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Harry Potter: Journey’s End



Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am not profiting for this work.
AN: Ok, just to set the record straight I haven’t read the seventh Harry Potter book, I have only watched the films. After the sixth book set the scene for a HPxGW pairing I lost interest.  I haven’t given much thought to writing another HPxHG story since ‘Harry’s secret’ and certainly wasn’t planning to do one now. However this Idea just came to me and I liked it so much I wanted to try writing a move conventional story for my favourite Harry Potter couple. This disregards much of what happened between Hermione and Ron and also ignores the Epilogue completely.
This is a one-shot and is set about five years after the war’s end. Here is a link to the story on AFF:

http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600097490

Journey’s end
The chilled winter air was thick with the musky scent of sex. Far away he could discern a mesh of Beethoven’s symphonies playing over the magical wireless but he was far too consumed by the sounds of her hot lustful moans to care.
“Ohhh Merlin….Harry…don’t stop…these sensations…amazing!” She gasped,
It was cold in the tent, the heating charms they’d cast that evening were little match for the frigid winter breath whistling through the dark forest. Even so they’d tossed the covers aside; their bodies glistening with crystal beads of sweat as they clung together, her willowy legs hiked up over his hips as she bucked into his every urgent thrust.
If they had started off slow, Harry couldn’t remember it. Swept along on a furious tide of desire, everything had happened so fast and now all he could concentrate on was the delicious way her plush walls convulsed around him.
“…Sooo…so tight…”He groaned, his voice was that of a stranger, a deep and primal growl that sounded more animal than man as he slammed his engorged flesh into her delicate body with wild abandon. Her back arched at his every entry, the swells of her breasts pressing against him, her rosy nipples, hard and glistening from his earlier attentions, scrapping deliciously across his torso. He could feel her nails carving furrows down his back, but the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure of being inside her. It felt like she was trying to suck him deeper, her velvety walls writhing and convulsing around him with his every thrust, holding him, massaging him. The feelings were so incredible; it took all his will-power to hold back his mounting release.
“It’s…so good…I’m going crazy…more…more!” The girl moaned, rocking into his furious motions as his large hands cupped her round buttocks and pulled her closer. The new angle caught her by surprise and her head fell back in rapture as his cock began brushing her sweet spot with every penetration. Wailing in rapturous delight, she threw her head back and gloried in the wash of sensations this new angle brought her, her body beginning to tremble as she raced toward another climax.
His breath catching with each titanic thrust, Harry could only utter a deep chorus of bestial grunts as he felt the mounting tightness in his loins become almost unbearable. As hard as he tried to prolong this moment, the sharp agony at the base of his shaft and rhythmic throbbing in the head drove his body onward. He could feel her breath, hot as dragon fire in the frigid winter air, washing over his skin and the sounds of her pleasure served only to drive him on as his pace quickened. Her body was tightening around him, yet his clutch on her never slackened as she bucked against him, rolling her succulent thighs the way she knew would drive him wild before suddenly rising up and hungrily biting the crook of his neck. It was all too much. “Ohhhh Merlin! Her…Hermione…I’m going to cum!”
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 “Sir, we will be beginning our landing approach soon.”  A female voice said, stirring Harry from his dreams and dragging him back to the world. Dazzling rays of sunlight shone through his half-closed shutter and his eyes blinked against the sudden brightness before he reached out and shut the barrier. His legs ached and he tried to stand, only the taught nylon belt across his waist forced him to remain seated and so he settled for reaching beneath his glasses and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Only after he’d reclined back into the padded leather seat did he notice the stewardess still standing over him.
She was a pretty thing, in her early twenties with natural blonde hair, catlike jade green eyes and a sweet face with a pale complexion. She was wearing a standard medium sized Virgin Airways uniform that she filled out nicely, though Harry couldn’t help noticing that she had perhaps one too many buttons of the pale white shirt undone, giving him a glimpse of a  bright pink bra as she leant forward to offer him the drinks’ tray. “Would you care for some refreshments sir?”
All too aware of the erection bunched uncomfortably down his trouser leg, the memory of the dream still burning his loins, he nervously accepted a cup of sweet, milky tea. As she moved to the next isle, he couldn’t help admiring the way the knee length navy skirt emphasised the sway of her buttocks as she walked; First class certainly had its perks.
He drained the airline mug in one swing, the liquid warmth easing the parched feeling in his throat while the sudden rush of caffeine gave him a much needed jolt of life. He had had difficulty sleeping on the plane due to sudden bouts of turbulence, and when sleep came, it was infested by dreams. Not since his fifth year of Hogwarts had he dreaded sleep so, and twice he had regretted his decision to fly in favour of apparition. Australia may have been half a world away, but in reflection the risk of splinching seemed a small price to pay.
The intercom buzzed to life just as the pretty stewardess was making a return trip to collect the passengers’ rubbish and used receptacles. Though the flight was based out of London Gatwick and the airline was Virgin Atlantic, the captain’s accent was difficult to place and Harry had trouble narrowing its origin down further than Australian, New Zealand or perhaps one of the more southern American States. “All right Ladies and gentlemen, we have just been cleared to land at Sydney airport. Please make sure your seat backsand tray tables are in their full upright position. Make sure your seat belt is securely fastened and all carry-on luggageis stowed underneath the seat in front of you or in the overhead bins. Please turn off all electronic devicesuntil we are safely parked at the gate. The flight attendants are currently passing around the cabin to make a final compliance check and pick up any remaining cups and glasses. Thank you.”
Harry grimaced at the thought of landing, then as his cup was taken, an idea occurred to him and he reached over to flip the blind covering his window. Light flooded his vision and he quickly turned away to let the shock of it subside before turning back to look outside. There the full beauty of Sydney was spread out beneath him and he felt his heart leap with excitement at seeing the Australian city for the first time before the Airbus began to turn and he sunk back into his seat.
His centre of gravity shifting with the plane, he felt a sudden sickly feeling in the pit of his stomach as the roar of the aircrafts descent filled his ears and shock his brain. Feeling the inevitable dip as the plane’s nose descended, Harry tried to imagine himself riding a broom. He had always love to ride but, despite his continued promises to himself, Harry had never replaced his old Firebolt and in the five years since the war, his memories of what it was like had become corrupted. He tried to picture the broom, the ebony length polished to such a shine it seemed to gleam in the midday sun while the mass of birch and hazel-wood twigs fanned out behind him as his feet rested comfortably upon the goblin-iron stirrups. In the distance the castle of Hogwarts stood tall and invincible, its many towers piercing the sky as it seemed to jut up from the calm waters of the black lake, while the forbidden forest spread out beneath him, its thick canopy hiding any horror that waited to pluck him from the sky should he dare fly too low.
It was a pleasant vision but then the broom gave a sudden jerk and began to transform beneath him. Its length widened and began to develop pronounced cures, the tail of twigs suddenly slit in two and lengthened into a pair of long willowy legs that clung to him as they soared. Long locks of chocolate coloured hair sprouted from the rounding point and grew into a bushy main as matching, passion darkened irises stared up at him from beneath the curls. Then they were no longer flying, but back in that tent on a winter’s night, their naked bodies entwined and rutting feverously…
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Sydney Airport. The Local time is 13:00PM and the temperature is 38°C. For your safety and comfort, we ask that you please remain seated with your seat belt fastened until the Captain turns off the Fasten Seat Belt sign. This will indicate that we have parked at the gate and that it is safe for you to move about the cabin. We remind you to please wait until inside the terminal to use any electronic devices. On behalf of Virgin Atlantic Airlines and the entire crew, I’d like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Have a nice day.
‘God Damn it!’ Harry silently cursed as his heart raced in a potent cocktail of arousal and frustration. Despite the captain’s instructions, many of the passengers had already begun to rise from their seats. Glancing at the elderly woman sitting in the seat next to his and then down to the bulge in his trousers, he decided to wait until the flow had subsided and only then did he unfasten his belt. Rising up from his seat and gratefully stretching his legs as the old woman disappeared into the thinning crowd, he reached up into the overhead compartment and quickly retrieved a black dragon-leather holdall from the back. Placing it back on his seat, he glanced over his shoulder to check no one was watching before reaching inside a hidden pouch on the side and taking a firm grip on his wand. Though the salesman at Boggum’s Dragon Hides had assured him the charms placed upon the bag would protect any contents within from detection or theft, he had still been worried.
Slinging the holdall over his shoulder and joining the rapidly thinning line of departing passengers, Harry felt his heart flutter and couldn’t help the blush that crept over his checks as the pretty stewardess who’d woken him and served him tea stepped out of the first-class kitchen.  Seeing him there, she smiled and handed him a small card before wishing him an enjoyable holiday. Stepping through Airlock and into the air-conditioned tunnel that led to the arrivals terminal, he let himself be led by the press of bodies before raising the card to eyelevel. One side was blank except for by Virgin Atlantic insignia,  turning it over he felt his blush deepen at seeing two sets of phone numbers written in red ink and ‘Alexis – Call me X’ scribbled beneath them. He quickly stored the card in his holdall before continuing on down the passage.
Following the signs for arrivals at every intersection, he felt himself let out an impressed whistle as the tunnel suddenly opened out onto Passport control, a huge chamber lit by rows of skylights and which was spit across the middle by a row of counters and hulking machines. Joining the closest queue, he fished out his new passport and boarding pass from the bag before handing them to an elderly lady at the counter while two men fed the dragon hide Holdall into the X-ray Machine. He tried not to appear too nervous as he glimpsed the bag appear on the monitor, but no alarms went off and it took him a moment to realise the lady was speaking to him. “I’m Sorry?”
“Are you carrying any fruits or vegetables?” She asked again, her voice throaty and with an obvious note of annoyance at having to repeat herself.
“No.”
“Reason for travel, business or pleasure?”
“I’m visiting an old friend.” He said truthfully but then she flashed him a look over her round glasses and he added “Pleasure.”
“Anything to declare?”
“Yea, Delightiartious” Harry said with a subtle wave of his fingers to cast the happiness charm upon the woman. For a moment she just gazed at him in confusion and then miraculously a wide smile spread across her wrinkled face and she sampled his passport before handing the passport and the boarding pass back to him. Accepting both documents, he slipped them into a plastic box before slipping off his shoes, undoing his belt and then shrugging off the ¾ length dragon-hide jacket he’d also bought from Boggum’s. Beneath the coat he wore a green polo-top and blue jeans from the pockets of which he withdrew his wallet and a set of keys he’d decorated with a golden snitch key ring. Undoing his watch last of all, he placed everything in the tub to be scanned then stepped through the tall body- scanner that was connected to the counter, waited a moment for any sirens to sounded, before being waved through and then collecting his bag and personal effects.
Despite his one way ticket, he’d only brought the one bag and so moved past baggage claim and out into a wide open atrium filled with shops and cafés. A single service desk with four busy operators stood in its centre. Three separate arrival boards hung from the ceiling and on the distant wall, above the three sets of automatic doors leading out onto the street, a large sign displayed the phrase ‘SEE YOU SOON’ in bold yellow and white text.
Spotting the huge crowd of people gathered to meet their respective arrivals, Harry quickly cast his eyes over the throng of faces and name cards but there was no sign of her. It was unlike her to be tardy but reasoning that she had probably just been caught in traffic, he began walking towards the nearest café when he heard a familiar voice suddenly cry his name. His heart leaping at the sound, he wheeled around and was almost knocked off his feet as a mane of bushy chestnut coloured hair slammed into his chest. “Hermione?”
“Harry! Oh Merlin Harry…it’s so good to see you!” Hermione cried, wrapping her arms around his neck, drawing him into a tight embrace as her eyes began to sparkle with tears of joy. “I’ve…I’ve missed you so much Harry. You have no idea what it means to me that you’re here.”
“Her…Hermione…stop…I can’t…too tight…”
“Oh! Sorry” She apologised, loosening her hold on him but staying close for another few moments before stepping back. “It’s good to see you again Harry.”
“Yea, you to Hermione” Harry gasped whilst rubbing his throat, more for effect than to sooth the numbing ache she’d left.
Embarrassed, Hermione refused to meet his gaze and no sooner had she stepped back from the hug than she was gesturing for him to follow. “My car’s this way; I was so worried I’d miss you that I left it on a double yellow line. Oh merlin, I hope I haven’t got a ticket, the fines here are really expensive and my…”
Harry was only half listening as he followed her through the crowd, trying to pretend not to notice the amused looks that trailed after them. It wasn’t hard, in truth he could barely take his eyes off Hermione and his heart leapt with panic every time she vanished behind a body, even if it was just for a moment.
Stepping from the cool Air-conditioned atrium and out into the heat of Australian summer felt like stepping into an oven at full burn and he was immediately grateful for his jacket’s cooling charms. There was a breeze blowing but it was hot and dusty and offered little relief from the merciless heat as he raced to keep up with her. Despite Hermione’s concerns, a long line of vehicles were parked in front of the terminal with an ever constant queue waiting for a space to clear and she led him past more than half a dozen vehicles before coming to a stop beside a gleaming black XK jaguar convertible.  Reaching into a handbag she had hanging off her wrist, she produced a set of car keys that with one click of a button had the roof folding down and the boot popping open. Whistling his admiration as Hermione got into the driver’s seat, he flung his holdall into the rear of the car before shutting it with a smooth push and then letting himself into the passenger side. Turning the ignition, Hermione let the engine roar impressively to life before shifting into gear and, with half a turn of the wheel, pulling into the first opening.
Buckling his seatbelt, Harry was immediately thrown all the way back into his seat as Hermione, pulling out onto the motorway, put her foot to the ground and speed from 10 to 70mph in all of a few seconds. Though the roof was folded down, he guessed she must have put a silencing charm on the vehicle as very little sound came in from the outside. Knowing how strongly Hermione detested flying, he would never have guessed she would be a speed freak but the presence of the charm made him wonder. It was nonetheless a pleasant surprise however, at school she had ever frowned and discouraged his and Ron’s boisterous antics and kept to her books. It was good to know that she was at last letting her hair down; he just hoped the cost of the discovery wasn’t him becoming a red smear across some stretch of Australian motorway.
“How are Ron and Ginny?” Hermione finally asked, keeping her attention on the road ahead and not noticing Harry suddenly stiffen in his seat. “After I sent you that e-mail I considered contacting them too but I had been so worried about not receiving a reply from you that I couldn’t think of what to say.”
“What? Hermione Granger lost for words, now I’ve heard everything!” Quickly laughing at his own joke, Harry said “Last I heard Ron’s fine, he’s working with his dad in the ministry. I don’t know about Ginny.”
“Really?” She asked, unable to keep her surprise hidden as she quickly glanced at him. “But you two were so close, I was certain after the war ended you two might get back together.”
“We did, but we broke up nearly a year and a half ago. There were complications.” He hoped that explanation would satisfy her but Hermione was ever curious and though she nodded her head in understanding he could tell she wanted more and he found the words coming out before he could stop them. “It’s a long story but I guess we just had different ideas of who Harry Potter was. Ginny had fallen in love with his legend, she saw me as the glorious saviour of her world. After we got together, she even thought I should run for Minister of Magic when the Ministry announced the elections for Kingsley Shacklebolt’s replacement. ButI’m just tired Hermione. I’m tired of being the boy who lived. I’m tired of being the Harry Potter…
“Voldemort is gone; now I just want to be Harry, normal, ordinary Harry. Ginny could never understand that. She thought I was afraid of being all that I could be, That I might actually enjoy life if I just let myself, while I thought she just wanted me to become the new Gilderoy Lockhart.” Suddenly realising what he was saying, harry paused. He needed to consider his next words carefully and gave a moment’s serious thought as to the best way to put it before continuing slowly. “In the end, I think we both knew it wouldn’t work. It was just a matter of who would admit it first.”
Hermione, much to his relief, didn’t press the matter further and they spent the next few moments in silence as Harry considered his failed relationship with Ginny.  What he’d told Hermione had been true, from a certain point of view; they’d both realised the inevitable end, only Ginny had realised it much sooner than he had. For Harry, the truth had become apparent whilst they were attending one of the New Castle Bombers celebratory parties. Ginny was one of the Quiditch Team’s  chasers and as she had scored the last point before their new seeker, Augustus Flemingworth, caught the snitch and won them the league deciding match, her presence had been expected.
Ginny had never been one to drink, but that night she had consumed an ample sum and he could remember her cavorting on the improvised dance floor with her teammates while he had been talking with the Bombers manager. It seemed, despite his most recent lucky win, the team had been looking to replace Augustus and most thought the legendary Hogwarts seeker Harry Potter would have been a fine addition/replacement. He had been politely trying to brush the man off when he suddenly noticed Ginny had vanished. Concerned by her absence, he discarded subtlety and bluntly refused the offer before searching for the fiery redhead. It didn’t take long, the party was being hosted at the Captain’s flat in one of the city’s more choice buildings and they’d visited the place enough times for him to navigate a path through the press of bodies without getting lost. When he found her, she had been the centre piece of a foursome on the captain’s bed, sandwiched between her fellow chasers, whose names he couldn’t remember, and busily preforming fellatio upon Augustus Flemingworth.
It is an interesting feeling, to have your world fall apart around you. For Harry it was like being plunged head first into an icy lake and he had stood their completely numb for a moment before retreating away from the open door and leaving the party without saying a word to any of the revellers. Not sure of what to do, he had returned to their shared residence, packed up all his things before writing her a hasty note to say that it was over before using floo powder to move all his stuff to Number 12 Grimmauld Place. He hadn’t seen Ginny or any of the other Weasleys since.
“I’m so sorry Harry…” Hermione whispered; her voice shaky as she glanced at him nervously. “I can’t imagine how that must have felt-”
“What happened to you Hermione?” Harry suddenly asked, his voice hitching with a note of pent up anger. “We won the war. The three of us Hermione; me, you and Ron won the war. Then the next day you just disappeared. I thought…after that night…maybe we could…what happened to you Hermione?”
 “Harry…” She looked like she was about to say more but her voice fell silent as a high quality recording of Beethoven’s 5th Symphony filled the car. Giving him an apologetic glance, she took one hand off the wheel and reached into the side of her door to withdraw a small earpiece with flashing bright green LED implants. Fixing it to her ear, she pressed the answer button before returning both hands to the wheel, her voice retaining its previously joyful demeanour as she greeted whoever was calling her with a friendly “Hello.”
Almost seething, Harry sunk beak into his chair and watched the world outside the car fly by. A tall blue road sign announced that they were driving down the M5 and Harry tried to compare the city’s triple carriageway with its rural English equivalent. The exercise helped calm the storm raging inside of him and he felt a sudden surge of self-loathing for the way he’d treated Hermione.  He’d never meant to get angry with her, she deserved better from him than that. In his darkest hours, when not only Hogwarts but the entire Wizarding world had been arrayed against him, Hermione had been the only one to stand by him.
Realising they were approaching a intersection, he breathed a quick sigh of relief as the traffic light suspended above the junction changed from bright green to yellow. However instead of slowing, Hermione suddenly slammed her foot down onto the accelerator, challenging the light while angrily speaking into the ear piece. “What do you mean they need me to come in? I told Ramon I couldn’t do any shots this week. No, I have a friend staying with me. He’s come all the way from England and has only just arrived. I can’t just leave him to…well why can’t we just….but what about…oh fine! I’ll be there in half an hour.” She pressed the button to end the call before angrily hurling it behind the seat just as they zoomed under the lights an instant before the amber hue turned a bloody red. “Oh Harry, I’m so sorry but I have to pop into work.”
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 “This really shouldn’t take any longer than an hour Harry, I promise.” Hermione assured him as they walked along a cobble-stone path that traversed the edge of a stretch of beach along Sydney’s eastern coast.
Panting heavily as the sun beat down on them, Harry cold do little more than grunt in acknowledgement as he struggled to keep up with her. He’d left his coat in the car, though he’d wanted to bring it along, Hermione had insisted that the heavy leather garment would have attracted too much attention on an Australian beach and he’d been forced to leave it behind.
Sun kissed and dazzling, the beach reminded Harry of the muggle television programme ‘Baywatch’.  The Dursley’s, Dudley in particular, had been fond of watching it on Saturday nights and Harry couldn’t help noticing the only thing missing was a scantily clad Pamela Anderson running into the water in slow motion. Everywhere he looked, beneath clear blue skies, there were dunes of sugar fine sand leading down to turbulent white capped waters of turquoise and deep cerulean. Yet despite the picturesque conditions, the sandbanks were sparse for all but the occasional dog walker or, ironically, life guard.
“So what exactly is it you do again?” Harry asked before using the back of his hand to wipe away the sweat that was trickling down his brow. He had never felt more over dressed; without the aid of his coat’s cooling charms, his heavy denim trousers felt stifling and his cotton top was sticking to his back like a second skin.
Still a good four or five strides ahead, Hermione glanced back over her shoulder, flashed him a mischievous smile in way of an answer, before adding hastily as she walked on “You’ll see soon enough.” Dressed in a baggy black vest top and snug red shorts that hugged her thighs nicely, she was completely at ease in the sizzling temperatures. Cursing himself for not checking the Australian weather before he’d left for the airport, Harry couldn’t help letting his eyes linger on her buttocks for a moment before hurriedly glancing up to see if she’d noticed. To his relief she had her gaze fixed on the way ahead and it only took a quick glance for him to realise how much his friend had grown the last five years.
Though Hermione had always been emotionally mature for her age, only now had her body truly begun to catch up. Gone was the pale and skinny bookworm he’d known through school.  A light, honey tan made her once milky white complexion glow golden in the sun and a daily jogging and yoga routine had toned her thin frame into a lithe hourglass. She had also taken to putting her bushy chestnut mane up into a pony-tail and wore a pair of synthetic crocodile skin boots that went half way up to her knees and had somewhat more heel then he imagined her wearing.
His throat was parched but to his relief, a light breeze began to blow, ruffling his hair and cooling his skin. Grateful for the reprieve, Harry turned his head up to the horizon and caught his first glimpse of what must have been their destination. Against the glare of the sun, the scene was at first hard to discern, but as they approached he began to make out the shapes of a dozen men and woman milling around two caravans. Further down the bank, a cluster of chairs were overshadowed by a huge parasol and faced, down by the rolling surf, three tall light stands fixed with umbrella covered strobe lights.
