A/N: Yes, this chapter contains a lemon. The Lemon, so if you're uncomfortable or other, here's your chance to avoid it. If not, read on and I hope you enjoy and once again, thank you all for the reviews, faves and follows.
"I wonder how they're going in there," Pan stated. "It's been forever."
"Ten hours, which reminds me," Ocarin said, glancing at the girl. "Are you staying here?"
"I'm camping in the jet," she reminded him. "How do you think they're doing?"
"With any luck, Trunks has destroyed the Android and is training by himself."
"Don't say that!" the girl gaped at him. "She's nice."
"Did you forget about the time she nearly killed you?" the Namekian growled at her. "Mark my words, child, she will betray us."
"No she won't. She's changed. She even painted my nails. See?" Pan said, flashing said nails in his face. "You're just mean."
"Hmph, we'll see."
-X-
He was clearly inexperienced, but his eagerness was more than enough to make up for it. She could taste the need, the desperation in the kiss as he crushed her against his body and it set off a fire through her veins, as they finally broke apart for air. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen and she could see that his pupils were blown with desire. Her heart thudded; he rested his forehead against hers as he breathed deeply.
"Hey," Lazuli spoke softly. "You okay?"
"Yeah," Trunks replied shakily, the confliction warring on his face. She wanted to ease his discomfort, but she didn't want to push him; she wanted him to take the lead at his own pace, even though that went against her core being. "Yeah, I'm just…just trying to get my head sorted."
Lazuli gently stroked his face and he closed his eyes, shuddering at her touch. "What do you want? Tell me and I can help you."
"I want you," Trunks stated fiercely, lust clear in his eyes. "But…I feel like I'm betraying everything I've stood for, betraying what Gohan stood for."
She nodded. She could understand his reasoning, could see why this was conflicting for him, but Kami she wanted him and now she had him in her arms, she didn't want to let him go. While inexperienced, his kiss of desperation and carnal desire had lit a fire inside her that needed to be sated. It'd been far too long for her and while she wanted to take him right then and there, Lazuli held herself back. Unlike her previous conquests, she didn't want to dominate and break Trunks: she had witnessed him grown from a young boy to a man and while that realization made her feel somewhat old, even though she was physically his age, it simply meant that she had a lot to teach him and this was a chance for her.
"I get it," Lazuli said. "And I don't want to pressure you, but honestly, Trunks, when was the last time you did something for yourself? When was the last time you did what you wanted and not what someone else wanted you to do? The way I see it, you've been doing what others wanted for years. Isn't it time you stopped listening to them and listen to yourself?"
Trunks had to admit, she had a point and it gave him a surprising amount of clarity. Lazuli watched his reaction, watched him reach a conclusion and gently she kissed his cheek because she was unsure of what decision he'd made; he turned his head to meet her lips with her own. The fire in her belly burned and there was a familiar ache between her thighs as their kiss grew heated; she could feel the evidence of their passion pressing against her thigh and she pressed her tongue against his lips, requesting entrance. He gave her permission, their passion snowballing as their tongues met.
Trunks wanted her fiercely, his craving for her overriding any thought of Gohan, despite a small part of his mind screaming at him, telling him to stop kissing his best friend's murderer, but Trunks couldn't remember the last time he'd done something purely for himself. Everything he'd done had been at the wish of everyone else: destroy the Androids for Gohan, travel back in time for his mother and Goku, hide his growing strength for his father's pride.
None of it was for himself.
For once, he was doing something for himself and if that sounded selfish, he didn't care. Lust fogged his brain and all he could think about was the Android in his arms. It was funny, even though he knew she was human with cybernetic enhancements, he'd expected her lips to taste synthetic and cold, not warm and burning with hunger and definitely not like strawberries; yet she did. The taste of her was intoxicating to him and his body hummed as if he had made the right decision, the pent-up desire coming to the surface and taking hold of him; he lowered his hands to her hips and hoisted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist.
Kami, he wanted this woman.
