DARK Desire
Author: Tempest12
Disclaimer: If I owned DBZ
more importantly Vegeta, I wouldn't have time to
write this disclaimer. I would
be too busy F****** him.
Authors Note: Yah, no names. I
actually screwed up in the beginning by
mentioning that lizard. *slaps
herself* dumb writer.
Dark Desire
Chapter Seven- Late Night Run
His POV
She is late again. I have been
too lenient with her, especially since the other
night. She looked so ragged
and pale, like something the cat coughed up. She was
utterly desirable.
When she didn't come home I
was enraged. How dare she defy me. Did she think she
could avoid me by not coming
home? I thought she was making some implausible
excuse about her work, but her
words struck a cord in me. I could see her
exhaustion etched across her
face. Her ki was at a low ebb and her pulse
throbbed slower than usual.
Most importantly, she did not smell of any other
males, so her excuse satisfied
me.
As I swept her form the second
time I felt the barest twinge of something. Some
may call it guilt, I call it a
lapse in judgment. That's what you get when you
take a weakling to your bed.
It is bad enough that I have to be gentle with her
so I don't crush her, but now
I have to pace myself for her health. I roll my
eyes in disgust.
I didn't think it was possible
for me to be surprised. I mean, I have seen some
shit in my time. The kind of
stuff that would make the Onna fall into a
catatonic state of shock. But
she sure did surprise me. She made me a gift.
Not a sappy gift either, like
I have seen the mates of this world give each
other. What would I do with a
worthless flower that would wilt and die? No, her
gift was something that was
useful to me, which meant she had thought long and
hard about what would make me
happy.
This pleased me because it
meant she was learning that her place was to serve
me, but it disturbed me as
well. I have spent a lot of time observing the
rituals of these humans and I
know that the woman considers our arrangement to
be somewhat of a relationship.
Granted a sick and twisted one in her mind, but
one just the same.
There are certain factors that
contribute to that belief. We live together,
which is just a matter of
convenience to me, but I'm sure it gives her the
feeling of playing "house." I
also ran that pathetic male out of my territory,
forcing her to choose between
us. That was to be expected though, I am the
dominate male, far superior to
him.
Then there is the sex. I have
to admit, it is pretty good. The best I have ever
had in fact and it keeps
getting better. I originally thought I would get my
fill of her then get rid of
her, but now I can't even kick her out of my bed. I
refuse to think of the
ramifications of my desire to keep her close.
Women are such weak minded
creatures. I am sure that she has read more into my
actions than the simple lust a
man feels towards a woman. The fact that she made
me such an extravagant gift
may very well imply that she thinks that we are
mates, after a fashion. Stupid
Woman. Although I can't shake the faint feeling
of something that has lingered
since that night I took her so gently.
It felt so different to hold
her near than to observe her from afar. To feel her
pleasure instead of analyzing
it. It was a sensation that I have never felt
before. I held her close the
rest of the night listening to her breathing and I
felt..contentment, maybe?
Stupid fool, you had better suck it up before someone
discovers your weakness.
Its ten o'clock, where is that
woman? I fly over to her office intent on
dragging her back by her hair
if I have too. Getting in the building is far too
easy and I make a mental note
to go back later to have a talk with the security
detail. While they're sitting
on their lazy asses my woman could get into
trouble.
Your woman? Why do you care
anyways? I thought you wanted to get rid of her?
Shuddup, no one is talking to
you. Stupid inner voices.
I find the woman slumped over
her desk drooling unattractively onto her
paperwork.
"Woman." I shout, smirking as
she leaps out of her chair looking frantically
about. She catches sight of me
standing in the doorway and sinks back down in
her chair clutching her chest.
"You know, I'm convinced that
you are still trying to kill me and you are
determined to do it by scaring
me to death every time you see me." She snarls
with some pep. My aren't we
cranky when we wake up.
"Onna, if I wanted to kill you
I would have done it by now."
When I see the satisfied smile
spread across her face I nearly groan. Good job,
now she is going to think I
have feelings for her. To cover up my disconcertment
I lean against the doorframe
and cross my arms over my chess and one ankle over
the other. I smile roguishly
at her as a distraction.
"What are you doing?" I ask in
a husky tone.
She wisely lets my last
comment slide as she glances down at the papers
scattered across her desk. A
faint blush heats her cheeks. She looks puzzled for
a minute as she shifts through
the stacks. I smirk, either the woman is losing
her mind, or I really look
good, because she can't remember what she had been
doing.
"Nothing important
apparently." She says with a dismissive shrug. "Why are you
here?" She asks curiously.
