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101°.
That's what the thermometer read next to the back door as Vegeta made his way inside for a late lunch. Panchy had left a huge tray of 'sandwiches' with a large bowl of fresh fruit on the kitchen table for him.
This is definitely not enough…the warrior thought, eating a handful of 'grapes' and opening the cover of the tray to see which kind of meat the bubbly older woman had chosen today.
He threw a sandwich in his mouth and strolled to the fridge, chewing twice before swallowing. Vegeta began grabbing various tubs of food items, not looking at labels because he didn't really care. If it was edible, he was eating it.
The cool air of the fridge felt nice on the Saiyan’s hot skin. While 101 degrees wasn't the hottest temperature he'd survived in, it was definitely on the warmer side. Which made him grumpy. Well, grumpier.
He kicked the door shut behind him and started to put his bounty down on the counter when a tangy, spicy scent hit his nose. Vegeta sniffed the air curiously. Huh, what's that smell? It's familiar...he thought, absentmindedly dropping all the food containers he had on the counter. A couple hit the floor and rolled, but Vegeta didn't notice as he stepped out of the kitchen and into the living room, still sniffing.
Whatever this intoxicating smell was, it was starting to raise the hairs on his arms and make his blood even hotter. He continued up the stairs and to the second floor where his and the Briefs' bedrooms were. Vegeta stopped outside the woman's door. He couldn't detect any kis’ up here, but he looked around regardless. Even though they had already been...intimate, he still felt odd going into her chambers without her consent.
...Intimate…
Vegeta thought back to the afternoon he and the woman shared in the GR two weeks prior. He had wandered upon her with the guts of the console strewn about without letting him know beforehand, and he was furious about the inconvenience. The loud bluenette had been acting extra bratty since her break up with the scar-faced imbecile, and Vegeta was tired of her shit. Not to mention her scent untainted with him was like a beacon in the cold dark.
They had been in a screaming match, inches apart, when the crass female decided to yank him in for a kiss. Vegeta faintly remembered a small objection in the logical part of his mind at the time, but that gave way to a crashing wave of need that consumed both he and Bulma. Her kiss had stirred a long dormant need and awakened a primal side that both surprised and perplexed Vegeta with it's urgency.
After their spur of the moment fuck against the console, the Prince panicked and fled before the bluenette had even caught her breath. He could still hear her pants and moans while he tried, and failed, to drift to sleep at night. Vegeta touched his lips, still standing in front of the woman’s room.
He thought back how he had avoided her since that incident. Being extra careful to sense her ki and wait for her to leave common areas before entering, or even skipping meals to come ravage the kitchen when all the occupants were sleeping. Vegeta was even dropping broken bots off at her lab door at odd hours to avoid actually conversing with her face to face. Then he either hid or outright left the grounds when she came to return the fixed equipment.
Coward...he berated himself inwardly, I should stop hiding from that infuriating little earthling. Even being in the same room after the blue beauty was a struggle. Her scent had altered slightly since their coupling and it seemed to hang on every object in the house. It smelled eerily similar to the ‘perfume’ in the air now.
And then it all made sense. Understanding bloomed on his face and a lecherous grin followed. That vulgar little creature...he cackled inwardly. She knows I can find her easily enough, even without my adept sense of smell...unless…
----Earlier----
It was so. Damn. Hot!
Bulma couldn't take it. It was the end of July and a heat wave had gripped West City by the balls. The main compound and 2 of the 6 stand alone labs’ AC units had been on the fritz since the day before, and the company contracted to work on all Capsule Corp HVAC units was booked solid until the next afternoon. She was currently misting herself with a handheld spray bottle and had a fan going on her desk; her mint green tank top tied up under her tits in an attempt to cool off. Even her toned legs had a sheen of sweat on them where her cut off shorts ended to bare them.
Bulma pouted and whined dramatically. She was bored and hot, dammit! There's no way I'm getting any work done in this heat! I'm kind of at a standstill anyway...she thought to herself. She had been synthesizing a new carbonite-like material for Vegeta's chest piece, but really she was just staring at the screen while the computer ran the program. It was going to take another hour to complete this cycle and she would probably run another after that just to be sure. Her perfectionism wouldn't let her run something once. She stretched and yawned.
