Warning: Questionable Consent
Quenching the Lustful Thirst
It was a quiet afternoon on Kame Island, the sun hanging lazily in the sky as waves lapped gently against the shore. Goku and Krillin were busy training off the island, leaving the small island in an unusual state of calm.
Inside the cozy little house, Launch was humming happily as she swept the floor. Her blue hair shimmered in the sunlight streaming through the open windows, and her cheerful tune filled the air. She paused to dust Master Roshi's bookshelf, oblivious to the stack of "antique magazines" he'd tucked away on the bottom shelf. "This place is so peaceful," she murmured to herself, smiling. "Master Roshi is such a kind soul, letting me stay here. I couldn't ask for a nicer place to live."
From behind a large armchair in the corner, Master Roshi sat crouched, his sunglasses gleaming. He pretended to read a newspaper, though the paper was upside down. Peering over the top of it, his eyes were glued to Launch as she moved gracefully around the room. Eagerly, Master Roshi eyed his maid. "Such a dedicated worker," he whispered to himself, nodding in exaggerated approval. "Truly inspiring..." His gaze lowered to her buttocks. "... in every way."
Oh yes, Goku couldn't have returned with a better woman when he asked the boy to bring him a beautiful woman in exchange for training him. Master Roshi was immediately infatuated with her beauty, and he was overjoyed he'd managed to persuade her to stay on Kame Island. Loyal and oblivious to his many faults, Launch was just the type of woman Roshi wanted to serve him.
Launch picked up a stack of towels and carried them toward the laundry room, still humming her cheerful tune. She let out a soft sigh, brushing a stray lock of blue hair behind her ear. "All this cleaning has worn me out," she admitted, stretching her arms overhead. "I think it's time for a nice, hot shower."
Still humming her cheerful tune, she disappeared into the bathroom.
Unbeknownst to Launch, Master Roshi quickly stirred behind her.
Master Roshi stood rigidly in front of the wooden door, his posture weathered yet commanding. He stood mostly upright but with a subtle slouch betraying an undercurrent of hesitation. A pair of mirrored sunglasses concealed his eyes, reflecting the world back at it without revealing anything of his doubt, yet something about the faint downturn of his mouth and the slight furrow in his brow hinted at unease. His jaw, though set, quivered just perceptibly, as if wrestling with an unspoken question. One hand flexed at his side, the one not holding the prize in his possession, fingers curling and uncurling in a restless rhythm.
His ears perked up as the sound of running water reached his ears. Young Launch was behind this door. Naked... and not a single curve hidden. Hot water running down her collarbone, tracing the delicate curve of her neck before cascading over the swell of her breasts in languid, shimmering trails, blending the heat of the shower with the softness of her skin... He gulped at the thought. His eyes returned to that which his hand held – a panty. The panty Launch had been wearing only minutes before. The piece of underwear that had snuggly pressed against her folds for the entire morning. Without hesitance he brought it closer to his nose and took a long whiff.
"Heh heh..." he chuckled as her scent filled his nostrils, his sleazy grin broadening, saliva running down his white beard. His cheeks blushed, his eyes darkening behind his shades. Launch could be as oblivious as she was beautiful, recklessly leaving all her discarded clothes in place for him to find and admire. She's such a considerate young woman!
At first, eying Launch from afar had been enough for him, occasionally filling his desires by an "accidental" touch here and there. Then he'd found the courage to sniff and lick her used underwear, temporarily scratching his perverted itches for a while. But that too had now become unfulfilling.
It was infuriating. He was one of the legendary heroes who had been responsible for sealing away King Piccolo. He deserved some stimuli for all his heroics!
For so long he'd lived alone; not a woman in sight other than the ones stilled in his magazines. Until Bulma had shown him her young and tender pussy when they first met, he'd gone decades without even a gander at the feminine flesh. And other than Bulma's puff-puff, he couldn't even remember that last time he was even given a flash of sideboob.
He deserved a true boon, and this was the day he decided. The day the old hermit would finally quench his lustful thirst.
