Or not…
Fascinated and distracted from his objective, Vegeta watched the tail she whipped into his line of sight. It had blown up awesomely, the sleek length aggravated to two times its normal width. He followed the thrilly surges that made her fur fan out and show off the gilt threading through the soft brown. There was a hint of gold as well in the brown hair that cascaded down to her waist like tempestuous waves and when he grabbed another good handful to make her face back at him, he saw that even her exotic, honey complexion bore a gilded hue. But the most golden thing on her were the hazy, lusting eyes finding his. Those blatant fuck-me looks did not rhyme with the brush-off he kept receiving and he wondered what it served exactly. He let the length of her fluffed tail slip through his gloved fist and felt a mighty shudder race up the one he no longer had at the soft crooning he drew from her. She whipped the tail out of his reach, let it snake around him in search of his missing one and actually hissed, small teeth bared, when she found nothing there. Yeah, that still pissed him off too. Her delicate, powdery scent had become evasive, but no matter how releasing it was designed to draw him in, she was trying to skitter away. He thought that his missing limb had a lot to do with her renewed resistance. Rushing ahead of any more potential misgivings on her part and knowing exactly what he wanted, he palmed her cheek to ram her back in place with such force that the wall and the side of her face both cracked upon impact.
"Drop them." Vegeta insisted.
"Fuck you." Akane returned, wincing at her face getting stuffed into the wall.
The comeback was mere token. Tail or no, the brush-offs were done and she was letting him have his way. Going for efficiency, she stripped her breeks down to her thighs, let the waistband hit her flesh with a hard, almost triumphant snap and backed up a gobsmacking round arse on him. His hand got away from him all on its own and he grabbed her flesh with such enthusiasm that the squeeze he gave her made her squeal. He pushed her face harder into the wall for good measure and was pleased to see that in addition to snarling viciously, she also got on her toes and pushed her big arse out more to facilitate him. The full head of height he got such a kick out of having on her, forced him to sink through his knees as he lined his cock up with the nook he was finally getting to bury it in. He let his shaft slide across her opening and found her so slick and ready for him, it betrayed every insult and objection she had made. Dicking him around had been nothing but foreplay. She sighed longingly as he let her lips peel open on his tip, then made her suck in her breath by pushing inside her. The impetuous little fighter was losing her battle and in a last ditch effort to defy him, she threw the comment in his face that he had made upon their meeting.
"I see you require my service after all." she said, her cynicism spoiled awesomely by the moany tremor in her sexy, hoarse voice.
"Oh, leave it alone, you insinuating little bitch." Vegeta told her off and even as he slipped out only to breach her again and the sweet, wet warmth of her interior eagerly sucked him back in, he didn't allow a trace of what dizzying pleasure this gave him to seep into his voice. "If anyone should be called out on their bullshit, it is you. Getting local dick on foreign ground is making you so wet, that firepit wouldn't stand a chance if you straddled it now. Just shut up and let me have you."
Her third "Fuck you!" was loud, venomous and simply riddled with want. She followed it up with a relishing: "Prince." that actually sounded like recognition this time around and then she dropped her facade and amended: "Fuck me."
Vegeta gave her a beleaguering grin just to underline that she was begging him for it and agreed softly: "Fuck you."
He released her cheek and as she unstuck her face from the wall, he leaned in to brush his lips along the bloodied scrape on her temple, making up for his earlier violence by kissing the bruised skin with what tenderness was left to him in his unbridled lust for this fickle, ill-tempered, incorrigible, outrageously sensuous, tidy little thing he had seized. Grabbing both cheeks of that gobsmacking arse now, he gave her another probing stroke, then dug in for an aimed grind and drew more of her slick from her with every in and out. It made for smooth going that set his senses alight and he let the concurring rumble he had learned to hold off on, rise up from his throat freely in answer to her mewling her joy.
