(27/11/2002)
Chapter 6
Trunks cried out sharply and arched back, his fingers
digging into the taller boy’s back, as he was abruptly impaled. Barely a
heartbeat later, sharp pain exploded along the junction of his neck and shoulder.
Goten held him in a tight grip as he rocked his hips slowly, sliding in and out
shallowly as the dominant teen kept his teeth sunk into his neck, and he could
only thrash weakly. It hurt! He had heard how it would hurt for the
first time, but he had been dismissive; he was a fighter and used to pain. But
this was different. It was piercing and intense and painful, jabbing
deep within him, though it began to dull a bit.
His neck throbbed as well, the initial intense pain starting
to fade, as the other kept up a steady, suckling suction, but this pain was
more much more bearable. He was starting to feel a little light-headed and he
wondered distantly if anyone had ever passed out from blood loss during Mating
before… It would be horribly embarrassing if he did; Vegeta would never let him
hear the end of it. Trunks gritted his teeth and endured, hugging on to the
warm body above him tightly. Nobody warned him about this before; so he guessed
it shouldn’t be that bad, and it did feel erotic, in a masochistic, painful
sort of way. Already, he could feel a faint bond forming.
Goten hissed in contentment as he slid into tight flesh… But
something was still missing; he tilted his head slightly and sank his canines
into the warm flesh instinctively. He almost came at the abrupt rush of
pleasure that flooded his synapses, his tail poofing out like a brush behind
him. Kami! He had no idea Mating claim would be like this… ‘Mine! My
mate…mine…’ The raging inferno within him was quenched slightly as hot, spicy
blood flooded his mouth, and he purred and drank greedily.
He was operating on a primal level now, reduced to instincts
and raw sensations. All he knew was the taste, the tang of the rich blood and
the presence of his mate. He had licked his blood before when he was
injured during sparing, but this was different. The young prince’s blood was
richer, sweeter, spicier… Perhaps it had something to with royal blood, but he
felt like he couldn’t get enough of it…
A hitching moan broke through his blood haze and he raised
his head to look at the pale boy, the sudden shock of his unthinking action
washing over him like ice water. “Oh my god, Trunks, koi… I’m so sorry, I
didn’t mean to… I..I…” Unnoticed by both, bloody canines quickly shrank back,
their function fulfilled. His sudden bloodlust faded as well; now that he had
claimed a Mate, and his eyes and mind cleared.
Vampyres were not as driven by their sanguineous appetite as
Saiyan lore would have one believe. Saiyans leaned heavily towards the carnivorous
end of the food chain and if one happened to really like his meat, and like it
really raw, nobody thought much of it. Once in a rare while, their need for
fresh blood will become overwhelming, but usually, they could hide easily
within the general populace.
However, when the moon of Vegetasei swung nearest in its
half-century orbit, it affected all of the large planet’s inhabitants, awaking
their primal lust. The manner in which vampyres claim their mate was very
similar to the Saiyan Marking claim; Saiyans marked their mates in an obvious
show of possession, and this marking was done at the jugular; an extremely
vulnerable area, to show complete trust in their life partners. Blood is
exchanged to initialize the bond, physical and mental, that forms between them.
The difference is in the intensity of the marking, for
vampyres. Blood drives them wild and sparks their sanguineous hunger, so the
ritual of the blood exchange becomes more dangerous; Saiyan vampyres were more
vicious during mating because their physiology was intrinsically more affected
by blood. They do not just taste their future mate’s blood; they drink it as
they would a victim. Sometimes, they may lose themselves in bloodlust that
accompanies the Mating claim, though this was rare, as affection and concern
for their chosen mate was often sufficient to check that mindless bloodlust.
And if their mate was strong enough to survive the ritual, they too, become one
of the legendary creatures of lore.
Goten kissed away the thin trickle of salty fluid that ran
down the side of his mate’s face, overwhelmed with sudden guilt. How could he
have been so cruel, so careless? This was his best friend, his mate, for kami’s
sake! Losing himself in the mating lust was no excuse!