A makeshift photography studio?’ It certainly wasn’t what he’d expected; though Hermione had forever been a fountain of information and opinions, he had never heard her express an interest in photography.
They were just approaching the closest caravan when a young woman with styled and dyed dark-red hair, dressed in a pale blue shirt and snug fitting grey jeans, holding a clip board stepped out of the open doorway in its side. She looked to be deep in thought, but that evaporated the moment she caught sight of Hermione.
“Hermione!” she called, raising the hand with the clipboard over her head in greeting as she broke into a run towards the pair. “Oh thank God! You have to hurry, Rodarick is going ape. He has even threatened to sue if we miss the light for this shoot. I tried to tell him there’s always tomorrow but he just starts screaming shit at me in Fren-ohhh hi.” She said, noticing Harry for the first time before leaning in close to Hermione and saying “Say Herm, who’s your cute friend?”
Blushing, Hermione avoided the girl’s gaze as she said “Sara this Harry, Harry this is my assistant Sarah.”
“Harry-wait you mean the Harry.”
Plainly growing uncomfortable with the conversation, Hermione made an extra effort to look offhand as she said “Yes, Harry Potter, we went to school together back in England. Look I’ll deal with Rodarick, can you please escort Harry over to the viewing area while I get ready for the shot.”
“Sure, ohhh I can’t wait to hear what juicy stories he has about you Herm.” Then before Hermione, or Harry for that matter, could object Sarah had run up to him, seized his hand, and began dragging him towards the roaring surf. Not sure what to say, Harry could only look back but Hermione didn’t give him so much as a sideways glance and was already making her way towards the open caravan.
 “So you’re the famous Harry Potter. You can’t imagine how long I’ve waited for this.” Sara said after a moment, her voice silky.
“What…I mean…um oh whys that?” Harry asked, surprised, for he’d been certain the girl was a muggle. There were few witches and Wizards in Australia, the island catered little in the way of magical supplies and housed no strictly wizarding districts like those in London. At best the populace was minute and more thinly stretched than a needle; the odds of Hermione’s assistant also being a witch were inconceivable.
“Hermione often speaks of you; she said you were the most amazing man she has ever met and that she has never had a truer friend. When she told me that, I know I just had to meet you one day. Good men are a rare commodity and Herm is just too smart to be so wrong about you.”
“I’ve never known Hermione to be wrong,” He murmured, suddenly feeling especially warm under the blazing sun. “Has she ever mentioned anyone else? From England I mean.”
“No one in particular, she spoke of some Robert Wallaby a few times but it was mostly just in passing, though once she said that he was the most insufferable ignoramus she had ever encountered.” Harry couldn’t help but snigger, ironically that was one of the politest insults Hermione had ever dealt Ronald Wesley. “So what was Hermione like, she rarely speaks of her own past and I would just kill to hear some stories.
“Hermione was…” Harry paused, how often had he pondered that question? Though the answers rarely eluded him, the prospect of picking just one which could sum her up entirely made his pulse quicken and mouth dry, or perhaps it was merely the heat. “Brilliant; there was no challenge she couldn’t master, anything she set her mind to she could accomplish with top marks. She could also be a real ball breaker, and always followed the rules to the letter. Though she always denied it, I think a part of her secretly enjoyed our frequent attempts to get into trouble.”
Sarah giggled. “So you were a corrupting influence?”
“Absolutely.” Harry grinned and this time they both laughed. They were almost at the surf after skirting the edges of the milling mass and Harry could smell the rich saltiness of the sea air. For a moment he thought she was about to lead him into the turbulent waters when Sara suddenly veered right and led him up the bank to the shade of the parasol. The viewing area, as Hermione had called it, turned out to be just a group of seven or so unfolded camping chairs with a cooler underneath.
Bending down, she withdrew a chilled bottle of coke and handed it to Harry before helping herself to one. Unscrewing the lid, she took a long swig of the bobbling liquid before moaning happily as she once more screwed the lid down and then threw it back into the blue box, closing it with a kick of her heel. “Ok, make yourself comfortable and Hermione will be down in just a few moments.” Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and began walking back towards the caravan, pausing a moment before she left the shade to throw one last glance back at him and say “Hmmm…I guess it’s true what they say about tall thin men.”
‘What the hell has Hermione been telling people?’ Feeling his checks flush with embarrassment, he turned away quickly before Sara could see the blush and instead looked down onto the sea. He found the sight of the turquoise waves rolling in breath-taking. As a child he had never had opportunities to enjoy the sea side, the Dursley’s had preferred to leave him with their neighbour, old Mrs Figg, rather than take him on their outings to Weston-super-Mare so his only real opportunity had been during his brief time hiding at Shell Cottage after escaping the Malfoy’s, but then his mind had been too preoccupied with the war and poor Dobby’s sacrifice to enjoy the picturesque settings.
Yet Shell Cottage’s deserted stretch of beach was a pale reflection of this place and Harry made a mental note to thank Hermione later, she certainly had a way of making experiences memorable.
Remembering the drink in his hand and his parched, sand paper like throat, he quickly undid the Coke bottle’s lid and half drained the bottle in a single long swallow. It was warmer than he would have liked, but the fizzy liquid seemed sweeter than ambrosia and he finished it off with just two more swigs. He was about to look for a rubbish bin when a portly middle aged man with heavily tanned skin, greying military cut hair and a curled goatee strode between the set of light stands. Dressed in a long white robe and leather, Jesus creeper sandals, he would have reminded Harry of a born again prophet had he not also had a pair of Ray Ban sunglasses around his neck and been holding an expensive camera. Caught up in his own private tempest, he was shouting and ranting at anyone who dared to step too close in what Harry thought to be French.  
The man’s presence caused a tremor to run through the throng of people and they began to fall back behind the light stands, in time for Harry to glimpse a figure, swathed entirely in a hooded robe of billowing white silk, strolling through the surf towards them. Realising the show was about to start, Harry looked back towards the caravans in hope of catching a glimpse of Hermione walking down the beach. However there was no sign of her on the dunes or amongst the crowd of onlookers, all of whom he noticed happened to be staring in the same direction.
Following their gaze back to the robed figure, he watched the individual step out of the surf and walk up the bank towards them. The silk masked them completely, but the damp sea air caused the silk to cling to skin and he was treated to a thrilling peak of golden flesh as the figure passed and for the briefest moment he was certain he had glimpsed rosy lips smiling at him from beneath the hood. Suddenly anxious, he had to fight the urge to leap over the folding chairs and pull the figure’s hood down as the urge to see who lay beneath nearly drove him mad. His world began to slow as the figure, long legged and graceful, took the last few steps towards the onlookers before reaching up and pushing the garment clear and letting it fall to the sand. The sight stole his breath away. “…Hermione!”
Sun kissed and gorgeous, Hermione Granger stood upon the sand in nought but the pooling silk at her feet and a seashell two-piece bikini that’s top only just hid the swells of her bosom. She’d taken her hair down from its pony-tail so that her chestnut locks fell in ringlets around her face and fluttered gently on the sea breeze. Her skin aglow with the midday radiance, she followed the photographer’s direction as he shouted at her and lay on her side with her back to the surf. Harry could feel his breath catching as he watched her throw an arm high carelessly and arch her back, pressing her breasts in his direction. She lay still for a moment, then her eyes shifted in his direction and she winked…
…just before Rodarick’s camera began to click, the flash blinding him momentarily.
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Hot and sweaty with sand sticking to the most unimaginable of places, Harry had never enjoyed a shower more than he did at that moment.
Despite Hermione’s assurances that the shoot would only take an hour, he had sat in that ‘Viewing area’ for about three before she came to collect him. It would have been nice to think he had been cool about it; or at least to have handled the situation well, but that would have been a lie and Hermione had only giggled at his shocked expression before dragging him off to a late lunch at her favourite Chinese restaurant. He would never have thought of it, but he had enjoyed listening to her explain the differences between true oriental cooking and the western comparison; reminding him of their more peaceful days in Hogwarts and of the girl he had once known, so very long ago.
Upon arrival at her home, a modest two bedroom flat in the Balmain suburbs, Hermione had given him a tour before excusing herself to freshen up and Harry had been glad of the chance to have a much needed shower. The scolding torrent pelted his body in a ceaseless torrent, easing the stiffness in his muscles’ and scouring the sand from his skin. Unfortunately the water could not cleanse him of all his troubles and as his hands scoured his flesh with soapy suds, he brooded over the enigma that was Hermione Granger.
She had changed so much since those days in school, flourishing while all else in Harry’s life had withered and died. The girl he’d once known had become a woman unlike any he’d known, but despite it all she was still Hermione Granger; the brightest witch of her time, the dearest of any friend, the first woman he had ever loved…
A stiffening sensation in his loins quickly reminded him of the dangers of such thoughts. Feeling strangely embarrassed, and more than a little dirty for getting an erection in Hermione’s shower, he reluctantly turned the hot water to cold. The sudden icy blast made him almost leap out of the stall and his engorged shaft quickly wilted as the soapy lather ran off his body onto the alabaster marble before draining away.
Shivering, Harry quickly turned the water off and pushed the fogged glass of the cubicle door aside. The bathroom was thick with a warm cloud of steam and he was forced to reach out blindly for the towel he’d placed close by before towelling himself down and wrapping it around his waist. Steping from the shower into the cloud of steam, he traced a path from memory to the door leading to the adjoining bedroom.
The roomwas lit only by the dim glow of the bedside table lamp.  Shutting the door before any steam could leak into the bedroom; he strode purposefully around the large blur of the bed and took up his glasses from the bedside table. The world shifted into focus as he donned the spectacles. Though he couldn’t exactly call the room Spartan, it would be a long stretch by any imagination to consider it homely. Hermione had, of course, furnished it with all the basics, a double bed, two bedside tables and a chest of draws, all of which was made of rich teak. However the walls were painted pale, the carpeting basic, and there were no decorations or photos to speak of, nothing to give the room the feel of a home. It was almost as if he were staying in a hotel.
He’d left the room’s one window open and could feel a cool evening breeze blowing in from the not so distant bay. Its touch was like ice against his flesh and he shivered when a cold drop fell from his still damp hair to roll down his spine. Feeling it pool against the towel, he undid the fluffy white cloth and let the damp material fall around his feet to leave him standing naked in the glow of the lamp.
His holdall sat open on the centre of the bed, and as he looked inside he suddenly realised how little he’d packed. Everything about this trip had been rushed; he’d scarcely given any thought to what he might wear and had simply grabbed anything that looked suitable, or else clean, for the tropical island climate. With only three tops and a pair of black jeans for his selection, he’d have to have Hermione take him shopping sometime in the next few days
Grabbing a pair of black boxers, he quickly pulled on the undergarment before dressing in his only pair of clean trousers and pulling on a dark red shirt. Doing up all but the top two buttons, he then took out his wand and with a flick of his wrist, cast a silent spell that dried but was powerless to tidy his ever untameable mane of raven hair. Laying it on the closer of the two bedside tables, Harry quickly glanced at the mirror that had been fixed to the back of the ensuite’s door. Satisfied with his appearance, he switched the bedside lamp off and, guided by the warm orange twilight shining in through the window, left via the door opposite the foot of the bed and into the hallway beyond.
The door to Hermione’s bedroom was directly opposite the guest room; the door was shut tight and he was about to head towards the living room when he thought he heard a series of muffled gasps from beneath the door. Worried, He paused before the pine barrier, raised a hand to knock, and then suddenly thought better of it. Dismissing the sounds as woman’s stuff, he turned on his heel and following the carpeted corridor to the flat’s living area.
Hermione seemed to have made greater effort to decorate the living room than she had with the guest room. Though undeniably utilitarian, its design was just what he would have expected of Hermione. There was only one sofa, a two cushioned piece of supple black leather set against the main inner wall and within easy reach of the two tiered coffee table in the centre of the room. A corner of the room was dominated by a desk upon which sat Hermione’s Laptop, printer and Sony CD player, as well as a mass of papers and pens arrayed around a thick leather bound tome entitled ‘Australia: the lost isle by Thilburt Greganock’ along its spine. A framed wizard photo of Harry, Ron and Hermione at Bill and Fluer’s wedding sat in a place of honour upon the desk, it was the last picture of the three of them together before Hermione had disappeared. Three four shelved bookcases had been arranged around the desk, all heavily laden with an assortment of magical and muggle books, two of which were mostly hard backed reference books while the third was creased and dog-eared paper volumes. Curious, he took one of the more used softbacks off the case’s top shelf, only to feel his checks burn scarlet as he read the title ‘The Intimate Adventures of a London Call Girl’.
Hermione reads sex books!’ Embarrassed, He hurriedly put the book back in its place and almost tripped over Crookshank’s cat bed as he backed away. The cat/Kneazle hybrid was curled up fast asleep, too lost in his own dreams to notice he’d almost been flattened and Harry quietly steeped over the sleeping beast before preforming a quick sweep of the rest of the living room, but there was nothing remarkable however except for a virtually brand new Sony 30-something inch LCD TV and DVD player set up on a modern metal and glass TV Stand in the opposite corner.  Neither machine looked to have been used recently and had thin coatings of dust, but there were a pile of DVD cases beside the player. Unable to resist investigating, he bent forward for a closer look. ‘Serendipity, Fatal Attraction, Basic Instinct, Titani…’ 
“Find anything you like?” A voice whispered in his ear, making Harry jump and wheel around to find Hermione standing there, a sly smile tilting her full rosy lips. Her hair was still damp from the shower and hung lank in its pony tail, she’d also changed out of the shorts and vest into a silky black robe that she’d tied around her waist. Feeling ominously like a child caught with his hand in the biscuit tin, he could only look down in shame as his face burned a bright red until he heard Hermione giggle and say. “Don’t look so sheepish Harry; I said to make yourself at home didn’t I?” With a surprisingly firm grip, she took his hand and guided him to the sofa before playful pushing him into the leather cushion before and then going through an archway in the wall that led to her kitchen. “I’ll get us something to drink.”
His eyes followed her movements until she was gone from sight, his heart beating like a drum in his chest. What was wrong with him, this was Hermione, his Hermione. Why was he so nervous? He knew her as well as he knew himself, and she considerably more so. So what had changed, why now could he not bare to take his eyes from her? Why was her voice, once able to send him to sleep faster than warm milk, suddenly like music to his ears?
Of course, in his heart, Harry already knew the answer. He’d thought on it much over the past weeks, and he feared it as much as he yearned for it. Its rejection would kill him more assuredly than a curse from Voldemort.
His thoughts fell silent when Hermione stepped back into the room, holding two shot glasses in one hand, a bottle of a pale blue alcohol bearing the insignia of a serpent in the other. “Basilisk Vodka.” Hermione explained as she placed both glasses on the table and unscrewed the bottles top. “It’s the wizarding equivalent of Smirnoff, though with somewhat more kick.” She poured out one shot and then handed it to Harry.
Eyeing the pale blue vodka cautiously, he raised the shot glass to Hermione and said “Nostrovia”, before putting it against his lips and tossing his head back, draining the shot. He swallowed it quickly, the familiar taste of straight Vodka rolling over his taste buds and flooding his senses and no sooner had he placed the shot glass down than he felt the first kick back rising up in his throat, his fingers tingling. It was over quickly, but then the second was upon with startling swiftness, and he could feel a heat burning through his chest, spreading over his lungs, turning his breath smoky. That should have been the end of it; but he could feel a third growing and glanced at Hermione, saw her smiling down at him as she held the glass to her lips, opened his mouth to speck, only to be flung back into his seat as a billowing plum of steam exploded from his lips.
Na Zdorovie, Harry.” She replied as he sat their smoking, her prefect lips pronouncing the Russian toast fluently. Panicking, Harry tried to stop her, his hand rising up as his lips mouthed the words but all that came out was more smoke and Hermione gently tipped the glass back and drained the contents. She swallowed it all without caution, then after a moment, pursed her lips as if she were about to whistle, and blew a long blade of smoke.
As the smoke began to die, Harry’s chest heaved with the effort of breathing but he could not tear his gaze from the vision of Hermione standing before him, her rosy lips pursed around the smoky spire, tanned skin actuated by the black silk, half veiled eyes watching him with playful amusement. She was toying with him, as the cat plays with a bird before delivering the final blow, but what was her game?
“Mmm… it was first brewed in the nineteenth century by a small group of Russian wizards, fleeing the burning of Moscow and Napoleon’s invading army, to warm them against the plummeting Winter temperatures.” She said as she sat next to him on the sofa, the last of the smoke blowing in scant tendrils from her nostrils. “They placed an enchantment on the drink you see, to dispel the alcohol’s poisons but then cast a counter charm which would cause a placebo effect on the drinker, giving them same buzz but with none of the previous debilitating effects.”
A buzz, is that what she calls this?’ Harry wasn’t an innocent; since his break with Ginny he’d learnt to indulge himself and enjoy a glass or two of firewhisky in the evenings, dulling the memories that so often plagued his moments of solitude. He knew the feeling that came with having one too many, but that was a mere shadow of the sensations rushing through him now. Every cell in his body felt energised, a fire was raging in his chest and a thick canopy of smoke had clouded his thoughts. His movements felt foreign, both sluggish and at the same time accelerated. He tried to think of something to say, but as his eyes watched her his mouth opened and words came spilling out before he realised what he had said. “You know, you never did answer my question earlier. What happened to you Hermione? Why did you leave us after the battle? And why did you wait five years before contacting me?”
Hermione didn’t answer. Seemingly stunned by his sudden outburst, she went as still as marble and turned her gaze away from him to look upon the sleeping Crookshanks. Her eyes glistened and when she blinked, a single crystal tear rolled down her check.
‘Dammit Potter, you just couldn’t keep your big mouth shut could you?’ Inwardly cursing his own stupidity, Harry shifted round, reached out to touch her shoulder but again thought better of it at the last moment and retracted his hand. “Hermione, I’m sor…”
“I never thought we would win Harry.” Hermione’s voice lacked all emotion as she gave the voice to the exact same fears which had once plagued Harry’s own mind half a decade ago.                                        “I’d hoped we would win but it had felt like a dream, as likely as winning the lottery. Professor Dumbledore was gone, the Ministry had rolled over and Voldemort was just so powerful. What chance did we have Harry, just the three of us against so many? I thought we were going to die and I was so afraid.” She raised a hand to brush the tear aside. “I never told my parents what we planned to do, I knew they would worry and I was so afraid of what would happen if I never came home. I was there only daughter, it would destroy them if I died. I couldn’t stand it, so before arriving at your aunt and uncle’s house I cast a charm that wiped every trace of me from their memory; it would be as if I never existed. Then the unthinkable happened.”
“We won.” Said Harry; his mouth running dry as he began to understand the depth of Hermione’s departure. Though he had never been formally introduced to her parents, Hermione had told him a great deal about the Granger’s and it had always been starkly obvious how close the family had been. And to save them the pain of that loss, she had willing severed every connection. He could scarcely imagine anything harder, and then only to discover her sacrifice had been all for nought.
“We won. After leaving Hogwarts I tried to preform the counter charm, but it was too advanced magic and I lacked the power.” More tears began to roll down her checks. “A part of me hopped that maybe they would remember if they saw me. So I went to their Surgery, my mum was in the waiting room, filling out the forms my dad always hated. She looked up at me as I entered, watched me for a moment, and then turned back to finish the forms while the receptionist asked for my details. She thought I was just another patient and it took everything I had not to burst into tears as I left.” Those tears were coming now however but she made no effort to hide them as she began to silently weep.
Harry wanted to say something, but what could he say. For all his life, he’d received symphony for being an orphan, for never knowing his parents. Many thought such pain and loss was unimaginable, but that all palled in comparison to what Hermione must now feel every day. To be tortured by the memories of those she had loved. To see them living out their lives before her eyes and know she could never approach them again. Knowing that she had sacrificed everything she had held dear, and that it had all been for nothing. How could he have any idea what she was feeling?
He placed a hand on her shoulder, it wasn’t much but it seemed to help as she didn’t push him away and after a moment he could feel the shaking that wracked her beginning to subside.  Brushing the tears away, She lifted her gaze away from the sleeping feline and for a moment he thought she might look at him but instead she turned to look at the photo on her desk. “He tried to kiss me you know.”
“What!” The sound was higher than Harry had intended but suddenly it felt like there was a tennis ball lodged in his throat that he just couldn’t swallow.“…Who?
“Ronald, it was while we were down in the Chamber of Secrets during the battle, we had just retrieved the basilisk’s fang when he suddenly started telling me that he had had feelings for me since our third year and he’d wanted to tell me since Bill and Fleur’s wedding but he could never find the words. Then he kissed me, almost stabbing me with that bloody snake fang while he was at it.”
He tried to laugh but his heart just wasn’t in it. “So what did you do?”
“I hit him.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep, knocked him flat on his arse then stormed off. We didn’t speak after that, I tried to talk to him later but I ended stumbling in on him and Lavender rekindling their old relationship in what remained of moaning Mertyl’s bathroom. Then when I heard about you and Ginny, well after what happened between us in the forest of Dean, I didn’t want to get in the way so I left. My mum’s dad had emigrated out here a few weeks after his wife died and I use to spend the summer holidays with him when I was a little girl so it seemed a logical place to start a new life. I took all the inheritance my relatives had left me and emigrated out here a few weeks later. I used most of the money to buy this flat and I just worked what jobs I could find until Sara discovered me working in a book shop last year and recommended me to the agency’s talent scout. I’ve been with them ever since.”
Harry knew he should have let sleepy dogs lie, all he had to do was hold his tongue and let the moment pass, but the vodka spoke for him. “You know you could have called, Mione, I was worried about you.”
Hermione turned to face him, her eyes lowered and a guilty smile turning her lips. “I know I should have, and I’m sorry Harry, but I didn’t want to ruin your relationship with Ginny. You’ve been through so much, you deserve a little happiness.”
“You would never ruin anything Hermione.” He assured her, trying to sound comforting before a notion suddenly struck him. “But if you were worried of ruining my relationship with Ginny, why did you send me that E-mail?”
Hermione Began to blush. “I was drunk.”
“You were drunk?”
She looked away, her face burning a bright red. “Sara took me out for a girl’s night out. I had a few too many rum and cheery cokes and started telling her all about you. She tracked you down the next day and while I was still a bit tipsy she got me to send you an e-mail.”
“I wondered why there was a spelling mistake in the second sentence.” Harry commented, causing them both to laugh.
“I didn’t protest very much. Then everything happened so fast and when you said you were coming to visit I was so happy.” She turned back to him, a warm genuine smile lighting up her face. “I really have missed you Harry.”