She reached up behind her, sent her gloved hand up his jaw and snagged him by the hair to pull him in. He was all set to catch her full on the lips, but the kiss he had anticipated never came and he was thrown off track, yet again, when she roughly started rubbing the side of her face against his. It was such an odd thing to do in the midst of their vertical that his mind was still trying to come up with a fitting reaction while his instincts already recognized the invite to exchange scents. He had not been met with a bunt like this for the longest time, and during sex never. The only nudges he received nowadays were the intuitive, clumsy ones his babes gave him in answer to those he doled out when he wanted to put across his fondness for them. The lasting, insistent headbutt he was getting right now, was the real thing and it truly dawned on him that the one mashing cheeks with him, apart from being a right cracker and every bit the cracking good time he had foreseen her to be, also shared his origin. She was his first – and sadly last – Saiyajin conquest.
Vegeta returned the gesture exhaustively, wanting nothing more than to rub off his scent on her and have her go around smelling of him all day. His face ended up stuffed down the side of her neck and, finding himself consumed with consuming her, he nipped at her skin, first with his lips and then with his teeth.
"Prince." Akane repeated slurred and sounding nothing short of worshipping now. She was squirming in the arms he wrapped around her to possess her fully, set on negating every single derisive remark she had made and impress on her that she should want this whenever she could get it, which was anytime the mood may strike her. He let her squeaky jitters direct the rhythm of his hips until he had her panting and shivering like a shitting dog in his embrace. It served her right after toying with him like she had. She was not doing that anymore, her surrender unequivocal.
Vegeta gauged her and, estimating that she could handle it, unleashed himself to drive home how flawed her presumptions of him truly were, coincidentally getting to recompense a lifetime of frustration with having to pace himself. Every woman he had found interesting enough to pursue, had been ill equipped to deal with his drive. This wasn't so for the fierce little captain. He had his work cut out for him meeting her own efforts when she started exploiting that big arse to catch his thrusts halfway and she did it with such reckless abandon that he had to actively keep his feet to keep her from upending him. He retook the initiative, happy that he actually had to, and pulled her away from the wall to make her bend over, head snatched back by the hair and arse yanked up at the base of her tail. She let out one of those dangerous snarls, but it was in struggle rather than aggravation and she threw her hands out flat against the wall to brace herself.
It was as good as her rushed, raspy: "Blind me, that is fucking awesome." made it sound when he ramped up to give her the trimming she deserved. The steady, swift thwack, thwack, thwack of their colliding flesh had only ever served as a sign that he needed to back down, but she actually encouraged him to give her more and her chanting: "Yes, yes, fuck yes." in time with his hips smacking against those taut, round cheeks drove him out of his mind.
Vegeta made to haul her back in, hungering to finally kiss that sexy little mouth and find out if it tasted as good as she knew how to run it, but it wasn't for him to know. Her clenching teeth denied him access. The refusal wasn't for his advances, she was in obviously precarious circumstances and locked in furious strife with her throes. This savage creature had caught him off guard too often by now for him to be amazed by her reaching her end so easily. And with such meagre input on his part. He hadn't even gotten started wheedling one out of her. It was plain that there were some flaws in his own presumptions. He bit back on the miserable fuck he wanted to let out at her shoving him right over the edge with her. The shaking of her legs, those hips stuck in fitful jerks, that magnificent arse bouncing and that wet nook pulsating so nicely in her orgasm, all of it would have been enough to finish him in their own right. Combined, it was overkill. And a pity. He would have liked this to last a whole lot longer than the fast kneetrembler it had been. Hissing in his breath, he gave himself over to the vinegar strokes he couldn't outrun and rammed his cock up her now airtight and soaked nook a couple more times while her interior squeezed every last drop of seed from him.
She grew limp at the tension leaving her all at once and if he hadn't still been holding her up by her tail, she might well have spilled out on the floor. She was shuddering and gasping for air, clearly at her weakest and her limbs entirely useless for the time it took her to regain herself. It was more curiosity for what similarities Earthlings and Saiyajins had in their anatomy than vindictiveness that made him slip his hand between her thighs for a flick at the tiny pleasure pearl that she indeed kept hidden there. The hitchy drawback from his twirling fingertip proved it a sweet spot as well, and too delicate to the touch in the midst of her undoing. He left it alone, but only after he had turned her come-down into a second orgasm that made her interior clench down rhythmically on his cock. This one truly dissolved her and he clasped his arm around her waist to keep her slumped and panting in his embrace.
