Vegeta said nothing as he held the fierce little captain's gaze, and she said nothing when he rubbed his hand up her smooth thigh and to her arse so that he could hold her steady. He aimed his cock at her opening and the long sigh that left her while she received him inch by inch was the first thing in the past day and night that did appease him. Some, in any case. The smell of shampoo and soap on her was absurd. She had gone overboard on her grooming again. The emergency shower that the science once conducted in this place required access to, was clearly getting a second life and since it was situated in the main lab where her men slept, they had front row seats to her taking her extravagant showers. Infuriating, that notion, as was the bombardment of artificial fragrances his nose had to deal with. It was nauseating and did sod all to hide her defilement. He immediately singled out the scent of another man in addition to another man in addition to him on her, which was more than enough to reignite his wrath. His loins had found and now lost their easy tilt to a stabbing motion that made their flesh sound out a rhythmical clamour of vindicating smacks. And she wouldn't be her if she did not have her big mouth ready for a reaction.
"Fuck, you come in hard. My cunny is on fire." Akane rushed her words to fall in with the applause her big arse was giving him for his performance. She was as quick to retract her praise, the sexy tune in her hoarse voice only deepening when she resumed: "I get that you need me to pick up the slack for your frail fuckhole, but take a fucking moment to set the mood first. Ditching your gear is not a prelude."
Challenged as Vegeta had been with denying the need to chase her down, all day and all night and well up to the point where he dressed himself for the occasion, her words struck his already overtaxed nerves.
"Shut your mouth." he demanded, grabbing her face for a kiss.
She wasn't moved to reciprocate and it took him three more tries to convince her to at least purse her lips upon contact, meeting him with a maddeningly blank look on her face every time he pulled back to look at her. When she tried to wriggle away, the last bit of patience escaped him. He pushed her to her stomach with him on top keeping his front stuck to her back to not break their union. They were grappling again, but unlike last time, Vegeta did not enjoy it. This wasn't a roll around and he put a quick end to it by giving her all his weight to bear, one hand pressed down between her shoulder blades and the other stuffing her face in the pillow to shut her up. The curves he was crushing went soft on him as he moved his hips to shift her attention back on topic and he felt her angle hers to draw his cock in deeper. It wasn't balls deep, her big arse was in the way of that, but it was as deep as their current positions allowed.
Vegeta put his lips to her ear. "Stop playing dumb with me. You need a prelude about as much as I need to hear you talk right now."
Her no doubt unpleasant answer got lost in the pillow and he fucked the following deluge of curses out of her until the only thing he could hear coming from her, were those soft mewling sounds that were so sweet to his ears. The fiercer he rammed his hips against that gobsmacking round arse, the louder she grew and he pulled her head back to set her breathless keening free. She wasn't much of a screamer, but he didn't like those anyway. With a Saiyajin's sensitive ears, it took away from the pleasure, really. Battle cries were meant for the field. Her soft, profound reward for his efforts got even more rewarding at the knowledge that the two arseholes she had taken between her thighs, would have no trouble hearing her getting her arse fucked off. Vegeta was giving them the finger right along with their captain. Certain that she was no longer intent on going anywhere but towards her own end at breakback speed, he took his weight off her and braced himself on his hands to give them both range. Akane used hers to try and catch his gaze, her hard eyes now golden and desirous, and she was bending over backwards to lock him in.
Vegeta felt his warface give way at the very dire one she was showing him and the too smug smirk that replaced it, was already riling her, those lips drawing back to reveal her sexy, back-slanted teeth. He didn't allow her to pick up steam for another rant and put their lips together to impose kiss after kiss on her, all the while escalating his ravishment until he felt out of control. There were tears gathering in the corners of her eyes and the increasingly fitful shuddering of her body suggested that it were the happy kind, yet even if it weren't, Vegeta wouldn't entertain the thought of easing up on her. He meant his claim to stick this time and he was going to substantiate the shit out of it so that when he was done with her, none of them would have any doubts left that she belonged to him. Not him, not her and not either of her two loyal hounds who would be joining her when she left this place for more permanent and suitable settlement elsewhere. Maybe he should keep her in storage after all… Sending her and her unquenchable needs off with two eager dicks in tow just didn't seem like a solid plan.