“I think I deserve an iced coffee and a break!” she declared aloud, getting up from her chair and placing the squirt bottle down on her desk. She made her way to the kitchen, glancing at the sandwich tray Panchy had left out for Vegeta. She opened the fridge and pulled out the pitcher of iced coffee her mother normally kept brewed for her and Dr. Briefs during the summer months.
As she pulled a glass out of the cabinet and filled it with ice, her eyes wandered to the GR outside. It was humming away as usual. She glanced at the clock. 1:24pm and the Saiyan Prince still hadn't come in for the lunch her mother prepared over an hour ago.
Figures. He's been putting extra effort into avoiding me since the GR incident two weeks ago...she rolled her eyes, a blush coloring her cheeks at the recollection. Leave it to Vegeta to finally show some semblance of social normalcy and then retract in on himself like a kami-damned turtle!
Bulma had a sneaking suspicion that the little shit was straight up leaving the compound when she went to drop off his fixed bots. The same fixed bots that ‘conveniently’ started showing up at her lab door in the middle of the night! She was hoping maybe they could make the carnal release a regular occurrence, he was a fan-fucking-tastic lay, but his avoidance was really putting a damper on that idea. Using her imagination and recalling their impassioned fuck against the console during her morning shower with her removable shower head wasn’t cutting it anymore. She needed the real flesh and blood thing, godsdammit!
...Unless…
A Cheshire grin split Bulma's face. Oh yes...she thought. We're going to play a little game with that tease of a Saiyan. Smiling wickedly, she grabbed her iced coffee and made her way back to the lab to hatch her devious plan. She was bored after all!
----Upstairs----
Vegeta stalked through the top floor of the house and continued to sniff like a bloodhound. Oh I'll find you, you little minx...he thought. You can't hide from the Prince of all Saiyans for long. Bulma was intelligent and cunning, as well as beautiful. He knew she was playing a game with him.
Vegeta had been avoiding her ever since their tryst against the control panel, so he figured that this was her way of getting back at him. He just didn't know what to do with all these new emotions she had ripped to the surface since they had coupled, and avoidance seemed the best route. The genius inventor was unlike any creature he had encountered in the universe. Witty, brilliant, caring to a fault; she had opened her home to the Prince with nothing but promises of protection from his mass murdering ass. She had plenty of flaws too; she was loud and pushy, and could be a spoiled princess at times. But when she argued with him and got that fire in her eyes, he couldn't decide whether he should blast her or mount her. She was maddening and irresistible all wrapped into one gorgeous package. And at this particular moment, he did not give a single flying fuck about feelings or the tormoil of urges she brought up within him. He wanted to find that blue haired little she-devil and bury himself in her.
He scented the air again when he came to the top of the stairs. Vegeta found it interesting that she didn't smell the same as she did when he had her in the GR. That was more of a fruity, citrus smell. She smelled more of a femine musk this time, a tangy bursting scent that was calling to him. The same scent that hung in the air after her in a room and drove him crazy. He licked his lips as he took the stairs 2 at a time down to the bottom floor.
Vegeta was well aware that he could resort to using ki to locate her, but that wasn’t as much fun as stalking his prey by scent alone. Plus, he had a feeling that the woman was hoping he would use his keen nose instead of taking the easy way out. He continued to sniff around in the living room again and throughout the rooms on the first floor of the Briefs’ home. He didn’t find her in any of the 4 guest bedrooms or the large in-home library. She wasn’t in her study or her father’s study. He thought about checking her mother’s craft room, but that place creeped him out so he avoided it.
Vegeta stopped by the hallway to the right of the backdoor to the garden and glanced at the door at the end. The scent trail gathered heavily here, taking on an additional layer of floral undertones. He had saved the labs in the basement for last, wanting to stretch out her anticipation since he had deduced her endgame. He grinned widely, fangs peeking out from his lips, as he strode down the hallway like a large cat zeroing in on his prey.
---Earlier in the Lab---
Once Bulma was back down in her lab, she set her beverage down and flicked her video surveillance equipment on. She had a plethora of cameras all over the grounds, but she only focused on 3 for now. One that was in the GR, one outside the house pointed at the GR, and one inside the house pointing at the front door.
She watched the one screen bathed in an omnibus red light, labeled GR2. Vegeta hovered about 10 feet off the ground, running through floating katas fluidly. Bulma followed the movements of his body as he trained, seeing the shine on his muscles as they flexed and worked. The control he had over his strength and body were unrivaled, and she knew that from experience.