"Hey, crazy idea," Lazuli said and she couldn't help but grind her hips against his swollen loins, eliciting a groan from them both. "Perhaps we should take this to the bedroom?"
"Yeah – bedroom – sounds good," Trunks agreed in between kisses and he carried her into the bedroom. "Any particular bed?"
"Don't care, pick one," the Android replied, nipping at his earlobe.
He resumed his plundering of her lips as he laid her onto the nearest bed, which happened to be his and he became nestled between her legs, their heats brushing together. His hands coasted along her torso and she squirmed when he lightly scraped her ribs, receiving an adorably confused look from him.
"I'm ticklish," Lazuli explained with a tiny shrug. "Go figure."
"Huh, that's something I never would've imagined," Trunks said, planting soft kisses along her throat. "A ticklish Android."
"Hey, we all have our quirks – ngh," she hissed when he sucked at the juncture of her neck and collar.
She pushed her hips up against his groin; he responded with an instinctual thrust, his erection pressing painfully against his jumpsuit and they both groaned with need. Kami, he wanted her and when he pulled back to unwrap his prize, reality tried to reassert itself. His mind's rationale tried to remind him that he was a righteous man who should not be consorting with the Android, but one look at her seductive face and Trunks shoved it all aside, wanting nothing but her, drowning in the pools of lust for her. He untied the sash and threw open her bathrobe, drinking in the sight of her flawless body.
He was like a kid in a candy store as he gazed upon her milky skin and impeccable curves, her intimate parts covered by lacy black underwear. It was almost like she planned her attire, but he didn't care.
"Like what you see?" Lazuli teased with hooded eyes.
"God, you're beautiful," Trunks stated simply, the blood all focused in one area of his body and it wasn't his brain. "Exquisite even."
"Hm, you have a way with words, but you're laying it on a bit thick."
"No," he said. "I mean it. Like a fantasy come true."
While the fantasies and wet dreams he had as a teenager about the stunning Android usually left him filled with shame, to have her like this before him like he had imagined growing up, it was literally like a dream come true for Trunks. He reached out hesitantly with shaky hands and Lazuli smiled at his nervousness, reminding herself that this was the first time he'd ever had a woman before him like this and so she grabbed his hands, planting them against her full breasts. Trunks sucked in a deep breath, his hands full of supple flesh, something he had only dreamed of previously and he gently fondled her breasts, unsure entirely of what to do but lustful instinct was coming to him.
"Here, let me help," Lazuli said and she sat up, removing her robe and tossed it aside. Next, she unclipped her bra and with a coy smile, she slowly pulled the garment from her body, wanting to see if Trunks was patient.
As it turned out, he was and she threw her bra aside, unable to help the self-satisfied enjoyment of seeing Trunks' eyes go wide at the sight of her bare breasts. Her perky nipples were aroused, stiff in the cool air and unable to help himself, Trunks fell upon her like a ravenous beast and Lazuli was mildly surprised at his hunger, matching his passionate kisses as his hands went to her breasts again. His thumbs flicked her nipples and she moaned against his mouth, falling against the mattress.
"So," Lazuli said when he stopped to catch his breath. "I show you mine, you show me yours."
"Oh…right," Trunks said, as if the whole thought had completely slipped his mind. She smiled fondly at his look of realisation and he reluctantly drew from her to remove his broken armour.
Tossing it aside, Trunks stripped off his torn shirt and let it join the pile of clothes, but when he hooked his thumbs into his pants, Lazuli planted a cool hand against his heated chest. She admired the feel of his hard muscles under her touch and she brushed his cheek lightly.
"Can I?" she asked with impish innocence and he nodded thickly, anything to keep her hands on him.
At his permission, she grinned and traced her hands over his toned body, lowering them ever so tauntingly slowly. His breath hitched in his throat when she ghosted over his bulge, straining painfully and she hooked two fingers into his waistband. She looked into his eyes, watching for his reaction as she lowered his pants, freeing his erection from its constricting confines. Trunks gasped in relief when cool air struck his burning desire and his eyes rolled into the back of his head, a groan escaping him when her hand clasped around her prize.
