darkdesire4

Dark Desire
Author: Tempest12

Disclaimer: Don't own it I just have a sick fascination with it.

Dark Desire Chapter Four: Breaking

I stand in the center of the GR room, sweat rolling off of my bare torso in
rivulets. My chest rises and falls as I take great heaving breathes, my muscles
straining under the intense gravity. My fists are knotted at my sides as I stare
at the wall, like it is my greatest enemy.

How could I have let this happen? She is a distraction, a flaw in my character.
She is all that I can think about. How she feels under my hands, how she tastes
in my mouth. Even now I want her, moaning beneath me as I thrust into her.

"UGG". I throw back my head, screaming through clenched teeth. I can not
continue this way. I begin to pace from one end of the GR to the other. I glance
over to the control panel. Maybe I can leave this place, leave her behind. I can
continue my training elsewhere and then when I am strong enough I can come back
and defeat that third class baka. I stop my pacing and glare at the offending
panel, thoughts whirling around in my head. I could leave, but that would not
solve my problem. If I can come back to that fool, then I can come back to her.
Just that thought alone would distract me too much.

I will have to kill her.

How though? If I blast her to the next dimension then that third class baka will
be on my ass like a Nubarian whore. I begin to pace again, running my hand
through my hair with agitation. I won't be able to kill her with a ki blast
then. A more human method perhaps. Females are always getting raped and killed
in their own homes here. I pause in the middle of the room, sneering my lips in
disgust; in fact it was quite common. Maybe I can plunge a knife in her chest
and leave her dead on the ground, then blame the deed on someone else.

Still, I would need some sort of alibi. Sparring with the bakayaro perhaps.
Fool! You can't be in one place, and kill the woman at the same time. I cross my
arms across my chest, my frown becoming more pronounced. I cock my head as a
thought strikes me. I could hire someone to rape and kill her, and then I could
burst in and kill her attacker. Not only taking care of the woman, but my
accomplice as well, not to mention looking like a hero. Abet, a little too late,
but a hero just the same.

I start to think about another man's hands on the woman. Holding her down,
marring her skin, beating her until she cried, until eventually her last breath
leaves her body. I realize that I had unconsciously began to growl. No man would
touch what was mine! No other had the right to take her life but me. Only my
hands would be stained with her blood, and certainly no man would take her but
me! The thought of another man's hands on my ..toy, infuriates me. If she was
going to be broken then it would be by me. I begin to pace again, but how to do
it?

That's when I hear yelling, curious I step outside to investigate. I creep
towards the kitchen careful to keep out of sight as I observe the scene inside.

"What is wrong with you?" Roars a thoroughly enraged male.

I snarl, it was that weakling the woman calls mate.

"Nothing is wrong with me! I am just tired of you picking up on everything that
has tits and a pulse!" Screams the livid blue haired onna.

I cock an eyebrow. I have seen the Onna angry before but this was different. In
the past she demanded things from other people with a spoilt screech. Expecting
everyone around her to jump when she said too. Too her credit, they usually did.
I had long ago accepted that on this planet she was a princess in her own right,
and she usually flaunted her high priced authority under everyone's nose.

"I was not PICKING UP on her! She was just a fan! All I was doing was signing an
autograph. Like EVEYONE else in the room." Snarls the man.

"Ha, giving out your phone number for later is more like it!" She slams down her
hand on the counter for emphasis.

"I have never cheated on you and you know it! You refuse to accept that." He
sighs deeply. "What happed? We were so happy just last month and now for the
last two weeks you have been a raging bitch."

"Because you are cheating on me!" She points at him vigorously.

"NO, I AM NOT! What is your obsession with cheating lately? I have never seen
you like this. You broke that poor girl's nose today!" He bellows, flinging his
hands around in the air as his anger increases.

I smirk, the woman showed some backbone, did she. I would have loved to see her
in a fight, even with her weak ki. It sounds like she won too. Good girl.