A shiver ran down her spine at the memory. She glanced down at the small control panel she could make out in the GR on her little video monitor and envisioned her last encounter with the alien Prince. His strong presence and unique scent surrounding her. His hands fisting her sundress and then shredding it with one quick movement. Remembering his tongue in her mouth, on her pulse, on her breasts. Her fingers ghosted over the column of her throat at the recollection. She let out a small moan and rubbed her thighs together, her right hand trailing from her neck to the top of her chest.
Bulma kept watching the Saiyan train as she trailed her hand from her chest, down her tummy, to the top of her jean shorts. Reminiscing about her romp with Vegeta two weeks ago was making her all hot and bothered, which was her intention. She licked her lips and grinned as she unbuttoned her shorts and dipped her hand inside. She began slowly teasing herself on the outside of her black undergarments, feeling the dampness that had begun from her actions start to spread and increase.
Bulma kept her eyes on the screen. Vegeta had moved from floating katas with a shirt on, to battle bots with no shirt. Her cunt twitched. Fuck, he's always great to look at...she smirked. Sometimes, she could even deal with him when he opened his mouth; not just when he was silent and delicious. He was moving at a speed she couldn't register other than a blur, but when he would connect with a bot or charge a ki blast, he would stop momentarily and she could just catch him in all his glory.
Bulma continued to run her fingers over her clothed sex as she watched Vegeta. She was beginning to need more contact than just outside the panty touching. She unzipped and removed her shorts, leaving them by her feet. Bulma brought her middle finger to her mouth and wet it, wanting to scratch the itch deep inside herself. After her finger was slick enough, she pulled her black panties to the side and spread her lips.
Bulma used her wetted middle finger to roll slow circles around her clit. She glanced down at where she was touching herself, getting a small thrill watching her finger go around and around on her bundle of nerves. Her mind wandered back to Vegeta’s body and their encounter in the GR, black eyes burning with lust before he flipped her around with her hips flush against the bulky, unforgiving console. She changed her pace after a moment, doing three quick circles with increased pressure and then sliding down to her opening to lubricate with the arousal she was building. She started to fidget and pant, sliding her finger further and further into her opening until she was well and truly fucking herself.
Bulma moaned into the empty lab, recalling him kneeling behind her as he slipped her underwear down her legs and bit her left ass cheek hard enough to leave a mark, but not break skin. Bulma paused briefly to slide her panties down her legs to join her shorts. She then lifted her right one to rest on her desk to open herself wider. She heard the moist noises coming from her stimulated cunt and began getting her ring finger to join the fun. After both fingers were sufficiently soaked, she began the earnest pace she set earlier with both fingers.
She again flashed back to the GR; remembering Vegeta sliding one, and then two gloved digits into her tight heat from behind. He had slid his other hand up her back as he bent her over the console to finger fuck her, before teasing her with his head. When he finally slammed his hard cock into her, her shriek echoed in the sound proofed ship. Bulma had been so ready for him then, like she was now.
Bulma was so into her self love session, she didn’t notice that Vegeta was no longer on the screen in the GR. She felt herself getting to her edge and slowed down. She wanted the Saiyan here for the finale, after all. She glanced at the video monitors and caught the tail end of his pointy black mane going from the living room to the kitchen. She smiled widely. He has to have caught on to my game by now...she thought. She curled her fingers on her g-spot, panting and moaning loudly so she knew his sharp ears would catch it.
“Vegeta…” she breathed out just loud enough that she was sure he'd hear her.
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A faint light was coming out from under the crack at the bottom of the door as Vegeta stalked down the hallway. His ears were picking up heated noises coming from behind the doorway. And then he heard it.
"Vegeta…"
He was at the door knob instantaneously, gloved hand already reaching out to grasp the handle and open the door. He glared at the garment covering his battle hardened hand. In his haste to take the woman in the GR, he hadn’t removed his gloves and thus never got to feel her flesh. He took the glove tip of his middle finger in between his teeth and removed each of the white gloves. Vegeta did not make the same mistake twice.
Naked hands free to the world now, Vegeta was settling into his natural hunter behavior. His heart rate increased and his vision sharpened as he pushed the door open, the heavy scent of the woman's arousal pulling an animalistic need out of him that he was almost ashamed of. Almost.
Vegeta took silent steps down the small landing into the basement. Here he came upon another hallway with a door on either side and one at the end. He had been down here many times before to find the woman for repairs, but this time was different. This time he was hunting prey. And she smelled like she was ready to be devoured.