Harry could only smile as their eyes met, a hot shiver running down his spine “I’ve missed you too Hermione.”
All notion of time slipped away and Harry found himself wishing that that moment would never end as he looked into Hermione’s bright hazel orbs and felt his heart swell. He wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and crushing her against him, seizing her lips in a passionate embrace. With the drink in him he might actually have done so if Hermione had not suddenly jumped to her feet.
“Ooh come on, let’s dance” declared Hermione, sauntering over to the desk and fiddling with the CD player until classical music began echoing from the speaker. Harry’s heart jumped as he recognised Beethoven’s eighth symphony and he had a sudden feeling of Déjà vu as Hermione began to dance, her hips swaying seductively to the beat as she took his hand and dragged him from the sofa.
It must have been the drink that did it. One moment he had skirting around her like a timed rabbet, the next their bodies were locked together in a tempest of rhythm as he surrendered to the music and her wishes. A hair’s breadth divided them. With every breath, her scent filled him and he could recall the taste of her lips on his. He could feel breasts pressing against him, her hardened nipples clearly visible against the silken fabric. His hands were on her, running lightly over the sultry curve of her spine down to the ample swells of her buttocks. He felt his hand moving on its own accord, squeezing the firm orbs and causing her to utter a surprised gasp. The sound stirred his shaft to life, but when she began to pull away he feared he might have gone too far, until she twisted and began to rock her backside against him, massaging his engorged arousal as her arm wound around his neck. Her head titled back. Their lips were nearing, opening bit by bit in readied acceptance as his arms curled around her front, rising slowly over her ribs to clasp her breasts. He could feel her breath on his check, her lips so close, her eyes falling shut, his own darkening…
Meoowwwwww… The sound startled them, bringing them back to reality and Harry’s head wheeled towards it source, only to see Crookshanks stretching out. Their commotion it seemed had awoken the feline who in turned had dispelled the music’s spell. Turning back, he saw Hermione blink as reality, and the realisation of what they had almost done, surged through her. Unable to meet his gaze she stepped back, with a wave of her hand the CD player fell silent and then suddenly she was gone from his sight. A moment later He heard her Bedroom door shutting.
“Shit…”
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Unable to sleep, Harry watched the long shadows cast by the moon’s light shift across his bedroom floor from the still open window. It was well past midnight, but sleep was as far from him as Grimmauld Place and his thoughts were plagued by what had happened in Hermione’s living room.
What had he been thinking? Hermione was his closest friend, now he would be lucky if she would ever talk to him again. And if she did not, what should he do then? Grovel perhaps; Ginny had given him plenty of practice at that toward the end. Would Hermione enjoy seeing him on bended knee, or perhaps she would demand that he leave her home and never come back. Maybe it would be better if he wasn’t there to see it; he could easily leave a note and apparate to Sydney Airport and buy a ticket for the next flight back to England before Hermione awoke. Maybe that would be best, maybe…
Shaking his head dismissively, Harry rolled onto his side and, still wearing his glasses, watched the shadows shifting across the wall, the reflection of himself staring back at from the mirror on his bathroom door. He would not leave, the morning would be uncomfortable, there might be some awkward moments and heated words but in the end they would come through it as they always did. He had already lost Hermione once; he would not lose her again so easily.
Click.
The sound was so subtle, for a moment Harry thought it be just a whisper on the wind and he dismissed it from his thoughts. Then a shadow, long and thin as a rapier, stretched across the floor and he realised he was not alone. His fingers flexing, he slowly began reaching beneath the pillows to his wands hiding place. He could hear bare feet padding across the floor, every second bringing them closer. Faking sleep, he counted them off in his head, estimating how many more before they were at the foot of the bed. When the time came, he acted on instinct and ripped the wand free as he whirled upward, bringing the instrument to bear as the curse formed on his lips…
Hermione stood before him, a look of complete serenity upon her delicate features even as his wand came to point at her heart. Dumbfounded by her presence, the spell died in his thoughts and he could only watch with slackened jaw as with a gentle wave of her hand she levitated the wand from his grasp and laid it gently upon the bedside table.
“Hermione…I…I…”
“Sshhh…don’t talk Harry.” Though her words were gently spoken, the command brokered no argument and he could only watch in stunned hypnosis as she stepped over the frame and knelt upon the bed, the matrices sinking slightly under their combined weights as she crouched over him. She was still wearing her robe, he realised, but she had taken her hair down so that it once again hung in a wash of ringlets that went down well past her shoulders.
Without saying a word, she began undoing the tie of her robe so that the garment hung open before reaching up and pushing it back off her shoulders. It pooled on the bed sheets and left her naked to his gaze except for a single pair of lacy black panties. Harry’s tried to say something, but at the sight of her near naked body bathed in moonlight, the silver rays cascading over her beauty, the words fled from him and he could only stare in wondrous amazement as she leant down to place a gentle kiss on his lips. Losing all conscious thought, he immediately tried to deepen the embrace and encircled her thin waist, only to have her suddenly break the embrace and forcefully push him back onto the bed. Stunned by her sudden forcefulness, he could do nothing more than stare up at her as she began going lower.
Unable to stand the heat of the covers, Harry had been planning to sleep upon them in only his boxers. Suddenly realising his own nakedness, Harry shifted embarrassedly until Hermione stilled him with a stern look as she lightly trailed her fingers down his lean, athletically chiselled torso. Though it had been some time since he had last played Quiditch, Harry had been making regular visits to a local London gym to stay in shape and it was plain Hermione was pleased with what she saw. Her touch was like fire against his skin and he could feel his flesh quivering as she bent down to ravage his torso, his eyes closing and a gasp escaped him as her greedy lips wrapped around his flat nipples, her tongue teasing the buds before she drew back to kiss each pale scar that maimed his body, working a delicious path down his torso. He shuddered as her lithe fingers seized the hem of his boxers and pulled them down over the swelling bulge of his arousal. His erection sprang free to stand tall before her gaze.
“Mmmm…I’d forgotten just how big you are Harry.” Hermione purred, her hazel orbs smouldering with desire as she took in the sight of his engorged member, closely studying its shape and size, committing every minor detail to memory. Suddenly feeling like a piece of meat, Harry felt his breath catch in his throat as her cool fingers began to ever so softly trace the bulging veins in his shaft, slowly moving down from the tip to the thick base, and then back up to the tip before curling a finger under his foreskin and dragging the membrane down, exposing the organ’s pulsing head to the cool night air. 
The feeling was almost too much for Harry and his breath seethed through gritted teeth as he struggled to hold off the release that suddenly threatened to overwhelm him as the pad of her thumb massaged the sensitive tip.
“Her-hermione…aahhhh” He gasped, his hips lifting off the bed as her fingers closed around his shaft. She held him for a moment, her grip tightening just enough to make the mushroom head swell, his collum pulsating in her grasp before she began to rhythmically stroke the organ. Harry shuddered at the feeling, a sudden tremor rising up out of his loins so quickly that he was afraid it was all over, only to watch a clear drop of fluid form on the tip of his shaft and coat the bulbous crown in a viscous  liquid. Hermione didn’t wait for permission before leaning down, her curled locks of choclate hair tickling his thighs, and closing her perfect lips around the tip.
Fisting his hands in the sheets, Harry’s eyes widened to the size of saucers as he watched her take him into the wet warmth of her mouth. He could feel her tongue upon his cock, its silky wetness flicking rapidly over the sensitive tip before twirling around the velvety flesh, massaging him as she drew him in and an excited hiss escaped him as he felt her teeth scrape over the pulsating organ. Unable to stand it, his eyes squeezed shut and his head lolled back into the pillows, his death grip on the sheets turning his knuckles white as she used both her hands and mouth to such divine effect.
“Ohhh…Merlin Hermione…don-don’t stop…don’t stop…” He gasped; making no effort to hide the pleading tone as the sensations she was stirring within him almost drove him into a frenzy. For Harry, the idea that it was Hermione, his wonderful, talented, brilliant Hermione, doing this to him was more erotic than he dared imagine and he had to fight the overwhelming urge to cum as he felt her slowly working her way down past the engorged head, suckling it adoringly even as his hips jerked up off the matrices on their own accord and she struggled to accommodate the girth of his rigid shaft.
Keeping her movements slow and her wondrous tongue pressed tight against his cock’s underside, Hermione began drawing more of him into her warmth. It was such a divine torture; Harry had no thoughts but for those of her fist stroking the lower length of his arousal, her plush rosy lips stretched tight around his pulsating flesh, her tongue’s subtle teasing, the gentle scrapping of her teeth, and the awful slowness of it all. ‘So…so slow, how can she be so slow?’
Sinking her mouth down the length of his arousal, she took almost a third of him into her mouth, the tip just touching the entrance to her throat, before slowly drawing back until just the bulbous head remained inside her warmth. She sucked it wantonly, swirling her tongue around the sensitive ridge, before repeating the proses of taking him into her mouth.
She developed her rhythm quickly, stroking and squeezing his cock with her fingers while her lips devoured him. Slow and Sensual, Hermione was all but purring with delight as her lips and tongue and hand moved in perfect sync and it took only a moment of her sweet torture to drive him wild. He fought to remain in control, but he was overwhelmed by the sensations she was stirring inside of him and her name escaped him in a ragged gasp. Encouraged by his display of pleasure she doubled her efforts, sucking on it hungrily as her head began to bob along the upper half of his arousal.
Feeling his head starting to spin as her pace quickened, Harry had no idea how he had managed to hold on for so long as he absorbed every hot, wicked sensation she sent shooting through his nervous system. Unable to resist the overwhelming urge, his hips started to rock and gyrate in time to her tempo, churning in whatever way rewarded him with even more of the blissful magic the saucy witch was conjuring. Ginny had never done anything like this; if Voldemort had were to burst into the room at that moment, Harry thought he might have been powerless to do anything more than tell the Dark Lord to take a seat outside and wait his turn, he’d be  done in a moment. A phrase that was all too true…
Almost delirious with pleasure, he knew he had to see her, to see the look in her eyes and know that this wasn’t just a wondrous fantasy brought about by pent up lust. Pushing himself upward with his hands, he forced his eyes open and stared down in utter rapture at the vision laid out before him.  Just sight of Hermione on her knees, her gorgeous body clad only in those lacy panties, chocolate ringlets cascading over her shoulders and back as she twisted her torso, the swells of her bosom jiggling with every subtle movement, was enough to send a hot shiver up his spine that left him dangling over the precipice of release.
He watched transfixed, unable to move for fear of what sweet oblivion might befall him, as her luscious lips slid along the length of his cock, his hips jerking every time he felt her tongue flick over the pulsating tip. It took a moment for him to realise that she was watching him closely, studying his every reaction with the scrutiny only Hermione Granger could muster, learning what he preferred and committing it to memory, as though this was merely another school assignment. Never once did she pause, even in an area as perverse as oral sex she was extraordinary.
“Does it feel good Harry?” She asked, her big hazel eyes staring up at him innocently while her plush lips stretched around the bulbous tip, the vibration of her words trembling deliciously down his engorged flesh. However such visual stimulation was too much and Harry’s mouth feel open in several ragged moans as the pressure in his loins exploded. Panting, he tried desperately to push Hermione away but she merely batted the hand aside as thick ropes of his creamy seed erupted inside her mouth. She drank it all down without complaint, drawing every last drop of his release down her heavenly throat before finally releasing him with a last swirl of her tongue.
His chest heaving and vision shifting in and out of focus, Harry collapsed back into the beds embrace. Too dazed to speak, he watched through half lidded eyes as Hermione rose to her feet, surprisingly surefooted on the bouncy mattress. Without saying a word, she seized the hem of her panties and pushed them down her long legs. Utterly naked, she stepped out of her underwear and kicked the garment aside before straddling his hips and lowering herself down over his still erect arousal. Planting both hands on his abdomen to steady herself, she brought their bodies close enough for him to feel the warmth radiating from her slick folds. She held herself there and as their eyes met, Harry glimpsed her confidence falter fir the first time since she’d entered the bedroom.
“Harry…please…be gentle. This is my first time since…since the forest.”
“Really?” Harry couldn’t believe it, after what she had just done, surely it couldn’t be true. “You mean you haven’t…haven’t been with anyone else?”
Hermione’s features hardened. “I’m not a slut Harry. I don’t shag people I don’t…well I mean…” Suddenly blushing, she brought her left hand up to touch his check. “You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted, Harry Potter.”
His heart leaping for joy, Harry pushed himself up from the bed into a seated position, putting them almost nose to nose as his hands snaked their way around her legs and up to her taut buttocks. She shot him a questioning look but he only grinned before seizing her perfectly rounded arse and hoisting her up on his shoulders.
“Well in that case…” Feeling his erection grow almost painful as he drank in the sight of her nakedness, the musky scent of her arousal infesting his every breath, Harry flattened his hands against her buttocks to steady her before burying his face into her heat. Mmm…so beautiful.’
“Harry Potter, what do you think you are dooohhhhh!” Hermione moaned, throwing her head back in utter rapture as he plunged his tongue into her carnal depths. Fuelled by an unquenchable thirst, he showed her no mercy and lashed at her slick inner-walls while kneading the firm globs of her buttocks, relishing the feel of her perfectly sculpted rump in his grasp.
Obviously unprepared for the sudden wash of pleasure, Hermione could only pant in sheer wide-eyed delight as he skilfully ravished her depths, his tongue plunging deeper than she’d thought possible. Then suddenly her fingers were seizing his hair and he could feel her legs closing around his neck as she made to draw him closer, trying to get more of the sensations he was stirring within her.
“Does it feel good Hermione?” He teased, echoing the very same words she’d used to send him over the edge.
“Yes…ohhh….yes…yessss” She cried, her body trembling as her hips began to roll in tiny eager circles. “It…it feels so good…wh-where did you learn to do this?”
“Ginny.” Harry growled, savouring her sounds of pleasure whilst plundering her depths with long swirls of his tongue. “She always thought a blow job was disgusting, but strangely cunnilingus was fine.” Digging his fingers into her silky flesh, he pressed forward, plunging deeper within her heady centre.
“You’re incredible…ohhh…merlin…more…more…”
Realising she was close, he withdrew his tongue from her depths but before she could protest he slid the muscle greedy along her folds, up to the pert bud of her clitoris. Eager to bestow the bliss of release upon her, he took the small bundle of nerves between his teeth and tugged it gently before pressing his tongue against it. Hermione shrieked at the contact, her entire lower body writhing in his grasp as he began keenly lashing the swollen bud.
“Oooh God! I can’t take this…yes…yes…right there…”She begged, her thighs closing so tight around his throat he was in danger of being choked. She was writhing so fiercely, it was difficult for Harry to maintain his tongue’s contact with her clit and he might have dropped her altogether had he not been keeping an ironclad grip on her rump. “So…so good…ohhh god don’t stop…don’t stop ohhhh yesssssss!” Suddenly her eyes squeezed shut and her entire body began to shake as the pleasure erupted inside her, flooding his lips with her nectar’s exotic spice. Quickly becoming addicted to the taste of her, Harry drank down every drop while continuing to lick her through her release, the hand in his hair still holding him fast against  her convulsing core.
When at last she went limp in his arms, Harry didn’t waist a moment and gently lowered her down from his shoulders. Supporting her somewhat inconsiderable weight as she came down from her orgasmic high, he lowered her into position over his straining erection, barely able to contain his self-satisfied smirk at her half-lidded look of utter bliss. Yet for his part, Harry was in utter agony as his anticipation of what was about to come caused the tightness in his erection to grow all the more prominent with each passing moment and it was only sheer force of will that kept him from surging on ahead. He’d waited too long for this moment to ruin it now.
Rousing slowly from her pleasure induced delirium; Hermione could only blink in wonderment as their eyes met before she suddenly realised she was straddling his waist. Unflinching, she gave him a confirming nod, before wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing their bodies together as she leant forward.
“I love you Harry.” She whispered, her voice hitching with breathless excitement, before devouring his lips in a fierce kiss as she rolled her hips and plunged down onto his engorged arousal. “Oh god!” She gasped, breaking the kiss as she felt herself take centimetre after centimetre into her channel, torn between the pain of her body trying to accommodate his intrusion and the wondrous sensation of being once again joined to the man she loved.
“So-so tight…” Harry moaned, overwhelmed by the feeling of her inner-walls stretching around him, moulding to him like molten velvet as  she took his shaft in all the way to the base. He could feel her insides writhing around him, sending hot rushes along his spine and he had to fight the urge to buck against her as she wiggled in his lap before rolling her hips. Though slow, at first, the friction of her motions was delicious and he collapsed back into the bed’s embrace as she started moving up and down, working more of him into her body.
Flattening her hands against his chest to steady her as she rose over him, Hermione didn’t miss a beat and started a slow up and down motion, her pace quickening with each descent as her natural wetness coated his arousal. Relishing the feel of her tightness gliding along his length, her walls, clinging to him and massaging his engorged flesh, Harry made no move to interfere. Dreading that he may cause her more discomfort than pleasure, he pushed his every reserve of self-control to its limit, forcing himself to remain still as she rose up until just the tip remained inside her before dropping down onto him again. No words or moans escaped her, she was entirely focused on the task at hand, but he could hear her quietly gasp with each intrusion and he had to bite his lower lip to keep from moaning every time she took him inside. Yet when she flexed her muscles around him, he couldn’t hold back and instinctively bucked against her, thrusting deeper into her warmth.
“Ohhhhh!” Hermione moaned, throwing her head back in utter rapture. Suddenly afraid, Harry made to hold her still but she would have none of it and continued rolling her hips, her motions growing bolder and bolder until she was all but bouncing upon his cock. “So-so good…ohhh god…do it again Harry…I want it…I want it…”
Never one to defy her, he used his hold on her hips to guide her motions, suddenly thrusting up into her every downward glide, matching her stroke for stroke as she gave into her pleasure and rode him with a wild abandon. Gone was the reasoned and logical Hermione Granger he had known; now there was only the wild, sexual beast she kept chained and hidden behind so many piles of books. He had glimpsed it that night they’d spent together in the forest all those years ago, but only now, as she surrendered entirely to the molten pleasure coursing through her, did he truly witness the beauty of her transformation.
“Mmmm…right there…yess…right there…right-ohhh god…fuck me!” She cried, her mouth agape and features locked in a state of rapturous delight as she arched her back and vigorously rode his bucking shaft to untold heights of ecstasy. “Ohhh god…it’s so good…I can’t take it…fuck me harder…harder!”
It was the first time Harry had heard her curse and the profanity almost pushed him over the brink as he relished the feeling of her snug channel massaging his cock, the heat of her core drawing him in with every stroke, sucking in every fibre of his being as if to consume him whole.
The bed began to rock and squeak as her strides evolved into a rhythm of upward glides then crashing, downward slams while he thrust up to meet her, driving himself  deeper into her channel and causing her firm round breasts to bounce with every impact. On one practically deep thrust her back arched and she threw her head from side to side in utter delirium, a curtain of her hair whirling around her eyes, whilst a wild cry of delight was ripped from her lips. Realising he’d hit her sweet spot, he focused on hitting that same spot again and felt a pained hiss seething past his lips as the sudden jolt had her clawing his torso.
“Oooh my god…you bad boy….mmmooh-yea fuck me harder… I want it…holy fuck you’re going to make me climax!” Almost on the brink, Hermione uttered a final wild cry before her legs gave way and she plummeted back down upon his cock, taking him all the way inside. Not ready to stop however, she started rocking upon him. Glistening drops of sweat ran down her skin, her soft chocolate-coloured hair hanging lank past her shoulders as she flung herself against him, fucking him as hard as her exhausted limbs would allow. The tempo was fast and hard; edging closer to his own release Harry matched her motions, rocking upward, using short hard thrusts to bury his cock inside her. The beauty writhed and moaned and gasped with each exquisitely thrilling penetration, her hands leaving their perch on his taught abdomen to glide up her waist to cup her breasts.
Rapidly approaching his breaking point, Harry watched entranced as her right handed kneaded the bouncing cleavage, rolling her pebbled nipple between her thumb and forefinger, the pliant flesh moulding to her palm whilst her left ran up her neck, over her cheek and into her sweat-dampened hair. She was so close, feeling her hanging over that abyss, caught between the sweetest oblivion and agonising wanton longing, he couldn’t bear to prolong her torment any further. Tightening his hold on her hips, he ground her upon his shaft and lurched upward, crushing their bodies together as he began attacking her neck. Kissing, licking and nipping every bit of exposed skin within reach, he found his every sense flooded with very essence of Hermione Granger; the taste of her, the scent of her, the very sound of her soul singing within her as she gasped and moaned. It was all too much, and yet not enough, never enough. He wanted to experience everything about this angelic creature, too know her entirely and then relearn everything over and over.
Her hand fisted in his hair as he nibbled her collarbone, directing him where she wanted his attentions the most while pressing her soft bosom against his hard chest and rolling her hips to ride his upward thrusts. Trailing fiery kisses up along the curve of her chin, he bit her earlobe before whispering in her ear “I love you Hermione.”
Her climax struck like a bolt of lightning at his words. Throwing her head back and uttering a voiceless scream as her body began to violently quake; Hermione clung to him for dear life, her entire existence shattering in his arms. Feeling her inner-walls spasm around him as each wave of her climax crashed over her, each stronger than the last, Harry knew he was done and gave a coarse, guttural cry before thrusting into her one last time, spilling himself inside her warmth as he crushed her to him.
Spent and exhausted, they collapsed onto the bed in a naked heap of tangled limbs. Hermione had passed out from the intensity of the pleasure coursing through her still and buried to the hilt within her, Harry could do little more than hold her close as her swept the covers aside before burring them both beneath the sweat soaked fabric. Sleep finally made his eyelids heavy yet he couldn’t help smiling as he gazed upon her, watching as she snuggled against him. In ancient times, the bards sang all journeys end with lovers meeting, yet he couldn’t help thinking his greatest journey had only just begun.
The end
AN: Well this certainly took a lot longer than I imagined, still I’m very pleased with how it turned out.
I should also declare that I have never been to Australia so all content displayed here is from my own imagination.
On a side note, I am very excited to reveal that in a week or so I am going to have a bash at writing a Kindle short story to publish through Amazon. The story will be my own, not fanfiction, and will be my first real attempt at writing an original short-story; a four part erotic drama entitled ‘Sweetest Temptations’. That will be my main focus for a month or so but afterwards I will return to my to-do list and decide on what story to work next.
Hope you enjoyed and as always…
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A lesson to Learn

