Conditions of Endearment
IV The First Night
Thank you for the reviews, and please pardon the long wait. I have probably rewritten this chapter five times. I am trying to make this more than just smut and will attempt to bring up more of Kimba's history soon. Suggestions are always welcome!
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She was breathing heavily as the man worked his tongue expertly between her legs, flicking lightly at her clit before diving back down against her maidenhood. She was wet and dripping with need, breathing heavily.
“Mmn… Ah!” She gasped as he slid a finger in to stroke her from the inside. His tongue lapped her up and her legs began to shake uncontrollably. She grabbed a handful of his hair and lifted him up towards her. He came with no complaints. His muscles were thick and strong beneath her hands and the sweet scent of his musk hung over them. She wrapped her legs around his waist and tried to pull him into her but he resisted, attacking her neck with nips and kisses before giving her an assertive bite as his tip prodded against her entrance. Kimba let out a weak cry as her back arched up. She begged him desperately for what she needed by grinding her hips against his erection. She was so wet, just a little closer… Kimba threaded her fingers into his hair again and guided his mouth to her lips for a passionate kiss. Opening her eyes Kimba saw the hard face of her lover.
“I want to hear you scream.”
She woke in her tiny bed tangled in the sheet and a cold sweat. The red-haired girl sighed and repositioned herself, reflecting on the nightmare and last few days of confinement to her new quarters. He’d made her strip the first night. Being so exposed, so naked in front of a stranger was humiliating; but he hadn’t touched her. Not that way. With one arm barley covering her supple breasts and the other shielding her vulva the saiyan prince had given her the once-around. He’d raised her arm up off her breasts to get a look at her assets, cupping one and squeezing it uncomfortably. He checked the muscle tone in her abs and legs with hard pinches before moving to her face.
The saiyan noted that the woman was beautiful in a strange way. Her green eyes regarded him with loathing. Such a defenseless animal putting on such a hard face was almost endearing. The luster of her red hair was eye-catching in the dimly lit room and the light freckles on her pale skin resembled stars in the night sky. She was very different from the native Saiyan females who’d grow tall and muscular to compete with the men. Ideals of beauty between the two races were drastically different, but while Vegeta regarded this human with disgust he couldn’t stop himself from becoming aroused by her smooth skin and salacious profile.
He drank up the sight of her disheveled form and stroked a lock of her unkempt hair. Damn Freeza! What does he expect me to do with this worthless worm? I can’t do missions and take care of a pet! She has to die. He thought, thrusting a thumb inside her mouth. With a jerk her teeth were exposed; smooth, and white, and snarling. It’s healthy, at least. Kimba clawed his hand away and eyed him contemptuously, contemplating whether it would be worth dying to attack him. The icy glare from his eyes dared her to continue, to do more. Kimba stilled her breathing and stepped backwards, fearing reproach. She wasn’t prepared for the sudden backhand that threw her into the bedroom wall, and she crumpled to the ground with a weak moan.
The saiyan stalked angrily past Kimba to a closet. He pulled out a dark blue square and threw it on her naked body. A malevolent grin spread across his features when she flinched. I can’t kill her immediately, it would be an insult. I have to wait a few months first. If she can last that long.
Gripping the suit against her body she cried without bothering to get up. All of her body throbbed and ached, mixing with the stabbing pain that Raditz had left her with. Kimba listened to Vegeta storm out of the suite and cursed his name.
Thinking about that night made her shudder. I can't stay here. She thought, pulling her knees up to her chest in the tiny bed with an exhausted sigh. The mattress that folded down from the wall was hard, and made for awful sleeping. Wiping the sweat off her forehead she began to plan. He'd been gone for what seemed like days and Kimba couldn't waste anymore time. It would have to be today..