them weightless. Work your way out. I'll help you once you get far enough along." He closed his own eyes, going through his normal meditative trance. He could do astral projection well. He could help pull her the rest of the way if need be.
Rose followed his instructions, listening to the calm, comforting sound of his voice. She didn't know what he was doing, but she didn't question it. She would never question him. Her body began to relax, her breathing slowing as she seemed to sink into the bed. She was vaguely aware of his hand in hers. His voice started to sound far away. It felt like she was floating on the air, her body so relaxed, was she even in her body anymore? She felt intangible, like mist. She couldn't hear Dende speaking anymore. She reached out with her mind, searching for him, calling to him, 'Dende?'
'I'm here. You're doing great.' He reached out, grasping her hand and pulling her the rest of the way. She did so well for the first time. He looked down and saw their bodies. He looked at her ethereal form. She was exceptionally beautiful. 'Open your eyes Rose. I've got you. Look where we are.'
Rose opened her eyes and gasped. Below her, she could see Dende lying in bed, her own body next to him. But yet, he was right there beside her, hovering in midair. SHE was hovering in midair. She threw her arms around his neck, startled. His warm embrace comforted her, calmed her. She stared into his eyes. It was him, but not as solid. She could feel him, touch him, but there was a mist-like quality to both their bodies.
Dende wrapped his arms around her, smiling brightly at her, 'This is called astral projection. Our soul, Rose, look.' He held up his hand and brought her hand up to face his. He pressed them together, relishing in the pleasant warm buzzing feeling as they touched, but after another moment, their hands started to meld together. Dende sighed at the sensation. 'According to the story, we were once one entity.'
Rose blinked widely at him, then at their hands. Her entire being was filled with a contented warmth. More memories flooded her mind. She and Dende, in different forms, as young lovers at college. Another form, an old couple in their rocking chairs on a porch. High school sweethearts at a dance. A young couple torn apart by war. Two young children playing in a field. So many lives they had lived over the centuries, always finding each other again and again. But this time, this time Dende's part of their soul had been born into a body that was different. He had special powers, he knew things differently this time.
Rose pushed her forearm against his, watching it melt into it. This would be the first time in centuries, perhaps millenniums, that their soul was one again. The first time since Zeus had ripped it apart and created two beings. "Will we separate again?" she asked, her voice had an echoing quality to it as she spoke.
Tears formed in Dende's mind at the memories from all of their past lives. He looked at her, smiling, "I honestly don't know. Zeus is jealous of what we have. He fears us. We most likely will separate again, but for now, he can't take this experience away from us." He reached out to her with his other hand, cupping her face in his hand and bringing their lips together. It was weightless but firm, more warmth spread through them both. More memories. More feelings. He wrapped his arm around her and pressed her close feeling his whole body tingling. They were glowing, melding together, becoming one, just how they had been created into the world. Dende shuddered, no, she shuddered. The feelings wrapped around them both. They were connected in the most intimate way possible. They simply were together. They shuddered together, an intense wave of pleasure washing over them from a thousand lifetimes shared together.
They were one once again. The way they were at the beginning of their existence. They remembered the fateful day when the gods had grown jealous of them and their kind. Tthey had been created by the gods. Such pain they had never experienced until their soul was torn in two, resulting in the beginning of male and female. They'd sworn to find each other in every incarnation. That they would always be together no matter what time they found themselves born into. They promised the Great Mother, She who ruled over all realms, that they would serve and protect the people of earth if only she granted that they were born into the same time periods within reasonable amounts of time to each other. As long as they were together and able to find one another, they vowed to always protect those who could not protect themselves. And now, finally, if only for a moment, they were one again. Tears of joy leaked from their eyes as they laughed, this ethereal body spinning in the air, relishing the feeling of completeness once again.
"We remember everything. The gods must have been jealous to bare one of our soul to a world far from earth. My dearest heart and soul. My love. They tried to keep us apart this time."
"Let them try. We have a promise from the Great Mother, She who rules all, that we will be together for eternity. As long as we complete the work set for us, there is nothing that can stop us. All of the others have passed on. But we are eternal, my love."
"The dragon recognized us for who we were. That is why he spoke the first time we entered his temple together. That is why he rumbles now. Our union has reawakened powers that have long since been forgotten. He knows. The dragon knows that something bigger is coming, something is happening. But together, we can protect this world and her people."
"As long as we are together, we can weather this storm. If the gods themselves were fearful of us, there is nothing we cannot handle now that we are one again."
Rose blinked in the darkness of the room. Her body felt heavy and blocky. She turned to see Dende sleeping peacefully next to her. What had happened? This whole night had been so unexpected. Had it been a dream? It didn't feel like a dream. It had felt real. She'd been content and happy. She was still happy, just not quite like that. Nothing would ever compare to that experience. She laid on her side and studied Dende as he slept. She'd never seen anyone so handsome in her life. So much of her life made sense to her now. The way she'd never taken an interest in another man, how she had been dedicated to protecting others ever since she was a little girl. All of it made sense now. She reached out to touch him, tracing the line of his lips, the bridge of his nose, the strength of his jaw, committing every detail to memory. Her fingers lightly trailed up one of his antennae.
Dende moaned at the touch of her on his antenna, unable to suppress the shudder that went from his antenna down through his body. He blinked his eyes, coming back to himself. He looked over at Rose, his body tense, stiffening at her touch. The antenna under her finger twitched towards her. His voice was thick, sultry, "Again... please..."
Rose ran her fingers lightly up the antenna again, smiling as she watched his back arch and his length harden. She did it again, slower this time, ever so slightly squeezing it between her finger and her thumb. She paused at the tip and rolled it lightly, then twirled it around her fingers. Dende was panting, his eyes shut for a moment as she played with it, loving the soft feel of this appendage in her fingers. She carefully pressed her lips to it before opening her mouth, capturing the tip of it in her full, warm lips, lightly flicking her tongue over it.