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball GT and am not making any profit from this work.
A Lesson to learn
Videl sighed happily as she pulled her car into the drive way of her mountain home, the roof was down and she could feel the remnants of a strong breeze blowing cool against her skin as it whipped through her hair. The air was heavy with the scent of wild flowers and there was nothing she liked better than to breath in the evening’s aroma after a hard day’s work; and it had been an extremely long and boring day. It had been a week since the grand opening of her father’s new dojo and as his public relations officer, she had had to go to all those bloody press seminars that he all but demanded having; and what had made it worse was that it had been a hot day, a very hot day. The sun was setting, turning the evening ski from light blue to deep lavender, but even now she could still feel its blazing heat warming the air and making her feel very uncomfortable in the Armani suit her dad had insisted she wear.
Killing the engine, she stepped out of the vehicle and walked to the front door. It was open; it always was as they had no need to fear thieves out here.  But then, even the most certifiable criminal wouldn’t dare steal from the daughter of Hercule Satan, the poster boy for the world’s savours. Shutting the door behind her, Videl walked into the entrance hall and was surprised to find the house silent and empty. ‘Strange; Pan should be home by now.’ Quickly hanging up her dark blue jacket on the coat rack, she made her way to the living room looking for her missing daughter but found it empty.
Her curiosity teased, Videl looked around the room before calling out her daughter’s name, half expecting to hear her voice from upstairs announcing that she was on the phone to Bra. There was no response however and she could feel her heart beating faster as worried emotions flooded through her, this wasn’t normal. Growing desperate, she walked into the spacious kitchen to find a note lying on the kitchen table.
Quickly reading a the surprisingly neat scribble, she let out a comforted sigh when she saw that it was from Gohan to say that he had gone round his parents and would be late home, Chichi apparently needed help with something and only he would do. ‘Ok, now where has Pan got to I wonder?” Walking back into the Living room, she glanced round the room one last time before deciding to check upstairs.
Ascending the wooden steps as silently as a jackrabbit, Videl made her way along the lightly lit hall to her daughter’s room. Grabbing the handle, she was about to open the door when suddenly she had an idea and instead sunk to her knees before placing one hand against the side of the door while she brushed a stray lock of her dishevelled hair away from her ear. In different circumstances, she would of probably just barged right in but recently the sixteen year old had become very secretive and personnel about her room and didn’t take kindly to her parents going inside  unannounced; and Videl had a very good idea why. Barley a month ago, Pan had, for the first time in her life; found herself a real boyfriend.
Pressing her ear against the cool wood, she began to listen intently for any sound coming from within the room that might explain her daughter’s absence. From her own experiences as a hormone driven teenager, she expected to hear the hurried whispers and scattered moans that always preluded a passionate make out session; however she couldn’t hear much of anything except for a very faint sobbing. Her curiosity and parental concern got the better of her and lightly pressing her palm against the wood, she silently forced the barrier open a crack before looking inside her daughter’s domain.
Pan’s room was one of the smallest in the house and was lightly lit by the low glow of her bedside lamp, casting it in a comfortable light that revealed its surprisingly neat and tidy furnishings as well as the various word-martial arts tournament posters that decorated the walls. Taking a second to let her eyes adapt to the low light, Videl immediately looked to the large queen size that was situated at the back of the rectangular room and was surprised to see the vague outline of her daughter against the light blue sheets.  Her head was buried in the goose down pillows but her body was wracked by sobs and Videl could now hear her daughter’s pained moans. Pan was crying, so something was defiantly very wrong.
Quickly rising back to her full height, Videl threw open the door and hurried across the room to her sobbing daughter and pulled her to her. Without hesitation or a word of protest, the eighteen year old wrapped her arms around her mother and began to cry into her shirt. Gently running her hand through the girl’s dark hair, Videl tried desperately to sooth her daughter as she waited for her to stop shaking.
“What’s wrong honey?” She asked gently, looking down at her daughter with a look that reflected the worry in her heart. Pan never cried, even when she was a child she had looked at life with the tenacity of a bull dog and Gohan had often joked he thought her to be more Saiyan then Vegeta; what could have happened to turn her into such a wreck?
When her sobs finally began to subside, Pan slowly looked up at her mother with a look that almost made the woman want to cry out with horror. Gone was the rosy checked, bright eyed girl she had raised; now she was pale with puffy eyes that freely leaked tears. Videl felt her throat tighten and a pain stabbed her chest and without thinking, she put his arms around her daughter and held her close, making the girl rest her head on her mother`s soft breast as she tried desperately to stifle her sobs.
Pan started to sniff against her mother’s damp shirt before whispering, “Jeremy…Sniff…we had a fight and he called me a frigid…cock teasing bitch.”
“He did what!” Videl exclaimed angrily, her eyes suddenly ablaze with fury at what the boy had called her daughter.
She sniffed and gave a nod; not meeting her mother’s gaze as fresh tears began to spill ran from light blue orbs. “He said that, `I was nothing…sniff…but a prick teaser, that I didn’t appreciate his needs and wouldn’t know what…Sniff…to do to please him if I did.” She sobbed into her mother’s arms as the older woman began to soothingly stroke her hair again. “He said that he was sick…Sniff…and tired of being with someone who…Sniff…turned into an iceberg every time he came near her’…and then he dumped me.” The dam broke and fresh tears spilled forth.
Videl rocked her daughter as she cried, a look of horror twisting her lips as whispered soothing words to the teen. She had known that Pan had been having problems dealing with boys ever since she had turned sixteen, not only were her Saiyan hormones coming into play, but puberty had turned the plain girl into a very attractive young women with curves that caught the eye of every guy in sight and to be frank; it had really pissed her off; or at least until Jeremy came along. It had all started as a simple school girl crush; Jeremy had sat next to Pan in her last year of schooling and they had instantly caught each other’s eye. Within the month the two had started to date and Videl had to say, she couldn’t really blame her daughter for falling for the guy either. Videl remembered the first time she’d meet the boy, she was so sure she must have been dreaming, the resemblance between him and her husband had been striking.
It had taken a year for Pan to work up the courage to introduce her boyfriend to her parents and invite him round for dinner. As soon as he had walked in, Videl had noticed it immediately. Jeremy had dark eyes almost as black as his slightly spiked hair; he stood at about 6foot and had a slightly muscular build that completed the image. Jeremy was almost an exact replica of Gohan when she had first met him.
Breaking from the memory, she just sat back and held her daughter close to her in a comforting hug as she continued to cry. With Pan’s words lingering in her mind, she couldn’t but wonder what had gone wrong in her daughter’s relationship? The last thing Videl had heard was that Pan and Jeremy were very happy in their relationship, so why had the bod suddenly turned into a cold hearted bastard? And what had been she meant by becoming an iceberg?
“Go on Pan, what happened?” Videl asked, trying to tread softly so as not to worsen her daughter’s pain.
Pan waited a few seconds before responding; breaking away from her arms, she wiped the remaining tears from her eyes before looked up at her mother and whispering throatily “With you away at Grampa’s seminar and daddy having to help grandma after work, I…um…kind of invited Jeremy round to keep me company. We were half way through a movie when we began kissing and then…” The teen suddenly broke off, fresh tears threatening to consume her as she looked down.
“What happened then dear?” Videl asked gently, trying to avoid pushing her daughter into another fit of tears even as her thirst for the truth drove her to press on.
“Jeremy tried to take it further than we had ever gone before and I could feel his hands roaming over my body as he tried to remove my clothes. When he began kissing my neck I realised what he wanted to do Mum, I knew he wanted to fuck me and I got scared, I didn’t know what to do and it scared me so I…I pushed him away.” The dam broke and fresh tears spilled down her checks as she old buried her face in the covers.
It was strange but despite her daughter’s distressed state, Videl couldn’t help but let out a comforted sigh as a small, knowing smile grow on her lips. Realising what the problem was, she moved across the queen-size to kneel beside the hysterical teen and began to rub her back in a soothing manor before whispering “It’s okay Pan, every girl gets scared their first time. If Jeremy can’t come to terms with the idea of waiting until you’re ready, then he’s not good enough for you.”
“No Mum!” Pan exclaimed between sobs, suddenly angry at her mother for not understanding. “It wasn’t just that one time, every time…Sniff…Jeremy has tried to take our relationship further than just light kissing I froze up, it was like I couldn’t stand to have him touching me so I pushed him away.”
Despite her daughter’s sudden outburst, Videl remained unfazed by the girl’s heated words and instead a look of understanding spread across her features as she pulled her back into her arms. “It’s okay honey, I understand and I promise you everything will be alright. We just need to discuss a few things.”
Still sniffing, Pan looked up at her mother with a confused look on her face; her light blue eyes glazed silver with unshed tears. “Wha…Sniff…what do you mean Mum?”
 “Well your dad had the same problem when we were dating. You see, Vegeta told me once that Saiyan’s will only feel an attraction to the most superior fighters to ensure that their children will be excellent warriors. So all we have to do is try and find a boy who meets up to your Saiyan demands.”
“But it’s not just Jeremy.” Pan murmured, looking away from her mother and out the window, trying to gain some comfort from the darkening night sky.
“What did you say Honey?”
Pan looked up at her mother, “It’s not just Jeremy Mum, every time a guy gets close to me I just seem to lock up, I can’t even hug grandpa anymore. In fact the only guy I can get close to is…” She stopped midsentence, her eyes suddenly wide as saucers as she realised the implications of what she was saying.
“Oh, who Pan?” Videl asked though she already had a very good idea who it was that had caught her daughter’s Saiyan eye.
Pan hesitated, suddenly looking away from her mother as she tried to find the words. How could she have come to this? What had she ever done to deserve this, being forced to admit to her mother that she wanted to have sex with her father?
It had all started when she turned 15; she had started having these strange urges and feelings that made her feel like ants were crawling all over her body. She had tried talking to her mother but every time she had gotten to embarrassed and rushed out the room, obviously she couldn’t ask her father so instead she had asked her best friends, Bra and Marron. Despite the delicate subject, both had answered with as much tact as if they were hitting a glass bowl with a sledge hammer, stating that it was puberty and it was about time she started thinking about boys.
A flush began to spread over her cheeks as she struggled to contain her train of thought. Oh she had begun to think about boys alright. The only problem was the particular boy she had her eye on was most defiantly not a boy and while there was plenty of nice guys at school, many of whom who would have been more than willing to take her out on a date, none of them were like him. It was use to try looking for a surrogate, so she had decided to try and wait for the feelings to pass, while seeking what comfort she could from those battery powered aids she kept in a box under her bed. To her credit, she had made a point of showing she wasn’t interested to any boy who got to close for comfort that she wasn’t interested and had lasted two years…
Then Jeremy had come along.
It had been the first day of term after an agonizingly long Holiday that Pan had thought would never end and as she and Bra walked into their first period, they saw him sitting at the back of the class, surrounded by a gaggle of cooing girls. Pan didn’t know what it was but there was something about Jeremy that had drawn her to him. Even after they had started dating however, she couldn’t stop herself from thinking about that certain someone else.
“It’s Dad” the words left her lips before she could stop them and realising what she said, Pan clapped her hands over her mouth in freight. But it was true, ever since she was 15; Pan Son had been feeling a very strong desire and longing for her father. She only wished she could have told her mother in a more appropriate manor.
Seconds passed by in silence and Pan grew increasingly anxious by her mother’s lack of response. What had she done? Had she made a mistake by telling her, should she of lied and taken the secret to her grave? Finally when the suspense grew too great, she gathered what little courage she had left turned to find her mother smiling down at her. “It’s alright Honey, I already knew and I think I might have an idea that will solve your problem.”
“Wha…what do you mean mum?” Pan asked as a puzzled look spread across her face.
“You said that you would freeze up whenever any boy gets too close to you…except for when it’s your Farther, right?” Videl asked, smiling as she watched her daughter’s checks gain a little more colour at the accurate suggestion. “Well if what Vegeta told me is true then that’s because you’re Saiyan blood has decided that your father is the only male suitable enough to be your first…”
She didn’t get the chance to finish as Pan suddenly caught onto her meaning. “Mum… you don’t mean that I have to have to…sleep with dad do you? That is just…” However the teen couldn’t finish, at the thought of her father, a wash of heat to spread over her body and she couldn’t help but think of his Herculean form spread out beneath her as she rode him, his name leaving her lips in a passion field cry as his hands roamed all over her body. The idea was taboo and forbidden, but how often had she wondered what it would be like to feel his gigantic manhood piercing her body, sending her to heaven again and again until she took him into her mouth and sucked him dry. It was her favourite fantasy and she had to shake her mind from the lust filled haze before she could continue. “But Mum, isn’t that incest?”
`Now comes the hard part.’ Videl thought before taking in a deep breath. “Well in normal circumstances honey, yes this would be classed as incest. But these circumstances aren’t exactly normal Pan, if we don’t do this then you might be incapable of human contact for the rest of your life.”
“But…but what about dad?” Pan asked, daunted by what she was hearing but also struggling to find a flaw in her mother’s logic as images of her and her father engrossed in sexual acts kept popping into her head. Bloody teenage hormones!
Videl only smiled at her daughter before saying “Don’t worry about him, he loves you and   I know he wants what’s best for you. Besides I know the perfect way of persuading him if he isn’t too keen on the idea.” With that Videl gave her daughter a wink before they both looked to the open door as they heard the sound of the front door shutting and a deep voice bellowed up the stairs.
“Pan…Videl I’m Home”.
Turning back to her daughter, Videl smiled slyly and said “Now why don’t you go and get ready for your father while I tell him about your situation.” Then she got up from the bed and made her way out room, only pausing to look back and say with a wink “You might want to consider changing clothes, might I suggest that dress you wore to Bra’s last birthday party” Then she was gone.
******
When Videl reached the bottom stair, she suddenly became air borne as her husband greeted her by sneaking up behind her and lifting her up in his strong arms and seized her lips in an intimate kiss that left her breathless with need. It was quite a feat to break the intense kiss and get Gohan to put her down but once he had finally released her and asked her about the press seminar; it didn’t take long before the subject of their conversation turned towards their distressed daughter.
“I think Vegeta and I might pay Jeremy a visit tomorrow.” Gohan growled as he sipped his tea, obviously trying to sound passive but the malice in his voice was unquestionable and hard to hide.
“Oh no you won’t, I have had enough of the media for one year. The last thing I need is to have to attend another seminar because my dad decided to save his reputation by explaining why his crazy son-in-law and his psychotic friend decided to kill a teenage boy.” Videl half scolded, half joked. While in truth she wouldn’t have minded if Gohan and Vegeta did go round to Jeremy’s parent’s house and beat the shit out of the little bastard, she wasn’t entirely sure Pan would feel the same way.
“I know, but I just wish there was some way I could help Pan.” He muttered before taking another sip of his drink while unknowingly giving his wife the opening she had wanted.
“Well dear, I think I might know a way that you can.”  Pleased with their progress, Videl gave him a less than innocent smile before getting up from her seat opposite her husband and walking across the room to sit next to him. Leaning forward, she teasingly ran her tongue across his earlobe before whispering her idea in his ear.
“You want me to do WHAT?” Gohan thundered, spraying his evening tea across the living room wall.
“I said I want you to go upstairs and make love to Pan.” Videl replied calmly as she sat back eyed the mess her husband’s tea had made of the wall disapprovingly.
Taking a few seconds to compose himself, Gohan took off his glasses and began to clean the lenses with the hem of his shirt before rubbing the bridge of his nose and then putting the glasses back in place. Not sure what to make of his wife’s announcement, he nervously ran his hand through his ebony hair, and all the while Videl continued to wait calmly for his response.
“Okay, let me see if I’ve got this straight. My wife, who I love with all my heart and who in the past thirty years of marriage has never told me about any issues she may have with either our relationship or sex life; has just told me that she believes the best way to help our daughter is by me making love to her. Have I missed anything?” He asked in a voice that was dripping with sarcasm.
Videl on the other hand did not find Gohan’s comment at all amusing. “There is no need to be rude Gohan, and for your information I have a very good reason for suggesting that you have sex with Pan.” This however didn’t seem to have the desired effect on her husband as she might of liked and instead he just stared disbelievingly at her. “I’m serious about this Gohan”
At that, the Saiyan feel back into the chair and muttered “You are aren’t you?” and at the nod from his wife all he could say was a curt “Fuck Me”.
“Maybe later dear and please watch your language.” Videl remarked jokingly as she moved back along the coach to sit beside her husband.
“Videl, you know I would do anything for Pan but I think sex is asking a little much just to help her get over an asshole of a boyfriend.” Gohan muttered, trying to get Videl to perhaps see the reason of a normal person. However, instead of reacting to her husband’s comment’s, Videl decided to fall back to plan B. Sometimes to convince Gohan to make the right decision, she had to take all reason and rationale thought from her husband.
Getting to her feet, she moved to stand before her husband, however before he could question her actions, she shrunk down to a kneel position between his legs and reached for the fly of his trousers. Undoing the bindings with a practised skill, she pulled the garment open and revealed his awakening arousal to her hungry eyes.
“Videl, what are you do…” Gohan managed to mutter before suddenly letting out a sudden moan as he felt the warmth of his wife’s breath blowing lightly on his semi hard flesh. “Oh… but what if Pan comes down?”
Looking up at her husband, Videl whispered “If I remember correctly, the fact that we might be discovered never seemed to bother you at all those parties, barbecues and conferences we went to or even at a couple of Pan’s younger birthday parties.” At that, she pushed his legs open and used her elbows to hold them in place as she leaned down and placed her face just above to his rapidly hardening organ, “In fact I believe the risk rather turned you on my love.” She began to lightly tease the tip with her tongue before tracing imaginary trails down along his shaft, moving from the tip to the base and vice versa.
“It wasn’t so much getting caught as the fact that you were trying to act innocent while on your hands and knees with my cock in your mouth.” Gohan managed to gasp before letting out a long moan, his strong hands nearly tearing the soft leather of the sofa as he felt his wife’s teasing licks. So taken with the pleasure and thrilled by the risk of getting caught in such a compromising position, he completely missed the sly smile that spread across Videl’s lips between licks. Her plan was working, she knew that whenever Gohan started to talk dirty, his Saiyan side was coming out and he would become a far more agreeable Gohan if given the right incentive.
“Oh really, now back to the subject of Pan.” Videl muttered before taking the soft tip of his manhood past her glistening red lips and into her damp cavity of her mouth; her tongue pressing against his delicate flesh as her teeth skilfully scraped the sensitive tip. It was a sudden rush of pleasure to his system and all Gohan could do to vocalize his pleasure was to release a series of long, low grunts and moans. He fought his immediate desires however and managed to sit up and gasp “Let’s not talk about Pan” before slumping back into the seat, moaning loudly from his wife’s attentions.
“Okay dear, let’s not talk” but instead of continuing to pleasure her husband as Gohan had hoped, Videl pulled back from his rigid arousal and wiped the corner of her mouth “and I’ll stop”.
It never ceased to amaze Videl how Gohan who’s mind had been clouded by lust mere seconds ago could become so alert so suddenly, a point that was very well proven by the way he so quickly lifted himself up to look at her as he exclaimed “No! No…it’s all right dear. We can talk…we can talk about anything you want to.” Smiling as she resumed her ministrations, Videl couldn’t help but be thankful that Gohan could be so predictable at times.
“So…are you ready to hear my idea out?” She asked before engulfing his hardened shaft in her mouth and resuming her oral assault with full force. Opening his mouth, her husband tried to respond but found his voice had been robbed from him in a long moan so instead just nodded his head.
Pleased with her success, Videl pulled her mouth from the flesh of her husband’s cock and looked up at him, her eyes fixing to his lust clouded orbs as she reached out for his organ; just to make sure she had his attention as she spoke. Her delicate hand closed around the hard shaft in a gentle grip that made the hybrid sigh as she started to stroke up and down his length at a teasingly slow pace. “Dear, do you remember that little problem you had when we started dating?”
With Gohan’s nod of understanding, Videl pressed on “Well I asked your friend’s about it, Vegeta told me that it was a Saiyan selective gene that would pick out the most suitable person for their first mate. Do you remember how it felt every time your mother hugged you while you were going through it?” Although she didn’t wait for his answer, the shudder that she felt run through him was a good sign that he could remember the feeling. “Well that’s what’s happening to Pan, Gohan. Every time a boy comes to close, our daughter feels that and the only one who can stop it is you my love. Our little Pan needs you to go upstairs and take her, like you did me the first time.”
It was a dual assault, her fingers teased him with a fire running through his veins as the memories she conjured up excited him to the point of delirium and as another bolt of pleasure hit his senses, the man could only shake his head and splutter in protest.
” No…Ah…what about…oh Kami… Jeremy?”
Videl’s grip on his member began to tighten slightly as she mentally growled in anger, it was infuriating, how could Gohan be so smart and yet so naïve at the same time? “Gohan, Pan chose Jeremy because he’s like you, he looks so similar to you that she was blind sighted.”
“I still…can’t, she’s our daughter…it’s wrong!” he managed to muster between moans, Videl’s hand was steadily picking up speed and it was driving him insane. Gohan know that if he didn’t hold on, the pleasure his wife was creating would draw out his primitive side, the animal side; the Saiyan side. The side of him that would definitely agree to what Videl wanted and would fuck his own daughter without hesitation. He’d learnt from Vegeta that incest wasn’t a sin in Saiyan society, A powerful warrior born from both mother and son was still a powerful warrior. There genes were too strong to be affected by genetic defects, so what did it matter that the couple were of the same blood.
Videl smiled slyly as she heard the struggle in his voice, she was making progress and now all she needed to do was give him that final push and their daughter’s sex life and sanity would be assured. “That’s right Gohan, Pan is our daughter and she is suffering, suffering because the man she wants is the man that won’t have her.” It was a good plan, playing to Gohan’s compassion but it wasn’t enough, so she decided to take things a step further, letting her hand return to its previous spot on his thigh after a few quick strokes, she let her skilful tongue finish what it had started, tracing imaginary paths along his shaft before she consumed as much as she could of his achingly hard flesh.
“Wouldn’t you… like to help her…in the most pleasurable…of ways Gohan?” she purred around his shaft as he looked down, watching as her lips wrapped around him, surrounding him with the warmth of her mouth in between her words. “To teach Pan…how to pleasure…even the toughest of men, to feel those soft lips…wrapped around your hard cock…To watch our…little girl as she…rides you giant dick…hearing her screams…as you turn our innocent…daughter into a wild sexual hellcat.” However what happened next was something that Videl had not prepared for.