His grin broadened as far as it could. Hands shook no longer as he reached for the doorknob. The feminine splendor that had eluded him for so long was in his clutches, and he was determined to pounce!
Launch sank onto the small wooden stool in the shower, the steady stream of warm water cascading over her. The heat soothed her aching muscles, but not entirely. Her body was still heavy with the weight of a long morning. "Hmmm~!" She mumbled a soft melody as her fingers moved absentmindedly, lathering the bar of soap until her hands were coated in a rich, fragrant foam. Slowly, she began to work it across her skin, her motions deliberate and methodical.
She sighed as her hands slid over her arms, her skin smooth and soft beneath the soap. The gentle pressure of her own touch seemed to ease some of the tension knotted in her shoulders. She moved to her neck, tilting her head forward to let the water run down her back in soothing rivulets. "Ah~!"
The soap left a glossy sheen over her skin, catching the light as it mingled with the water. Her legs, tired from hours of standing and moving, felt like they belonged to someone else. She reached for her calves, her movements slower now, her energy waning. The rhythmic sound of the water striking the tiled floor and the steamy warmth enveloping her created a fragile cocoon, one she was reluctant to leave. Her mind drifted as she reached for her back, her arm barely managing to stretch far enough to scrub the spots she couldn't quite reach.
She paused, letting her arms fall to her sides. The water continued its gentle assault, washing away the soap as it trailed over her shoulders and down her spine. She rested for a moment, her head tilting back slightly, eyes closed against the mist.
She didn't hear the faint creak of the bathroom door opening until it was too late.
"Huh?" She froze when the door opened suddenly behind her. The hiss of the showerhead and the steady patter of water on tile almost drowned out the sound of the door creaking on its hinges. Almost.
Turning her head slightly, she peeked over her shoulder, strands of damp hair clinging to her cheek. The fogged glass and the steam rising around her didn't conceal much. She recognized him instantly – the thin, lanky frame, slowly marching forward.
"M- Master? W- What are you doing?" she called out, her voice softer than she intended, echoing faintly in the small bathroom. One arm instinctively came up to cover her barren chest; her other hand hastily clutched the front of her stool to conceal her cleft.
"Heh heh!" the old master snickered from her reaction. He had undressed before he made his entry. Nothing but a towel concealed the nakedness of his crotch. Then, without answering, he closed the door behind him with a soft click, sealing them in the warmth of the steam-filled space.
"You've done so much for me, Launch," he said, his voice carrying an easy calm that contrasted with her tense posture. He stepped closer, eager with each step as his maid's naked back was revealed to him, his bare feet padding on the tiled floor. Water trailed down her back, following the natural contours of her body. Down her small waist until it reached her tailbone where her hips broadened. His piston throbbed as he stared at the slit of her ass. "I want to repay the favor."
Launch stiffened slightly when she felt his shadow fall over her, the heat of him against her back almost as intense as the water running over her skin. Her lips parted as if to protest, but she said nothing. Her gaze flicked back to the wall in front of her, her hands gripping the edge of the small wooden stool she sat on.
"Let me," he said gently, trying not to reveal his eagerness to finally touch the barren skin of the woman he had desired for weeks now.
For a beat, she didn't respond, her grip tightening on the stool. Then, with a slow exhale, she nodded. "A- All right..." Her head was as red as a tomato. What was her old master thinking walking up to her in such an intimate setting? She was sure her master intentions were pure – he had allowed her to live here freely after all – but that did not mean she felt comfortable letting him wash her so.
That was when his hands finally met her shoulders. She stiffened when his leathery hands met her smooth shoulders. Bath soap made his palms fluid as he began to roam her shoulder blades. She let out a small breath, almost a sigh, as his hands moved with deliberate care, tracing the lines of tension across her back. The warmth of his touch blended with the steamy heat of the water cascading around them, creating a cocoon of intimacy.
"Hmmmm" the old man droned as his fingers found their rhythm, gliding over her skin with soft, circular motions. It had been long since Master Roshi had touched a woman like this. Young woman had such soft skin~! "There we go, Launch. No need to be so stiffy!"