Vegeta yanked her arse up and kneeled behind her, his cock never leaving the wet vacuum of her nook as he made her get on all fours. He pushed her legs wide with his knees to give himself the best possible angle for setting free every last bit of his pent up lust, but was momentarily dissuaded by her blown up, enticingly throbbing tail creeping against his cheek. The fluffy fur tickled his skin as she let it trace across his face. Frustrated that this made him want to abandon his cause, he ignored her raising the white flag and slapped the tail away with an aggressive growl. It shot right back up in his face, twitching luringly and releasing more of that powdery scent like bewitching fumes while she crooned her persuasions. He made a snatch for the tail, trapped it under his hand as he dug his fingers into her waist and put all his weight on her again to make her give herself over to whatever he deemed fit to bestow on her, which was a whole lot more than accepting her proposal to reconciliate. Vegeta wanted his revenge.
Akane ducked down tits low, her back almost snapping as he forced her to stick her arse up just right. He had already discovered how exceedingly pliable she was and he was going to exploit that to the very limits of her lush physique. Soon he was fucking her fast enough to make himself dizzy and she was whimpering and raising her power to cope with his fury. He simply gave her more to deal with, everything around him becoming a frenzied blur. It made her come and he let her do it alone, far from finished drilling her into submission.
Akane squeaked an elated: "I'm there!"
And even in all this mayhem, it pleased Vegeta so to hear her announce her arrival that another smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. It was a foolish one that surely made him look as besotted as he felt. He sat there on his heels, panting and watching her come undone, her flexing glutes making her big arse dance while he bore witness of this climactic, unrestrained expression of her sexuality. He withdrew from her to give her an open shot, but the sex-piss that she had expelled in spurts last time, was more a gush that had her leaking small, wet stains into the futon. The sight whipped him into lusting madness and he pushed her arse cheeks apart to give himself a clear view of her pulsing, dripping, very pink and very pretty nook. He wanted to put his whole face up there to clean her out, but others had been with her and he hated her for this taint he could not and would not overcome.
Akane keened her appeasement when he eased his tip back inside her to give her friction and help her ride the wet waves of her high. Cheated, Vegeta still felt, proper hard done by, and he contemplated compensating that by turning the tiny pucker of her spinky winking up at him into a hole the size of his cock. He appreciated the occasional turn off from the beaten path, yet he could enjoy that only in consent and he was bleeding well not asking her for it. She was already throwing herself up as the opposing party again even whilst in the midst of this big, wet one he had given her. He had a lot of ground to cover here. More indeed than those arseholes. She had gone to them willingly. She must have. Neither of her underlings could overpower her like he was doing right now. Was forced to do right now. And all Vegeta could think in this moment was why? Why not him?
"Were you waiting for me?" Akane needled, short of breath but having more than enough resistance left in her.
Vegeta grabbed a fistful of her wild hair and aimed her scarred mug at the window with that poked-up slat from the blinds. "Were you watching me?"
She gave a little shrug that looked all the more comical with him making her to do the full 180 with her head. He was very obviously not on top of this. "I may have taken a peek."
Vegeta ground his teeth and stuffed her face back into the pillow. Needing to get even and satisfy at least some of his hunger, he moved in on that magnificent dumper and grabbed the taut flesh of her left arse-cheek, the one that was spoiled prettily by a whitish scar splashed across her honey skin. It was from a burn. Maybe she really did straddle firepits. He suspected her mad enough for such just to prove a point to him, but the scar was old. Perhaps it had been for the benefit of some other unlucky suitor challenged with making her roll over.