Suddenly, her face crumples and great big tears begin to fall from her eyes. She
begins to sob uncontrollably into her hands. "I don't know what's wrong with me.
I am just so mad inside. I am sorry for taking it out on you." She buckles to
the floor.

The man goes to her side and begins to soothe her by running his hands up and
down her back. I see red. First he makes her cry, no one has the right to make
her cry but me! Her tears would only fall because I deem it so, not because this
weakling taunts her, and now he dares to touch what is mine. I step into the
room completely ignoring the fact that he is her chosen mate and growl deeply at
him.

He looks up sharply his hands stilling on her back. He glares at me at first
then he realizes who it is and that I am angry. He stands in front of the woman,
between me and what is mine. I begin to snarl, causing the man to draw back
slightly in fear and I can feel his ki begin to rise.

The onna's head shoots up from her hands and she takes in the situation quickly.
She rises to her feet, her face red and tear stained.

"Just go." Her voice is a whisper, and I can sense fear behind it. Not fear of
me so much, but what I might say to him.

The man turns to look back at her with question in his eyes. "I can't just leave
you here with him."

"Of course you can. Besides he won't hurt me, it's you that have annoyed him."
She says this softly, and gives him a small smile meant to reassure him. He
still stands there, unsure of what to do, not wanting to leave his woman alone
with an animal such as myself.

"Just go." She repeats her demand with more force this time.

Finally the male leaves, and I feel the tension leaving my body as I stare at
the tear ravished onna, who is now looking at the ground.

"He will not come back here." I order her.

She stiffens and raises her head to look me directly in the eye. My body tenses
again as I see the fire that is blazing in them. She snarls in a manner that
excites me, "You can not order me around like I am your slave!"

I cock my eyebrow. "Watch me onna."

She explodes into action like a volcano erupting, tearing open the nearest
drawer. To my dismay it's the one that houses the cutlery. She begins to hurl
steak knives at me, with startling speed and accuracy and I can not hide the
smirk that forms on my lips.

"You have done this to me!" She cries. "You have ruined my life, ruined my
relationship, and turned me into a raving lunatic." She is screaming at the top
of her lungs and her face is getting even redder.

I snatch a butcher knife out of the air that was hurtling towards my heart. I am
reminded of my earlier thoughts.

"I had the perfect life before you came here. I had boyfriend that loved me, no
fear, no hate."

"No lust." I interrupt her tirade.

She pauses for a moment and turns towards me, her lips peeled back in a snarl.
"What is lust? It is nothing but desire. Not a need, but a want."

"You seem to need it quite badly onna. A fact that you proclaimed quite loudly
to me a few times if I recall." I grin seductively at her.

Her face flames. "I was merely overwhelmed at the novelty of your particular
skill." She rages in an attempt to explain her actions.

"Hn. Using ki in bed does seem to please the ladies." I smirk.

Her heart rate increases and the faint scent of her arousal mixes with anger, in
the air. She tosses her head back and smirks at me with superiority. Uh oh, I
wasn't going to like what was going to come out of her mouth next.

"Well I suppose I could always teach my boyfriend how to do it. Then I will have
someone who loves me and makes me wild." She snickers.

I feel the anger brew inside of me. Over my dead body. Using ki in bed was like
fucking a loaded gun. Without enough control he could kill her.

"I don't think so onna, because you are not going to see him again." I snarl at
her.

"You can't stop me!" She screams her face flaming red again.

"I can and I will, bitch." I grind out, the thought of her with that mate of
hers was making me sick and I was tired of hearing about it.

Suddenly her shoulders droop with defeat and she stares out the window. "I was
happy." She tells the empty air.

I feel a burst of emotion in my chest, but I can't identify it. A slow smile
spreads across my face. "Poor, Perfect Onna." I purr.

I advance on her from across the room, like I am stalking my prey. Her eyes
widen, and she presses herself up against the counter as she begins to whimper.
She knows that she can't run.