One stiffy is more than enough after all, heh heh!
As he reached the curve of her lower back, Launch relaxed somewhat, her shoulders dropping ever so slightly, as did the arm covering her chest. There was nothing wrong with this, she told herself. Her master was a good man who merely wanted to show his gratitude. Yes... This was fine.
She couldn't see the lustful expression on his face, the intensity in his eyes as he worked over her skin, lost in the moment.
"You've been holding all this stress here," he murmured, his voice low and close to her ear, the sound nearly lost in the rush of water.
Her lips quirked in a faint smile, though she didn't turn to look at him. "L- Long week," she stuttered.
"Let me take care of you," he replied, his tone gentle but firm. He leaned forward slightly, the distance between them narrowing as his hands moved with purpose, smoothing over every inch of her back. Like this, he tried to catch a glimpse of her naked chest. Unfortunately, her crossed arms made it difficult to see much more than some squelched flesh.
Of course, the mere sight of supple flesh was enough for a perv like him to feel his appendage stir. "Oh shit," he murmured, barely able to draw his hips away to avoid premature contact with his maid's back.
"Hmmm?"
"N- Nothing!"
With each pass of his hands, Launch's posture softened, her initial stiffness melting away like ice under the warmth of his palms. Silence hung between them, filled only by the sound of the shower and the occasional sigh that escaped her lips.
"Better?" he asked after a moment, his hands lingering near her shoulders.
She tilted her head to one side, offering him a small, contented nod. "Much," she replied softly, the tension in her voice replaced by something lighter, more at ease. Once more, the defensive covering of her breasts slackened somewhat. This wasn't as bad as she dreaded back when her master opened the bathroom door. She closed her eyes, her head lolling back.
Encouraged by her soft approval, the hermit's hands returned to her shoulders, this time with firmer pressure. His fingers worked deliberately, kneading the tension from her muscles with a forcefulness that was somehow both confident and soothing.
The warmth of his touch, combined with the heat of the shower, seemed to seep into her, melting away the exhaustion that had weighed her down all day. A subtle, unfamiliar sensation began to stir deep within her, spreading like the gentle warmth of the steam that surrounded them. Without meaning to, a soft sound of pleasure escaped her lips – unbidden, quiet, yet unmistakable.
Her cheeks flushed immediately, a warm pink blooming across her face. She bit her lip, silently willing the sound to fade into the rhythm of the falling water, unnoticed. How shameful... Her pulse quickened slightly as she shifted on the stool, half-hoping he wouldn't acknowledge it.
"Heh heh!" the old man wallowed at her response to his touches. "Not bad huh, Launch? Just relax. Let Master Roshi take good care of you."
She hesitated, her lips parting to respond, but the words caught in her throat. Her muscles stiffened again, despite his efforts to coax them into relaxation. She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry despite the steam surrounding her. The subtle shift in the atmosphere made her hyperaware of everything: the heat of his hands on her skin, the way the water traced patterns down her arms, even the faint echo of his voice bouncing off the tiled walls. Only now she noticed her nipples had stiffened into pebbles against her arm.
Was she overthinking it? She had been exhausted, frazzled after a long morning, and maybe – just maybe – she was reading too much into a simple moment of closeness.
Still, a part of her couldn't ignore the way her heart raced, or how her usual calm composure seemed to have slipped away entirely. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply, trying to recenter herself.
But she could not be blamed for the sudden gasp that left her throat thereafter.
All too sudden and filled with impatience, leathery palms slid down her shoulders with a speed akin to snow during an avalanche. He overtook the defensive arm that had slackened from her leniency and made a full scoop for her bosom.
"M- Master?!" Launch screeched with panic from his sudden grope. Her senses heightened even more when the old man pressed against her from behind, the hardness poking against her back erasing all doubt of her master's intent.