Vegeta quickly and quietly made his way to the door on the right, the door he knew led to Bulma's private lab. The heady scent was so strong, he stopped and took 3 huge panting breaths, needing to ground himself. His instincts were threatening to take over and he did not want to injure the woman. His vision was tunneled, hairs on his arms standing up and he felt like he was under extreme tension that threatened to snap. Vegeta’s mind flashed to his previous sexual encounter with the woman. He had felt something similar then, but what he was going through now was much more intense; harder to suppress.
He pushed the door open as her exhilarating scent enveloped him.
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Bulma looked up in the doorway when she heard Vegeta quietly push it open. He looked downright feral and it sent a shiver down her spine to her wet pussy. She was still fingering herself with her right hand, leg still up on the desk. She stared directly into his eyes, not looking away. For some reason, her lizard brain was telling her to keep eye contact with the beast in front of her. The fire in his dark eyes was setting her ablaze and she whimpered as a low growl escaped his throat. Vegeta took a long, open mouthed inhale and she was reminded of a male lion taking in the heat of a ready female.
He grabbed on to the door frame, but otherwise he was still. Boring a hole through her with his gaze, he looked down to where her fingers were disappearing in and out of herself with wet noises. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, and gripped the metal of the door frame tighter, beginning to leave an indent.
“Woman…”, he snarled. He looked like he was fighting an inner battle and losing. His eyes slid open again to stare at her and what she was doing to herself. Bulma continued her pace, slipping her fingers out and circling them around her clit before splitting her womanhood open for him, then plunging them back into her soaking center. She giggled at the choked noise he made, noticing the creak of the metal door frame being gripped with an unreasonable force.
“Yes?” she said breathily. Watching him watch her was turning her on more than she thought it would.
“What in the seven hells...are you doing?” he struggled to ask. It seemed to her like Vegeta was working furiously against his instincts to jump on her and fuck her. Bulma remembered how she shook and sobbed his name in the gravity room, causing her breath to hitch.
“Just having a little fun by myself. I had some...ahhh, ahhh...time while I was running this test. And I haven’t had a good fuck in 2 weeks…,” she trailed off as she picked up the pace of her fingers. Bulma closed her eyes and ran her left hand up under her tank top. She began pinching and pulling her nipple under her shirt. She heard Vegeta’s sharp intake of breath through his nose. She opened her blue orbs to look at him again. Bulma had never felt so powerful in all her life.
“Wanna watch the climax?” she winked and moaned, finding a great combo of sensations between fucking herself and stimulating her nipples. She only received a hiss in return as she watched Vegeta fidget and struggle to stay still. She kept her gaze on his face to gauge his reactions and focused on the feelings she was creating within herself. Bulma was enjoying watching the Prince as she continued to work toward her release. The air in the lab was buzzing with barely contained energy and she guessed that it had to be emanating from him. A warmth was building in the pit of her stomach and she knew she would come soon. Vegeta licked his lips as if he knew too.
He kept himself anchored at the door. The metal of the doorway was beginning to bend and flex in a way he was sure it would never fully close again, but he didn’t give a fuck. His Oozaru was struggling to the surface, he could feel a tingle in his canines. He longed to sink his teeth and his cock into her, but he was curious to watch this ritual to the end. He had never witnessed a female pleasure herself before, and the act was both gorgeous and scandalous. He could feel his chest heave with labored breaths, almost in time with Bulma’s. Her tangy musk was surrounding him and he could tell by the spike in the floral undertones that she was close to her end.
Bulma’s body was on overdrive. The mix of her arousal and oncoming orgasm, with the predatory gaze and static hum of ki from Vegeta was a cocktail of overstimulation she was not prepared for. Her nerves were live wires as she felt the wave crest and crash. She plunged her fingers in deep and felt her walls clench and clamp. She kept watching Vegeta as she came, panting his name as she did so. She wanted to keep working herself through it, but she was startled when a burst of air surrounded her and suddenly felt her back against the wall of her lab.
Hearing her utter his name as she came caused his resolve to crack. Before he was fully aware of what he was doing, Vegeta had her gathered up and against the wall, her legs on his shoulders and his face in her cunt. He licked the slick off both of her inner thighs and buried his tongue in her, not wanting to waste any of her delicious juices. Bulma cried out in surprise and it turned into a long, low moan.