Dende couldn't stop the shout that came from his throat as her hot mouth closed around the tip. His entire body was so stiff he could barely move. He could feel his essence already starting to drip down the side of his length. His breath caught in his throat as her tongue moved over his antenna. "Please... I need you... please, Rose..." He had to feel her, he wanted to be inside of her, to feel connected again. He loved her. He loved his other half. More tears of joy came to his eyes as he remembered their lives together.
Rose moved over him, sliding her wet heat over him, not taking him into her yet, just slowly trailing herself up and down, rubbing herself over his throbbing member. She grasped the other antenna gently in her hand, she could tell how sensitive they were, and pulled it into her mouth as well, twirling her tongue around both tips. Dende's body was stiff beneath her, his voice crying out for her. She could feel that liquid heat trailing down him as she ground her body against his. She smiled as she finally drew him into her body, filling her, making her moan over then antennae in her mouth and she began to suck.
Dende was absolutely paralyzed. What had happened to that timid little caseworker? She had transformed into this beautiful creature, seductress. He couldn't stop the moan that came out of his throat, "ROSE!" He wanted to hold on to her but he couldn't even lift his arm. He had to try. His muscles tensed. All he wanted was to grab her hips as she so deliciously ground onto him. Gods an inch... another inch and he was finally painstakingly able to grasp her. But for naught, he couldn't even thrust up. He was at her mercy. He never felt so hard in his life. His moaning became desperate as she did something wicked to his antenna with her tongue.
Jenny started awake staring at the ceiling of the bedroom a moment, trying to figure out what had woken her up. She noticed Piccolo curled up on his side with a pillow pressed tightly to his ears. She heard a muffled noise and she realized it was a noise she hadn't heard in the Lookout before. She tilted her head and listened carefully, and then wished she hadn't when she heard a very distinct moaning coming from somewhere in the vicinity of the guardian's bedroom. Her eyes widened. Dende? He had someone over? He had someone?! When the hell did that happen? Who was it? She looked over at Piccolo; he wasn't asleep, judging by the way his hand was grasping at that pillow. She poked his shoulder, "Is Dende doing what I think he is?! With whom!?"
Piccolo gave her a disgusted look. "Rose, apparently, by the way he keeps shouting her name," he growled, pulling the pillow tighter over his ears. Dear gods, is that what Dende had been listening to from them for the past few years? Piccolo felt his face go hot. There was a reason Nameks shouldn't live together if they had mates. "Just knock me out," Piccolo muttered. "Jenny, if there is an ounce of mercy in you, you will put me out cold."
She shook her head and lifted the covers to scooted closer to him in the bed. She curled around him, resting her head on his chest, and looked up at him, "Can I cuddle with your unconscious body and or fondle slash molest you?"
"That's so not funny right now," he growled, wincing as an exceptionally loud cry issued from Dende's throat. He didn't understand what was going on. One minute, Dende and the caseworker had been at the party, the next they were gone without saying a word and hardly anybody had missed them until it was time to say goodbye. Everyone had seen the lightning in the sky and heard the rumbling of the dragon, wondering what on earth was happening. And then the whole world went silent. For a long time, they all just stood quiet in the yard of Capsule Corp, looking up at the sky, not a one of them making a sound, not even the children. There was a peace that seemed to settle across the whole planet; all of them could sense it in the silence. And then, an enormous power seemed to fill the air that lasted for hours, without a source. No one could explain it. Until now. That same power, so vast and mighty that it made even the bravest of their warriors tremble, was now emanating from Dende's bedroom. "Just try to go to sleep, Jenny," Piccolo told her and squeezed his eyes shut.
Rose gave the antennae one last, long suck before she let them pop from her mouth with a loud smack of her lips. Dende's paralysis wore off almost immediately and he thrust harshly into her, making her cry out.
Dende almost cried in relief that he could move. That was oh so good. He rolled them over in the next second, grasping her hands in his, moving them above her head, and leaned down to her on his forearms. He looked deeply into her eyes as he thrust into her again, unable to stop the chorus of moans from his mouth. His antenna were still twitching, tingling from the sensations she bestowed upon him. He thrust into her again. He wasn't going to last long, but he wanted to make her come with him, cross that peak together. He leaned down and captured her lips, rocking his hips gently, slowing down trying to make the moment last. He pulled back, raining kisses on over her face, "Rose... come with me. Please... I'm so close..." He could feel himself starting to crest.
He was so deep within her body, hitting a sensitive spot that made her whole body tense up. She could feel it boiling deep within her as he thrust into her. "D-Dende," she gasped, her breath hitching in her throat. "OH, GODS, YES! OH DENDE! OH! OHHHH!" she screamed in the darkness of the Lookout as they came, his body pouring into hers as she tightened around him, his roar of pleasure mixing with her cries, that white-hot bliss slamming through their senses until they were both a sweating, panting heap upon the bed. "Oh... Dende..." she gasped as he collapsed over her chest. She threw her arms around his neck, tears starting to pour down her face. "Oh, my love," she sobbed.
Dende held her close, tears running down his face as well. So good. It was so good. "Dear heart," He whispered to her, "I love you so much." He kissed her tears away. Exhaustion tugged at his senses. He carefully pulled back, shuddering as he slipped from her body and he fell to his side, panting. He tugged her to him, relishing in their sweat slicked skin sliding together. He pulled on his blankets and covered them both up. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face into her hair. The world felt better. It felt right. He didn't know what was going to happen next, but as long as she was with him, it didn't matter.