Her vision turned black and all the subtle sounds of the night that filled the room were silenced; leaving Videl in darkness. It felt as if she were floating in the darkest reaches of space, the force of gravity no longer affecting her as she glided in the darkness when suddenly she heard it, the voice that plagued every exciting dream she had ever had, the voice that would wake her in the dead of night before making all her dreams come true; the voice of her Saiyan husband “I’ll do it…Later”
Devouring her soft lips with his own, the cloudy eyed Saiyan eagerly cupped her bottom with one hand as he laid her down on the soft leather of the sofa before kneading her left breast through the material of her shirt with the other, a weak whimper escaping her lips as she felt him begin to toy with and pleasure her body like she had been doing to him mere moments ago. It took all the power she possessed to wake herself from the pleasure haze that was consuming her, gathering her wits; Videl quickly did the only thing she could think of to temporally snap her husband out of his daze and smacked Gohan as hard as she could on the head.
“No! Bad Gohan” She quickly scolded as the Saiyan jumped back off her, his eyes going a less clouded shade of black as he came to his senses. The blow had caught him by surprise; she couldn’t hurt him no matter what she did, but it brought her enough time to walk over to her husband and lovingly kiss the spot she had hit before saying “I’m sorry honey, but if we went much further I couldn’t guaranty that you’d have enough energy left for Pan. Now while I clean up that mess you made, why don’t you be the loving father that you are and go up there and teach our daughter what it’s like to be loved by a Saiyan.” And with that Videl disappeared into the kitchen and left a very agitated and horny Gohan standing their pondering his next move.
******
Gohan hesitated before slowly turning the handle to his daughter’s room and opening the wooden door, even with his Saiyan mind still partially in control he was nervous, after all it wasn’t every day that one’s own wife commissions you to fuck your daughter. It was a daunting project, with all the pressures associated with the first time you have sex. He wanted to relax but Pan’s scent was everywhere, reminding him of what he was about to do and stirring the ragging fire in his loins.
He was trying to organise his thoughts when he heard a series of soft, alluring moans from within the girl’s room. It was the metaphorical poke in the ribs and gathering all his Saiyan desire, Gohan pushed the door open a crack before glancing inside. What he saw made his still semi hard cock turn rock solid.
The room was as dark as the night sky, the only source of light coming from a few scented candles that he and Videl had given Pan for Christmas; their dim flames giving the room a sensual atmosphere and perfumed the air with the scent of exotic fruits. The aroma was like an aphrodisiac and it set his mind ablaze with memories of some of his and Videl’s ‘training’ sessions from when they were teenagers. And lying on the centre of the queen size was Pan. Her beautiful, sparkling blue eyes were half closed and her perfectly-shaped mouth was lolling slightly as a stream of quite moans flowed from her but what really caught Gohan’s eye was the deep purple dress she wore. It was something she and Videl had bought almost a year ago, but now Gohan wished it had been older, much older. Being almost a size to small, the dress clung to every curve of her Pan’s gorgeous body like a second skin and its plunging neckline was stretched so tightly over her full breasts that he could already see her hardened nipples poking through the fabric.
As he watched her, Gohan couldn’t help observing the way one of Pan’s delicate hands was fondling her left breast through the silken fabric, her slender fingers pinching her hardened nipple all the while. The other hand had found its way beneath the cloth to the apex of her thighs and he could just see the outline of her knuckles moving against the wet silk as  her fingers parted the wet folds of her sex, pressing lightly against her clit as she rubbed the sensitive nub at a heated pace. Her hips bucked up as a sensuous moan emanated from her and he could just imagine her slipping two inquisitive fingers inside her tight passage. It was wrong for any man to see his daughter in such a state but Gohan could only watch in awe as his beautiful princess pleasured herself.
“Please daddy, take me. I want to feel you in me…”
Dark, cloudy eyes opened wide as they moved from the tantalizing movements of her fingers inside herself up to her alluring bosom and finally to her angelic face. Her beautiful eyes were now open and Gohan could see that childish innocence that had been there that morning was now gone, replaced by an animal longing that made her look like the Saiyan that lingered in their blood. Watching as those misty, dark blue eyes looked at him but didn’t see him; the man could feel his shaft hardening to the point where he thought he might cum then and there just by watching his daughter fantasise about him.
“Dadddy,” Pan moaned, pinching her clit viciously between her thumb and forefinger before roughly inserting another one of her long fingers deep within her desire coated entrance. “Oh Kami…Daddy…You’re so big, Oh Kami…Daddy…Oh Daddy…Oh…oooh…Daddy! I think I’m going to cum! I think I’m gooonnnnnnaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!” the teen screamed as she climaxed on her hand; slowly stopping her motions before withdrawing her digits and bringing them up to her lips and licking them clean of her creamy essence.
Pan couldn’t explain it, couldn’t understand what had come over her. She had just finished getting ready like her mother had told her to, she had been so nervous that her heart had been beating at an incredible pace and she couldn’t remember any other time her mouth had been so dry. She couldn’t believe it was going to happen and was so afraid it might all turn out to be a dream and at any moment she might wake up into the cold reality. Finally the one person she had been craving for over a year was going to be hers; after such a long wait all her dreams were about to come true and her father was at last going to take her virginity and make sweet love to her.
The idea was so deliciously forbidden that she suddenly hadn’t been able to breath and a tide of lust and desire washed over her and her mind began flooding with images of her father’s large muscular bloody over her as his hard dick filled her completely. And then she had lost control, before really registering what she was doing, her hand had slipped under the confines of her dress. Her thumb lightly brushed against her clit and a low moan slipped past her lips as warm feelings spread through her and she began playing with her clit, rolling it between her fingers before moaning louder as she tentatively slipped a finger inside her entrance. Believing that her parents were probably still `discussing’ their daughter’s situation, Pan gave herself over to the pleasure and grasped her breast through the material of her dress with her free hand before slipping another finger into her wet channel. That was all the teen could remember as she lay there, basking in the aftershocks of her orgasm.
There was a creaking sound and suddenly she remembered that she had left her door open a crack and for the first time, she felt the heat of another’s gaze on her skin. Tilting her head up, the teen’s pleasure dulled mind took a few seconds to register her father’s presence in her door way, leaning against the timbre frame and watching her with a look in his eyes resembling that of a hungry wolf.
“Dad!” She exclaimed in outrage before grabbing the quilt from her bed and trying to conceal her as good as naked body from his eyes. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Gohan only smirked, staying silent except for the rustling of his clothes as he closed the door behind him before walking across the room and sitting down on the bed beside her. Pan couldn’t move or speak as she watched him with a held breath that made her head spin; something had changed in her daddy but she couldn’t tell what. All she knew was that she liked it and looking up into his dark eyes, she felt herself gasp for looking down at her were not the eyes of her father. They were not the deep pools that comforted her when she was sad or could melt a girl’s heart when he was happy; now they were almost animal, filled with primal lust, desire, want, and hunger. These were the eyes of the man Gohan had never let her see him as, he was different and if she was honest with herself; it turned her on.
Gohan only smirked as he saw the blue ocean of his daughter’s eyes suddenly turn dark as she lunged for him; pressing her soft lips to his in a rough kiss. Her hot tongue pressed against his lips, asking for entrance to the orifice as his strong arms wrapped around her trim waist; lowering her onto the bed’s soft embrace. Parting his lips, their tongues met in a fierce battle for dominance that left her moaning in pleasure.
The heated duelling of their tongues went on until their need for oxygen grew too great and they had to break the lip-lock to breath. The teen looked intently into her father’s animal like eyes as she gave him a toothy grin, exposing her rapidly sharpening canines in a challenging stair; daring him to make the next move.
Never being one to back down from a challenge, Gohan flashed her that same grin as he quickly seized her wrists and pined her hands by her head. He straddled her hips, being careful not put too much weight on her before he leaned down and covered her soft lips with his own, but instead of the passion and ferocity like that that had filled the last, this kiss was soft and tender and he gently nibbled her top lip before tending to her lower with a soft suction that made her toes curl. He never deepened the kiss so she was left to burn in the fires of her arousal.
Pan tried to resist his soft advances by flattening her hands against his chest, intending to push him away so she could get on top and fulfil her wild desire. However she lacked the strength to overpower father so there she remained, firmly locked in his strong embrace while his lips teased her into delirium. Then suddenly, her body stopped resisting him and she started demanding more of her father’s light touches as she found herself parting her lips, silently begging for more.
There was nothing any Saiyan loved more than have dominance over their mates. It didn’t matter if they were making slow love or just indulging in a passion filled fuck, a Saiyan had to be in control and Gohan could only smile as he saw how easily he had accomplished the task of dominating his wilful daughter before his tongue quickly claimed hers as he resumed attacking her mouth with a savage intensity. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Pan couldn’t help moaning into the unrestrained kiss as she felt his hands move down the length of her back and pull her small form closer to his.
Whimpering with need, the teen clung to her father as though her life depended on it as their tongues wrestled, her slender fingers toying with the mane of his hair as his tongue delved deep within her orifice while she scrapped her nails over his battle hardened torso. She could feel his hands running over her body, his every touch seeming to reach through the fabric of her dress and burn her skin as they ran down the curl of her spine to the smooth curves of her buttocks. She sighed in delight when he cupped one of the orbs and gave it a gentle squeeze.
Their position allowed the teen to teasingly slide her leg up her father’s thigh before wrapping it around him, giving her better leverage with which to kiss him as their bodies came closer together. Then suddenly he broke away and his lips started trailing kisses along her perfect jaw and down to the sensitive skin of her neck causing a soft moan to leave her as she eagerly tilted her head back; exposing more skin for him to kiss. Her loins were burning with desire and she ached to be touched there, but then the fog clouding her senses began to clear and Pan’s Saiyan resistance suddenly kicked in.
Seeking to regain control, she tried desperately to control her breathing and detach herself from the situation, along with the wondrous sensations he was stirring inside her, so that she could find some way of beating him and regaining control. She would not allow her body and mind to surrender to the feelings again. She would not…
“Daddy!” She bit her lip, damning the outcry as she involuntarily arched her back in pleasure when Gohan teeth skilfully grazed the sensitive nerve spot in her throat. The simple act cast her focus into turmoil and her mind desperatly fought with her body against the urge to give into her father’s touches and beg him to stop teasing her. Beg, the mere notion of it would have made her laugh. She was Pan Son, daughter of the most powerful warrior in the universe; she had never begged for anything in her life and her Saiyan pride would be dammed if she were to start now, even if she secretly wanted to.
Gathering what strength hadn’t already been robbed from her; she took her hand out of his hair and pressed it and its twin against Gohan’s covered chest, trying desperately to push him onto his back. Yet he wasn’t done with her and used the hand he’d been using to balance himself to take both of her wrists in his grasp and pin them above her head so she could no longer fight him.
Impressed with his handiwork, he lowered his head back down to the hollow of her throat and placed and began gently nipping the exposed flesh gently before suckling the reddening marks, causing his daughter’s mind to suddenly stop functioning as a series of pleasure filled cries let her parting lips. Hearing her response to his attentions, Gohan continued to trail kisses along to her collarbone; occasionally stopping to nip the sensitive skin and then sooth it with his tongue. All the while he did this; his unoccupied hand crept down her waist and gently stocked her abdomen before tracing its way back up her body till resting just below the mounds of her breasts. With the tip of a finger he outlined the boundaries of her cleavage before slowly drawing his palm over the supple orbs and kneading them gently. Smiling as he felt her arch her back and lean into him so that his large hand was almost closed entirely over one of her full orbs, he licked his drying lips and decided to remove his main obstacle.
The room filled with the sound of shredding fabric as he effortlessly ripped the offending dress from her body. Surprised by his bold move, Pan could only make a weak cry of protest as his actions left her bare to his gaze; however Gohan took it as an opportunity to lean forward and plunge his tongue into her mouth. There could be no resisting him now.
After a few seconds, Gohan broke the kiss and lent back to admire his daughter’s beauty but the sight of her perfection made him suddenly breathless. “Kami… she’s just a gorgeous as her mother …” he thought, admiring her godlike beauty with a masterful eye that couldn’t resist comparing her to her mother. His eyes travelled up from the smooth milky flesh of her toned stomach, up her torso until they located the main source of his desire. Pan’s breasts were full and firm and unquestionably natural; perfectly rounded but just large enough to fit in the palm of his hand, their pale complexion accentuating the contrast with her rosy nipples.
Propping his weight on his arm, Gohan let his fingers wander over Pan’s curves, keenly exploring the new territory with a dedication he normally reserved for his work. As she felt the roughness of her father’s thumb brushing her hardened nipple, Pan leaned into his grasp and shuddered with delight as his warm hand closed over her breast, stroking and kneading it gently. His fingers quickly latched on to her left breast and started slowly massaging it, his thumb caressing her hardened sensitive nipple and earning soft moans of pleasure form the girl.
Smirking as he saw his daughter respond to even the smallest of his touches, the hybrid bent down and took the pebbled nipple of her other breast in his mouth, his lips suckling and kissing the sensitive bud as his teeth tenderly nipped her bosom before his skilled tongue would lick away the pain. As she felt this, Pan’s breathing became shaky, she was still trying to fight the hold he had on her arms, but not to try and become the dominant one as her Saiyan blood had demanded, instead it was so that she could thread her fingers in his main of spiky black hair, to keep his warm mouth firmly wrapped around her breast.
Moaning in agonised pleasure, she lifted her hips and started rubbing against the man above her. All her nervousness was gone, replaced now by a wild Saiyan hunger and all she wanted was to feel him inside of her, stretching her, filling her like he would her mother; yet it seemed he was intent on torturing her, driving her into a wild state of abandon.
Only when he thought he’d played with her enough did Gohan let his grip on her arms go slack, allowing her to wriggle free from his grasp but before she could have any thoughts of rebellion, a bolt of pleasure suddenly ran across her nerves as he started suckling her breasts with more intensity. Her hands moved quickly to clutch his head as his lips worked on her breast, and she had to suppress the urge to scream as a flood of delicious pleasure ran through her body.
Gohan had always loved to tease but the aching in his arousal was really starting to hurt so releasing his daughter’s breast, he trailed his tongue down the valley of her breasts until he came to her belly button, his  fingers coming down to tickle her inner thighs as he softly kissed her flat stomach. A loud moan escaped her lips as one of his fingers started to slide up and down her aroused womanhood, parting the folds of her entrance and opening her up to his wanton appetites.
Leaning up from where he lay, Gohan looked down at the woman beneath him, her dark fanning out beneath her like a cape as her desire veiled eyes looked pleading up at him and her soft lips silently mouthed that she wanted more. He also noticed the thin sheen of sweat that had appeared on her body and as his gaze travelled down the length of his body fixed on what was the last obstacle he had to eliminate before completing his work.
Her soft moans of pleasure suddenly became cries of ecstasy as stars danced in front of her eyes when his middle and index fingers slipped inside her. Feeling her father’s two long fingers pushing into her entrance Pan started gasping loudly, her eyes widening in shock as her hips lifted from the bed to press his fingers deeper inside her hot channel. Endowed with years of experience, he knew exactly where to touch her and his fingers curled, their tips rubbed skilfully against her inner spot, causing the girl to thrash her head in ecstasy while trying to fight the tears that were welling up behind her eyes from the near orgasmic bliss.
She moaned wantonly as his fingers danced within her depths but then his thumb began lavishing attention upon her clit. His touch was reminiscent of a feather as his thumb grazed the sensitive bud and every time he pressed down upon it, a cry of pleasure would escape Pan. Gohan smiled at her expressiveness, the sound of her cries of pleasure becoming like music to his ears as he sped up his attentions, eliciting even more sounds of pleasure from her willing body.
Locking his cloudy black eyes onto her dark blue ones, Gohan slowly withdrew his fingers from his daughter’s channel and licking her sweet juices off his digits before smiling down at her as he pushed her slender thighs apart and then disappearing from her view as he moved down her body.
She could feel his hot breath bathing her arousal and Pan’s head suddenly rolled back into her pillow, her eyes widening in pure ecstasy as her lips parted in a scream of delight when a shock of pleasure ripped through her being at the feel of his hot tongue suddenly parting her folds and sliding into her core. The sensation was unbelievable and she could feel her hips rolling into his mouth when his teeth gently scraped her clit.
“Daddy…Ah…Ahhh!” Pan gasped, seizing fistfuls of his ebony mane and wrapping her thighs around him; trying to draw him nearer and his tongue deeper. “Oh, Kami…urmph…” She could feel his tongue twirling around inside her slick passage, tenderly stroking and lashing her velvety inner walls as her nectar flowed into his open mouth. Her moans quickly turned to screams as he suckled her small bundle of nerves and made a low rumbling “Mmm…” that reverberated through her.
“Uh-uh-uh-uh-oh…Kami! Ah-Ah-Ah…Alm-ost cumming! Ah gonna cum! Oh it feels so fuckin’ good! So fuckin’ good!” moaned Pan, tightening her grip on him with her legs before she felt his strong arms snake their way around her thighs and quickly snap them apart with such ferocity she was made to gasp. Her body quivered as her mind registered the sudden view that was presented to her. She could see her father’s animal eyes looking up at her with a true carnal hunger burning in their dark depths as his mouth feasted on her. The sight itself was beyond erotic and only brought her closer to the peak she so very much desired to reach.
“Uh-uh-uh-Daddy! Uh-oh yeah! Uh-uh-so good! So good!” grunted Pan as she felt his tongue swivel expertly inside her moistened tunnel, her eyes squeezed shut as another throaty cry passed her lips. She was close, just one more blissful stroke would be all she needed to send her flying past her peak  but then the welcoming heat of his breath suddenly left her nether lips and she suddenly felt cooled and exposed as he withdrew his tongue, leaving her vulnerable and more importantly; unfulfilled.
Gohan had been eagerly thrusting his tongue in and out of his beautiful daughter’s entrance; the enticing scent of her essence filling his nostrils and making him even more anxious to taste the delicious honey of her release. He fastened his entrances, lightly biting her moist folds with his teeth as his tongue drank deep; and then suddenly a feeling of intense bliss washed over him. He could feel cold fingers on his tail spot, their gentle touches seeming to set every nerve in his body alight. Pulling away from his daughter, Gohan couldn’t move to see who was stroking him, only lie there and let the feelings wash over him.
Frustrated to be coming down on the wrong side of her peak, Pan slowly opened her eyes to find her vision clouded by a pleasure haze. Focusing her vision through the blur, the first thing she witnessed was the soft glow of her bedside lamp on the outlines of what seemed to be a women and a small child. Then the haze dispersed and a shocked look suddenly appeared on her face as she watched her mother, now dressed in what she could describe as silk bathrobe, standing over her quietly moaning father with her hand beneath his trousers, petting the area just above his buttocks.
“Mum? How are you… why did you…” Pan asked, unsure of what to make of the intriguing new development unfolding before her. “What are you doing here?”
Smiling at her daughter, Videl said “Well Pan, I was just about to go round Bulma’s for a couple of hours when I decided to see how you and your father were doing. So I look through the door and I find that my very attentive husband is forgoing his responsibilities of teaching you how to please a man. So I thought I should step in.”
`Well at least that explains the robe’ Pan thought sarcastically, watching as she ceased petting her husband’s pleasure spot and removed her hand from his trousers. With her attentions gone, Gohan regained some of his senses and got up; finding to his surprise that he was now eye to eye with his wife. Seeing her bemused look, he couldn’t resist giving her that toothy smile.
“I thought I said to teach our daughter `HOW’to pleasure a man Gohan. Not to turn Saiyan and immediately ravage her. I see I shall have to oversee this lesson after all” Videl said, obviously trying to sound stern but failing to conceal her pleased grin.
“I was just having some fun dear.” Gohan replied, his gruff voice turning playfully as he looked down at her feet in mock shame. However before Videl could respond, he used his Saiyan speed to wrap his arms around her waist and turned her around before pulling her back so that she was sitting in his lap as his lips descended upon hers, drawing her into a deep, sensual kiss.
Even though she knew she shouldn’t, that this night was for Pan, Videl soon found herself kissing back, wanting to absorb the sweet sensations that her husband could create with even the faintest touch of his lips. Drawing her tight to his chest, Gohan slipped his tongue in her mouth while gently sliding his hands within the folds of her silk robe and up her waist before skilfully groping her full bosom. There was no prelude and he immediately began grinding his immense erection against his wife’s backside, making her moan into the kiss as she began touching and groping his well sculpted muscles through the material of his shirt.
Quickly gathering her wits before they sank to deep in the pleasure haze, Videl took her husband’s hands off her body before pushing herself off his lap. Not understanding her actions, Gohan gave her a questioning look before asking “Don’t you want to finish what you started earlier?”
Videl knew at this point it wouldn’t matter to Gohan that their teenage daughter was sitting barely half a metre away from them, when his Saiyan side took over, he would gladly fuck her in a crowded room so long as they were both satisfied; a little something she had learned after she had thought it might be fun to tease him before going to one of Bulma’s reunions. What she hadn’t counted on was Gohan pulling her into a darkened corner, undoing his zip, pulling up her skirt and fucking her six ways from Sunday against the wall while his parents danced just metres away. However she still thought it was worth it, even if she hadn’t been able to walk straight the day after.
Giving her husband a loving smile, Videl bent down and give him a soft kiss on the lips before saying “Maybe later dear, but right now this is for Pan.”
At the sound of her name, the teen looked up at her parents but was left temporarily paralyzed by the sight of her mother undoing the belt of her robe. Letting the garment fall from her shoulders, Videl stood at the end of the bed in only a black lace matching bra and thong. Shaking her mind out of its daze, Pan asked “What do you mean Mum? And how did you get Dad to stop so easily”
With a sultry glance, Videl said “Well Pan, while I would like to trust your father to control himself, there is a rather large chance that he may get carried away again,” At that she glared over her shoulder at Gohan “So I thought I better take control of this little lesson.” Reaching behind her, she undid her bra and allowed it to fall away so that her large, voluptuous breasts were free of their confines before saying “Your second answer is simple. When a Saiyan is born they have a tail that is very sensitive any stimulation. Even like in your daddy’s case where it has been removed, the spot where it was is still sensitive to the lightest of touches.” She then made quick work of her thong, sliding it down her thighs and giving Pan an unbarred view of her entrance.