Akane jolted and hitched in her breath when Vegeta bit into her arse like he was taking a bite from a big, juicy apple. He did it again, then sucked a small, red kiss into her flesh. His approach clearly was a leg-opener for her. She threw them wide, threw up that arse for him to retake and put her nook within reach of his mouth, offering him something even juicier to sink his teeth in. His lust went sour on him again and she jolted more when he moved on to bite her other arse-cheek just short of drawing blood before sucking two more love-bites into her skin. Vegeta was marking her, planting actual flags and leaving behind evidence of their twining, unconsciously until he saw those fresh blemishes shine up at him. It was a pleasing sight. Reassuring. He ran his mouth up her spine, followed the sexy rill in her back all the way to the nape of her neck where he swept her wild tresses aside and left more red spots everywhere his lips landed. It wasn't enough. He roughly mashed their faces together to rub off his scent on her and let her and her underlings know that she was to be his and his alone.
Those gorgeous legs were closing on him and she was trying to slither away again, refusing further claims. Vegeta made them anyway, red spots turning up wherever his mouth visited as he moved from her jaw down the side of her neck, the tender junction to her shoulder and straight across to the arm he was forcing behind her back. He grabbed her other arm, bound her wrists together with one hand and used the other to guide himself and pin her to the futon with his cock. Her yield was instantaneous, maybe even in spite of herself, as he set out to work through his wrath. She evidently got her kicks from her submission as much as he got them from mastering her and he was more than happy to grant her the oppression she was so desperate for.
Vegeta resumed sacking her gorgeous body, greedily taking everything he wanted from her in this venture for the exclusive rights to its splendour. The fierce little captain gave it all up without reserve and his frustration finally lessened at how well their tendencies chimed. He cupped her chin and drew her head back to bring them in an upside down face to face. She searched out his gaze in their bungled positions, her fingers fisting in his hair to keep him close as he lined up their lips for an odd and exciting, long, quite neatly executed upside down kiss. She returned it, fully, so positively spilling over with passion for him that it made him abandon his aggression altogether. The brutal trashing of his hips became more controlled and unhurried and easier for her to fall into step with, and the quiet that settled between them, gave room for the soft, wet sounds of their merging. She accompanied her squishing with the softest, hoarsest sighs and his whole body was getting in tune with it. More than he wanted this to get him off, he wanted it to be good to her, not as a byproduct of him working towards his own end, but for her, because she made her pleasure sound so sweet. He liked a challenge, but he liked a good win better and she was letting him have it, at last and to his heart's content. He was losing and winning all at once.
Akane made her big arse do that rotating thing she had used to try and lure him into a continuance the first time he had jumped her and it blew him away again. Vegeta let her work her magic all she wanted, his groans that were for the most part kept internal, becoming audible at how she was making his cock stir her soaked nook. He reared for a visual, remembering to grab her hips just in case she got struck with the need to bolt again. She wasn't and lithely hopped on all fours with him, her gaze aimed over her shoulder at the mindblower of a throwback she started giving him. The only thing that could have made her look any more absorbed, would be if she stuck out her tongue in concentration.
"I shouldn't like you for using that big arse against me." Vegeta grabbed two handfuls for emphasis.
"You would." Akane panted, still more intent on what she was doing. "But you let that big head get in your way."
She let two arseholes get in his way. Confronting her on her disgusting pastimes would be screwing himself though. It was sure to put a swift end to this very dicey truce. Vegeta snatched her by the hair for more upside-down kisses and by the time he cut her loose again, they had perfected those, he was running out of air and she was reaching for the stars. He bit his bottom lip and added his thrusts to her near manic back and forth in a rather desperate attempt of catching her up to his own high rushing in on him. He was setting himself up for failure and lost out on her mimicking his gesture, the biting of her lip lending more power to her already orgasmic expression.
"Fuck." Vegeta cursed, giving up his cum in three short bursts.
"Fuck yes." Akane outdid him, slurring her words and letting her pleasure rule her tongue and all. "You are so fucking awesome. I love that face you have on right now. Don't pull your dick out. I want to come with you in me."