Lazuli admired the thick, hot length in her hand and she gave a few experimental strokes, drawing ragged moans from the half-Saiyan. She smiled with delight at the thought of having him like putty in her hand and she raked her nails down his inner thigh before drawing them along his balls and he shuddered in response. She cupped them gently and gave a small squeeze and his hips jerked forward on their own violation.
"Hm, seems like I've got myself a new friend," Lazuli cooed and she grazed her hand over the head of his dick, as purple as a plum and she wiped away the droplet of precum, licking it off her finger as she continued to fondle his heavy sack. "Hm, not bad."
"Lazuli-" Trunks choked out and he whined when she released him, but didn't complain when she brought his face down to hers for a kiss.
His hunger for her knew no bounds and even though his dick ached for her touch, he kissed down her throat, nipped at her jugular and caressed his way to the valley between her breasts. He pressed butterfly kisses across her right breast until he came to her nipple and he sucked on it like a newborn baby. Lazuli made a small pleasing noise, tangling her hand into his long hair and pressing him closer to her flesh. He lathered the nub with his tongue, his dick pressing against her crotch, separated by a patch of lace and his hips intuitively rocked against hers.
Lazuli groaned at the feel of him against her and she was eager to have him inside her, as he kissed his way to her left breast, dispensing the same ministrations as he'd done to its twin. He couldn't get enough of her supple mounds, but the fire burning through yearned for more and he could feel it smouldering against his groin.
Flames blazed through Lazuli as he worried the buds with his teeth and Kami she wanted more, heat aching between her thighs and she wanted him there, wanted him to fill her. Thankfully, he seemed to have the right idea, as with a final kiss to her twin peaks, Trunks kissed his way down her navel. He kept wondering if he was doing everything right for his first time and with the way Lazuli was reacting, his worries were absent, as he slowly made his way towards her groin and the final article that was keeping him from his prize. He glanced at her and her lustful look encouraged him on, as he took hold of her panties with tentative hands and drew them down her legs, exposing her most intimate part.
Trunks felt the breath leave him at the sight of her, fully naked and eager for him. She had a small patch of neatly-trimmed blonde curls and her legs fell open to reveal her core. Her pink outer lips were swollen and glistening with desire, the scent of her arousal blanketing Trunks and making his engorged member yearn for her. If possible, he grew harder and pained, twitching in the open cool air. His primal instincts urged him to bury himself in her, to take her and claim her as his and he met her halfway for another passionate kiss. His hands skirted over her body, skimming near her hips as if he was unsure he had permission to delve further, although he did coast above her pubic line.
With a smile at his shyness, Lazuli leaned up on her hands, took his hand, guided it down her body to the apex between her thighs and Trunks inhaled when his fingers brushed against her moist centre. He was nervous as he slipped his fingers between her outer lips, her slickness evident on his digits and making it easier for him.
"Here," Lazuli groaned, guiding his fingers to her most sensitive spot, making him press against the tiny bundle of nerves. Her body arched when he did it and he felt a measure of satisfaction, wanting to do it again just to see her reaction once more. "Yes, like that. Keep doing that."
His dick hung in the air, begging to be touched, but he ignored his own need and focused on hers, one hand on her hip as he glided his other hand between her wet folds. Heat shot through Trunks at the little noises she made and it spurred him on, knowing that he was doing the right thing. Lazuli's eyes were shut as she focused on the pleasure he was giving her and emboldened by her sounds, Trunks slipped a finger inside her.
"Ohhh, yes," Lazuli groaned, clenching her tight muscles around his finger. The act made Trunks burn with yearning, the need to bury more than just his finger into her, but he retained his control, wanting to please her instead.