The sight of her mother naked made the girl blush and she couldn’t help feeling somewhat inadequate by comparison. Videl’s breasts were larger, her body better defined with a full sexy arse and long smooth legs while her silky black hair gave her an angelic sense of grace as she crawled across the bed towards her daughter like a sexual panther.

“Now let’s get this lesson on the way,” said Videl playfully before she leant forward and kissed her daughter. Devouring Pan’s lips with her own, the dark-haired beauty began running her hand down her daughter’s petite body before eagerly cupping her bottom with one hand while the other began massaging milky white breasts and then tweaking her pink nipples to the teens obvious delight.

It was a strange feeling since she had never entertained thoughts about kissing another woman before, even with Bra being so into experimenting with her sexuality, but her mother seemed completely fine with it. And with so much sexual energy coursing through the room, Pan couldn’t help succumbing to her mother’s wiles.
“Mum…” she gasped, feeling her Saiyan desires return with a vengeance as the woman trailed the hand that had been massaging her buttocks up her spine in light teasing touches that made her shiver. Then the kiss was ended and Pan’s eyes fluttered open to stare fixedly on her father’s suddenly bare chest as he stood before her in a state of near undress.
 “Okay Pan, this is how it’s going to work,” Videl instructed as she took her daughter’s hand and guided her off of the bed so that Gohan could make himself comfortable. “Your father and I are going to guide you through this so you can learn how to properly please a man. Just stay calm and play it by ear, everything well come naturally honey I promise.” At that Videl gave her daughter another kiss before sitting on a seat on the far side of the room to watch.
Pan stood at the foot of her bed, gazing down at her feet while her hands searched for an occupation, anything to draw her attention away from her churning stomach. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been this nervous, earlier it had been all impulse and desire as her father guided her wordlessly through a maze of pleasure. This was different, even with her desire for him burning hot, she was just Pan.
“Stay calm honey, I promise you’ll enjoy it.” Videl whispered, remembering all too well her own unease on hers and Gohan’s first night together. Even after so many years she could still remember how her heart had thundered in her rib-cage and that sensation in the pit of her stomach that had made her wish the floor would swallow her up; then they had begun and she couldn’t remember what she had been afraid of.
Squirming uncomfortably, Pan brought her gaze up so that she was now looking at her father’s herculean chest and just stared at him with wide eyed delight. While this wasn’t the first time she had seen him topless, this was the first time she could really appreciate the beauty of his well chiselled torso and with undisguised hunger, she admired his bulging muscles until the fires of her lust had fully rekindled.
Swaying her hips to an imaginary rhythm, she didn’t give herself a chance to hesitate as, swept up in the heat of her arousal, she wrapped her arms around her father’s neck and straddled his waist; a coy smirk turning her rosy lips when she felt his terribly aroused erection straining beneath her bottom. It felt enormous and only made her hunger for him burn all the stronger as she wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her lips against his in a hot kiss.
As she felt his tongue demanding entrance to her mouth, Pan quickly parted her lips and met his tongue greedily with her own. Their organs duelled with a fevered passion and the girl thought her father tasted different, his masculine flavour sweetened ever so slightly by her mother’s familiar sweetness while a slightly stronger essence laced his breath. It took a few moments for her to realise that it was actually her own flavour she could taste.
Excited by her discovery, she broke the embrace and leant in towards the side of Gohan’s face to nip a fiery trail down the exposed flesh of his neck, smirking as she felt him shudder beneath her attentions before snaking her tongue down along his earlobe and gently biting down. Gohan could only gasp as intoxicating sensations shot through his body as the little vixen that was his daughter worked his body with surprising skill, his teeth clenching tightly as he felt the pressure within his too tight trousers growing stronger with each passing moment. It took everything he had to keep his fingers tangled in the fabric of her comforter and resist the urge to just throw her to the bed and take her with all his frenzied passions, but then if he did; he would have to face Videl’s wrath. She had let him off because because she had caught him before he had fully lost control. However this time there would be a price to pay if he even tried to disobey her and although he could easily overpower her, she didn’t need strength to punish him. He would probably be spending a month on that detestable sofa if he tried anything that resembled Saiyan like behaviour.
In control or not however, he couldn’t stop himself from buck against the tempting wench and Pan suddenly moaned as she felt the immense mass of his hardened cock rubbing up against her arse through the thinning fabric of his trousers. Oh how she wanted to feel that incredible piece of the male anatomy inside her, stretching her to the point where even the slightest movement could make her see stars and then riding him into the oblivion that only he could take her to. But at the moment she wanted to learn, learn what would make him go crazy, learn the things that make him moan and hiss and most importantly, what will make him beg for her to finish him off.
Placing her hands just below his collarbone, she slid carefully off his lap to crouch between his legs; causing him to let out a long, low moan as she moved over his erection; the heat of her moist core sending shock waves through his body as it moved over his painfully hard arousal. Leaning down, she traced a fiery trail of nips and kisses down his neck and across his hardened chest while her teasing fingers slid lightly down his arms to his sides, her nails scraping his sensitive areas as they went. His body was littered with scars and she kissed each one tenderly before biting down on his flat nipples. As her mouth went lower, her hands neared the waistline of his trousers and after placing one last open-mouthed kiss on his well-toned abdomen, she looked up at him and saw the way he was staring intently down at her with obvious need.
Giving him a sly smile she bent her head and dipped her tongue in his belly button before swirling it around. Gohan’s hips suddenly jerked up in response, making his erection brush her breast and he groaned and dropped his head back against the pillows. Pan shivered at the contact and looked down to contemplate the huge bulge in his trousers. Coming to a decision, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath before finally sliding further down his legs. The rough material of his leg-wear tantalised her skin and she rubbed her breasts against his legs, enjoying the friction against her sensitive nipples for a moment before returning her attention to the matter at hand.
With a steady finger, she traced the outline of his cock through the dampening fabric, drawing back in surprise when she felt it twitch. Feeling her father’s tremendous excitement through the cloth, she ran a hand down along the prominent bulge in a circular motion that left him groaning and churning his hips with the hopes of receiving more of the incredible sensations from her fingers. Gathering her courage, Pan slowly undid the button of his trousers before swallowing hard as she slowly pulled the zipper down and his hardened erection quickly broke out from its restraints.
Staring wide-eyed at his very impressive manhood, it suddenly began to dawn on Pan just how out of her depth she was. While she wasn’t exactly an innocent , all those books and tapes Bra had lent her and Marron over the years had allowed her to see plenty of naked men and the school’s biology lessons had given her an in-depth look into the physiology of the male anatomy. However this was the first time she’d ever seen such an impressive example and she was certain that most men were nowhere near as big as that which had been placed before her eyes. He was easily as thick as her wrist and a good twelve inches in length, at the very least!
Pan faltered, suddenly unsure of what to do next. Here she was, kneeling before her father with the object of her desire open to her, and she didn’t know what to do. Discreetly, so that no one would notice; Pan glanced back at her mother. She could feel the heat of her eyes watching her and she knew that she was waiting for her to ask for help. But for some reason she couldn’t explain, although she was almost clueless as to what to do next; Pan didn’t want to ask for her guidance. She wanted to prove that she could be just as good a lover for her father as her mother was, that she could be a Saiyan warrior’s mate.
‘Well Mum did tell me to follow my instincts…’ She thought finally before reaching out and wrapping her slender fingers around his length, smiling as she heard him moan in pleasure. She could feel his shaft pulsing within her grasp as her thumb lightly pressed on his sensitive tip; allowing her to feel the warmth of his pre-cum as she started to stoke him slowly from base to head.
Following through with her mother’s advice, Pan glanced up and met her father’s gaze before leaning down and sliding her mouth over his tip, her eyes smiling with glee as she watched his eyes widen. It was a delicious sensation to be holding the head of a phallus between her lips and remembering something she had seen in a very interesting video that Bra had lent her; she placed both of her hands on his knees and began slowly bobbing her head back and forth. Engrossed in the sight of her illicit act, Gohan’s eyes never left his daughter’s as he watched her pleasure him with that deliciously wicked mouth.
Despite her enthusiasm, she quickly realised that she couldn’t balance his enormous cock without the aid of her hands. Moving one from his knee, she placed it at the base of his length as she tried to take as much of him in as she possibly could. However, after a few minutes Pan started to worry she wasn’t doing it right because of her father’s lack of reaction. In the movies there was never any doubt that the guys getting blown loved it and while it was obvious from his light grunts and moans that he r daddy was indeed enjoying what she was doing , he just didn’t seem to be enjoying it enough.
Swallowing her Saiyan pride, Pan relinquished her grip on her father’s phallus and turned ever so slightly so that she could look over her shoulder. She could now see a concerned look on her mother’s face as, hesitating; she said “Mum… I think I need some help?”
Quickly catching the girl’s meaning, Videl only smiled warmly at her daughter before getting up from the chair and coming across the room to stand over her husband and child. In truth she had been pleasantly surprised at how quickly Pan had picked up on the trick to giving a good blow job; indeed it had taken months for her and Gohan to discover what the other enjoyed. It must be a Saiyan thing.
“Well Pan…” She explained while taking the girl’s place between her husband’s legs. “While you did have the right idea, a man will always enjoy a blowjob more if you tease them at the beginning.” Demonstrating her point, Videl bent down and began lightly kissing and licking his length’s head until Gohan felt as if the tip of his member was going to burst.
“Videl…oh Kami…so good!” He gasped, his head rolling back in sheer pleasure as he felt her tongue dance across his member’s velvety head before wrapping him in its warmth as ever so slowly she began taking his cock into the warm cavern of her mouth. There Gohan found he was incapable of words and his eyes visibly rolled back into his skull, the felling of her tongue wrapped around him, massaging him into delirium becoming too great for him to stand while at the same time retaining his sanity. Struggling against the pleasure, he managed to moan “Videl… more…more” before losing himself again as he felt his dick hit the back of her mouth.
Smiling as she heard her husband’s plea, Videl slowly pulled away from him and for the third time that night Gohan was left feeling unfulfilled. Looking at their daughter, Videl gave the teen a sultry smile before asking “Care to join me sweetheart?”
Gohan lent back on his daughter’s bed, his body trapped in a sexual agony that made him think he was on the verge of going mad. He had been so close to finally getting a release, and then Videl had pulled away; leaving him feeling frustrated to say the least. Despite his pent up pains however, he could only growl as he closed his eyes and waited for his wife to make her next move, trying as he did to relax so that it wouldn’t feel as if his balls weren’t being crushed in a vice.
Grinning at her parent’s distraction, Pan sunk to her knees besides her mother. Together, they eyed his erect cock with obvious desire and began licking and sucking his member together. Gohan, shocked by the sudden feeling of two mouths sliding over his sensitised flesh, grabbed fresh fistfuls of the bed sheets and bucked his hips as two deferent shades of ebony hair tickled his stomach while both mother and daughter feasted upon him.
Pan was eagerly following the example her mother had set, licking her father’s shaft from the base to just below the head while Videl busied herself with his balls, gently sucking one before moving on to the other as Pan idly kissed the head before slowly taking him back into her mouth. The skin of his member was so sensitive right then that Gohan could feel even the slightest movements of his daughter’s tongue against his shaft while her teeth lightly scraped over his mushroom shaped head. Suddenly Gohan arched his back and moaned their name’s as he felt his wife and daughter moan, the vibrations from their throats reverberating all along his shaft as the heat of their in taking breath bathed him in delicious warmth. He so badly desired to look at them, to watch as his daughter’s head bent up and down on his manhood, to see his stiff member disappearing and reappearing through her luscious lips and see the look on his wife’s face as she almost swallowed one of his soft testicles; but his eyes were shut tight and his head was pressed against the pillow. They were just too good!
Reaching down to the base of her father’s swelling member as she verged on throating him, Pan began massaging the exposed skin of his shaft with her forefinger and thumb; applying a light pressure that made him groan louder. She could tell He was getting close to cumming, he’d lost all control over his body and his eyes were shut tightly while his hips began bucking into Pan’s mouth.
 “Oh Kami…Videl! Pan!” He cried as the dual pleasures grew so intense that one last stroke was all that needed to bring him over the edge; however Videl had already sensed this and quickly released his sack to pull their daughter away as load after load of creamy white cum exploded from the head of her husband’s cock and onto their bodies.
Reeling from his release, Gohan lay breathless on the bed; most of his strength temporarily sapped from him by the explosive orgasm. He barely felt like he had the energy to keep going as he felt his human mind return from the sex-fuelled insanity of a Saiyan. Videl looked down at her husband; his dick was at a semi-hard seven inches, not enough to proceed with Pan’s lesson. Fortunately all was not lost as remembering fondly the study sessions she and Gohan had shared with their friend Erasa back when they were in college, she quickly got an idea and leant over to whisper something in Pan’s ear, making the teen blush before they both giggled and turned their gaze on the drowsy hybrid.
In a show of raw sexual energy, Pan seized her mother and pulled her into a wanton kiss, their tongues duelling with a fiery passionate as they began hungrily making out in front of the sated Saiyan. As their tongues battled, their hands encircled each other’s waists and pull their naked bodies closer together. Breaking the kiss, Videl bent down and began licking around Pan’s right nipple before capturing the pedalled nub between her swollen lips as the girl moaned and squirmed against her.
Videl’s left hand reached down and began caressing the inside of her daughter’s thigh; moving it slowly up to her moist entrance and gently rubbing the outer folds with two fingers. Holding Videl’s head to her breast, Pan shivered with pleasure and began to moan small sounds of pleasure as she felt the digits teasing her core while that naughty tongue tormented her breast.  Already aroused to the point of madness, they both knew she wouldn’t last long under this fresh assault.
“Mmm…so wet so soon?” moaned Videl against her breast, her tongue teasing the stiff nipple while she slowly slipped her fingers into her tight folds, “You’re a fast learner, Pan.”
Pulling them both down to the bed, Videl slid her left leg in between Pan’s and pulled her up onto her leg. Getting the hint, the teen began grinding her pussy against her mother’s leg; becoming much more vocal as she sank deeper in the throes of pleasure.
Gohan was transfixed as he watched the two main women in his life make love by his feet. He was beginning to feel horribly left out and the sight of his lithe daughter ridding his wife’s leg was turning him on beyond belief and the sight of the two sexy women going at it was more than enough to make his dick harden as he sat back and let Videl have her fun. She had always enjoyed playing these sorts of games with Erasa and it would have been a lie to say that he had never enjoyed watching them frolic.
Pan rode her mother’s leg with a wild abandon, her shortened breath and loud cries of passion indicating an impending release.  Videl wasn’t far behind her and looking out of the corner of her eye, she couldn’t resist smiling as she caught her husband watching them; his attention fixed on them and his arousal fully hard once again.
Wanting him to enjoy the show as much as she was, she leant forward and laid the pleasure drunk girl on her back before she took hold of her legs and pulled her around so that pussies were being pressed together.
It was an odd sensation but one that elected sharp moans from them both as slowly, carefully, not wanting to rush things so that she could tease Gohan just that little bit more, Videl started to swing her hips. The way they were positioned made her clitoris bump against her daughter’s and they both sigh passionately as a shudder ripped through them like lightning bolts of pleasure. Basking in the forgotten pleasure, the mother began to increase her tempo, moaning loudly as she repeatedly thrust her burning entrance into the girl’s.
No longer caring that her mother was being the dominant party, Pan arched her back and cried out in sheer ecstasy, her head shaking back and forth involuntarily as the pleasure grew too intense for her to handle.
“yyeeesss…that’s it, Mum! That’s it!” She cried as her mother’s clit rub rougthly against her own “Yes…fuck me…ohhhhh….fuck me faster….oooohhhhh….oh Kami…yesss!!!!!”
“Uhhhhh…. Fuck…. alright my little slut…” retorted Videl, having trouble talking due to her heavy breathing and moaning. “I’ll fuck you…uhhhh… as fast as you want….ohhhhh….now…come on…ohhhhh… Show me what a dirty slut you can be!”
True to her word, Videl increased the pace of her thrusts and the place they were joined become little more than a blur, making both her and her daughter cry out in sheer ecstasy as fiery wisps of delight surged through them both. Responding to the pleasure, Pan met her mother’s movements midway and they pounded against each other mercilessly until they felt as if they about to combust from the heat of their meeting loins.
Oh Kami! Yes…I’m cumming…I’m cumming!” cried Pan, her eyes widening in disbelief was the wall of pleasure crashed into her, throwing her over edge of a chasm that left her falling into a world of pleasure the likes of wish she had never imagined. 
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yesss…Oh Pan yes… yes right there oh yes that’s it, I’m cumming yessssss!” moaned Videl in a climactic fit that left her shaking from the force of her release.
Both women came simultaneously, their bodies jerking as if they were possessed while they screamed out for one another at the top of their lungs. They held each other in a tight embrace as the aftershocks fired into life and their bodies twitched as the afterglow descended upon them.
Pan could only lie on the bed, not caring that a wash of their juices were steadily seeping out onto the comforter and would surly stain the fabric if not cleaned by morning. Through half lidded eyes she watched as her mother slowly got up wobbly and moved to sit beside Gohan and whispered something in his ear. That orgasm had been something beyond description; even then she could still feel her inner walls convulsing and contracting in pleasure spasms and could scarcely comprehend how it would feel with her father’s giant cock moving inside of her.
She was half comatose and could barely move when her daddy scooped her up in his powerful arms and carried her back up the bed. Placing her gently down on the dishevelled pillows, he crawled up the length of her body, his hands working her body attentively as he travelled up to her eye level, his dark orbs looking intently into her lust clouded eyes.
“Pan?” He asked hesitantly, refusing to give in to his lust again until he had had her answer. “Are you sure that you’re ready for this?”
“Damn, you’ve already got me this far Dad.” Pan snapped breathlessly, his question waking her from her pleasure daze with an angry kick. “If you’re going to fuck me then fuck me now.” Even if her mother had given her a mind blowing climax, her Saiyan desire was far from stated and demanded to have her father’s cock fuck her to oblivion. Snaking her hand around his neck, she pulled him to her and quickly captured his lips once more with his while her other hand closed around his length.
While she had already seen that his shaft was larger than any normal man’s, it felt so much bigger in her small palm and for a moment she wondered if she would be able to fit him inside of her. However her blood wanted him, she needed him, and the subject of size wouldn’t deter her now; not after she had come this far. In the blink of an eye and a flash of her sexy smirk, she had pushed him on his back.

Resting her hands on his chest as she straddled him, she moved forward and began slowly rubbing herself over his arousal, lubricating its tip with her juices and causing it to harden ever more as drops of sweat visibly ran down their bodies. Pan couldn’t wait any longer and ran her hands over his incredibly well-formed muscles as she lowered her head and caught his lips in a passionate kiss.

Pan suddenly broke the kiss as her head rolled back onto her shoulders, her lips parting and her eyes falling shut in pure ecstasy as she felt the tip of his member tracing her entrance and pushing ever so slightly inside. His hands slid up her body and reached her thighs; spreading her legs wider while his lips latched onto her breast, suckling her sensitive nipple gently before nipping the rosy bud and pushing against it with his rough tongue.

With his pleasurable assault on her body drawing her attention, Pan never felt any pain of his entrance until a quick, powerful thrust completely imbedded his phallus within her tight walls; stretching them excruciatingly and making a bolt of pain run up Pan’s spine. Despite the pleasure that his lips created, the teen couldn’t help but release a scream of agony as she sunk down onto him, blood flowing freely around his thick, member and trailing down her inner thighs.
“Dad…” she whimpered, fighting back tears while digging her nails into his back so hard that little trickles of blood ran down his skin. “It…It…hurts…”
“Relax sweetheart,” Gohan mouthed against her breast, trying hard to suppress the urge to plough into his daughter as the pleasure of being inside her clouded his judgement. “…The pain will pass; you just need to relax…”
Pan could only nod and clung to her father with a death grip until she felt her inner walls loosen and mould around his large member. The pain died suddenly and she found herself floating in a sea of pleasure that left her gasping his name in breathless wonderment.
Torn between pleasure and agony, Gohan could only gasp in pleasure as he tried to hold off the desire to cum then and there. She was so incredibly tight around him that he feared he might lose control at any moment. However, his parental instincts kept his animal side in check, forcing him to wait despite the indescribable pleasure his daughter’s tight pussy was stirring inside of him. Taking his lips off her nipple, he leant up and gave the lobe of her ear a gentile nip before he began kissing her throat tenderly, while his hand reached down to her clit and started rolling it softly between his fingertips. “Kami you’re so tight Pan…I can feel your pussy clinging to me…” He murmured softly, trying to ease her discomfort by attracting the attention of her Saiyan desires.
With the pain gone, Pan quickly found that she wanted more of him, wanted to feel him as he moved inside of her, wanted to feel him as he fucked her to insanity; she wanted to feel the intense heat of his cock as it exploded inside of her. Looking down, her bright sapphire eyes meet his black ones and she giggled before roughly pushing him back onto the bed. Moving her hips, she began grinding herself into her father’s thighs, making them both moan in pleasure before Gohan’s hands trailed down her body and cupped the weight of her full buttocks.
The pleasure she got from their union was breath taking and Pan eagerly tried to press her hips down in an attempt to feel more of him filling her, but was suddenly unable to move her hips, his strong grip on her arse holding her in place. Confused and becoming desperate with need as her body cried out with its desire to have him, she could only grate against him weakly. “Da… Daddy…please…I want…” she moaned as she felt him beginning to roll his hips, teasing her mercilessly with such light movements. This wasn’t what she wanted.
“What do you want Honey? Tell me.” Gohan asked, surprised by his own level of self-control as her felt the burning walls of her cavern tightening, yet he knew his Saiyan side was right with hers in wanting to fuck her senseless and he wouldn’t be able to hold it at bay for long. The beast will be out and for a moment, the hybrid saw her eyes flash defiance at him before her hands moved to his shoulders, gripping them and digging her nails into his skin making him moan in the back of his throat from the cocktail of pleasure and pain.
“I want you to fuck me,” she growled, now fully consumed by the animal in her blood. “Now!”
He smiled at her angry confession before suddenly slamming her hips down as he thrust his up, impaling her all the way on his rigid cock.
Pan screamed out at the feeling of him filling her, all defiance melting away into pleasure. He moved his hand up, rolling his thumb over a hardened nipple adding to the surge of sensations as he took the other back into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it and sucking gently. The warmth of her core was beginning to drive him insane; while he experienced this with Videl several times a day, she hadn’t been this tight for quite some time and he’d forgotten how much difference it made.
“Oh Daddy.” Pan suddenly moaned out as she began to move up on him. She quickly closed her eyes again, going silent as he was withdrawn almost completely from her depths and allowed that terrible empty feeling to infect her, then she dropped down and rolled her head back in sheer delight as he filled her once more…”Oh, daddy,” she gasped, whimpering as he rolled her throbbing nipple between his teeth. “I love having you inside me…inside my…my pussy,” her words were stuttering as he suddenly thrust into her, going a little deeper.  “Fill my pussy more, push it into me more, please…I want you to fuck me…don’t stop, don’t ever stop…”
Complying with his daughter’s demands, He griped her hips tighter before lifting her up until only his swollen head remained inside her tight cannel before pulling her back down onto his hard rod; causing her to throw her head back in rapture as a loud cry passed through her lips. Quickly catching on to the idea, Pan mimicked his movements and began to ride him.
Soon her motions involved her whole body and as she bounced up and down on him, Gohan’s strong hands glided effortlessly up and down his daughter’s back, from her arse cheeks to her neck and then back down again, all while he sucked wantonly at her breast. The long ebony locks of her hair flew up and down just as she did on top of her father as she increased the tempo of her movements, the volume of her moans increasing to the point where if Gohan wasn’t consumed by lust; he would be covering his ears in agony. Then at that moment he trust his pelvis up, making Pan arch her back and give him better access to her mounds while she screamed in ecstasy.
As the hybrid feasted on his daughter’s breasts like a starving man at a banquet, he started increasing the pace of their fucking, ruthlessly pounding into his daughter as she rode him like Annie Oakley.
“Mmmm…Fuck me, Daddy,” she begged. “Fuck me faster!” He began thrusting even harder into her teenage slit. Her pussy was slick and tight as her inner muscles clenched around him, clamping his dick so hard it almost hurt. “Oh…fuck! I think you’re going to split me in two…Oh yes! Do it faster! Do it faster Daddy!”
“Do you like it Pan?” he asked, taking his lips off her taught nipple as he kept thrusting into her harder and faster. “Do you like riding your daddy as he fucks you?”
“Yes…Yes…Don’t stop! Keep fucking me” she screamed, almost hoarse through pleasure as she felt his every thrust hit spots deeper than the last. “Fuck me…fu…fuck me…”
Completely seized by lust, he ravaged her sweet body with wild abandon, working his cock inside her tight folds with great vigour as his lips feasted on her. She looked so beautiful, her naked body dancing to the rhythm of his thrusts as her climax approached; Pan’s eyes widening as a high-pitched scream ripped through her when she felt his cock hit her sweet spot. Grinning, Gohan focused on that spot and watched with satisfaction as he felt her nails digging into his skin for any purchase she could find.
“Oh Daddy…Kami this is so incredible!” she cried with frenzied passion. “Oh…oh fuck Daddy! So good! You’re so fucking good!” At this point, Pan had lost all control and all she cared about was the feel of the wild fuck her father was giving her. Her motions became wilder, as did her screams, and Gohan loved every moment of it. What was so great about sex with Videl was turning the women who had been raised as a well brought up, proper girl who loved to fight, into a wild but submissive whore who would let him do anything to her. Pan however was a very different story; the same animal that ran in his veins ran in hers so he had had to work for this fuck, and he had loved the challenge it posed.
Gohan could feel his release drawing close and desired nothing more than to unleash his boiling seed into his luscious daughter, yet he was trying his best to keep it under control; instead wanting Pan to cum first.  Needing an edge, he reached down to where their bodies were joined and began playing with her sensitive clit, rubbing it gently with his fingers until her eyes appeared to roll back in delight as his name was screamed from her lips. Her orgasm was something like an electrical earthquake of pleasure and it hit her full force; throwing her into a world of bliss as her inner walls convulsed and contracted around his throbbing manhood, her steamy juices erupting out of her heated core and coating his stiff shaft as he continued on pounding into her.
Releasing his hold on her breast, the spiky-haired man’s head rolled back and he moaned in pleasure as he felt the hot sheath tighten and spasm around him, signalling her climax. He felt her juices gush around his shaft, but he wouldn’t cease his thrusts just yet. However with the increase in sensations amplified his pleasure and he could only manage two more thrusts before letting out a low grunt of pleasure as he came, erupting his boiling seed into her slippery canal.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, Pan poised on her father’s still erect dick as they basked in the afterglow of their respective orgasms before she collapsed onto her father’s muscular chest. Taking deep breaths, the man wrapped his arms around her and began to idly stroke his daughter’s hair in a fatherly manor before noticing the shadow that had spread over them. Looking up, Gohan saw his naked wife standing over them; a pleased look on her face.
“Did you have fun?” Videl asked idily, taking a seat beside them on the bed.
“You have no idea.” He replied weakly, sitting up and placing the half conscious girl on the quilt.
“Well that’s good to hear.” She said before leaning over and whispering softly in her daughter’s ear “Do you think you can handle another round with mommy as well Pan?”
Surprised, Pan weakly lent up but her arms were too unsteady to support her weight and wobbled like jelly as she gave her mother a confused look. “But…how are we …”
 “Just come here and mommy will show you.” Videl said before giving her daughter a kinky smile as she grabbed a pillow and moved to the opposite side of the bed. Propping the cushion up, she quickly got into position on the bed before spreading her legs to reveal her glistening entrance to the avidly watching pair.
With a rapidly drying mouth, Gohan could only watch as Pan gave a quick nod of understanding before crawling across the bed and parked herself between his wife’s spread legs, her head drawing level with her mother’s pussy. Smiling to himself as Videl motioned with her head for him to come over to them, he rose to his knees and slid himself into place behind Pan.
Placing her head next to her mother’s slick sex, Pan wantonly licked her lips and looked up to give her mother a seductive smile before burying her face into the other woman’s wet cavern, hungrily licking the soft folds and drinking in her flowing juices.
“Yeah…..Oh Kami Pan….. Oooooo….. yeah…. just like that….” moaned Videl, rolling her hips and grounding her pussy into her daughter’s face. At the same time however, Gohan grabbed Pan’s waist and lined himself up to enter her. Looking up, the couple’s eyes met and he gave her a wicked smirk before making Pan Moan into her mother’s pussy as he teasingly slid the tip of his cock across her abused pussy and arse. “Mmmm…I don’t know dear, which one of our daughter’s naughty holes should I fuck next?”
Smiling back at her obviously still horny husband, Videl shrugged.  “Well, seeing as we are here to teach our dear Pan here how to satisfy her lover’s and you have already dealt with her virginity; why don’t you finish the job by taking care of her pesky anal virginity my love?”
At that Pan suddenly stopped her assault and looked up at her Mother, her face full of worry as she asked “But mum? Doesn’t it… Isn’t it supposed to hurt when someone gets fucked in the ass?”
“Don’t worry Honey?” Videl said, smiling as if to reassure the anxious teen. “Your daddy is very experienced in the art of anal Pleasure and mummy will make sure it’s very pleasurable experience.” And before Pan could ask any more questions, the woman suddenly lurched forward and twisted them around so that she was suddenly the one on top. There was no room for further questions as the mother silenced her daughter by capturing her bruised lips in a searing kiss before withdrawing long enough to turn herself around and put them in the infamous, 69 position.
Gohan chuckled slightly as he watched his wife devour their daughter; she hadn’t changed since their high school days; that was for sure. Getting back to business, he moved back into position behind the pair and parted his daughter’s peach shaped cheeks before pulling her inviting hips back as he pressed the tip of his cock against her rear entrance.
“Here I come. Whatever you do Pan, don’t tense.” He warned before moving forward with a quick but gentle thrust that slipped the tip of his arousal into her arse.  Despite her resolve not to be a coward, the admittance to her rear made Pan’s whole body arch as she dug deeper into her mother’s core while the feel of her mother’s skilled tongue delving into her depths was blinded her to the pain of her arse contracting and loosening around the golf ball sized head of her father’s cock.
Allowing his daughter a few moments to get accustomed to the sensation, he started to slowly press the rest of his rigid length inside her buttocks. Unfortunately this was a sensation even Videl’s incredibly toned oral skills couldn’t disguise and Pan was forced to squeeze her eyes shut as a sharp pang of pain ripped through her petite body. However, her mother’s long fingers quickly replaced that pain with pleasure as they began squeezing the nub of her clit while her teeth nibbled at her tender folds and another moan escaped the teen’s lips as s felt her father nearly pull completely out of her before slamming back into her arse.
“Oh Daddy…” moaned Pan, near paralysed from the tantalizing mix of pleasure and pain. “Please…fuck my ass! Fuck me in the ass!” Then she buried her face into her mother’s cavern; using her moans of ecstasy to send shivers down Videl’s spine while her tongue feasted and twirled inside the hot depths.
“Ahh! Yea give it to her Gohan.” Videl managed to order between moans.
Hearing the pair’s demands, Gohan began to vigorously fuck the teen, slamming his flesh into hers as he delved inside her tight insides. Her face securely buried in Videl’s pussy, Pan moaned with delight as his hard cock filled her arse over and over, making her small body rock and sway to his undeniable rhythm. Felling each of his powerful thrusts rock her innards, she began plunging her tongue into her mother’s folds to the time of her father’s motions.
Soon the house was filled with the trio’s moans, their cries of pleasure working to driving each other to their own pinnacle of pleasure so that it wasn’t long before Pan felt another earth shattering climax brewing from her parents’ affections. And As her burning cavern tightened with each movement of her mother’s tongue, so did the tight ring of her arsehole convulse and squeeze her father’s invading organ, driving Gohan to fuck her harder and faster as he strove to bring her to her maximum peak.
“Uh…oh Kami! Mommy …I’m…I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum with daddy’s big cock in my ass!” the girl cried, lost in utter rapture as she drank deep from her mother’s channel, carrying the woman down the roads of her pleasure.
“Yea…that’s it Pan! That’s it! Oh I’m almost there! I’m almost there!” Videl moaned, the maddeningly random movements of her daughter driving her into the brink of a white abbess that promised the most delightful of pleasures.
Beset by the pleasure, Gohan’s head lolled back on to his shoulders as a series of low moan’s escaped him from the feel of his daughter’s tight arse suddenly clamping down on his cock. It was too much for him however and he thrust into her as deep as he could before releasing an animalistic howl as he came, filling her tight bowels with his hot seed in the rush of another powerful orgasm. The sensations consumed her in an instant and Pan suddenly went death to all around her as her world suddenly became consumed by white flames and she was only faintly aware that she was screaming in pleasure as her mother continued to drink from her.
Coming down from their high, the three lovers just laid on the queen size and basked in the pleasures until the after waves of their orgasms subsided. Content in each other’s company, it took some time for either Gohan or Videl to notice that Pan had been knocked unconscious from her triple climax. Grinning, the couple carful detached themselves from their daughter and quickly tucked her in before leaving the girl to enjoy her dreams as she slept.
A hot shower and a mountain load of sandwiches later, the married couple were happily snuggled together in their bed; Gohan’s arm wrapped protectively around his wife as she snuggled into his chest.
“Thank you Gohan” She murmured sleepily, enjoying the heat he gave off as she listened to the deep rumble of his heart beats.
“Oh…What for Videl?” He asked before looking down at his wife with a confused look in his eyes.
Chuckling quietly as she mistook his naiveté for modesty, Videl lent up and gave him a peck on the check. “For doing that thing for Pan silly, I now it couldn’t have been easy for you.”
“It was nothing Videl, you now I would gladly die for you or Pan” Grinning, Gohan gave his wife a loving Kiss before adding “However, you do realise that we have probably ruined all of Pan’s future sexual experiences; don’t you?”
“Well I don’t think there is a problem there.” Videl said as she smirked up at him “Unless I’m very much mistaken, I think Trunks has been taking an interest in our little Pan.”
“TRUNKS HA!!!!” Gohan exclaimed in mock laughter before a hurt look appeared on his handsome face. “Do you really think that Trunks and I are in the same league?”
Giggling, Videl stroked his cheek affectionately as she said “Of course not dear, but he is probably better than most humans, and once you’ve done Saiyan you never go back.”
“Well I guess you’re right, and they do say that the first time should always be the best.”
“Do they? Well then you prove them wrong at least five or six times a day.” Videl added, flashing her husband a naughty smile as she crawled on top of him.
“Five or six times?” Gohan asked, mirroring his wife’s smile as he rolled them over so that he was now poised above her. “So tell me Videl, what is my current count for today?”
“Well to tell you the truth Lover, I kind of lost track. What you say we start over and go for an even seven?”
The End

 

What Once Was Lost

Its been a while since my last update so thought I’d start posting some of my favourite works. Will post one every week so stay tuned and Happy reading 🙂

What Once Was Lost

AN: I do not own Dragon Ball Z and I am not profiting from this work.

