(27/11/2002)

 

Hallow Moon

 

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…

 

 

End…

 

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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