Experimentally, he slipped a second finger inside, testing her and he watched her face for any signs of discomfort. Instead, Lazuli gave him an encouraging look, her eyes glazed over with lust and he continued to pump his fingers into her, her gasps and moans prompting him as the scent of her arousal consumed him. Lazuli gripped his shoulders, holding him tight as her hips rocked against his fingers and she pulled him in for a bruising kiss.
"Yes, right there," Lazuli panted when Trunks used his palm to grind against her clit. "Such a good boy you are. Give me, ugh, give me more."
Her hand snaked down his strong torso and encircled his rock hard dick; he groaned when she gripped him tight. He couldn't help but rock his hips into her hand, but he faltered with his own ministrations and Lazuli pleasantly chuckled. Her orgasm had been steadily growing until then, but Trunks was determined to bring her pleasure and he doubled his efforts, trying to ignore the feel of her cool hand on his hot dick. His concentration was hampered by her strokes and he let out a small growl.
"You're not being really fair right now," he said with the tiniest bit of an uncontrolled whine.
Lazuli smiled and released him. This time, he did whine. "There, that better now?"
"No, I – uh, no fair," the half-Saiyan stated and in revenge, he rubbed her clit again and he was rewarded with a gasp, her hips arcing up towards him.
"All's fair in love and war," she smirked and her eyes fluttered when he pressed against her.
"There no love here," he replied, focused on his work on her nether regions.
"Let's make a war instead," she amicably agreed.
Trunks pressed kissed to her throat as his fingers plundered her tight channel, his thumb grazing against her clit whenever he could and Lazuli reacted to his ministrations, one hand tangled in his hair as she rolled her hips against his hand, pants escaping her as he worked wonders. Her climax was building, growing tight in her belly as his touch shot sparks through her. He increased the tempo and she grabbed onto him, his dick sandwiched against her stomach as she gave in to the pleasure.
The fire grew, ascending towards the crescendo and as he peppered kisses, Lazuli surrendered herself to the carnality. The combination of his touches reached their peak and the crescendo shattered, her climax crashing into her like a roiling ocean. She let loose a cry of ecstasy as she rode his fingers into oblivion; she gasped, she panted and her chest heaved as she struggled to breathe, liquid soaking the sheets beneath her.
It was amazing for Trunks to see the powerful, unassailable Android literally come undone at his fingertips, panting as her orgasm washed over her while she writhed in his arms. Her juices drenched his hand and he was unable to believe that he was the one who'd been able to do this to her, to bring her to that glorious moment and he felt a measure of pride at his success. Obviously, this was the most intimate he'd ever been with a woman in his entire life and to be able to bring her to orgasm like that, without screwing up, he couldn't help but feel proud.
"Wow," Lazuli gasped as the tingling aftershocks of her climax began to subside. "Wow. You did good, Trunks. You might impress me just yet."
Red flushed his cheeks at the compliment. "Thanks," he managed. "I wasn't sure if I could do it-"
"Don't worry, with my teaching, you'll get even better at it," she smiled at him and he faintly returned. Then, she glanced at his groin with an eyebrow raised suggestively. "So, shall we take care of that, hm?"
"Oh, I – um," Trunks muttered shyly, sharing her gaze as the object of their contemplation twitched and he realised with sudden clarity what was about to happen. Embarrassment swamped him. What if he was no good? What if he was a failure and couldn't last long? Would she be disappointed with him? Angry? Ashamed? Dejection gripped him and her soft hand caressed his jaw.
"Hey," Lazuli said gently. "It's okay. I get it, it's your first time and you're nervous as hell. I bet you're worried about how you'll perform."
He lifted a shoulder despairingly. "I guess."
"Don't worry, it'll be okay," she said reassuringly and she pecked his lips. He responded with hunger and with her greater strength, she flipped him onto his back and straddled his hips. "It'll be okay. Trust me, you'll be fine."
