Added: Zulay Chancey - Date: 24.02.2022 20:15 - Views: 36186 - Clicks: 4500
By: Tina Lang Bulma's lemon fantasy mixes with the lemon reality in her bedroom! Disclaimer: Don't own it, never will. So don't sue. The dildo slipped from Bulma's slick passage into the cooled bathwater as her hand flew up to her chest in shock at the rude interruption. She thought furiously, Vegeta has the worst timing of anyone I know! Of course, the object of her fantasies would have to choose that exact moment to disrupt her from her daydreams of him! Of his compact, muscular body …. Bulma shook her head to rid herself of those thoughts.
The mood was totally ruined now, and she knew that Vegeta would be on her case in a matter of minutes, trying to get her to fix his stupid gravity room. Bulma sighed and laid her head back against the rim of the tub as she covered her face with her hands. She had Dragonball sex story so close! Her secret fantasy of taking Vegeta as her lover had been about to reach its climax-and more importantly, she had been about to reach her own climax, as well! And then the real Vegeta had to show up and ruin everything!
She growled as she heard his voice again. If she hadn't been in such a bad i. I need to train! Get down here and fix the fucking gravity room now! Standing up, Bulma decided that she was in no mood to deal with the Saiyan Prince right now- or to fix the gravity room! She grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her body. She was still wet-in more ways than one, much to her annoyance. She walked through the connecting door into her bedroom, and then opened the door to the hallway just a crack.
She yelled, just as loudly as Vegeta had earlier, "Go fix your own fucking gravity room! I'm not your servant! ThereBulma thought smugly, that should show him! It's about time he learned that he can't push Bulma Briefs around! Just as she was about to slam her door for effect, who should suddenly appear in the doorway in front of her-due to his Saiyan speed-but Vegeta! Bulma gasped, trying frantically to close the door in his face, but Vegeta placed a single hand on it, and pushed it all the way open. In the struggle, Bulma's towel fell unnoticed to the floor.
Unnoticed, that is, until Vegeta began to advance on her menacingly, but suddenly stopped, staring at her luscious, nude body. Bulma just stood there, trembling. She knew she shouldn't be afraid of him, and deep down, she knew that he would never hurt her.
But appearing in front of her so suddenly like that had startled her, and she knew that he wasn't in a good mood, due to the failure of the gravity room to perform up to his rigorous standards of abuse. Meanwhile, Vegeta was looking up and down her beautiful body, his gaze unhindered. His greedy eyes hungrily devoured her gorgeous face, those big, blue eyes that a man could drown in, those plump, full lips that begged for kisses.
His gaze then roved down past the long, slender neck that he longed to bite, those plump, perky breasts that entreated his attentions, the flat planes of her Dragonball sex story, those long, long legs that he could so easily imagine wrapped around his waist.
And then, his gaze fell to the center of her passion. His eyes widened as he realized that she was already dripping wet. And not just from her bath, either! Bulma suddenly realized just what Vegeta was looking at, and blushed as she attempted to cover herself, ineffectively, with her bare arms. For every step Vegeta took forward, Bulma took a step back. Until she felt the satin sheets of her king-size bed against the back of her calves and lost her balance, tumbling backwards onto the large bed.
Vegeta's smirk had grown now into an ominous grin. Bulma just stared up at him with wide eyes as he planted his left knee on the mattress next to her, and planted his right hand next to her head, thus trapping her between his body and the bed. Bulma shivered. This was just like another one of her many fantasies starring Vegeta …. However, her arms wouldn't budge. Blinking with sleepy confusion, Bulma looked up at her arms, each of which was tied to one post of her four-post bed.
When she looked down at her legs, she saw that they, too, were tied apart, one ankle secured firmly to each post. What's going on here? Bulma wondered. Why can't I move my arms and legs? Vegeta grabbed both of her wrists in his hand. Then, with his other hand, he manipulated his ki, forming a long, blue-white ki rope that wound itself around Bulma's wrists, and then proceeded to wind itself around one of the bedposts, effectively tying her down. He then used the same technique to tie her legs apart, each to a different bedpost, until they were spread incredibly wide, and she was completely open to him.
