Body Betrayal By KakarottoKitana. ______________________ I was so aroused it hurt. Straining to stand up taller. His hands ran over my body. His fingers, cold to the touch, left searing heat behind. His tongue lazily slid down my chest, lapping up the sweat that was there. With his hands, which at first were resting on my hips, he drew languid circles on my inner thighs and the entrance of my buttocks, drawing restrained moans from my lips. 'I must not give in, not to him, anyone but Kakarotto.' I thought to myself. My mind said 'NO!!' but my body said otherwise. I screamed to my self, telling my body to stop responding to his advances. I felt a finger push in, and then another. They were wet and gently stretched me from the inside, and then brushed by a spot which had me biting my lip to contain the cry that threatened to spill from my mouth. The fingers were then gone, replaced by something larger, thicker and definitely warmer. I felt pain mix with pleasure as he pushed into me inch by inch, until he was fully seated. The look of intense concentration was gone, he now looked at me with eyes portraying both love and lust. 'Love?? But Chichi was Kakarotto's wife, didn't he love her?! And she's at home, cooking for him probably now!' I thought. I could sense he was slowly loosing control. He pulled out and pushed in with the greatest of ease, trying not to hurt me, and trying to keep control. He moved in a slothlike manner, once again grazing that spot that had me biting my lip, like before, until I almost punctured it. He then bent down to kiss me, or so I thought. His tongue stroked my lips as he pushed and pulled out slowly, waiting for me to adjust. At that moment I decided to speak. "Kakarotto, I'm not made of glass. I won't break." After that statement, he smiles wickedly and I began to regret that I had said that. Wait, I actually DID say that didn't I? Damnit, I actually want him to pound me into oblivion.. He reared back and thrust in with brutal force, hitting that one spot dead-centered. As he continued to pound into me, I could only hold on, my fingers digging into his back. Kakarotto growled low, and in his passion, blazed to Super Saiyan. He slammed into me even harder, and I transformed too, and matched his pace stroke for stroke. That's when I lost my control. He and I moved together as one after I had stopped caring. Our lovemaking shook the ground beneath us. There was now a mental link between us, and it will grow stronger whenever we come into intimate contact. I could feel his pleasure, and it only served to intensify mine. Everytime he thrust in, hitting that spot, he tore a scream from my throat, soon I'd go hoarse, but it just felt that damn good. I ran my fingers down his back, lucking upon the nub that used to be his tail. I slowly rubbed around the nub in a circle, drawing louder moans from him. I pressed two fingers to the middle of the nub and he cried out silently as he emptied himself into me. That was it, the breaking point. I exploded, spilling out everything I had, splattering it all over his chest and mine. Kakarotto pulled out of me and rolled over to the side. He breathed heavily in my ear, "That was fun." I just turned my head away and snorted. "What? I know you liked it, you were screaming and writhing under me!" He said, smirking as a light pink tinged my cheeks. "Leave me alone, Kakarotto. I'm tired." I said. But then I rolled over and snuggled up against him. Shutup. I was cold, and naked, and tired. Kakarotto just chuckled. END!