Vegeta wasn't exchanging that gripping nook for anything, not even the glorious sight of her pissing herself again. Hell, he would sleep in it if she let him. He pulled her up against his chest and she went to mush in his arms, her body seized by fitful jitters. She was brimming, then spilling over as he sat back on his heels, her juice drenching his lap. He kept her close, rubbed their lips together, her every moan and hitchy breath he inhaled banishing the usual tinge of repulsion that would accompany the inevitable drop after his peak. He was curiously void of the need to shut her out while he utilized the strike of laze to piece himself back together and replenish his shortages. He wasn't short of anything bar his phantom tail seeking hers. It was as though she sensed this when her fluffed up, silky appendage coiled with the arm he had slung around her hips. This was where he would extract himself, either by turning his back and going to sleep or getting up and leaving altogether, but he wanted to stick around for the aftermath, wanted to share the satisfaction and be here, a while longer. It was the first time, ever, that he felt like there was no elsewhere to be, nothing to do that took priority over this, despite his afterglow leaving him exposed and tender. He wanted to stay.
His bane was coming out of her daze. She raised her arms and reached back to drape them around his neck, opening herself to the hands Vegeta was impelled to send up her body. He let her perfect tits sit in his palms and dipped his lips to the sexy little mouth she raised for him to kiss.
"Another great fucking day in the morning." Akane sighed happily and she perked at him letting her small, hard nipples trace circles into his palms.
"I wasn't too thrilled about the last one." Vegeta murmured in between lazily nipping at her upper lip. He rocked his hips to initiate a cum-laced, sloopy slow-fuck that felt so nice, he wanted to forgo broaching the subject and ruin the mood, but was the exact reason why he did broach it. "Why would you slink off like that?"
The kisses she answered with were soft and sensual like the rolling of her hips. It was meant to throw his guard down and leave him open for the stinging bite she gave his bottom lip. He drew back with a hiss and seized her by the face, watching with sheer delusional infatuation how her scarred, pretty features darkened. His aggression was flaring up at her defiance and he was split between wanting to keep kissing her and punching her in the mouth. He was becoming as volatile as she was.
"Isn't that what darters do?" Akane hissed. "I thought you wanted me to step my game up. I would hate to be responsible for boring your sack off." And then, switching back to the irresistibly seductive version of herself: "It is easily the next best thing on you. When you give me the rear-action with that long digger, your balls hit me right in the lazy spot."
Vegeta was cracking up and there was nothing he could do about it. How right that was. With her, it was a lazy spot. Giving this undeniable force of nature the benefits of a simultaneous twirl would not be adding value or even taking shortcuts, it would be cutting corners. What charmed him even more than her remark, was how she didn't just have a talent for switching moods like a schizoid, she could also very easily let it all reign her in concurrence. And the filth she gave tongue to. That was some next level dirty talking and it was turning him onto her like red fever. It was quite something he had on his hands here, but attaining the unattainable was his core business.
"You have been heeding my words." Vegeta mocked, jogging her by the face. Sadly, it wasn't making her smile like it had done that first time. He was in for a do over, but she was obviously sore about some sidenotes that paled in comparison to all the slights he had suffered. Never mind her assailing him with insults every time she opened her big mouth, him calling her a darter, that was what they needed to revisit. She sure knew how to hold a grudge. And to use his words against him. She was twisting them any way that suited her. "Not quite as well as you could have, though."
The little deviant did smile now and even behind his grasping hand, he could see that it was a very sly one. "Hey, all I know is that you told me you couldn't be arsed with watching over me while I train in your tank. Oh, and that you mean exactly what you say."
"I meant it when I told you to keep this for me." Vegeta said softly and he underlined his words by dipping a finger in between the folds of silk that kept her lazy spot. He sought her ear and kissed the outer rim that stood away from her face just enough to give her looks that impish, mesmerizing quality. "And I don't think I was being vague."
"Not vague, no." Akane agreed softly. "You sounded a bit desperate if you ask me." She moved her nook with his swirling finger that was making her much too sweet already, her interior he was still occupying flexing and softening and counting down the beats to her next climax. "Stop being lazy." She swatted his hand away. "Anyroad, I wasn't aware that the sovereign's authority extended into the bedchamber."
Vegeta enlaced their fingers, her slender digits fitting his as neatly as the tit that still sat in his other hand. "That is a given when you invite me into your bed."