"Launch!" Master Roshi's leathery hands engulfed Launch's breasts, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he squeezed and molded them to his will. "Heh heh!" Such suppleness! The softness of a young woman... It had been so long! Blood dribbled from his nostrils as her nipples poked against his palms like tiny pebbles whilst he embraced the elastic mounds with his fingers. "Your tits feel so nice, Launch!" He pinched and rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a gasp from Launch's lips.
"M- Master, please..." she whimpered. Her body filled with panic. What had gotten over him all of a sudden?! Launch hesitated for a moment, her hands hovering uncertainly over Master Roshi's wrists. She wanted to push him away, to tell him that this was wrong, that they couldn't do this, but lacking the determination to deny him outright.
Master Roshi chuckled loudly by her hesitation. "You're mine now, Launch," he growled, his hot breath tickling her ear. "Every inch of this delicious body belongs to me." To prove his point, he slid one hand down her stomach, past her belly button, until his fingers brushed against the curls at the juncture of her thighs. Launch shuddered, her legs parting instinctively.
"M- Master..." she whimpered again, her voice barely audible over the sound of the running water.
Master Roshi wore a goofy, lust-filled grin, his fingers delving deeper, excitedly seeking out her most sensitive spot. "That's right," he purred. "Just relax and let me play with you." Her eyes squeezed shut when he licked her cheek.
Launch's body betrayed her, arching into his touch as his fingers found her clit and began to circle it slowly. A moan escaped her lips, and her hands fell limply to her sides. Master Roshi took advantage of her submission, sliding two fingers inside her tight channel. "Oooh~!" His cock throbbed as his fingers were enveloped in her heat. And the tightness...~! She was so warm, so soft, so tight. He had forgotten how wonderful it felt to be inside a woman. "So wet already," he spoke approvingly, his voice filled with enthusiasm, pumping his digits in and out of her. "You want this, don't you, Launch?" Launch bit her lip, unable to deny the truth of his words.
"N- No," Launch gasped, trying to sound convincing even as her body betrayed her. But her words were undermined by a sharp cry of pleasure as Master Roshi stretched her even further. Her inner walls clenched around him, trying to draw him deeper.
"Liar," he accused, a sly grin playing at the corners of his mouth. "Your body tells a different story, heh heh!" To emphasize his point, he curled his fingers upwards, rubbing against that special spot deep inside her. Launch cried out as a wave of ecstasy crashed over her. Master Roshi marveled at the way Launch's pussy clenched and unclenched around his fingers. It was like a warm, wet vice, gripping him tightly, pulling him in deeper. He could feel her inner walls fluttering, pulsing with her arousal. It was a sensation he had almost forgotten, but it came rushing back to him now, as vivid and intense as it had been decades ago.
Suddenly, Master Roshi pulled his fingers out of her, leaving Launch feeling empty and bereft. Before she could protest, however, her mouth was filled by his juice-stained fingers. "Heh heh, taste it! Taste how wet you are!" His fingers swirled over her tongue, forcing the musky taste of her own arousal down her throat. Master Roshi groaned, his cock twitching against her backside. "You like that, don't you?" he murmured, pupils widened with adrenaline, bobbing his fingers between her lips, reveling his control over his maid. "You're enjoying the taste of your own juices."
Master Roshi's free hand found Launch's nipple, pinching and pulling at the sensitive bud. Launch arched her back, a moan escaping her lips around his fingers. He grasped her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and gave a sharp tug, stretching the elastic flesh as much as he could. "Heh heh!" He released the nipple from his clutches, eagerly eying the way it wobbled back into place. "Wonderful!"
He licked his lips. More! He wanted to explore her more!
Launch screeched when Roshi suddenly released his grip on Launch's hips and pushed her forward, sending her tumbling to the floor. Launch landed on her back with a thud, the air knocked out of her lungs. Before she could recover, before the warmth of the slippery tiles pressed against her back even registered, he was on her. With hands on her thighs, he spread her wide, his bald head flying down between her trembling legs. His white beard prickled against her most intimate region.