Trunks shook his head as he smiled wanly. “No, no… I’m ok. I
mean, I knew it would be painful for our first time, and you had to bite me for
the bonding to proceed… And the pain is fading, I could probably get used to
it…” The last part was whispered shyly.
Goten tightened his arms around the trembling prince in
apology as he pressed his forehead to the other’s, his hips still rocking
lightly. The ragged wound was still
bleeding copiously and he slanted his head to lap at the pooling blood. The
fragrant blood still sang to his senses, but right now, his thoughts were only
occupied with that of his mate. “But I want you to feel good…”
After a while, as the wound clotted, Trunks started to feel
better, though a little odd. His body …burned. He felt… hungry? ‘Odd’, he thought,
but then the physical sensations his body were experiencing started to override
any other rational thought. He moaned and wrapped his legs snugly around the
taller teen’s waist. “Mmm… It does feel nice, Goten… Move more…please?”
The black-haired boy pulled away slightly, and sat back on
his heels. Gripping slim hips firmly, he started to thrust in cautious, deeper
strokes. “Like this?”
“H..Hai!” Trunks arched back with a sudden sharp cry. “Oh!
There!” When Goten paused in confusion, he shook his head vehemently. “No, no!
Don’t stop! Aaaahhh….”
Goten blinked as he moved experimentally, and then smirked
at the prince’s reaction. Oh yeah, his more experienced friends had told him
about this… Shifting his hands to get a firmer grip, he sped up and slammed in
harder. Trunks moaned loudly in feedback, and he soon settled into a
comfortable rhythm.
The infirmary bed shifted and creaked, as the teens’
activities got more vigorous. The smaller lavender-haired figure on the bottom
screamed and sobbed with abandon, while the darker teen was more reserved,
though his expression on his face showed clearly that he was enjoying it just
as much. Fingers fisted in white sheets as a lithe frame arched up like a bow
with a shrill yowl, shuddering violently as thick cream spurted over his
quivering abdomen.
As Goten continued moving in increasingly jerky strokes,
indicating that he too, was near his peak, Trunks pushed himself up shakily and
bit down hard on the other’s shoulder. The dark-haired lad came almost
immediately at that reciprocal claim, shuddering with a drawn out cry as Trunks
started drinking greedily. The newest vampyre closed his eyes as he partook of
his first blood, trembling violently with the intensity of the ecstatic pleasure
that coursed through him as he clutched the sweat-slicked shoulders tightly.
It was ‘…nirvana.’ And with that last coherent thought, the
young prince’s eyes rolled back in his head and he passed out.
Goten rolled over and pulled the limp prince to him
protectively as he kissed a sweat-slicked temple, loud sated purrs rumbling
from their chests. “Mine… Aishiteru, Trunks…” The smaller teen had out cold,
his face pale, but somehow, Goten knew that his mate would be fine. He wasn’t
feeling too good himself; maybe sex would be less exhausting with practice.
Like fighting. Smirking in absolute contentment at that thought, his tail
coiling possessively around the prince’s slim waist, he quickly fell into a
deep slumber as well.
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“Don’t breathe in, koi…”
Slung over Kakarrot’s shoulder, he could not see where they
were headed, and that was all the warning Vegeta had before the two teens were
abruptly immersed in cold water. Kicking wildly, he shook his head as he
surfaced. Hands spun him around and he glared balefully at his grinning lover’s
face as he cursed. “Kakarrot no baka! The water’s freezing!”
Kakarrot purred and floated closer, running his ki-warmed
palms over the front of the scowling prince’s front as he washed off the blood.
“Better?” The brawny teen grinned as he gazed at the prince. His normally
upswept hair was soaked and lay flat down his neck and shoulders. Strands fell
messily over his face and the royal tossed his head repeatedly, but one
stubborn lock clung wetly over his right eye as he huffed in irritation.
Vegeta couldn’t help it; a tremor rippled through his body
as Kakarrot continued his stroking, the touches becoming slower, more sensual.
Both teens bobbed in the water, only their heads visible above the water’s surface.
