Dark Desire
Author:
Tempest12
Disclaimer:
I don't own DBZ or Vegeta, however I should perhaps seek therapy for
have
twisted fantasies about an anime character.
Author's
Note: Thanks so much for the reviews. I really, really appreciate them.
I
feel that I should point out something about myself at this point too.
Especially
if any of you have read my Inuyasha fic. I do believe in love! I
think
it is the most wonderful thing in the universe and I myself am madly in
love
with my husband. However, there are different kinds of love and
sometimes
the
path there can be jaded. So even though I mock it, it doesn't mean that
I
don't
think it exists. Okay, enough of that enjoy and merry met.
Chapter
Three Indiscretion
Her
POV
It
had been one full month since the incident in the hall, one month since
I
laid
eyes on him. I had avoided him like the black plague and he didn't seem
to
inclined
to seek me out either. Not that he would. I had not told anybody about
what
he did to me that day. How he had reduced me to a begging baka
trembling
for
his touch.
The
guilt ate at me until I could barely stand it. Since that day, I had
devoted
myself
to being the perfect girlfriend. Caring, loving and attentive. I hung
on
my
lover's every word and the sun and the moon rose only for him. I was
vigorous
in
bed, trying to please my boyfriend in every way, and blot out the
memory of
his
hands on my flesh.
As
the days passed, I threw myself into my work and idolized my lover, but
I
could
not escape the ever growing, sick feeling at the pit of my stomach. It
was
deep
inside of me, where the darkest urges dwell, a place where other human
beings
shouldn't be allowed to see. A dark abyss where only the bravest or
most
depraved
part of a persons soul could barely peer into. I craved his touch.
It
was late in the evening and everyone in the household had bedded down
for the
night.
All except me. I wondered through the darkened rooms searching for
something.
I reflected on my relationship with the "perfect" man. He was
handsome
and strong. He smiled easily and spoiled me endlessly. Now that he has
the
chance to experience life for the second time he has become attentive
in all
things,
and has made no secret of the fact that he wanted to marry me.
When
he asked me, I didn't feel the blinding happiness that I thought that I
would.
Instead I felt a sinking sensation as I accepted his proposal, only
after
he
agreed on a long engagement. We decided that after the androids were
defeated
that
we would be wed. Why didn't I feel complete? He offered me everything
that
I
ever dreamed of. My Prince on a white charger, the perfect man.
Maybe,
he wasn't as perfect as I tried to pretend he was. Before his death he
had
been unfaithful to me, but people change don't they? So I gave him
another
chance.
He was strong, one of the strongest men in the world in fact. It would
be
unfair to compare him to our resident aliens. Wouldn't it? He was
enthusiastic
in bed as well, but I was always left vaguely unsatisfied. Like
something
was missing. These weren't reasons to end a loving relationship
though,
they are just petty concerns. Weren't they? If you loved someone, you
loved
everything about them. Didn't you?
While
I had been lost in my thoughts I didn't realize that I had come to a
crossroads
of sorts. To my left lay a darkened corridor that led to unimaginable
pleasures
at an unworldly cost and to my right was an illuminated hall that led
to
security and the purity of love.
Lust
or Love? Darkness or Light? His room or mine?
Slowly
I turned and I descended into the shadows to meet my Dark Prince.
I
stood outside of his door frozen with indecision when suddenly it
opened to
reveal
the object of my desire. He leaned against the door clad only in black
silk
pajama bottoms and no shirt covering his smooth muscled chest. God, he
was
magnificent.
He
smirked down at me with a knowing look, his dark eyes glittering with
unvoiced
promises as he reached out with one hand and grasped me behind my neck.
He
pulled me into the room and up against his hard chest as he shut the
door
behind
me. Closing off my only chance of escape.