Panting hot lustful breaths as her slender fingers buried themselves in his soft locks of spiky jet black hair; she tried to fight back her moans as her lover’s sly tongue parted her folds. Its silky smoothness teasing her senses into delirium as it swivelled about deep inside of her core’s depths. Desperate for more, she opened her legs wider, surrendering herself and opening up to him in the most intimate of ways.

‘Damn why must he be so good…’ Within moments he had her crying out, her strength and dignity seemingly forgotten as a fiery serpent spread from his villainous tongue to coil within her belly, its warmth seeping through her being in a flood of white hot pleasure. It was so incredibly delicious that she feared she might go insane with the feeling of it surging through her in great waves.

“So do you like the way my tongue feels inside of you?” She heard him whisperer, his deep voice reverberating against her most sensitive of spots and blowing wisps of air inside her to feed the fires of her desire. The tremors it caused made her buck and writhe against him, deep throaty moans flowing from her parted lips as her cloudy sapphire orbs opened wide in delirious pleasure.

“Yes . . . oh yes . . . fuck . . . yeesss . . .” She gasped, her voice trembling on a high note as he buried his head between her thighs, eating her like a starving man at an all you can eat banquet.  His skilled tongue opening her folds and drinking up her flowing nectar in great gulps as his strong hands squeezed and massaged the full cheeks of her backside. Then suddenly he abandoned her burning depths and latched onto her clitoris, suckling the erect nub with a force that made her head spin as fireworks began to kindle across her brain.

She squealed and bucked her hips against him as the rough pads of his fingers drummed against her pelvic mound while he flicked his tongue rapidly over her nub. It felt so good that she was in danger of losing herself to it as liquid fire crept through her veins in spurts that numbed her to anything but the sight of him kneeling between her spread legs, his predatory gaze fixing on her even as his appendages  worked her into delirious ecstasy…

“Hey Videl! Are you still with us?” Erasa asked while idly waving her hand across her friend’s gaze, causing Videl to jump in surprise as she was awoken from her fantasy. Disappointed at being denied the release that had been building within her, she quickly looked down at the floor and made a feeble attempt to hide the blush that was staining her cheeks as she realised the table’s two other occupants were staring at her.

Damn-it, she’d done it again. She’d fallen into a day-dream and hadn’t realised, though how she’d managed to slip into one while the music was playing so loudly would forever remain a mystery.

“Geez Videl, you could make a cherry look pale with that blush.” Angela observed while taking a sip of her drink, draining the last of the alcoholic beverage from the glass before putting it back on the table top.  “Hmmm…so what were you thinking about?”

“Oh I bet I know.” Erasa cut in, an evil smile spreading across her lips as she fixed her gaze on Videl. “It’s got to be the same guy she’s been thinking about for the past month, he’s the only thing Videl thinks about.”

Fuck you Erasa, I told you that in confidence.’ Videl thought while taking up her own glass and then shot the blonde a very cold look as she sipped her rum and coke.

“Oh…Isn’t he that that guy she dumped 3months ago, the one you said must have been a sex god.” ‘Thanks Angela.’

Videl did her best to tune out the rest of what they said, not wanting to be reminded of the greatest mistake of her life she instead tried to focus on the bubbles rising up from the bottom of her drink, watching as they popped at the rolling surface with only mild interest. How had it all come to this? Only three months ago she had been happier than she had ever been in her life, she had been doing well in University, had had a wonderful life, and she had had a boyfriend who loved her and whom had been without a doubt the love of her life. Now what did she have?  

“I still don’t understand why you would end it if he was so good?” Angela asked bluntly, her voice rather louder than Videl would have liked when discussing her none-existent love life. In truth Videl really didn’t like the brunette that much, in her opinion she was much too much of an air-head and was possibly the densest individual Videl had ever had the misfortune to go to school with. However, tonight Erasa had led her to believe that their class-mate was a necessary evil.

“Mm…Well Videl says she had her reasons but I think she choked.” Erasa explained, sipping her Vodka as she conversed with her friend like Videl wasn’t even there. It was painful to hear and she tried desperately to blot their voices out by listening to the music that booming out over the club’s internal speakers, yet no matter how hard she tried, she know there was nothing that could save her from hearing what was coming next. “Gohan is a very sweet guy, but Videl just doesn’t like letting anyone get as close to her as he had.” There it was, the story of her life lain bear for all to see by Doctor Erasa Freud.

Grabbing her drink, Videl made no attempt to be ladylike as she then drained the glass in one go as if to drown her sorrows in fizzing waves of the rum cocktail. In truth she wasn’t much for anything alcoholic but when the subject of Son Gohan arose, she suddenly felt the need to have a drink. But no matter how much she drank, nothing could change the fact that Erasa was right, and that she had fucked up what was quite possibly the best thing that could ever have happened to her.

Three months ago, they’d been a happy, normal, crime-fighting couple. She the only daughter of the world’s supposed champion and him a half-alien genius who was possibly the strongest fighter in the universe. Then she’d thought they could have survived anything, that nothing could ever tear them apart. Kami she had been so naïve…

“I’m so sorry Gohan…” She whispered, careful to her voice low enough so that neither Erasa nor Angela could hear her. Oh how she wished to go back in time and change that moment, to make it so that that fight had never happened.

With shaky fingers, she put the glass back down and then tilted her chair back as the memories flooded her brain. They’d been in the middle of a foiling a bank heist, bullets had been hailing in all directions as the robbers desperately tried to shoot the faster than light Gohan as he zipped about the bank, taking them down groups at a time. She had been facing down the group’s leader, a big beefy man with no chin and who spoke with a thick Russian accent. His speed belied his size however and she hand narrowly avoided being knocked unconscious when he took a swing at her. The proclaimed Kingpin’s heavy fist missed her helmet covered head by millimetres as she dived to the side, her landing had been off however and she hit her side badly. Finding herself unable to move for the pain it caused her, she’d then watched in horror as the crook pulled a magnum large enough to orbit Clint Eastwood from within the breast of his finely tailored suit.

She could remember closing her eyes as the man said “das be danya Saiyagirl.” And then hearing the impossibly loud gunshot, the resounding bang of the bullet exploding outwards almost deafening her, but then the bullet never came. Confused, she’d opened her eyes to find Gohan standing over her, his cape billowing on a light breeze as he came between her and certain death. Surprised by her partner’s sudden appearance, the Russian Kingpin had recoiled slightly and was in the middle of bringing the Magnum up when Gohan suddenly grabbed his wrists. Breaking bones and agonized screams mingled together as the Russian fell to his knees, seemingly paralysed with pain from the way the hybrid had gripped him.

Seeing their leader’s distress, the still standing thugs had turned on Gohan, their fully automatic weapons firing into life as they emptied what remained in their magazine; however the squashed remnants of the bullets fell harmlessly to the floor at the Saiyan’s feet. Unfazed by the growing pile of spent ammunition, Gohan had kept his attention fixed on the beefy Russian until the mob boss finally let the gun drop, at which point he promptly slammed his knee up into the crock’s jaw. The rest had all been a blur to Videl, not caring to watch Gohan beat the villain’s to a pulp; she had been unable to tear her eyes from the still smocking 44.

When it was all over, Gohan had tried to carry her out but she’d resisted and pushed away, saying that she could manage and then limping out while being thankful for her helmet because it meant none of the spectators could see either the tears in her eyes or the pained expression on her face. However Gohan had not been fooled and when they were safely out of the public eye, he had confronted her…

She knew now that he only been worried about her but at the time, when she was emotionally charged and somewhat insecure from very nearly having her head blown off, it had seemed like he was trying to control her. She’d blown up in his face, told him that she wasn’t some weak damsel needing a protector, that she could take care of herself and had been doing so for a long time. When he tried to cool her down, she’d curtly told him to get lost. They hadn’t spoken since, Gohan had stopped coming to University and she had rapidly slipped into a depressed state. She wanted Gohan back but couldn’t bring herself to face him again, her pride wouldn’t allow it and she doubted her heart would be able to take the rejection she’d receive.

A shadow suddenly loomed over her and glancing across her glass, Videl saw that it was Angela’s friend Kate. At least she would find out what all the fuss was about…

“Hey girls, we’re in…” Kate said happily, taking her place next to Erasa and putting an assortment of what looked like masks on the glass table-top. “Jerry says we can go up to the VIP’s lounge in five minutes but we’re to keep a low profile.” At that, Videl couldn’t help but quietly scoff. Erasa, Angela and Katie were some of the most notorious partiers in Satan City, they were more likely to sprout wings then keep a low profile. “We also have to where one of these.” As she said this, Katie gestured at the masks and picked up a black masquerade eye mask that was decorated with gold decorations.  “It is part of mister Yamcha’s theme for the club’s opening night.”

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Son Gohan stood before the office’s window, looking down at Satan city like a king surveying his domain. However the beauty of the city at night was lost on him, for his mind was too laden with memories to admire the twinkling star lit sky or enjoy the majesty of the buildings. It was the same every time he saw anything beautiful, anything that might remind him of her.

“Don’t protect me; I don’t need you protection Gohan!” Videl shouted angrily, her eyes livid as she looked up at him and poked her finger into his chest. “I’m not some helpless madden in need of saving.”

“Videl…I…” He tried to explain, backing away quickly as he sensed the girl’s energy spiking, however she interrupted his explanation.

“You can’t control me Gohan; I don’t care if you are a 1000 times more powerful than me. I won’t be controlled by anyone.”

Gohan was shocked; she thought he wanted to control her? How could she consider that when he had difficulty in asserting himself to his mother?

“Videl, I don’t want to control you. I just…”

“Get away from me Gohan.” She said while turning her back on the hybrid. ”I mean it, Get lost!” 

“So what do think Gohan? Nice isn’t it to have the city at your feet.” A voice suddenly asked, waking the teen from his thoughts. Deep in the recesses of his memory, he hadn’t noticed the presence entering the office and had been blind to them until they took a place beside him.

“Yes…” He whispered, before turning to his dad’s friend. “You’ve certainly made a name for yourself this time Yamcha.” The bandit smiled joyfully at his remark and clapped him on the back.

It had been quite a surprise to the Z-Fighters when Yamcha, the former bandit turned washed up base baller, had announced that he was going into the nightclub business. Indeed both Bulma and Krillen had broken out into a fit of hysterics, saying in-between the bouts of laughter that he was too old and out-of-style. Amazingly they had been proven wrong; five minutes after its opening, Yamcha’s club had become a smash hit and the former bandit a millionaire.

“So how are your studies coming Gohan?” Yamcha asked in an offhand manor as he walked around his desk and sat in the new leather recliner; referring of course to the home studies Gohan had taken upon himself since leaving University. As he understood it, the work load was gargantuan and the time frame was somewhat tighter than if he were actually at university. So much so that even Gohan the boy genius might be having trouble keeping up.

“They’re going well.” Gohan lied, trying to appear unfazed by the question as he sat in the chair across from the Yamcha. The truth was he had fallen behind, rather badly by all accounts. He just couldn’t get his mind to stay on one topic. Every few hours something would appear or be mentioned that would throw his mind back onto a very distracting subject.

 “You know you never were a good liar, Kid. Even your dad can see right through you and that is saying something.” Gohan ignored the jab about his dad, knowing that he was referring more to the Saiyan’s overly trusting nature rather than his stupidity. Instead he was more bothered by the accusation that he was a bad liar. Why did everyone say that bout him? ‘Videl in particular liked to say it.’ “You’re still thinking about her aren’t you?”

This time Gohan couldn’t hide his discomfort and looked away from his dad’s friend as he tried to make a façade of being interested the office; it had after all been expertly decorated and screamed the owner’s susses with antique wooden furniture and original Picassos and Monet’s. They’d had this conversation before; he’d had it with the rest of the gang several times in fact, and very really had he liked the way they went. Vegeta had been the only one to say something different, but his advice had been no constructive than that of Goten’s. He may have been wrong but Gohan doubted forcing Videl to submit to him would be the best way to win her affections.

“You know your life is going to go to hell unless you forget about her kid.”

“I’m already in hell, Yamcha.” Gohan whispered, his voice dipping so low that the bandit struggled to hear him. “My life became a hell the moment I lost her.”

“And that is exactly why I invited you to the Grand opening.” “Yamcha announced, suddenly retaining his usual good nature as he opened a draw in his desk and pulled out an ID of some denomination and a deep blue mask that was shaped just to cover around his eyes. “Nothing is better for forgetting an irritable ex-girlfriend than a good party.”

Off the proceeds from his first nightclub, Yamcha had gone on to build a business empire that would soon rival Capsule Corp. With the deeds to four other clubs sitting in his safe, the former bandit had decided to move into Satan City and construct the fifth. Gohan had been invited to the opening night but he hadn’t suspected Yamcha intended for him to join in the celebration. Parties never had been his scene…

However, as if he could sense the teen’s anxiety, Yamcha quickly cut in. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to Gohan. Just go downstairs and have a drink, then if you’re still not impressed and want to leave go right ahead.” Gohan found it difficult to argue with his logic and in way of an answer; he reached over and picked up the mask. It was quite light and felt cool against his skin as he slipped it over his head. It was a perfect fit over his eyes, apparently that tailor Yamcha had sent him to had been taking more measurements than he’d let on. ‘The sneaky bastard…’

“Good boy.” Yamcha said happily, almost rubbing his hands together in pleasure as he learnt back in the chair and put his expensive crocodile skin shoes on the desk. “Show that card to Jerry and he’ll let you into the VIP lounge, it will also get you into the lounge’s honeymoon suite should you find some yourself some wealthy heiress on the dance floor.” Gohan couldn’t tell if he was joking not so he just scoffed in response as he grabbed the card. Taking that as an end to the meeting, he got up and walked across the office to the door without a backwards glance. However before he could leave, Yamcha suddenly called. “Oh and Gohan, be sure to try one of Kyle’s Bacardi Mojitos, they are excellent.” The comment made a small smile spread across Gohan’s lips as he shut the door.

With the door shut and his dad’s friend out of sight, Gohan was tempted to leave the club right then and there. The notion of him going into the lounge was ludicrous but it also appealed to his curiosity. He’d never been into a club before, the nearest to his home was a few hundred miles and Videl had never had much of a taste for clubbing; it would certainly be a growing experience if nothing else.

And so, smiling for the first time in three months, Gohan made his way down the stairs that led up to Yamcha’s office and came out in a small waiting area that would not have looked out of place in a dental surgery. The receptionist, a pretty blonde girl who was wearing an expensive designer suit and a little too much makeup, gave him the quick once over and then flashed him a promising smile before saying “Good night Mr Son.” Much to her dismay, Gohan barely gave her a second’s glance and the only sign that he acknowledged her at all was a curt nod as he entered the elevator. The machine’s doors promptly closed before she could protest.

As the lift was only used to travel between two floors, Gohan didn’t have to bother with pressing buttons before the box was descending and the doors opened after a moment to admit him into a room that was intimately lit by an overhanging chandelier.  Its walls were a deep shade of red and his heightened vision allowed him to make out the various paintings of orgies which hung on the walls.  On his left the room branched off into a swirling corridor that led down to the club’s public dance floor while on his right a set of heavy oaken doors were being guarded by an overly muscled bruiser/ bouncer with a name tag on his chest that said his name was Jerry. Gohan was almost half a foot taller than the stocky guard but he did his best to look intimidated as he showed him his pass. The brute examined the laminated card for a moment, probably suspecting it to be a forgery; however if there were any defects Jerry didn’t spot them and he stepped aside a moment later to admit Gohan. 

The oak doors swung open on their own accord and, taking them to be electric, the Saiyan brushed past the Guard without saying a word as he briskly stepped into the warmth of the lounge. In stark contrast to the lower level dance floor that was bombarded constantly by noise and filled with barely of legal-age patrons, the VIP’s lounge had a more classical atmosphere. The walls were painted in subdued tones and adorned with more framed depictions of orgies, the ceiling was vaulted and an expensive crystal chandelier hung from its centre while expensive wood furniture lay scattered about the room’s rim. Flocks of well-dressed men and ladies, all of whom were wearing expensively crafted eye-masks and so unrecognisable, loitered about the lounge, talking avidly in their groups while sipping drinks from crystal glasses. Gentle music was playing out of concealed speakers and some of the more youthful guests had taken to dancing in unfurnished centre. 

Spotting the bar through the crowd of people, Gohan weaved a way around the dance floor and sat on one of the six stools that lay adjacent to it. Waiting for the otherwise occupied bartender to come to him, he let his eyes idly wander the room. It was pleasant enough, but there was something about the place that just made him feel uncomfortable. It reminded him of being in school in some respects, too many people cramped inside a closed environment was far from settling for a quiet country boy from the mountains; and this time he didn’t have Videl to make him feel better about it.

“Mojito please.” Gohan said when the bartender finally came to him, remembering Yamcha’s last piece of advice. Although not initially sure what exactly a ‘Bacardi Mojito’ was, he figured it was worth a try if the man thought it was excellent. What he got however was something that looked like ice-water with a plant leaf floating inside but smelt strongly like Master Roshi did sometimes.

Passing the bartender his ID, he was about to pay for the drink but the bartender refused his money, saying his ticket exempted him of payment as a personal friend of Mr Yamcha. The news put him in a slightly better frame of mind as he took back the card then brought the perspiring glass to his lips and took a sip of the alcohol. It burned his throat on the way down and settled in his stomach like waves of fire as he broke out in a coughing fit. It reminded him of something Krillen had given him once on Kami Island but that had not been half as strong as this was. However its taste was not displeasing and he took another swig of the Bacardi as he swivelled around on the stool to face the dance floor.

In the distance he could see a group of girls entering the lounge, their brightly coloured dresses contrasted distinctly with the sombre shades of grey, blue and black that were donned by the rest of the VIPs and made it all too easy for Gohan’s keen eyes to pick them up in the crowd.  Like a predator hidden in long grass, he watched as they moved to one of the tables. He could see four; the first three made no impression on him, but the fourth, there was something about her that he just couldn’t place. She had dark black hair that was styled in a slightly spiked style and was wearing a red eye-mask that hid the majority of her face but went very nicely with her sexy red halter-neck dress. The garment cut off at her knees but it was more than enough to stir a forgotten longing within him.

Watching closely as a waiter went over to the girls’ table; a deep growl suddenly reverberating through throat as the man began flirting outrageously with the girl in the red mask. Making a mental note to ask Yamcha whether he thought that sort of behaviour was professional; he continued to watch the spectacle and smiled when the girl turned down the waiter’s advances and then sent him away. Gohan watched the retreating waiter for a moment before turning his gaze back to the girls. It was clear the other were giving the girl with the red mask a talking to, probably suggesting that she should have taken the man’s offer. The waiter returned to their table a moment later with their drinks but this time he did not bother flirting and was gone once the girls had accepted their drinks.

Smiling as the man scurried away like a whipped dog, he took another sip of his Mojito and was about to look away when all four of the girls suddenly got up from the table and sauntered onto the dance floor. There was a fast song playing on the speakers and they began to dance feverously to its tune, causing more heads than just Gohan’s to turn. It seemed that just about every male in the room had noticed the group and the few unattached individuals there were had already begun gathering around them. However, it seemed that the girl in the red mask was not fond of the crowd and pushed her way clear of the clustering males and moved to another end of the dance floor; the end which just so happened to be on Gohan’s side of the lounge.

Unable to tear his eyes away, Gohan licked his rapidly drying lips and watched as the masked girl seemed to become lost in the music; her body’s enticing sway stirring feelings within him that had only been drawn out by one other.  His feeling of loss suddenly forgotten, he found himself wanting to go over to her. Needing one last bit of courage, he picked up the glass and finished his first and least ever Mojito before standing up and walking over to the dancing girl. He could hear his heart thundering in his cheat like a heavy drum as he approached her, his normally stern courage faltering. He was afraid but also excited at the same time and he did his best to look normal as he came up behind her.

“Can’t you just take a hint?” The girl suddenly yelled, before spinning around to face the teen. “I’m not interes…” She stopped speaking when she saw Gohan.

Reality came crashing back on the hybrid like he were being hit on the head by a sledge hammer, his eyes widening as he took in the all-too familiar features beneath the mask. They’d been hidden from him before, but now when he and she were standing toe-to-toe he could see that the Girl’s eyes were of the deepest shades of blue, mirroring the clear waters of the Sargasso Sea as she looked up at him. He would never forget those eyes…“Gohan.”

“Videl.”

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Slightly tipsy from all her Rum and coke cocktails, Videl was feeling a little more open to the idea of dancing. However, uncomfortable with such a strong male presence surrounding her, she had quickly moved away from Erasa’s throng  and found herself a quieter space on the dance floor. She wanted to lose herself in the music, to forget the pain and loneliness that had consumed her life and be carried away on the erratic tempo. 

She wasn’t that impressed by the lounge, or the club for that matter. It was too loud and crowded and made her feel claustrophobic. Everywhere she could feel eyes on her; predatory stares that watched her with lustful hunter, like they were wolves watching a helpless doe that’d lost the safety of her herd. Her herd, she’d never thought of Gohan as her herd but that was exactly what he was, her herd. He was her safety and her love and her life.  Without him, she felt alone and at the mercy of those she would normally regard with disdain.   

Fortunately, the vast majority had been kept on a tight lead by their dates and only the waiter who’d brought their drinks had had the guts to ask her to dance. Videl had sent the man away but he’d been persistent, only when she finally threatened to introduce his face to her fist did he scurry away like a whipped dog. She may have felt insecure but she’d be damned if she’d let some punk walk all over her and just the thought of that crawly swine made her shiver. And in that instant she felt someone approaching her. Guessing it was the damn waiter trying his luck again, she turned without really thinking.

“Can’t you just take a hint? I’m not interes…” She stopped dead in mid-sentence as she saw that this was defiantly not the scrawny waiter. Standing before her was quite clearly the apex of human evolution. He stood at least 6 foot 4 and his finely tailored rich all black suit did little to hide the finely chiselled muscles beneath the fabric. His hair was black and naturally spiky with one lock falling forward to brush against the eye mask while his chin was strong and unblemished by stubble. As she looked up, her heart almost stopped as she noted his eyes. They were the darkest shade of black she had ever witnessed, deep soul filled eyes that had more beauty in their depths than any twinkling diamond. There was only one man who had eyes like these.

