Locks

Radditz' point of view.

My first drabble.

    Green predatory eyes stared at me as I lay on the ground. Locks of
gold,

rustling in the wind of his power. He stood over me as if appraising
his freshly

caught prey... I want to flee, but his gaze prevents me. All the other
beings on

this world are gone, just ruins in the distance; we are alone.

    He is upon me before I realized he moved nipping, sucking, licking.
Pausing

only to laugh at the power he has over me.

    I groan.

    My body has a mind of its own, reacting to his mesmerizing hair,
and piercing eyes.

Gasping, I now realize we are bare, our hips flush.

    Oh how my mind wants to bash his head in for thinking he could do
this to me, of all people.

'Tis despicable of him to make me feel like this!

    I hiss.

    He tortures me- pulling his fingers through my waist-length black
hair almost painfully

as he grinds into me; pleasure and pain a delicious counterpoint.

    I pant.

    Our hands are moving frantically now. Grasping and rubbing and
squeezing; bruising.

My hips bucking on their own accord drawing sounds from him.
That does it.

    I yield.

    He embeds his nose in my hair, drawing long, deep breaths; before
he nips and suckles

my jaw as he prepares me.

    I moan.

    He has slicked himself and entered me with a surprising gentleness.
Pausing he says to me:

"I've waited a long time for this." And moves.

    I shout.

    Our explorations and movements become frenzied in our need. Yes I need
this. He needed this.

So long, it has been, since I had a great fuck with a saiyan.

    We tremble.

    Our bodies quake with our completion. His massive body nearly
crushing mine as he collapses on me,

inhaling the scent of my mane. I mumble one name before I pass out:
"Broly..."