He
shoved me forcefully up against the now closed door and stepped towards
me,
trapping
me between him the door. He grabbed the neckline of my summer dress and
ripped
it from my body, dropping it into a shredded heap at my feet. I gasped
as
I
was now only dressed in my white lacy, panties and bra. He frowned
slightly at
this,
like I had earned his disapproval for daring to wear undergarments.
They
quickly
joined the pile at my feet and I stood before him completely naked.
His
onyx eyes swept down my frame, absorbing every detail as he took in
every
perfection
and every flaw. He reached out to grip me behind my thighs and
hoisted
me up so that I had to wrap my legs around his waist. He pinned me back
against
the door and with one hand he released himself from his pants.
Without
a word and without any preparation he plunged inside of me. Sinking up
to
the hilt in my already slick passage. He leaned down and took my lips
in our
first
kiss, invading my depths with his soft tongue. By the third thrust I
was
already
moaning my release into his mouth.
He
tightened his grip on me and without breaking our kiss he moved to the
bed
where
he threw me down onto his cool sheets. I lay sprawled out before him,
while
he removed his bottoms, kicking them aside with disinterest. He reached
down
and tangled his fingers into my long teal hair, pulling me up to sit
before
him.
He brought my lips to his member and with a silent command, he demand
that
I
please him.
My
small hand wrapped around his hard, throbbing member as my pink tongue
darted
out
to lick its tip. He tasted salty and he felt like velvet wrapped steel
to my
touch.
Growing bolder I laved him with my tongue, until finally I took his
length
into my moist mouth. I cupped his spheres, squeezing them gently as I
glanced
up. He was staring down at me intently with almost expressionless
features.
The only cue that I knew that I was pleasing him was the tensing of
his
body.
I
could feel that he was getting ready to cum, but before I could finish
he
pulled
me away by my hair. I looked at him in question but he only moved me to
a
kneeling
position in the center of the bed. He knelt before me and he reached
behind
to cup my ass in the palms of his hands. He pulled me up against him
and
I
wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders. He pulled my head back by
my hair
so
hard that I felt tears come to my eyes as I bent back over his arm to
relieve
some
of the pressure. I could feel his cock jut against my thighs as he
trailed
fiery
kisses down my neck.
He
slipped one hand between us and rested it near the juncture of my
thighs. The
knowledge
of what he was doing sent shivers of anticipation down my spine and my
juices
flooded from me. Those dangerous fingers slid lower and pressed gently
against
my heated core sending fits a pleasure though me. He sank his teeth
into
my
neck as his arm slid around my lower back gripping my hip, as if he was
bracing
to keep me in place just as his ki shot through me like wildfire.
I
spasmed like I had touched a live wire as the shocks ran through my
body. His
teeth
clamped down harder on my neck and he tightened his grip on me,
bruising
the
delicate skin on my hip. He removed his fingers and I moaned in
disappointment,
but they were quickly replaced with his hard manhood as it
thrust
inside of me.
As
the very tip of him touched my womb I felt an explosion of his ki lace
through
me, emanating from that very member. My head jerked back on my
shoulders
as I
screamed at the sensation. My hands curled into claws and I left deep
gauges
down his biceps as I twisted in pleasure. I could see flashes of gold
behind
my lids as my eyes rolled back into my head. I couldn't tell if I was
feeling
pain or pleasure, I just prayed that it wouldn't stop. He mouth
descended
on mine, silencing my cries as he brutally crushed his lips against
mine.
Vaguely I tasted blood as my soft lips shredded against my teeth.
I
collapsed against his rugged chest only to have him shove me off to lay
bent
on
the bed, my legs still folded under me. He loomed over me still on his
knees
barely
breathing heavy, however, I was panting like a marathon runner. He let
me
rest
like that for a few minutes, before he leaned down to pull me up onto
my
hands
and knees. He grabbed my hips as he rammed into from behind forcing me
to
reach
out and grip the headboard to avoid collapsing under him. His arm
circled
around
my hips and he began massaging my clit to same rhythm as his hips. My
orgasm
was so intense that my entire body seized and I thought for certain the
wood
of the headboard would crack under my grip.