"Anything else to add, Captain?" Vegeta demanded, though a bit winded himself and not all that interested in settling scores anymore.
"No, Prince." Akane whispered, washing out with her cheek stuck against the wall. She looked a magnificent, hot and thoroughly pacified mess. He had brought her off, alright.
Vegeta liked that look on her a lot. "Good."
He flattened her against the wall, but to blanket her instead of nailing her to it again. She melted with him and even with the hampering bulk of their armour, his angles fit her curves like the skintight battle gear they were both wearing. His mouth still wanted something and he rubbed his lips across the irregularity of that scar curving up from hers. He lifted her from the floor completely by her tail to give his knees a break they didn't really need, but granting himself the satisfaction of having her so completely at his hands in her stupor. She wasn't snarling anymore. It was all appeased purring coming from her. Their first kiss was an aimless touch of lips that lacked the urgency of his earlier attempt and he lazily pushed his even lazier after-strokes on her. It soon got her lively again, her purr turning back to those exciting little mewls he already couldn't get enough of hearing. Thrown in with the soft sucking sounds he drew from her squishing nook as he slipped in and out of her all the way and the whispers of their mouths meeting again and again, it made for a pretty enticing melody that gave him solid steel and half a mind to start all over.
The little captain was definitely game. As her lips parted to his and their tongues met inside her mouth, she made her big arse do a luring, awesome rotating thing that blew him away. He had been right about that at least. She did know her stuff and the breathy little laugh she let out, proved that she also knew what effect she was having on him. He declined the very insistent invite for a continuance as it would show her just how badly he wanted it. Providing her with fresh ammo to kneecap him surely wasn't the way to go here. He withdrew from her, released her tail and stepped back with a last, good look at the roundest arse he had ever laid eyes on. He could just catch the first trickles of cum drip out of her and into the gear she was hiking up. It wasn't only his scent that would be with her all day as she went about it with him staining her crotch.
Akane slipped around and back against the wall and looked him straight in the face, her impudence already returning to her. "Forgive me." she said, and she wasn't being cynical. "I forgot myself."
Vegeta stepped out of her reach when she made to touch his hand, straightened out his own gear and was forced to do a waistband-tuck because his steel wasn't leaving him. He stared her down, but couldn't keep it up for the amused grin that tugged at his lips to mirror the one coming to her scarred, flushed face.
"Don't insult me. You forgot nothing." he said and her smile regained that obnoxious tinge to show him exactly how true that was. "You have a mouth like a razor and it suits you well enough, but you watch your tongue from now on. Should you feel the need to question me again, do me the courtesy of addressing me directly. I will have you on your knees faster than it takes you to reach your end."
"Well fuck, and here I was thinking that finger-pie concluded my dress down." she smiled openly and with that scar at her mouth, quite maliciously. "I don't know about my tongue, Prince. I dig the long digger and I had to get on your nerves plenty before you were ready to swing it my way."
"You shouldn't confuse the two. This is your dress down. I knew what I wanted from you before you ever even opened that insolent gob to me." And that was saying a lot. She had wasted no time asserting herself inside that wreckage. If Vegeta was going to give himself away now, he might as well have fucked her again. "You don't get to chew me out in front of anyone. Ever. Remember that. As for my arrangement, it does not concern you. You would do well to mind your own hide. I will have no trouble stripping it off your big arse together with your rank."
The hardness was back in her eyes, the pooling gold becoming hellishly intense. The suns blind his bleeding ones, here was his bane. Hers must be the most unnerving, singular and beautiful eyes he had ever seen.
"I hope you are not asking me to grovel because I don't do that." Akane said. "Ever."
No, Vegeta didn't reckon she would. Ever. "I am telling you to know your place."
He spun to get ahead of any more of her unpleasantries and strode out with the sense that he was escaping a burning building, barely, and with flames licking at his heels.