Gohan.” She whispered, her heart beating so loudly she was surprised he couldn’t hear it. Could it really be him? What would Gohan be doing here? Did have a date? Videl couldn’t help feeling sick at the last notion. Although she couldn’t, and wouldn’t, blame Gohan for moving on after what she’d done to him, the idea of some other girl having him was more than she could stand.

“Videl.” He responded, clearly as surprised as she was. Yet Videl couldn’t tell if he was pleased to see her. For several moments, a long silence existed between them but then the lounge’s atmosphere began to change as a new song stated to play on the speakers. Its tune was different, low sombre notes being occasionally perforated by deep booms that reached out and enveloped them. “Would you like to dance?”

Videl looked up at him in disbelief, not sure whether or not to believe her ears. However there was no lie in Gohan’s eyes as he opened his arms to her and she could deny the girlish smile that spread across her lips as she gladly accepted his invitation and then nothing else in the world seemed to matter.

Is it true what they say,
Are we too blind to find a way?
Fear of the unknown cloud our hearts today.
Come into my world,
See through my eyes.
Try to understand,
Don’t want to lose what we have

We’ve been dreaming
But who can deny,
It’s the best way of living
Between the truth and the lies

See who I am,
Break through the surface.
Reach for my hand,
Let’s show them that we can
Free our minds and find a way.
The world is in our hands,
This is not the end.


Fear is withering the soul
At the point of no return.
We must be the change
We wish to see.
I’ll come into your world,
See through your eyes.
I’ll try to understand,
Before we lose what we have.

We just can’t stop believing
Cause we have to try.
We can rise above
Their truth and their lies.

See who I am,
Break through the surface.
Reach for my hand,
Let’s show them that we can
Free our minds and find a way.
The world is in our hands,

They were dancing hand in hand and way off the song’s tempo. Guided by her love’s strong arms, Videl felt as if she was floating across the dance floor. She wished they could stay like this forever, her heart fluttering as Gohan looked down at her and smiled a genuine smile that touched every part of her. This was what she wanted and she would forsake the whole world to keep it. Without saying a word, she reached up and curled her fingers through the thick black locks of his hair and dragged his head down so that their lips met. Suddenly hungry for his touch, she let out a soft moan as his powerful tongue swept into her orifice and found her tongue in a dance that mirrored that of their bodies.   

See who I am,
Break through the surface.
Reach for my hand,
Let’s show them that we can
Free our minds and find a way.
The world is in our hands,
This is not the end.

I hear the silence
Preaching my blame.
Will our strength remain
If their power reigns?

See who I am,
Break through the surface.
Reach for my hand,
Let’s show them that we can
Free our minds and
Find a way.
The world is in our hands,

See who I am,
Break through the surface.
Reach for my hand,
Let’s show them that we can
Free our minds and
Find a way.
The world is in our hands,

This is not the end,

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The club’s deluxe suite on the club’s top most floor slid open with a click of the electric locking/opening mechanism and using his shoe to finish the job; Gohan almost kicked the door clean off its hinges as he carried Videl into the room. It was a fabulous suite, richly adorned with expensive wood furniture, passionate colours disguised the sound-proofed walls and expertly designed stone features of rutting couples. A dark leather sofa was positioned in front of a flat-screen TV and a make shift kitchen complete with wine bar and mini-fridge had been set up on the far side; but what really caught the Saiyan’s eye was the lavish King size bed that took up the centre of the room.

Candles were already lit and scattered around the suite, their glow giving the room a romantic atmosphere whilst he carried her to the bed, miraculously managing to keep his balance as their tongues danced a fiery tango. He held her like a newlywed husband carrying his bride over the threshold; his senses flooded by the flavours he never thought to taste again as they devoured one another in a fit of passion.

Their masks were gone, lost somewhere back in the corridor. However, neither he nor she could have cared less about the missing decorations as they began wantonly making up for lost time. Her fingers were pushing at the fabric of his jacket, trying desperately to remove the offending article without interrupting his lips. It was a difficult task but eventually she managed to push the thing down his broad shoulders and then to the floor without a moment’s thought for the dry-cleaning only label that was sown to the inside.

Their tongues danced until the need to breath grew too great for them to ignore and they slowly parted. Nose to nose, they stared deeply into one another’s eyes before he at last whispered. “I love you.” However, before she could respond he purposefully dropped her onto the bed. She gave him a reproachfully look once she stooped bouncing but hadn’t the time to say something because he leant over her and captured her lips in a silencing kiss a moment later. Forgetting her protests, she wrapped her arms and legs around him in a tight embrace.

A shiver ran down Videl’s spine when Gohan’s hands reached beneath her dress and began massaging the full orbs of her backside. His callused hands were rough against her skin, causing goose-bumps too spill across her body as her nerves were teased into a delirious state. She could feel Gohan smile as his fingers hooked under the elastic of her underwear and began tugging it down her milky white thighs. The garment was soaked; she could feel it clinging to her body like a second skin as Gohan drew it down and off her body.

“My…my Videl…” He teased, having broken the kiss to look at the soaked garment but was unable to keep the smile from his lips when he saw her sexy red thong. She wanted to tell him to knock it off but when he brought the soaked lace to his nose and breathed in a deep breath, inhaling the musky scent of her arousal, all she could do was blush.  Taking advantage of her distraction, he quickly discarded the ruined undergarment and swooped down to attack her neck.

“Oh Gohan!” moaned Videl, her back arching into his hard chest as he nipped at her sensitive neck with his sharpened fangs. He wasn’t biting her hard enough to draw blood; instead his teeth were focusing on her sweet spots as his lips applied a gentle suction that would be sure to leave very obvious marks in the morning.  

He nipped at her nerves with liquid fire and distracted by her own pleasure, Videl never noticed Gohan looking up at her. He’d always loved watching her, to see the look of pleasure in her half lidded eyes as he made her crumble into divine puddles of ecstasy with just the smallest of acts. There was nothing better as far as Gohan was concerned. ‘Well maybe not nothing…’

She didn’t resist when he trailed down to the base of her swan like neck or protest to his ministrations as he ravaged the ridge of her collar bone. He knew just how to touch her, just how to tease her, and Gohan delighted in ensuring she knew it as he moved down to the swells of her full ivory bosom while his hands  pressed against her inner thighs. The callous skin of his battle worn hands exciting her tender flesh whilst he pushed her legs further apart, giving him room to move as he pushed the weight of his heavy arousal against her bare sex; the wet heat of her desire reaching through the fabric of his trousers to engulf his phallus in her warmth as she gasped in delight.

“Gohan…Oh…that feels so good!” Videl gasped, her eyes widening in ecstasy when she felt the immense weight of Gohan’s desire pressing into her. It felt larger than she remembered and the thought of it being inside her sent shockwaves through her body. However, she wanted to do something for her lover first. She wanted to make up for what she’d done to him; to say in some way that she was sorry for what she’d put them both through.

It wasn’t easy but she managed to clear her mind of the fog of pleasure and then rolled them both over, pinning the much larger Saiyan beneath her with a look that told he’d stay where he was if he knew what was good for him. She only smiled at his reproachful look before leaning down and giving him a soft, reassuring kiss that promised all would be made clear soon enough. Fighting his raging desire to rip that damn tempting dress from her then and there, he gave an obedient nod and then watched in agony as she lifted herself off him while a seductively evil look sent a shiver down his spine. 

As she kept her eyes looked to his, her angelic fingers began working on his belt buckle, threading the length of leather through the ring before blindly toying with the straining buttons of his trousers. The damp fabric looked like it was about to burst open, the bulge of Gohan’s fully erect shaft all but ripping it as the column of flesh tried desperately to get free of its bindings. Giggling like a school girl, she reached into the open waistband and closed her fingers around as much of the thick length as she could. It felt just as wonderful as she remembered and she couldn’t resist gently rubbing the quivering shaft.

Her touch made him groan out in delirium, the deep vocals echoing around the suit as she drew his arousal out of the trousers tight confines. The sight of Gohan’s arousal made Videl’s loins burn with liquid desire and she spent a moment drinking in the sight of it, admiring the erection’s spectacular girth as she sunk to her knees before him. Ensuring she had his complete attention, she slowly licked her lips so that they’d glisten in the low candle light while at the same time vigorously stroking his throbbing cock.

Paralysed by her motions, Gohan thought he might go mad less his lover stop teasing him with these damn antics. He could feel her lithe fingers moving over the stretched skin, rubbing it in every way but the way he wanted her to. She was looking him dead in the eye as her glossy red lips moved with speech but the blood was pumping so loud in his ears that even his Saiyan ears could barely catch a word she said. However all those pains vanished the moment he felt her lips on him.

Knowing full well what her touch must be doing to him, she took her time so that her lust clouded eyes were twinkling as she finally kissed its weeping tip; her tongue sneaking out to trace invisible patterns across the sensitive ridges. The musky sent of his desire was flooding her mind, the thick spicy aroma goading her on as she ran her tongue over the pulsing shaft’s tip and sides like it were some delicious ice-cream cone she was enjoying. But it was not enough, she wanted more and whilst her hand continued to massage his length, her glossy red lips parted and she took him into her mouth.

Feeling the sudden wash of heat suddenly engulfing the bulbous head of his arousal, Gohan couldn’t help but moan out. His strong hands fisting in the expensive bed sheets as her hot orifice engulfed him in its warmth and he couldn’t help but buck his hips up in surprise when he felt her teeth scraping so wonderfully over his shaft’s velvety tip.

Although he was at least 7½ inches in length, Videl managed to take more than half of him in. Her glistening red lips sliding over his soft skin as she took all of him in that she could, her soft tongue lasciviously stroking the bulbous head’s sensitive underside. She had yet to begin but already Gohan was lost in the sensations she was sending through him and he was fighting against the need to buck up into her mouth.

“Oh Kami…Videl!” He gasped, throwing his head back in pleasure as he felt her relaxing her throat to take him deeper before withdrawing until only the head was held between her lips and then she repeated the movement. At first she moved with a deliberate slowness, her head bobbing up and down his length at a teasing speed, but as she took more and more of him into her throat with every stroke, her motions began to grow faster.

A guttural groan was ripped from Gohan as the last semblance of his self-control melted away in the fire of his desire. The heat and wetness of her mouth overwhelming his senses as her technique drove him nearer and nearer to a sense shattering orgasm.

More than anything he wanted to watch her as she did this to him, but he knew that the sight would be more than enough to bring him over the edge. So instead he just sat back, basking in the waves of pleasure that her mouth was sending through him. His erection was so receptive right then that he could feel her very breath washing over him as she inhaled, feel the way her perfectly even teeth were scrapping against him, and even the most minimal motions of her tongue as it lazily rubbed his shaft’s underside.

It was too much even for the legendary Gohan to take and he blindly placed a heavy hand on the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her soft locks whilst urging her on. He needed to be careful, too much pressure and he would break her neck yet far from being displeased by his sudden boldness; Videl only purred out her delight and willingly complied.

She pleasured him like she truly enjoyed going down on him, and with her enthusiasm It didn’t take long for him to feel like he was nearing the point of no return. Unable to resist the temptation to watch her any longer, he opened his eyes and looked down at her. It was true that the feelings she was stirring inside of him were incredible, but they paled in comparison to the ones he got from seeing her bending up and down on him. The sight of Videl kneeling between his legs, wearing that fuck me red dress and having his cock disappearing into her wondrous cavern was so erotic that it went beyond the realms of just mere lust and love and dipped into something sublime. And she was looking back at him, her lust darkened eyes blazing with her usual fiery passion as she sucked him deeper and deeper into her mouth.

Videl had always loved performing oral sex on Gohan. It made her feel so empowered to know that she could have such control over one as incredibly strong as her demi-Saiyan lover and she had never missed an opportunity to practise her skills whilst they had been dating.  However this was not about her, and Gohan’s unwillingness to surrender entirely to the pleasure she offered him was beginning to annoy Videl. Intent on bringing her love over the edge, she decided to employ her finishing move.

Gohan knew he was beyond close yet he was stubbornly trying to hold on, trying to prolong this moment for as long as possible. He knew it couldn’t last, Videl was relentless and there were few things she liked better than a challenge,  yet his Saiyan blood demanded he last for as long as possible. No Super Saiyan should be so easily overcome by a mere human, even one as talented and as strong willed as she. He had to hold on…

“Oh Kami…That’s it Videl…just like that…” He gasped, his resolve suddenly melting away in a hot flush of desire when Videl pursed her lips around his member’s pulsing head. Her tongue licked and swirled around the engorged tip once before she descended and took his entire shaft into mouth and down her throat in a single move. With her free hand she began massaging the heavy weight of his balls while her cheeks were drawn inwards in an intense suction. All these things happened in one instant and the combination of them all drove Gohan clear over the edge.

Desperate to warn her of his coming release, he bellowed a moan that echoed around the suit as ropes of his hot seed suddenly exploded from his shaft and down her throat in great quantities. However, despite her surprise, Videl took the eruption in her stride and casually worked her throat as if she were only swallowing a glass of warm milk.  She drank until his pent up release had run dry, only then did she let his still erect member slip from her lips as she shakily got to her feet.

Dazed, Gohan collapsed back on the bed and tried to catch his breath while the aftershocks of his orgasm travelled along his nerves in minor tremors. His world had dissolved into a barrage of colours that danced before his eyes in the most bizarre and curious fashions, leaving him unable to focus or think until a soft voiced whispered to him.

“Gohan…”

The soft tone woke him from his hazy state faster than a jug of ice cold water and he looked over to see Videl standing over him. She looked nervous and he could see her fingers trembling slightly as she undid the ring-tie that rested over her cleavage. With one tug of the ribbon, the tie came undone and the dress cascaded down her body, revealing her creamy white skin and full alabaster breasts to his gaze. Vulnerable and as bear as it was possible to be, she stood before him and waited for his answer.

Realising what she was asking, Gohan could only smile before he kicked off his shoes and pushed his trousers the rest of the way down his legs. It left him naked from the waist down, his returning erection standing tall as he began working on undoing the buttons of his black velvet shirt. However the fastenings were small compared to his large fingers and proved difficult for him to open when he was always looking up to his illustrious love. Indeed he was fumbling with the last few when small fingers suddenly pushed his away to finish the job.

Realising just how close the naked Videl had gotten to him, he couldn’t help but blush as she pushed the shirt from his shoulders, their eyes meeting again as it fell. There was hardly a hair’s breadth dividing them now and Gohan was sure he could feel the liquid heat of her desire brushing against his thigh as she climbed over him, positioning herself over him. His member poised at the gates of her desire as she braced her hands against his shoulders, resting her weight over him in preparation.

“I love you Gohan, I always have.” She declared before swopping down and giving him a fierce kiss as her hips dropped down and took in his erection inch by tantalizing inch until he was encased within her walls. Breaking the kiss, she cried out at the invasion and threw her head back in pleasure as her body adjusted to the forgotten feeling of fullness. Relishing the sweet shock of penetration, she automatically flexed her muscles around him, familiarising herself with the way it felt nestled deep inside of her. The action caused Gohan to groan and taken by surprise, he instinctively thrust his hips up in response, pushing the shaft a little deeper inside her convulsing sheath.

“Ohhhhh…That’s it….That’s it…” She hissed, her breath coming in short gasps as she sat there, impaled on him. The odd position was making her a little disoriented but the pleasure it was giving her made it all worthwhile.  He fitted so perfectly inside her, touched her in all the right spots…it was like they had been made specifically for each other.

Gohan was in sexual purgatory, trapped between absolute ecstasy and a torturous agony as he felt Videl wriggling in his lap. She was so hot and tight, that the temptation to throw her to the bed and fuck her like an animal was almost too great for him to deny. The primal Saiyan in him wanted to claim her, to show her who she belonged to and prove that there was no one better than he. Yet the rational part of his brain reasoned no good could come from that course, that she was not one who must prove something. She, after, all had left him because she feared he had been trying to control her, he needed to prove to her that he would never oppress her. And so he forced himself to lay still and wait until she was ready, his hands all the while clutching at the sheets beneath them in a desperate effort to remain in control.

Breathing hard in wanton pleasure, Videl slowly rocked against her lover’s pelvis, moving in slow circles that ground her clit against his hip. The light movement was causing the most delicious of sensations to stir within her abdomen, but they weren’t enough to satisfy her and she absentmindedly began raising her thigh and hip muscles, lifting her body ever so slightly before falling back down his body in a slow rhythm that elected moans from them both.

“Mmmm…oh Kami it’s incredible…I…I want more…” She gasped, her nails biting small crescent circles into his shoulders as she picked up the pace; raising herself up until only the tip was inside her before crashing back down in a fit of passion as his hard cock nudged a little deeper. She acted as if she was in fact ridding a galloping horse, moving up and down in long, fast strokes that were pushing her closer and closer to that fountain of ecstasy. Yet still she wanted more.

To just sit back and watch as this goddess rode was an exquisite torture but it was a torture nonetheless. She was so tight, so hot, so wet; even her smallest motions almost got the better of him. Clenching his jaw tightly shut, Gohan desperately fought against the urge to meet her thrusts as the passionate energy continued to mount inside of him. Sheer willpower was the only thing keeping him in check but Videl was having none of it.

“Oh it feels so good! Come on Gohan…I want you to…fuck me!” She demanded whilst tightening the muscles in her lower abdomen in such a way that they snapped his iron resolve like a twig. His hips snapped up and caught her on the downfall as his rough hands grabbed her full buttocks with bruising force, making the beauty throw her head back and scream out in ecstasy. Growling low in his throat, the hybrid began thrusting upward, using his strong hands to steady the girl while his herculean muscles forced her up and down in a fast rhythm.

His onslaught came on so fast that she was completely unprepared for the pleasure it brought her and lost in the feel of him moving inside of her, she flattened her palm against his broad chest and used it for added support to meet his wild bucking. It felt like he was splitting her in two with every thrust, and she couldn’t help but love it.

“Oh Kami…you’re being so rough…can’t stop my hips…oh no…if you keep doing that I’ll…” She warned, her back arching up into him as his head dropped down to take one of her pebbled nipples into his mouth, trapping it between his sharp canines and teasing it with his tongue. The dual sensations of his shaft filling her and the sharpness of his teeth and tongue on her breast took her to the brink of insanity as the raging wildfire that burned within her core spread out and began consuming every inch of her being. “Ahhhh…Oh No! I…I can feel it…it’s so amazing…I’m going to cum!”

Her voice rose to a near scream when Gohan’s shaft suddenly hit her G-Spot, throwing the teen over the edge in a blissful orgasm that made her whole body tremble with passion. Lost in the sea of pleasure, Videl threw her head back and released a long cry, her nails biting into the skin of his chest as tremors slammed into her like a tsunamis. However, Gohan had not finished with her yet.

The tightness of her walls as they convulsed around his rigid flesh ignited a wash of fire in the Demi-Saiyan’s blood that coiled about him and before he could control it, it made him go super. The golden flames exploded around him and Videl in an instant, turning his black hair yellow and eyes turquoise as his muscles rippled and bulged with fresh power. Utterly unprepared for the sudden rush, he abandoned Videl’s heaving breast and lurched to his feet, hooking his arms under her knees as he did to keep his steadying hold of her buttocks.

Surprised by his sudden transformation, Videl only had enough time to coil her arms around his neck before he hoisted her up and continued his assault on her core. Fed on super Saiyan energy, his thrusts penetrated her more deeply than should have been possible and all she could do was bask in the joy of him ravishing her body so completely.

Unencumbered by supporting Videl’s full weight in his arms, Gohan finally gave himself over to his darker side and surged forward in a whirlwind of motion. Beads of sweat were freely rolling down his skin yet he paid them no heed, his mind overwhelmed by the feel of her molten cavern convulsing around his shaft as he continued to drive deeper inside her wet depths.

“Aaahhhh… it’s so deep inside…So good…oh I think I’m going crazy…oh yes fuck me Gohan!” Videl gasped, her eyes seeming to lose their focus as she was bombarded on all sides with the euphoric sensations. Unable to control herself, she answered each of his thrusts with a loud cry as the overpowering tension of her second orgasm began to boil inside of her like a furnace.  “Oh Kami…Yes harder…HARDER!”

Gohan’s every sense was working in overdrive, he wasn’t ready to cum just yet but he could feel Videl’s climax washing over her, her steamy essence running over his erection and down their legs in thick streams as her walls convulsed erratically. Yet it was not enough. Their position pressed their bodies together but it lacked the spiritual closeness he craved and craved it so much did he that he swung around and laid his lover gently on to the bed.

Displeased with his having stopped, Videl flashed him a furious look that would have made Kid Buu run to the safety of the next dimension and realising the danger he was suddenly in, Gohan didn’t waist a moment before launching back into the rhythm. Spacing his weight out evenly above her so as not to risk crushing her, he then buried his member fully back inside of her and watched as she threw her head back in a silent scream of pleasure.

Her hips jerked up to meet his in a sweet harmony and within seconds, she was trembling again in orgasmic throws. Having Gohan inside of her made Videl lose all sense of time and reason; her world becoming nothing more than a euphoric dream that only she and Gohan shared. Lost in the pleasure, they synchronized their movements perfectly. His hips rising and falling as she lifted her hips so that his cock drove into her depths as deeply as possible.

“So…so good… so tight…” Gohan gasped, resting his forehead against Videl’s and fixing her with a meaningful look as he pushed his hips a little harder. A shiver running down his spine when he felt her hands snaking their way down his back, her nails scrapping his skin ever so lightly until they settled on his buttocks and then began squeezing the taught muscles there.

Temporarily beyond words, she could not help but roll her head back into the mattress while his name flew from her lips in a long moan, her body shuttering and her senses splintering into a thousand tiny slivers of light as orgasmic sensations began to build up within her all over again.

Gohan was nearing the point of no return too, but whilst in super Saiyan form, he was able to call on a fresh reserve of control that allowed him to keep his head even at this late junction but the pleasure of making love to Videl was so great, he feared he might die from it. He could his groans mixing with hers as the sound of their slapping hips echoed around the suite and the sight of her lying beneath him, her lithe body bouncing with his every movement, only made it harder for him to resist the mounting pleasure.

“Ahhh…Ah oh no… I’m cumming again!” cried Videl, her pleasure suddenly exploding in a crescendo that made her convulse around him in erratic spasms as wave after glorious wave overtook her.  For Gohan it felt like she was sucking him inside of her, her inner walls squeezing and wrapping around him wildly as her body bucked uncontrollably.  He groaned loudly, he was so close it was making him wild…

“Ugh…I’m cumming too!” He roared, pushing forward in one last great lunge before pouring his potent seed inside of her in great volumes as she shuddered around him, still in the violent grip of her own pleasure. Although she had made him cum little more than 15 minutes before, it felt as if he hadn’t released in months and he found himself frozen by the pleasurable throbbing in his shaft as the last of his essence burned within her. 

When the climax subsided, the afterglow set in and as his golden aura subsided and he turned back to normal, Gohan collapsed on top of the still trembling Videl. Fearing he might crush her however, he rolled over quickly to lie beside her on the bed. 

A little dazed from the ordeal, it took him a moment to realise Videl was sleeping peacefully, her small form curling up next to him as she snuggled up into the crook of his shoulder. Worried she might get cold, he used his free hand to draw the sheets up and cover them both. He was tired from the night’s ordeal but he fought sleep long enough to look down and watch her sleep for a few moments more. This soft, gentle creature had put him through hell these past few months, had made him suffer the worst tortures any man, Saiyan or not, could endure. Yet despite it all, he knew he could never love her more than he did at that moment. She was his all and his life, he would forsake the whole world just to keep her safe and nothing she did could ever change that.

“I love you Videl Satan.” He whispered quietly, careful not to wake her as he leant down and placed a soft kiss on her temple before snuggling in next to her and drifting into his own easy sleep.

The End

AN: Well I hope you all enjoyed this and I look forward to hearing your thoughts, so I guess there is nothing left to say but Please review.
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