Her question reminds me of my
earlier thoughts and I snarl inwardly. "You're
late." I snap. "Again." I add
menacingly.
She blinks owlishly at me for
a moment before deciding that I don't mean her any
real harm. "Oh, well let me
get my things."
A stand in the corner with
some blueprints tacked to it catches my attention. I
walk over to examine it while
she gathers up her belongings. My eyes widen when
I realize they are plans for a
Regeneration Tank. I glance at the woman who is
shrugging on her jacket. I
know she is considered a genius among her people, but
does she really think she can
replicate such advanced technology without even
setting eyes on one?
I look back at the blue
prints, studying them intently. I am shocked. She just
didn't think she could do it,
but was actually doing it. She had a few errors
and she needed a little help
in a few areas, but left on her own she would
figure it out in a couple of
weeks. I turn around to find her perched on the
edge of her desk watching me
quietly.
"What do you think?" She asks.
I struggle with an internal
dilemma. It's against my nature to help anyone, but
at the same time I want her
home with me at night, not here working late.
Home, since when is this your
home? Shut up!
"If you finish this, will you
be back at the house at a decent hour each night?"
I ask gruffly. Wordlessly she
nods her assent.
I pluck the pencil that she
had tucked behind her ear from her hair and turn
back to the board to begin
some alterations. Soon she is leaning over me, asking
various questions and I find
myself answering her without becoming annoyed. The
depth of her intelligence was
actually quite amazing. When we are finished, she
glows happily, clucking over
the prints like they are her favored pets and I
have to fight the urge not to
smile at her pleasure. I glance over at the clock
and I'm startled to see that
it is almost one in the morning.
"It's time to go woman." I
nudge her in order to draw her attention from the
papers.
"Hmm?" She glances at the
clock. "Oh!" She stifles a yawn as she stretches, her
eyes watering with exhaustion.
"I think I'm going to treat myself and sleep in
this morning. Now that this
project is done I can have some down time. Thank you
so much I really appreciate
it."
Before I realize what she is
doing she has her arms wrapped around me, in what
the humans called a hug. I
shrug her away with a snarl, but she just smiles as
she turns to gather up her
things.
We pass the security desk on
the way out, and the guard barely looks up from the
magazine he is reading. That
reminds me that I need to come back here put the
fear of, well me into them. We
step outside and the Onna lifts her face into the
soft breeze, she reaches up to
let down her hair and shakes it loose around her
shoulders.
"It is such a beautiful night,
don't you agree?" She turns to look at me and I
can see the stars sparkling in
her eyes. I know that I have seen prettier women,
but I can't bring them to mind
at the moment. I just grunt in response to her
asinine question. The only
thing of importance that I observe about the night is
that the deep shadows could
easily conceal an attacker.
I scan the perimeter before
leading her out into the park and onto the path. I
scowl as I note that the lamps
are placed to far apart leaving deep pools of
darkness before the next
yellow pond of light. It is dangerous for the Onna to
walk this path alone at night.
I look down as I feel an
insistent tug on my arm and I see the woman smile
devilishly at me. She cocks
her head to the side and I know that she wants me to
follow her off the path.
Apparently the woman wanted a romp in the wild. All
thoughts of security leave me
as follow her willingly into the dark.
She darts off ahead of me, and
I smirk as I catch on to the game. I meander
slowly along after her, my
hands in my pockets, I barely resist the urge to
whistle a tune. She disappears
into the dark but I know exactly where she is at
all times. I don't know when I
started doing that, being aware of her ki even
when I am intensely training.
It just is.
I come across a garment on the
ground and I nudge it with my boot. It is her
jacket that she has tossed
off. I cock my eye brow and continue on leaving it on
the ground behind me. Next I
come across her shoes. She is a wise woman to
discard them. They would only
slow her down when I begin to hunt her.
I walk passed her pantyhose
without even glancing at them. I can feel my blood
start to sing in my veins as I
begin scent the air. I can feel her moving
rapidly away from me, deeper
into the park.
I come across her blouse and I
pull my own shirt over my head to drop it on top
of hers. It seems only fair.
Her skirt is thrown haphazardly over a shrub, and I
feel my cock start to thicken
with anticipation. I can feel the rumbling in my
chest as I start to growl
primitively.
She leaves her bra and panties
swinging on a low branch and I snarl at the image
of her running through the
woods naked, her hair streaming out behind her. I
kick off my shoes and shed my
jeans, I wear nothing underneath.