Feet paddled lightly, keeping them afloat. Vegetasei’s moon hung high in the
clear sky, full and heavy, bathing the landscape in a bright silvery light.
Perceptible waves lapped gently around them, pulled by the lunar orb above them
as the satellite swung its closest to the planet in 50 years.
His own wrists were still bound in front of him, and Vegeta
mentally cursed the restriction as large hands caressed his sides and stomach,
fingers dipping and playing over the valleys and swells of his muscles, which
were taut with growing tension. “A bit…” His voice was slightly husky; the
irritation he had strove to keep in his tone somehow gone. He had always found
it hard to stay angry with his playful mate for long, especially with what
Kakarrot was doing …that…to him… Vegeta stiffened and arched back
slightly with a bitten off groan as fingers found and rolled his hardened
nipples.
Hands continued their random roam over smooth, royal skin,
the tactile sensations and touches eliciting violent shivers that rippled
through the lithe frame. The taller teen leaned forward, planting soft kisses
on the prince’s forehead, eyelids, down the pert nose until he reached full
lips that were parted and eager. Kakarrot slanted his head slightly, licking
and suckling along an almost pouty lower lip. “Kiss me properly…” A low
impatient growl and hands fisted in the front of his shirt, pulling him in
firmly. And who was he to disregard a royal decree?
They kissed softly at first, tongues whispering and feinting
coyly against each other, but the erotic dance quickly sped up. Heads angled
instinctively to deepen the kiss fiercely, jaws working lightly as tongues
tangled and tangoed, stroking and suckling on now-swollen lips. Excited
rumbling purrs started from deep chests, mixing and weaving around the low
moans that vibrated from their throats.
Vegeta gasped as a tail grazed against the sensitive skin of
his inner thighs, snapping his head back with a dulcet groan as the tip flicked
along his balls. The other Saiyan’s hands smoothed over the camber of his hips,
thumbs rubbing along slim hipbones before the warm palms moved lower and back.
“I..I think I’m clean now…” Vegeta bucked his hips as hands groped his
backside, squeezing and stroking lewdly, flushing at his slight stutter.
“Oh, no. I need to do this right, to make sure you’re really
clean…” Dark eyes sparkled with mischief, just before Kakarrot took a deep
breath and disappeared under the surface of the water.
Vegeta’s head lolled back to float against the gently
lapping waves as he felt something warm, slick and soft travel down his
abdomen, lovingly tracing the dips of chiseled, quivering abdominal muscles.
When it stopped to dally at his navel, he groaned and tangled his hands in his
lover’s soft black hair, pushing him down in an insistence message. There was a
slight rush of bubbles as Kakarrot shook with amusement, and then a warm hand
gripped his erection.
If his tail were dry, it would have puffed out to twice its
diameter when a hot mouth descended over his throbbing length, licking and
swirling around the head, a flexible tongue laving it thoroughly. Hands fisted
almost painfully in his lover’s unruly spikes as the taller teen’s head moved,
sending fiery ribbons of delicious pleasure lancing through his body. A carnal
heat pooled in his lower abdomen, building and spreading rapidly, burning him
up despite the cold waters that surrounded them.
Vegeta moaned loudly, eyelids fluttering rapidly as he
rocked his hips, feeling that all too familiar tightness approaching. His toes
and tail curled as he panted breathlessly… He was so close…
“Aaahh!” A head broke through the surface, gasping loudly
for air.
“Kakarrot!!” The prince nearly sobbed in frustration.
“Kisama! I was so fucking close!”
“I’m sorry!” Kakarrot did not look sorry at all, as he
treaded water, panting and avoiding a clumsy two-fisted swing with a
shit-eating grin, snickering in bemusement all the while. Ducking within the
circle of leanly muscled arms, he planted a smacking kiss on his growling
lover’s lips, before dropping back down into the dark waters, sliding sinuously
along the prince’s slight frame.