“Fuck, Vegeta! That feels fucking amazing…” she panted, looking down with lust-clouded eyes at the Saiyan between her legs. He slid his tongue up to her clit and sucked; dark eyes burning with her blue ones. Vegeta didn’t taste her when he had taken her against the GR console, and he was glad his face was between her thighs this time around. Her taste was similar to the smell she now emitted. Tangy, bursting with a heavy sweet flavor and a hint of the flower ‘honeysuckle’ that her mother grew in the garden. Bulma threw her head back against the wall and wailed.
“Oh Kami, Yes! Just like that.” She threaded her hands in his hair to hang on. She was barely down from the high of her first orgasm and he was already bringing her to the precipice of the next. He had her right leg supported at the knee on his left shoulder and the ball of her left foot perched on his right one. Vegeta held her left knee steady and cupped her right ass cheek as he supported her weight against the wall. Bulma rocked her hips into Vegeta’s mouth, and he groaned in approval, squeezing her supple ass as she pushed herself into him. He took long, slow, firm licks from her entrance to her clit and flicked his tongue on her bundle of nerves when he reached it. Vegeta moved his left hand from squeezing her ass to slide two fingers into Bulma’s slit, balancing her effortlessly on his shoulders and against the wall. He started a pace that matched the suckling on her clit. She was soft and scorching on the inside, like a liquid-heat vice he couldn’t wait to push into. Yes, removing his gloves this time was definitely the correct decision.
Bulma made more indecent noises at volumes he was sure her parents would hear as he slurped and sucked and fingered her. He continued to tease her like this until she was squirming and whining. He withdrew his fingers and pressed his face into her pussy; fucking her with his tongue. Vegeta’s alien speed made her twitch and shake.
“Ah, ah, ah, please Vegeta...please,” she begged, she couldn’t even form sentences anymore. The need to come was so strong. He slid his arms under her legs and grasped the top of her thighs to pull her apart for easier access to her opening, pressing her hips flush to the wall. He latched back on her clit, sucking and rolling it with his tongue, growling and rumbling beginning in his chest. Heat shot down to her cunt and she called his name again as she came hard. He slid his tongue back down to her slippery core so he wouldn’t miss a drop, his lips and chin were wet with her. He kept lapping, slowing as she caught her breath and quivered around his mouth. Vegeta lowered her down the wall, licking his lips and smirking at her.
Bulma’s chest heaved. Fuck, he’s good at that...she mused. She wrapped her arms around his neck and grinned at him.
“Did you like my little game, Prince?” she asked mischievously as she tried to catch her breath. She rolled her hips into his groin, feeling his hardness straining against the stretchy fabric of his training suit. She left a damp spot on the fabric where they met. He snarled again, exposing a canine and dipped his head in to run his nose up her neck.
“A vulgar trick if you ask me, woman.”
“Well I couldn’t just wait around for you to fuck me. I needed to take matters into my own hands,” she giggled breathily.
He hummed against her neck. She continued to grind her hot sex into his and he was suddenly angry at being overdressed. He easily held her against the wall with one arm, while the other pushed his training pants down his thighs to rest above his knees. His cock sprang out, just as hot and ready as she was. Bulma couldn’t tear her gaze away from it. She didn’t normally use the word ‘pretty’ when speaking about male anatomy; maybe ‘mouth watering’ was the correct description. Either way, the Saiyan Prince was well endowed and his cock looked absolutely delicious. On the large side and girthy, there was no mistaking whether or not Vegeta was virile. Caramel skin wrapped around a firm, velvety member. His head was weeping slightly from her earlier show and tasting her. Bulma continued to watch as he rubbed his thick head through her glistening lips, splitting her open and coating himself in her juices. She whined at the contact, he felt so hot at her entrance. She bucked trying to get him to slip inside her.
“Eager, are we?” he husked. He lined up his shot and slipped his arms under the backs of her legs at her knees and placed his hands flat on the wall behind her. Bulma clasped her hands behind his neck and continued to watch where their bodies met, her legs splaying wide at the new position Vegeta had placed her in. He anchored his feet and as he slipped in effortlessly, they groaned together.
“Mmm...Vegeta. Give it all to me...please” she moaned, lost in the feeling of him filling her. Bulma scrunched her eyes shut and arched her back. Fuck, he felt fantastic. She couldn’t get close enough. Her nails clawed his neck and ran up the nape to his hair, tugging slightly. Bulma tried to move her hips to encourage him to fuck her, but Vegeta had stilled inside of her and was panting again.