As
the sun rose, it found me with my head draped over the side of the bed
with
my
hair falling to the floor like a cascading waterfall. My mouth gaped in
a
silent
scream, my voice lost hours ago, as I yet again climaxed.
The
Prince rolled off me smoothly as one hand shot out to push me off the
bed
onto
the floor. I stayed there for a moment, too sore to get up and really
not
caring
where I laid as long I did not have to move. Finally I struggled to a
sitting
position to glare at the dark haired man.
"What
was that for?" I rasped out the first words to be spoken between us
that
night.
"Get
out. I am done using your body whore and I need some rest before
training."
He
growled.
My
face grew red with rage and though angry I could barely manage a
whisper. "I
am
not a whore!"
He
raised his eyebrow at that, "Oh, I'm sure your weakling mate would
think
differently
if he knew about your little indiscretion here tonight.
I
gaped as my face grew pale. What have I done! Tears filled my eyes and
they
spilled
out over my cheeks. He merely chucked and pointed to the door. I
gathered
the sheet around me, as my clothes were utterly ruined and I fled the
scene
of my crime.
His
POV
Two
weeks had passed since the Onna had come to my room. Smelling of fear
and
excitement.
Her sent wafted into my room while she had stood outside the door,
to
afraid to knock. It had amused me.
I
thought for sure that she would have come crawling back before now,
begging
for
more. The fact that she had the guts to actually stand up for herself,
even
for
that brief moment, had impressed me, abet grudgingly. Even the female
warriors,
who had fighting skill, dared not speak back to me when I insulted
them
at the end of the night. The sight of her tears that morning as a
result of
my
harsh words had actually made me chuckle. She was beautiful when she
cried.
As I
glanced toward her rooms I couldn't help but think that maybe my words
were
too
harsh, as they had kept her away for too long. To my utter disgust, I
felt
anticipation
for her return. I wasn't done tasting her.
As
the days stretched on, my anger grew. How dare she defy me, how dare
she
resist
me. She was barely even home most of the time. Opting instead to avoid
me,
as if that would cool her blood.
I
woke up for the third day in a row, hard yet again from my dreams about
a
certain
blue haired scientist. This had to stop. I merely needed a woman; I
could
easily remedy that while I waited for the Onna to come to her senses.
She
would
come to me; I WOULD not seek her out.
I
trained harder than usual that day, punishing my body for its weakness.
I
returned
to my room and showered, drying myself with my ki. In my room I dressed
in a
pair of black leather pants and a deep red silk shirt open at the
collar. A
pair
of black boots completed the ensemble and I was ready to paint the town
as
the
humans said.
I
flew to America, as I found the woman there to be interesting in their
lavish
attitudes.
I landed in San Francisco in the warehouse section, scenting the air
like
an animal, searching for what the humans called--a rave.
Finding
one was no problem and getting in was laughably easy. I prowled the
room
like
a predator looking for my next prey. As the panting, sweat soaked bakas
parted
I saw what I was looking for. She was dressed in spiked heeled black
boots
that reached her knee and a black leather skirt and halter top. A
goodly
portion
of her pale skin showed at her thighs and midriff. Her long red hair
was
pulled
up in a tight pony tail that lent her face a slightly cat like
appearance.
Her lips curled in a sneer that told him that she thought herself to
be a
"man-eater". She would do
My
intense stare attracted her attention, and after that all it took was a
few
choice
words and a couple of growls and she was following me out into the back
ally.
I pushed her up against the brick wall as she tore open my shirt, the
buttons
flying everywhere. Bitch, I liked this shirt. To punish her, I wrapped
my
hand around her soft throat and squeezed as I buried my face in her
hair. She
begins
to mew in pleasure, but as I take a deep breath I go rigid with disgust.
I
toss her away from me and she begins to scream curses at me, but I just
walk
away
into the night. She smelled rancid. Like week old meat. I knew that
wasn't
true,
she probably smelled just fine; she just didn't smell like the Onna.