Kakarrot ran his hands down leanly muscled sides, loving the
feel of satin skin beneath his palms. Moonlight filtered through the clear
water, the rippling lake surface breaking up the shimmering rays. He paused
momentarily, admiring the play of the mercurial light on his lover’s compact
musculature and slender frame.
The muscles in Vegeta’s legs flexed as they moved back and
forth slowly, keeping him suspended upright in the water. His bound wrists
hovered uncertainly in front of him and Kakarrot could tell that Vegeta was
feeling unsure; his auburn tail waved about jerkily in the water, then circled
about his waist for few moments before snapping out again. The prince was
smaller than him; seemingly delicate and fragile in comparison to his own
burlier build.
Kakarrot grinned wryly at that thought; Vegeta had
demonstrated that night that he was certainly capable of taking care of himself
though. He nuzzled his face affectionately against the smaller Saiyan’s
stomach; that doesn’t mean he felt any less protective of his mate though.
Fingers tangled in his hair again, glad for something to hold on to. His own
hands slid around to fondle the base of the royal tail, stroking lightly
parallel to the lay of the lush fur and pulling the tail straight as he purred.
‘My handsome mate…’
His grin widened as he slid a couple of fingers down the
prince’s crack, and then just as he worked one digit past the tight ring of
muscle, he took his lover’s erection in his mouth. Immediately, Vegeta
stiffened and thrust forward, almost gagging him. The grip on his hair
tightened, and began pushing his head back and forth in encouragement. Relaxing
his throat muscles, Kakarrot started bobbing his head up and down,
simultaneously feeling around for that certain nub of nerves…
Vegeta snapped his head back with a scream as white-hot fire
shot from his loins, his eyes rolling back in his head. Ohhh fucking-Kami-sama!
He spread his legs, wrapping them around the taller teen’s neck as he rocked
his hips, pumping back and forth, soft incoherent curses and strangled sobs
tripping from his furiously working throat. His tail coiled tightly around Kakarrot’s
moving wrist, tugging and pushing in tandem.
The rhythm grew faster and faster, the pressure escalated
almost unbearably. Droplets flew from dark hair as the prince tossed his head
wildly, trying to reach, to crest that pinnacle. His eyes snapped wide open to
look up at the full orb above as he arched back and convulsed, screaming with
the intensity of his release and pushing his hips as far forward and up as he
could. Explosive pleasure lanced through him, his climax rippling through his
frame. The silver moon filled his vision, and for a timeless moment he almost
lost control and transformed. His hair grew and spiked crazily momentarily, and
his lips parted wide with panting gasps as he shuddered in exquisite, utterly
primal release.
Vegeta gave one last convulsion, his senses reeling as his
eyelids fluttered shut. Kakarrot swallowed the hot, slightly salty, slightly
bitter seed and gave a hard kick, pulling his spent lover to him protectively
as he broke through the surface of the water. The ouji’s arms draped limply
around his shoulders and Kakarrot scooped up the smaller Saiyan in his arms,
taking to the air again. Vegeta relaxed and turned his face towards the broad
chest, feeling completely secure within his mate’s strong arms.
Kakarrot looked down at his slender mate, curling cutely
within his embrace as he flew slowly over the surface of the moon-kissed lake.
Vegeta’s erratic breathing grew steadier and a soft purr reached his ears.
Holding him closer, he planted a chaste kiss to the widow’s peak, whispering.
“Aishiteru, Vegeta…”
The cold night wind blew past them as he flew on, his eyes
sweeping the lake. There! A few large boulders lay scattered about a mile out
from the edge of the lake. He smirked as he touched down softly on the largest
rock.
The boulder was large enough to seat two comfortably, the
top was slightly curved and the surface weathered smooth. Lowering Vegeta down
on the rock, he turned and dived back into the water. He had swum often enough
in this lake and he remembered something interesting.
When the tall teen surfaced again, clutching a handful of
seaweed, Vegeta had turned and lay sprawled out on his front. A soft purring
snore emanated from the exhausted prince as he dozed, face turned to one side
and arms draped over the top of the large rock. ‘How convenient…’ Grinning
madly to himself, Kakarrot proceeded to tie up the sleeping figure.