Bulma's eyes widened as Vegeta smirked. He'd wanted to do this for a long time … but what he didn't know was that she'd Dragonball sex story it, too! And, honestly … the fact that she was unable to move, and completely at his mercy, Dragonball sex story her on like nothing else. He could do whatever he wanted, be gentle or rough, his power over her was complete.
And though she would never admit it … she liked it. She liked it a lot. He began to slowly walk around the bed, never taking his eyes of f her. His arms were folded across his chest in that trademark manner of hisand that sexy smirk never left his face, even as his eyes roamed down the nude body laid out on the satin sheets before him like an offering. When he finally reached the foot of the bed, he stopped, staring at the part of her exposed by her parted legs. She was already so wet, so ready, and just from being tied down!
Bulma stifled a groan. She could feel herself getting wetter as his intense gaze burned into her inner core. And she knew, from the smirk on his face, that he was aware of this fact. The bastard! But … she was too turned on right now to be angry at him. She needed him too much. So she made one of the few movements she was still Dragonball sex story to make, and thrust her hips upward and forwards as much as she could, begging him silently to take her, letting him know of her overwhelming need for him.
The smirk was gone as he watched her pleading movements. His arms uncrossed and fell to his sides. His expression was completely serious, his eyes filled with desire, as he slowly came towards her, climbing onto the bed and moving towards her, until he lay in between her legs. His eyes, seemingly with great effort, managed to lift from her gyrating pussy up to her own pleading blue eyes. They stayed like that for several long minutes, staring at each other, drowning in one another's eyes.
Soon, Bulma couldn't take it anymore, she needed to feel him inside her, and she couldn't wait Dragonball sex story second longer. That one word seemed to do so many things to him. The set expression on his face changed so many different times, with so many different emotions, that Bulma couldn't even tell them apart.
And then a determined look finally appeared, and instead of giving in to her plea, he leaned down and buried his face between her legs. Bulma was completely at his mercy. Her arms and legs restrained by his ki, she could do nothing to stop him from taking what he wanted. He had wanted her for the longest time. From the moment he saw her that first time on Namek, he had desired her. And now … now he would finally be able to fulfill those desires.
He looked down at the treasure nestled in between her legs. She was already incredibly wet, incredibly ready for him. Vegeta smirked. He knew that she wanted this. The sexual tension had been building between them for months.
They had both been determined to fight it, but now things had changed. He was, after all, the Prince of all Saiyans. Why should he be denied something that he wanted? And the fact that she wanted it too only made him harder, and more eager to take her, to claim her as his.
But as he looked down at her drenched cunt, his Saiyan instincts suddenly took over. The smell of her arousal made his nostrils flare, and made him want to taste her. So he did. Bulma gasped as Vegeta's head suddenly buried itself in between her legs. How does he know about my fantasy? She wondered. Because he was following this particular one almost move by move!
She moaned as he began to lick and suck at the tiny bud nestled between her folds, and as his tongue snaked its way deep into her passage. Her arms began moving of their own Dragonball sex story, and she yanked on the ki-rope in order to free them so that she could clutch the satin sheets, but to no avail.
She was writhing under the skill of his glorious mouth, and there was no way to free herself from his power! When he brought his hand up to assist himself, and put three fingers in her as his Dragonball sex story continued to suckle upon the bud of her pleasure, Bulma could take it no more, and all the sensations that had been winding up inside her suddenly released, and she screamed as she came, her feminine juices drenching his fingers.
Vegeta just chuckled and continued his selfless ministrations. She moaned softly at the loss of his skillful mouth and quick, wicked tongue, even though she was so tired she would barely have been able to move, even if she hadn't been restrained! Vegeta's hands and mouth slowly trekked their way up her body, stopping only to nuzzle the smooth, silky skin of her stomach, to give proper attention to each of her breasts, and to give her the mother of all hickeys on the side of her neck.
Then, finally, his face was directly above hers. He stared into her eyes for long moments, much as he had before he went down on her, and then, he kissed her.Dragonball sex story
email: [email protected] - phone:(792) 565-2485 x 5042
Read Dragonball Fanfiction Stories - Webnovel