That
Bitch!
No one but her would do now. Maybe if I just fucked her until I could
no
longer
stand up; I could get her out of my system. How could I have let this
happen?
I wanted only to feel her. She was becoming a weakness.
I
arrived back at Capsule Corp in time to see the Onna let herself in the
front
door.
So she decided to come home tonight did she? Before she could ascend to
her
rooms I reached them first and waited in the darkest corner. She
stepped
into
her room, closing the door behind her. She didn't even pay attention to
her
surroundings,
the baka onna was going to get killed one day if she wasn't
careful.
Weariness permutated her very being. It would seem that she wasn't
sleeping
at night. Good, she deserved to suffer.
She
began to strip off her business suit until she stood only in her
underwear.
I
couldn't resist the lure of her scent any longer. I walked up behind
her,
wrapping
one hand around her neck, cutting off any cries while the other hand
reached
inside of her panties. She froze in fear at first but then her body
recognized
me and the smell of arousal peppered the air even before I finished
putting
my hand down her panties.
My
questing fingers found her nub that was already beginning to swell,
releasing
a
tiny portion of my ki causing the woman to convulse as her climax
claimed her.
She
was so easy to please.
I
took my hand away from her neck and ripped her bra off. Why she
insisted on
wearing
these undergarments I just can't understand. I take one of her breasts
in
my hand and I marvel at how soft her skin is. She is so smooth and
creamy
that
it makes my mouth water. I had never seen a creature as beautiful as
her.
I
flicked my thumb over her nipple and let a brief zap of ki stimulate it
while
she
still rode the waves of her climax. This caused the woman to jerk even
more
and
her cries became deafening. She defiantly had some lungs. I had been
thankful
when her voice had finally given out that night, but a little sad too,
since
a part of me enjoyed the affirmation of my skill.
When
the last waves of her orgasm ebbed I turned her to face me. I looked
down
into
her azure eyes and smirked at her look of utter dejection. She hated me
and
what
I did to her, but her pleasure could not be denied.
I
stripped her of her panties and pushed her back towards her bed,
perhaps a
little
too gently because she shot me a startled look. For the first time she
took
in my appearance. Her eyes roamed up my leather clad legs, taking in
the my
open
silk shirt baring my chest. When her eyes reached mine I could see
unadulterated
appreciation for my appearance. I smirked and she blushed.
I
kicked off my boots and dropped my clothes on a pile on the floor and I
crawled
up onto the bed, pushing her back as I lay down on top of her. I was
gentle
for a reason that I could not explain. I didn't want to mar her skin
with
bruises
or red marks, so instead I lathered her with attention. As licked her
skin,
in the sensitive places like the undersides of her breasts or her
nipples
I
allowed small spurts of my ki to flow from my tongue, causing her to
moan and
writhe
beneath me.
I
moved lower down her stomach until my mouth teased her fragrant flower.
I
slipped
one then two fingers inside of her, moving in and out to a slow rhythm
as I
suckled her, kissing her very center with small shocks of my energy.
Her
small
delicate hands fisted in the coverlet as she pressed herself hard
against
my
mouth. I lapped up her sweet juices as she came with yet another scream.
I
slid up her body and thrust deep inside of her. Her legs instinctively
wrapped
around
me as I felt her inner muscles tense and squeeze me. She was so hot and
wet;
I could lose myself in her.
My
blue ki sparked around us as I levitated us off the bed so we floated
at
least
three feet above it. I continued to please her as we rolled in lazy
circles
as if we where in zero gravity. When we had finished she ended up in an
exhausted
heap on top of me, her limbs dangling off the sides as she perched on
my
chest without fear. Gently I settled back onto the bed and wrapped my
arms
around
her as I let her sleep.
In
the morning when she woke I was gone, but I knew that I would be back.
She
had
become my weakness. She would need to be eliminated.
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