Stepping back a bit, he hovered in mid-air as he regarded
his work, slowly stripping off his sodden clothing and dropping them carelessly
onto another rock. Well, he didn’t really do all that much; he didn’t want to
restrict Vegeta’s movements too much. A few strands of the marine weed
were twined around the ki-cuffs and wrists, looping over the top of the boulder
to be fastened securely to some of the smaller outcroppings on the other side.
Yet more strips of seaweed were wrapped around well-turned ankles to disappear
below the waterline; these were tied securely around the base of the boulder.
Throughout it all, Vegeta slept on.
Kakarrot felt his blood stir as he gazed down longingly upon
the lithe royal. His mate. Silvery light bathed the two Saiyans, the cool
illumination in contrast to the burning within. Vegeta lay sprawled out
delectably, legs spread wide open and arms held above his head. Kakarrot’s tail
lashed excitedly as he stroked himself slowly, raking appreciative eyes over
the sleekly muscled form. Despite his toned physique and intensive physical
training, the prince was naturally slender and his chiseled muscles were lean,
rather than bulky like his own build.
Kakarrot stretched upwards for a moment, his muscles tensing
and bones loosening, tail fluffing out as he allowed the moon’s rays to further
soak in, before he dropped into a crouch over the prone figure. His eyes were
alight with an anticipatory gleam, crimson ringing his irises and lining his
eyes. His nostrils flared as his heightened senses took in the familiar musky
scent of his mate; something he would never tire of.
The particular frequency of the lunar light sang to the
Saiyans, intensifying their instincts and senses. They can also transform into
their alternative Oozaru bodies, but usually chose not to, for it was a clumsy
form and usually reserved for serious warfare, usually off world; the Saiyans
were in demand throughout the galaxy as fighters and mercenaries. And that was
why Matings were preferred under a full moon; not only are they are highly
instinctive rituals, but the moonlight heightens their senses as well.
A rumbling purr resonated from his chest, quickly increasing
in volume, and an answering purr started in the prince’s chest in response.
Vegeta may be asleep, but his body was starting to respond. Kakarrot flashed a
feral grin as he started kneading the prince’s shoulders. ‘Not for much longer,
if I can help it…’
Vegeta gave a low moan at the marvelous touches on his back,
and tried to shift to a more comfortable position. ‘Wha…?’ Cracking open his
eyes in irritation, he realized that his wrists and ankles were bound. His only
unfettered limb slashed the air angrily. “Kakarrot!”
“Nani?” Kakarrot moved his hands lower, tracing little
circular patterns down the spine.
“Untie me!” Vegeta bit back another moan as thumbs began
rubbing deeply into his lower back muscles
“Why?” The feral grin widened. “Aren’t you enjoying this?”
Hands moved to circle the base of an auburn tail, and starting to stroke along
the length, smoothing down the puffed fur.
Vegeta couldn’t stop the dulcet groan as pleasurable spasms wracked
his body. “Damn you Kakarrot… I can’t stand you… don’t..ahhh…don’t you fucking
dare stop!” A particularly violent shudder rippled through his body, and he was
sure he had been about to climax right there and then. But Kakarrot knew just
how far to push his prince, and he lessened his petting of the sensitive tail.
“Mmm… you like that? How about this?” And he felt something
warm, wet and very flexible down there. The prince stiffened momentarily with a
gasp, and then melted, his hips pushing back. Oh kami! A wicked chuckle
floated up to his ears, and then the tongue was removed as hands started
caressing his back again. “Mmm… you seem tense, Vegeta. Maybe you need to
relax…”
Kakarrot was enjoying himself immensely as he teased his
volatile lover. Vegeta was quick to anger, but also quick to arouse; extremely
tactile and not used to surrendering control like this. The prince alternated
between spitting, incoherent curses and strangled, low moans, as Kakarrot
continued his arousing touches, bringing him closer and closer to the brink
each time, only to pull back and leave him almost sobbing in frustration.