He nodded and he glanced down as she reached between them and grasped his erection, rubbing the head against her outer lips. Once she had him lined up, Lazuli locked eyes with Trunks as she pressed down, the head of his dick breaching her inner lips and pushing inside. She bit her lower lip and he closed his eyes, trying to focus on his control as she took him in further, her heat surrounding him as he stretched her. Finally, she sank all the way down and both groaned at the pleasure of the connection: Trunks for how warm and tight she was and Lazuli for how he fit perfectly inside her as she adjusted to his size.
"Damn – damn, you feel good," Lazuli groaned. "Mm, such a big boy you are."
Trunks couldn't describe the sensations he was feeling: she was so hot, so tight around him that it was taking every inch of his control not to lose it. Lazuli rocked her hips slowly, getting used to the feel of him and her eyes fluttered as she bit her lower lip. Trunks watched her, sensuality swimming through him as she rode him, knowing that he was the reason for her blatant look of decadence. Normally, Lazuli was closed-off, always hiding her emotions, but here with him right now, she was exposed as she enjoyed herself and he began to rock his hips in time with hers. She grabbed his hands and planted them to her breasts and he tweaked her taunt nipples as her pace increased.
Trunks lost all thought, consumed the sensations, the way she clenched tight around him as she rose, the way she writhed and he sat up, unintentionally shifting his angle as he held her close, one hand taking hold of her firm ass, his lips going to her throat.
Lazuli panted in his ear, an arm around his shoulders and the other threading in his hair as she mashed their hips together. She licked along his jugular and he quivered, which caused his hips to snap upwards and she purred in response.
Kami, he felt so good inside her.
He couldn't get enough of her, wanting more and he rolled them over so she was on the bottom, his full weight pressing down upon her.
"Who said you could go on top?" Lazuli teased, impressed with his boldness.
"I did," Trunks smirked and she keened when he gave a powerful thrust.
"Ngh, you keep going like that and I just might let you stay there."
Another thrust, her breasts bounced with the action and something primal was unleashed inside Trunks.
He buried himself deep inside her, hitting the right spot with every thrust and Lazuli's eyes closed as she lost herself in the bliss, the stirrings of a second orgasm building within her.
He captured her lips in a fervid kiss and she squeezed him, their skin slapping together erotically, his dick twitching to signal the beginning of his own impending orgasm.
His hands roamed her body, trying to touch her as much as he could and he brought them to her thighs, as her legs locked around his waist, holding him in place as the pace of his thrusts increased, each one drawing a pleasured gasp out of her.
"Yes, just like that," Lazuli encouraged him. "Harder, Trunks. Give it to me like you mean it."
Trunks panted heavily as he did as he was instructed, the stimulating of his loins ascending towards the point of no return. She arched against him, squeezing him with every thrust as she chased her own orgasm, her nails digging into his shoulders.
He groaned at the incredible sensations, burying his face into the crook of her neck, his hands caressing her body.
He was so close now, so close –
His hips slammed into hers as he hit his peak and he cried her name into her skin as he released himself deep inside her, his body shuddering from the spasms as he gave her his all, holding her close.
"Yesyesyes," Lazuli panted at the feel of his release.
It triggered her climax and she squeezed him tight as she cried out, her nails stabbing into his skin as she milked him for everything he had to give her and she quivered from the impact of her climax, panting heavily in tandem with him.
They lay there, slowly coming down from their shared euphoria as endorphins charged through their bodies. Trunks slackened inside her and he slowly withdrew from her, rolling to her side as the need to rest began to creep up on him. Lazuli, meanwhile, smiled to herself, wrapped up in the bliss of the moment.
"I'm impressed," she said, looking at him. "You did better than I thought you would."
"Thanks?" he replied, unsure if that was a compliment or a slight. He was tired, the full impact of what just happened fuzzing at the edges of his fogged mind.
"It's a good thing, don't worry. You did really good," she smiled truthfully at him. She could see he was slowly nodding off and he did have the right idea. Some rest would be good for her and perhaps afterwards, they could go for a second round. She definitely wouldn't say no to that.
Another smile came to her when he tugged her against his body, holding her tight as he drifted off and in the wake of what they'd done; the two soon fell asleep together.