I brace both hands on the counter, with her trapped between my arms. There is a
light clink as the knife still in my hand, hits the counter. I bend her
backwards as far as she can go as I lean down without touching her. I place my
face at her neck, my lips only inches from her pulse and I take a deep breath. I
can hear her heart rate increase and smell her fear as it coats her skin. I can
smell other things too, her anger and her salty tears just barely dried. I growl
deep in my chest at the memory of those tears.

I raise my head, breathing in the smell of her hair as my lips stop at her
temple. She quivers and a new odor fills the already scent permutated air. Her
arousal. I move to look down into her cerulean eyes, so wide and glittering,
like a trapped animal.

"I hate you." She gasps so quietly that if I had not been Saiyan I may not have
heard it.

I smirk down at her, "I know."

I take her wrists in one hand, clutching the knife in the other and I lead her
over to the kitchen table. Spinning her around to face it, I brace her thighs
against the edge while lifting her hands above her head. I form a ki strand and
lace it around her wrists while tying the other end around the chandelier that
hangs above the center of the table. I make it short enough, that she has to
bend over awkwardly, leaving all the weight of her upper body hanging on the
rope.

Bracing one hand on the table I bend over her so that my bare chest is flush
with her back, grinding my hips into her ass as I do so. I bring the edge of the
knife up to her throat, pressing it gently into her delicate skin. I hear the
intake of her breath and her heart pounds harder. I kiss her ear softly before
whispering to her.

"I could kill you right now."

I can hear her swallow audibly. She really is frightened now, however I can
practically see the gears in her head turning.

"You can't." She whispers.

I smirk, this ought to be good. I press the knife deeper and a small drop of
blood begins to appear. "Oh, I beg to differ." I purr.

"If you do, he will kill you." Her voice is barely audible now.

Damn, I hate that third class baka. I bite down hard on her ear lobe to punish
her for mentioning him. She jumps slightly but stays remarkably calm. She is so
beautiful.

"He won't know it's me. Women die all the time Little One. Besides he would
never expect me to slit your throat. He is too stupid to consider I would choose
an alternate method to kill you other than blasting you." I sneer.

Her body tenses at my words and she begins to pant with fear as she realizes
that I am right.

"You won't do it. It wouldn't be honorable. I am not a warrior, I'm just a weak
woman." She was near pleading now.

"Honorable? What makes you think that I am honorable? What in my past makes you
believe that? Do you know how many woman I have killed while holding the
children to their breast?. How many innocents I have murdered who were not
warriors?" I snarl at her, truly angry now.

"You had honor when you faced Fr.."

"Don't ever say that name to me." I roar. I rear back, cutting off my contact
with her. The traitorous bitch, bringing that monster into this!

I begin to pace the kitchen floor, not trusting my control. Honor, what does she
know of it? How can she know that it was stripped away from me with every
beating at his hand. Every time I purged a planet my honor evaporated with it. I
frown deeply. Is honor something you can take back? I shake the thought away. I
have lost my honor, only pride remains.

Soon I hear the soft sound of her tears and I pause to glance at her. She hangs
with her head down between her arms in defeat and her shoulders are shaking. I
feel my anger soften. She is so beautiful when she cries her tears for me.

I stride up behind her, letting my hand caress her hair. She stiffens, but her
tears continue to flow. I hear a whisper of sound escape her lips. "Please don't
kill me."

I stare down out her dejected form and I frown. I flashback to her standing in
the middle of the kitchen throwing knifes, and hurling insults. She was amazing,
and I find that I don't like her in this state as much as I thought I would. It
was almost like she was broken. That's what I wanted wasn't it? I snarl at
myself and my weakness. Now all I wanted to do was fix her.

Her shoulders are bare as she is wearing a blue spaghetti strapped top and I
bend down to kiss her softly on her sun-kissed skin. My tongue darts out and I
twirl it in circles, tasting her sweat. I lift my hand and trail it lightly
across her ribs over her shirt and cup her breast.