“What do you want, Vegeta?” The tall teen leaned down and
crushed his lips against the prince’s. “Hmmm?” He pressed his own rock-hard
arousal between the smaller figure’s ass cheeks. He was so hard, it was almost
painful, but he was sure it was nothing compared to what the shaking prince was
experiencing. When Vegeta remained stubbornly silent, he pushed his tongue in,
pumping the slick organ in and out, in a mimic of another similar action.
‘Shimatta!’ Vegeta closed his eyes as he twisted his head
further and opened his mouth wider, his tail curling tightly around his lover’s
waist and pulling him closer, his hips pushing back unconsciously. What his
mate was doing to him… They have been intimate for less than a year, but
Kakarrot was evidently a fast learner, and knew exactly how and where to drive
him crazy. ‘No… I won’t!’ His resolve almost crumbled as Kakarrot started
rolling his hips back and forth though.
“Fuck..ing low class bakayaro….”
Kakarrot smirked at the half-hearted guttural cussing and
gave one last nip, before he pulled back. He was used to that; he paid little
attention to the actual words, only the tone, and the tone told him that Vegeta
was nearing the end of his tether. He almost laughed, noting the choice of the
swear words too; ‘fuck’ seemed to appear on every line.
The royal’s eyes were heavily lidded and dark with needy
lust, high cheeks flushed rosily and kiss-swollen lips parted slightly as soft
pants misted in the cold night air. A fine sheen of sweat glistened on
satin-bronzed skin, every muscle taut in a state of sexual tension and
frustration. Vegeta gave him a smoldering, sultry look under thick lashes as he
arched his hips back wantonly and purred.
“Vegeta…” The black-haired teenager grinned savagely and
moved downwards again, hot tongue swirling and blazing an icy-hot trail down
his back, nails raked lazily along the lay of a quivering tail. He knew what
the crafty ouji had been trying to do, but he knew he had the upper hand this
time. “Just say it, koi…” Soft kisses alternated with sharp nips, as he covered
the firm buttocks and slender hips in ruddy marks.
A deep purr. “…and I’ll give it to you…”
“…” Vegeta bit his lower lip as another delicious tremor ran
through his body. In truth, he wasn’t sure why he was being so stubborn too. He
had everything to gain if he would just ask for it. His lust-hazed mind
tried very hard to remember just why he was holding out… “…baka…aahh”
Kakarrot gave one last nip and pulled away.
“…would you fucking just fuck me already!!”
Kakarrot chuckled darkly and slid in slowly. And then he
paused expectantly, dipping his head to lick the sweat-slicked junction between
the prince’s neck and shoulder, one of his hands sliding into the soft, upswept
hair.
“…please would you fuck me already?!”
Vegeta screamed as his lover pulled out and slammed in again,
hard. At the same time, his head was yanked back and raw, glorious pain
blossomed in his neck. Oh kami… The thick heat that stretched him fully, the
primal savageness, the burning pain, the delicious pleasure… A violent shudder
rippled through his frame and he gave a low keening moan. “Nnngh…”
Kakarrot kept his teeth sunk in firmly as he rocked his
hips, allowing their bond to form, purring as rich blood flooded his mouth. He
could feel the throb of Vegeta’s pulse in his mouth; he could scent the unique
spicy musk of his mate. His grip on his lover’s hair loosened, and his hand ran
slowly down the back of the prince’s neck to rub gently on the other side of
the neck. The mental bond was currently stronger on his side, and his mate
would complete it when he was bitten in return. His tail bristled and circled
the prince’s slim waist tightly, possessively. ‘Mine… Never let you go again…’
Vegeta wasn’t sure how long they stayed in that position; he
lost all sense of time as he leaned his heated cheek against the rough, cold
rock, his eyes closed. He was vaguely aware of the water that tickled at his
toes, the cold wind that whistled softly around them, the almost palpable
silvery light that bathed the land. And he was extremely aware of the
warm body that covered his, that slid in and out of him slowly. Hands roamed
down his sides in long, sweeping strokes. It all felt so exposed, so primal…so
incredibly erotic. He moaned again when his mate finally moved his head back.