I snatch up her panties and
bring them to my nose to inhale deeply. I force
myself to disregard her ki as
I begin to move quickly through the trees,
tracking her only by her
potent scent. I move to the left intending to pin her
in. Now that I have picked up
my pace it is a matter of moments before I find
her. I trail behind her,
crouching in the shadows, observing her lithe
movements. She stops and looks
back over her shoulder as if she senses my
presences and then moves to
dart in between two trees. I lose her to the
shadows, but her aroma wafts
through the air.
I stalk my prey with the
efficiency of a predator, calmly herding her to the
open. The minx pauses at the
break in the forest, looking at the open glade
suspiciously. She steps
delicately out into the open and the moonlight kisses
her soft skin. Without warning
I tackle her from behind, sending her flying into
the dirt. She screeches with
outrage, and turns hissing and spitting. She leaps
on me and for a moment I am
taken aback. I spy a feral glint in her eye and I
growl in response.
I pin her to the ground
immediately dominating her, but she begins to struggle.
She tries to bite and scratch
me but her human defenses are ineffective against
me. I am nearly bursting, I
have never been this erotically charged before. All
of my past encounters with
women were specifically designed for their pleasure.
I am usually removed from the
act itself. Oh I enjoyed it to be sure, I was male
after all, but the point was
to prove that I could do it. This little scenario
seemed to be tailored for my
pleasure, as if she had plucked it from my mind
when I had slept.
I cover her mouth with mine to
muffle her shrieks, plunging my tongue into her.
She snaps her jaws shut,
catching the soft tissue in her teeth. Blood begins to
fill my mouth and I snarl in
rage, she hisses in response. I vaguely register
that we must sound like a pair
of beasts waging a bloody battle.
To punish her I slide down her
undulating body, to bite her sensitive flesh
under her breast. She
screeches like a hellcat as she yanks painfully at my
hair. My fingers dig into her
ribs to keep her still before I drag them down her
side to pin her hip down. I
slide further down and lap at her midriff on my way
to her heat.
I spread her lips and nip at
her swollen bud causing her to hiss and buck
wildly. I thrust my tongue
into her while holding her down by her stomach. She
becomes too violent for me to
subdue her without causing too much damage, so I
abandon my efforts and instead
lay down completely on top of her, pinning her
with my weight. Her fists are
still tangled in my hair so I snatch them away to
hold them above her head with
one hand.
With a grunt I roughly spread
her legs and impale her to the core. I begin to
piston in and out of her
roughly, thinking only of my pleasure. She is so tight
and hot that I barely remember
to curb my strength so I don't hurt her too
badly.
My instincts soar out of
control as I feel my blood heat up. I release my grip
on her wrists and I growl
ferociously as I feel her scrape her nails down my
back as hard as she can. She
wraps her long legs around my hips in an effort to
hang on while her teeth clamp
down tightly on my muscular neck.
The heel of her foot presses
into my tail spot unintentionally and a spasm of
delicious pleasure races
through me sending me over the edge. I roar my release
as I spill myself deep inside
of her.
Panting heavily I look down at
the heavy lidded onna. Her lips are smeared with
blood, and her body is smudged
with dirt. I can already see bruises forming on
her alabaster skin, and angry
red marks glare at me. Her red lips part to reveal
a bloody grin, and I feel
myself getting hard again inside of her.
I roll her over so she is
straddling me, being careful not to pull out of her.
She sits back on me, her back
arching seductively as her breasts swell in
invitation. I reach up to
tweak her nipples and she moans with desire. Her head
lolls back and I can feel her
aqua hair brush my thighs. She braces one hand
behind her on my leg while the
other reaches down into her curls.
She begins to ride me with a
slow steady pace while she plays with herself. I
can feel her walls pulling at
me, demanding that I gift them with more of my
milky fluid. She begins to
accelerate as she whimpers with need. I feel it as
the first ripples of her
climax hit her, emanating from her core than out
towards the tips of her
fingers. It is her screams of pleasure that put me over
the edge. Her pleasure wrought
me mine.
? POV
Unfaithful, fucking WHORE! How
dare she. She knew I was watching, she knows I
walk her home every night, no
matter how late she is. She had to taunt me like
that. She is nothing but a
slut.
I storm into my apartment,
straight into my shrine room. I begin to rip the
pictures of my blue haired
goddess from the walls, shredding them with my bare
hands. She did not deserve my
worship. To do THAT with that man. To laugh at me.
After all that I have done for
her. I have been there to watch her, to comfort
her, to love her and she
throws it all in my face.
She will have to pay for
embarrassing me. For hurting me. She will pay in blood.
I will hear her screams, and
she will beg for me to forgive her. If she begs
long and hard enough I might
let her live.
Chapter 8
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