Her tears stop falling and I can smell the new scent of her arousal in the air.
I smile against her skin. She really was easy to please. For all of her fear,
she was heavily attracted to me.

I bite down on the muscle on her neck and flick her nipple threw her shirt. I
smirk inwardly, she isn't wearing a bra. I knee her legs apart and I am thankful
that she is wearing high heels to give her the extra height that she needs. Her
short blue skirt rises higher on her milky thighs.

I take up the knife once again, and I can feel her tense under my touch. I step
back from her so she can not feel me. She tries to look back at me, but she can
not turn her neck that far.

I trace the point of the knife down between her shoulder blades to her lower
back. I slide the blade under her thin shirt and then with a flick of my wrist,
slice it in half. It hangs off her now by only the thin straps, which I choose
to ignore. Blood begins to well up were I have cut her with the knife, A thin
line, from the middle of her back down to her lower back.

I put down the knife and bend over her and begin to lath my tongue over the
welt. Lapping up her tangy blood as both my hands come up to cup her dangling
breasts. Her breaths are coming in sharp pants now as she begins to shift
against me with need. The wound I had caused was so slight that it was already
beginning to heal so I lick my way up to the back of her neck, nipping it
playfully.

Her nipples pebble against my fingers and I pinch them delicately. She moans and
arches her body towards my hands. I trail my hands away from those precious
globes, skimming them down her ribs, which causes her to wiggle slightly. Hn,
she is ticklish.

I pick up the knife once again and step back from her. I slide the knife, point
first down the crack of her ass under her skirt. With a jerk of my hand, the
sound of shredding material fills the room. It drops to pool around feet. I
smile. She isn't wearing any panties. What a naughty girl.

Still standing back from her I reach out my hand and trail it down her plumb
ass, following its natural cavern. As I get closer to her moist center, I can
feel searing heat ebbing from her. I skim by her waiting passage to instead,
pluck at her swollen clit.

She begins to moan and buck against my hand. Demanding wordlessly that I give
her more. For the first time in my life, I want to willing give something to
someone, even if it is just pleasure. I power up a tiny amount of ki into the
very tip of my finger, releasing it so it flows into her sensitive nerve bundle.
She yelps as her body convulses, and I wonder for a moment if she is going to
hurt her arms they way she is yanking on my ki thread.

While she is still riding the waves of her climax, I warm three of my fingers
with my ki, so that they are sparking with yellow flashes of light. I slide
those fingers into her tight slit, thrusting against her convulsing muscles. The
onna beings to howl like a bitch in heat and I can't stop the smile that spread
across my face.

I can't wait any longer to feel her around me. I jerk down my training shorts
and replace my fingers with my hard cock. I reach up with one hand to grab one
of her swaying breasts, while the other hand reaches around to massage her bud.
I ram into her, forcing her legs further apart and raising her up on her toes.
The table begins to slide across the floor and I dimly realize that she is going
to have bruises on the tops of her thighs from where she is leaning against the
edge.

I grab her tightly too me, nearly lifting her off her feet and she begins to
scream with need. The table slides again causing her to shift a fraction away
from me. I growl in frustration. I release my ki from her wrists and her elbows
slam down onto the table, while I am still fucking her from behind.

She lays flat on the table causing me to release her breast and as she grips the
edges of the table with white knuckles. I pull her ass up higher and reach down
to grab a handful of her hair, pounding into her furiously. I throw back my
head, my teeth clenching as I can feel my balls tensing. Her inner muscles
clench around my shaft enticingly and finally I gush my seed into her.

I feel weak suddenly and I collapse on top of her, my forehead pressing into the
center of her back. I can hear the pounding of her heart and the rasp of her
breath. With one last swipe of my tongue, I pull out of her, snatching up my
shorts and stride out of the room. The knife lays forgotten on the ground.

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