Kakarrot stared down under hooded eyes at the claim mark on
the prince’s neck. His mark. His lips twitched up into a smug smirk as he
increased his pace; loving the incoherent panting moans he was drawing from his
mate, the slick, tight heat he was sheathed in, the lithe body that writhed
madly against his. He needed…
“More…” A breathless plea broke his control. “Kakarrot…”
The tall teenager abruptly vaporized the green weed that
bound the prince’s ankles, and pushed the smaller figure higher up, such that
the other was bent over the curved top of the boulder. Levitating slightly, he
growled and gripping the slender hips tightly, he powered up.
Vegeta hunched his back with a wail as he was stretched
further, his fingers digging unconsciously into the rock. Waves of pulsing,
golden energy washed over him, but it was nothing to the burning length that
jerked deeply within him, the fiery pleasure that lanced and braided through
his frame. Every hard thrust hit something deep, something achingly sweet
within him and turned his spine to molten lava.
Kakarrot panted in ragged, harsh gasps. His blood burned, the heady rush of the ascension roaring through him, and heightening the exquisite sensations that originated in his loins and raced through his body. His nerves sang in raw power and carnal delight, swirling and singeing deliciously in an aphrodisiacal mixture. His vision burned silvery-white as he threw his head back, eyes wide-open but unfocused.
Vegeta had never felt so sensitive, so high. He felt
stretched taut, every muscle painfully tensing in sweet agony. He had been so
aroused; he had been drawn out in a perpetual state of sexual frustration for
like forever… He thought that he would climax soon as Kakarrot started
thrusting, but each movement, each touch, each electrifying jolt as his
prostate was hit, only drove him wilder, crazier. His tail puffed and lashed
jerkily, every pass that brushed past his lover’s chest sent glorious pleasure
rippling through his spine, turning it to molten lava. His toes curled as he
moaned. The peak seemed to float tantalizingly out of his grasp with each gasp;
it was all so painfully frustrating yet wonderfully delicious…
Kakarrot could feel that familiar coil of carnal heat within
him tightening, each stroke bringing him temptingly closer to the edge. The
sobbing mews and whimpering curses from the supple body that twisted and
undulated beneath him were driving him mad, driving him beyond his limits… He
gave a snarl and leaned forward, sinking his teeth into the ragged mating mark
again as he released his seed deep into his mate.
At that sharp, unexpected pain on his neck, the tension
within him shattered into a dazzling kaleidoscope of spinning colors and
overwhelming sensations. Vegeta shuddered in excruciating rapture, violent
convulsions rippling through his body as he rode out the tsunami.
Panting unsteadily as he recovered from his own orgasm,
Kakarrot opened his eyes slowly, noting that he had fallen out of his ascended
state. He also noted smugly that Vegeta had passed out. Fumbling clumsily with
the cuffs on the prince’s wrists, he managed to release the catch before he
collapsed on the boulder as well. It wasn’t the most comfortable nuptial bed,
but he was too tired to care. Pulling his softly purring mate to him, he finally
closed his eyes and surrendered to the tempting darkness.
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Vegeta blinked open sleep-dusted eyes crankily, his bladder
about to explode. For a moment, he forgot where he was and almost fell off the
rock, before catching himself at the last second. It was early morning… The sun
would be rising in a couple of hours, by his estimate.
Blinking owlishly as he regained his bearings, he chuckled
as he stood up unsteadily and simply pissed off the rock. A smirk lit his lips as
he noted the opened ki-cuffs dangling from his right wrist, and his expression
became positively devilish as he turned back around to look at his mate.
No… He had not completed the Mating yet. He chuckled
wickedly as he crouched down over the well-built, snoring teen, his canines
flashing wickedly.
It was his turn…
Really!
Well… at least for us… The vampyres’ legacy lived on in the
two newest initiates, sated and mated. Everyone fucked and lived happily every
after. And the moon continued on its cycle.
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