He felt feverish. Whatever Earthly, dark cunt magic this woman possessed, she was making the normally in control warrior test his limits of self restraint. Her naughty words weren’t helping his resolve, either. He had been with other females before, but none had made him struggle with his instincts like her. She felt divine, like the Kais themselves had made them for each other. Vegeta continued to take large, open mouthed breaths at the juncture of Bulma’s neck and shoulder.
“Please move. Please, Vegeta...I need more.” She squirmed and he pressed her into the wall further, growling. His breath on her skin and hot cock inside of her were sending chills through her body.
“I do not...want to injure you, woman…” He didn’t even sound like himself, his voice taking a low timber that made Bulma want to wiggle even closer to him.
“Mmm...please. I trust that you won’t hurt me. I just need to feel you.”
Vegeta took another large inhale at her neck, the pheromones making his sinuses sting pleasantly and canines ache like he had eaten something sweet. He licked and sucked his way up her neck to her jaw and nipped, slowly retreating his member from her core. He raised his face to look into her eyes, burning with the blue intensity of a flame’s heart. He slammed back into her, and she let out a small gasp. Vegeta continued to fuck her against the wall at a steady pace, retracting slowly and then slamming her back into the wall with his cock.
Bulma did her best to meet his thrusts, but the position he had her in did not allow for much movement. She was split open with her knees almost at her shoulders. Vegeta didn’t seem to mind or even notice her weight as he moved in and out of her. She arched her back off the wall as she felt tingles shot from her cunt to her extremities. She mewled and whined, begging him to send her over again.
“Oh fuck...yes! I’m gonna come, Vegeta. Harder...harder,” she whimpered, clawing the top of his back with her left hand and gripping his hair with her right. Bulma was trying to find purchase somewhere to anchor herself and create more force. He grunted and picked up the pace, moving his hips faster and punctuating the end of his movement with an upward flex of his hips. The new angle caused Bulma to squeal in delight. She kept making needy noises and it kept making his inner beast claw and fight to the surface. He wanted nothing more than to destroy this little blue woman wrapped around him so perfectly; to sink his fangs into her and taste her blood. I wonder if that tastes as exquisite as her pussy...he thought absentmindedly, but he made sure to keep the wisp of control he was hanging on to. Vegeta heard the squelching and swishy noises coming from where their bodies met and looked down. His thick cock disappeared repeatedly and he could see the shine of Bulma’s arousal on him. He inhaled deeply; wanting to imprint the sight, smell and feeling of their coupling on his brain.
“Are all Earth women this wet and ready? Or are you just a trembling, soaking mess at the hands of a Saiyan Prince?” Vegeta smirked, not missing a single stroke as he increased the speed and force of his rhythm. He looked up to lock his ebony eyes with her half open, blissed out sapphire ones. She made another sultry moan at his words.
“I only get this way for royalty...shit, don’t stop! Uh-Uhh-Aaah!” she tried to quip back, but the otherworldly male was pushing her so close, she lost her train of thought.
Vegeta had an honest grin on his face, fangs out and eyes glimmering. He watched Bulma’s expression as he continued to pump into her, he wanted to watch her as she came this time. Her eyes were closed now, head tilted up to the ceiling. He felt the tug at his hair and the bite of her nails, she had to be close. Her inner walls hugged him tighter, every out and in of his dick causing a glorious vacuum of push and pull that had him delirious.
“That’s it…” he murmured, “come on this dick. I know you’re close. Fuck...you’re so tight and wet. You feel fucking amazing, woman... ”
Bulma glowed from the inside out. Vegeta’s dirty talk had hot streaks shooting through her veins and at his praise she fluttered around him. He felt her pussy turn from tight to vice grip as she seized and came on his dick just like he asked. He buried his face in her neck, using all his years of training to not bite, and pumped into her furiously. Vegeta was trying to run down his own orgasm before her peak was over.
He found his promised land, heat spreading from his lower back and pelvis up to his brain and scrambling it as he groaned her name. His consciousness fought the urge to mark Bulma right then and there. Her scent peaked as his essence mixed with hers and Vegeta felt at peace for the first time he could remember in his adult life. He felt this strange feeling, like he belonged. Like he was deserving, even if only for that moment.
"Bulma…"