Launch gasped in shock and surprise as she felt his tongue, hot and wet, swipe through her folds. He lapped at her like a man starved, his tongue delving deep into her core, tasting her, savoring her. Launch tried to squirm away, but Master Roshi's hands gripped her hips, holding her in place.
"No, please," she whimpered, but her body betrayed her, arching into his mouth, seeking more of his skilled tongue.
Master Roshi chuckled against her pussy, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through her. He focused his attention on her clit, sucking and flicking the sensitive nub until Launch was writhing beneath him. Her sweetness graced his taste buds as he eagerly lapped up all the juices her labia provided, as if trying to lick dry an endless well. He loved the way her hips rode against his face as she gasped form his vigor.
"Master Roshi, please," she begged, not even sure what she was asking for. More? Less? To stop? But he didn't stop, his tongue relentless, driving her towards a peak she was unsure she wanted to reach.
Launch was panting, her body on fire with need, as Master Roshi continued his relentless assault on her pussy. She couldn't take it anymore; she needed to come. Desperately, she threw her hands against his bald head, trying to push him harder against her. "Please Master," she gasped, "I need...I need..." She couldn't even form the words, her mind too consumed by the pleasure coursing through her. Master Roshi seemed to understand, his tongue delving even deeper, his beard prickling her thighs as she ground her groin against his mouth. Launch could feel her orgasm building, starting in her core and spreading outwards, her toes curling, her back arching. Just a little more, just a little...
And then it hit her, the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. Launch screamed, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around Master Roshi's tongue as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Master Roshi didn't let up, continuing to lick and suck with all he had, drawing out her orgasm until she was a boneless, quivering mess. Finally, he pulled back, his face glistening with her juices. Launch lay there, panting, her body covered in a sheen of sweat.
And Master Roshi hadn't even entered her yet.
Master Roshi was impatient, his cock throbbing with need. He wanted to be inside Launch, to feel her tight pussy around him. Without hesitation, he grabbed her hips and set her in position. Like this, her back was directly underneath the shower head, hot water running down her even hotter body. "H- Hands against the wall, Launch!" he commanded, his voice rough with desire and impatience. "Spread your legs," he ordered. Launch obeyed her master, her body still trembling from her orgasm. She pressed her hands against the cool wall, spreading her legs as wide as they would go, and arched her back, pushing her ass up in the air. She could feel his eyes on her, taking in the sight of her dripping pussy. You're mine now," he growled, his eyes wild with lust.
Master Roshi stood behind her before she had even completed presenting, his eyes feasting on the sight of her glistening pussy, ready and waiting for him. Her young folds glistened and were slightly parted. It was such a beautiful sight! "H- Heh heh heh!" He hollered in a crazed manner. His heart was beating so fast he thought he was hyperventilating! He couldn't wait any longer. He needed to claim her! Pierce her as his own! He lined up his cock with her leaking snatch. Launch could only whimper in response, her body trembling with anticipation. He teased her entrance with the head of his cock, rubbing it up and down her slit. Launch whimpered, trying to push back against him, but his grip on her hips held her in place. "Here I go!"
"Ngh!" With one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her. Launch cried out, her nails scratching the tiled wall. He was so big, stretching her walls to their limit.
Master Roshi paused, savoring the feeling of her around him. His head lolled back in response to claiming his first woman in decades, his cheeks puffed. She was so tight, so perfect. He had been without a woman for so long, and now he was finally inside one, claiming her, making her his. Nothing could beat being inside such a young maiden!
I... feel so blessed!
Master Roshi began to move, thrusting in and out of Launch with a ferocity that belied his age. He took Launch with a hunger that was almost frightening.
"You have no idea how long I've waited for this," he grunted, his hips snapping forward. "All those long years, watching all you beautiful girls refusing to give me anything more than a peek for afar. I've dreamed of this moment." Launch could only moan in response, her body overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled so completely. Master Roshi's cock was hitting places inside her that she didn't even know existed, sending jolts of pleasure through her with each thrust. "You feel so good," he groaned.