"Or indeed, my slit." Akane spat even as he started churning her womb with his cock and she hollowed her back to maximize his reach. "This isn't my bed." She twitched at the deep nudge he gave her. "And I didn't invite you."
"You allowed me between your thighs. It is the same thing." Vegeta kissed her ear again, right where she could hear it best this time and she drew her shoulder up, actually cringing a little. She wasn't half so tough as she wanted him to think she was. "Come on, fireball. Stop being such a hard little nut to crack." He lifted her by the waist, slowly creating space between their sticky groins and have her slide off his cock, then feeding her his inches again and taking her back into his lap. "Aren't we having fun?"
Another, more persistent nudge of his hips encouraged her to admit that they were. "Heaps and shitloads."
Vegeta was swaying her, surely. She hugged his arms around her and guided his hands to more of her tender spots while him mouthing the very sweet one that her ear was, made her shrink and battle a quite adorable giggle. Her contention wasn't simply in her interaction with others, it was in her. Like with that powdery scent that was so delicate while she was the toughest little fighter he had ever happened across and those fierce scars waging war against the beauty of her finely carved features. She was strife in the flesh. A walking contradiction. An enigma he couldn't wait to unravel every little piece of.
"Be mine." Vegeta said and he wasn't making requests anymore. He had to have her. "Your straying turns me off."
Her wayward nature had her riled instantly and she rallied her many incongruities into the single purpose of opposing him. "Straying?" she laughed and it couldn't have been further from the adorable giggles he had just pried out of her. "Oh no, Prince, I am lone and free to wander wherever the fuck I please." She caught him hard on the mouth, her kiss ferocious like her disposition. "By the by, have you told that pinger how turned off you are yet? You keep using it on me so well, I don't think it knows."
Vegeta intercepted the following kiss and forced her lips into pursing with his fingers before planting a sound one himself. "You may have been better off wandering past me. I tend to deal with my opponents by crushing them." He grinned. "Slowly."
She became so tame so suddenly, he thought it wise to be ready for anything, especially when she didn't skip a step with the small, tight, pulls of her hips. She was hardly moving, but since he was hardly moving as well and in the opposite direction, they achieved a nice dip together all the same.
"Leave those bleeders alone." Akane told him off entirely without belligerence. "They have nothing to do with this. They are unaware of the liberties they are taking. I made sure of that."
Hence the extravagant showers, Vegeta understood. It hadn't been for his benefit. Nor for theirs. She had been out to serve herself. Not in fessing up, though. That served to save her underlings the humiliation of a sure defeat. They were side issue to him. At best. His business was with her and her alone.
"I am not the one who included them. Like you said, men will chase their cocks and considering what you are giving away, I wouldn't expect them to pass that up even if they had been aware. I meant you. You have seen nothing yet. I am going to use my pinger on you so well, you will be crying mercy. And when I have flushed those arseholes from you and you are lying at my feet in your own piss, you will understand that unless you are willing to settle for mediocrity, all your wanderings will lead you straight back to me."
No giggle, no derision, it was the sexy, vivacious laugh he got from her. "I really hope your skill measures up to that bragging mouth."
Vegeta took a gamble, and a huge one, on her apparent haste to find that out and used his hips to impel her back on her hands and knees. She tricked him by going over readily and letting him find his groove, then made a break for it. She flung herself forward, practically skittering up the wall to get away. She wasn't fast enough by far, though he liked her for trying. He grabbed her ankle, flipped her and made her flop onto her back on the futon. She stayed there, her excitement – and anger – plain in the way her chest was heaving. He reached out to touch those jaunty tits rising and falling under his gaze. She caught his forearm with hers to block him. He tried again and got the same result.
"I am not yours." Akane snapped, pointing her finger in his face as she warded off his third attempt at a grope.
Yet when Vegeta pushed her hand away and moved over her, she threw her thighs wide for him to crawl between and took him back in nice and deep.
"No." he agreed, laughing softly at this fickle little thing that was charming him so. "But you will be."