In contrast to the old man's vocalness, Launch offered nothing but a song of grunts and moans as her tits bounced wildly with each thrust, the heavy globes swaying and jiggling as Master Roshi pounded into her from behind. She could feel every inch of his cock sliding in and out of her, stretching her, filling her completely. Her moans grew louder, echoing off the walls of the bathroom as Master Roshi's pace increased. He gripped her hips tightly, pulling her back to meet his thrusts, burying himself balls deep inside her with each stroke. Launch could feel her second orgasm building, her pussy clenching and unclenching around him.
"Launch!" Her moans created a melody that was like music in his ears. This was it! This was the feeling he'd been chasing for so long! Having such a nubile woman at his mercy, her desirable body molded around him, eager for his touch! It'd been so long since his last. Never again! He'd make sure she never leave him, consequences be damned! He rounded his back, determinedly pressing his chest against her back, his hands settling on her heaving tits, eager to lock her into place. Master Roshi's breath was hot against her ear. "I'm going to fill you with my seed," Master Roshi growled, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "I'm going to breed you, Launch! You're going to carry my child!"
Launch's eyes widened in shock and fear. Her body tensed, her head snapping back with eyes wide open. "No," she gasped, shaking her head. "Please, Master Roshi, I don't want- I can't-" She tried to push him away, to squirm out from under him, but he was far too strong.
"You can and you will," he insisted, his arms wrapping around her midsection. "You were made for this, Launch. To be a vessel for my seed."
"No, Master Roshi, please!" she begged. "I don't want to get pregnant!" But her pleas fell on deaf ears. Master Roshi was too far gone in his lust. Launch continued to struggle, but it was no use. Master Roshi was too powerful. He pinned her down with ease, his cock driving into her relentlessly. Launch could feel her orgasm building, despite her fear and distress. The pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming. "No," she whimpered again, but it was half-hearted. Her body betrayed her, responding to Master Roshi's touch.
"You're mine now," he said, his voice low and possessive. "You belong to me, Launch. And I'm going to claim you, over and over again, until my seed takes root inside you."
Launch cried out as the orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing with pleasure. "No!" she screamed, unsure whether it was in response to Master Roshi's declaration or her own dread of losing control over her body. Her pussy spasmed and clenched around his cock, her juices gushing out to mix with his sweat. Master Roshi grunted and thrust harder, fucking her through her climax, prolonging her pleasure.
Master Roshi continued to thrust into her, his own release imminent. Launch thrashed and bucked against him, her nails raking down the wall. She was lost, drowning in sensation, her mind blanking out as her body took over. "Yes," he hissed, his grip on her almost painful. "I'm going to cum inside you!" Master Roshi screamed as he reached his peak, his cock pulsing inside Launch's tight channel. "Get pregnant!" He pumped her full of his hot, sticky seed, his hips jerking erratically as he rode out the waves of his orgasm. His body was old and withered, but his seeds were potent as they reached deep.
Launch barely managed to stay on her feet, limp and unresisting, as he filled her with his essence. The warm, viscous fluid coated her insides, each pulse of his cock sending another wave of semen coursing through her. She could feel it reaching the farthest recesses of her body, filling her completely. A sense of dread contorted her face, but her body continued to clench around him, milking him for every last drop.
Master Roshi collapsed on top of her, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "You're mine now, Launch," he said again, his voice hoarse from exertion. "You'll give me a child, and we'll be together forever." Launch didn't respond. She couldn't. All she could manage was keeping herself erected, Master Roshi's seed leaking out of her abused pussy. She felt dirty, ashamed, and yet...there was a part of her that couldn't deny the intense pleasure she had experienced. Her body had betrayed her, responding eagerly to Master Roshi's touch even as her mind screamed in protest. She didn't know what to feel, what to think. All she knew was that the running water of the showerhead wasn't enough to make her feel clean.
Master Roshi willed himself off of his maid, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Rest now, Launch," he said, his hand resting possessively on her belly. "You'll need your strength for what's to come."
Timidly, she nodded her head.
Four months later during breakfast, Goku noted that Launch was getting fat...