Chapter 1: Day 1 - Goddess of the smut
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The smell of wood hung thick in the air, together with the smell of smoke from the fireplaces on each side of the room. Bread was in the ovens in the kitchen, and the innkeeper’s wife kept filling up the cups of thirsty men with beer. There were a couple of long wooden tables, a couple of small ones. The candlelight made the atmosphere dark, full of secrets. People were laughing out loud, talking, and the band was playing a happy tune you were dancing to. Dancing in between the tables, singing songs of old, making the patrons sing along, so they would feel happy enough to give you their hard earned coins freely.
Three men entered the room. Two of them were quite tall, one with a long mane of black hair, the other one bald, with a goatee. They were followed by a smaller one. What he lacked in height, he made up for in posture. The energy he exuded was that of Royalty.
They must be the men the tyrant Frieza had ordered to come to this town, to defeat the dragon that had come to steal all the gold and coins from the good people living in this area. To your surprise, none of them wore the soldier armour you had seen other soldiers of the Frieza Force wear. Then again, nothing Frieza ever did, had made sense to you.
‘These men will never be able to kill the dragon,’ you thought, ‘violence never works against dragons, especially not the males.’ That’s why you were tired tonight; you had spent most of the day in the dragon’s lair, in the mountains along the road leading out of town. You had brought him food, on this first day, knowing it would take you three days and three offerings to appease him and make him respect you enough to listen to you.
The town the dragon decided to plunder, was full of prejudiced people. You understood they didn’t know any better, not being allowed a good education out of fear they might become rebellious against their oppressor. That was the exact reason you had chosen to go up against the dragon. It was an act of rebellion against Frieza.
You had witnessed multiple bright and wise women get hanged at the hanging tree. A beautiful big oak tree, that stood on the side of the town’s square. Usually the hanging was for women who worked with the simple arts and crafts of healing; using nature in tinctures, ointments and brews they would sell to the town’s people who had relatives that had fallen ill.
For women working with spirits, life energy and the forces of the universe another faith awaited. That of being burned at the stake. It was intended as a preview of hell. It was misogynistic bullshit as the male soldiers of the tyrant were allowed to work with life energy. You had seen it on multiple occassions. Men destroying towns with a single ki-blast. It was disgusting.
The three men sat down at a table in a corner, the short man putting his booted feet up on the small wooden table. The bald one with the goatee ordered drinks and food for them, as the tall one with long black hair looked around the room, as if scanning it for threats.
His eyes widened as they landed on your form. You knew you looked good, you put a lot of effort into it. Apart from your natural beauty, you kept up a strict routine, as your appearance was your livelihood.
“Prince Vegeta!” you heard him whisper, as the short man shut him up with one look.
“Don’t call me that, you oaf,” the prince said, “no one is supposed to know who we are here. Remember what Lord Frieza said: ‘a quick job, in and out, without anyone realizing who you are.’”
“I’m sorry,” the black-haired oaf apologized to his apparent superior, “but look at the girl dancing over there. I thought she might be just your type.”
Prince Vegeta looked at you, his eyes wandering from your face, to your breasts, to your hips and then your legs. You turned his way to give him a good look, knowing that if he’d be pleased with what he saw, you might earn more coins. As a prince he must have a nice amount of coins to spend on the likes of you, and you could always use more to buy beauty products and fine clothes, to draw in even more customers.
“Yes,” the prince said, “she is a wonderful creature to behold. Get to know more about her after dinner and report back to me. Just don’t put your filthy third-class paws on her.” His look was one that could have killed his companion within an instant, should the prince possess such power.
You turned around and put on a big smile, continuing to entertain the uneducated peasants sitting around you, cheering and singing. Thanking the gods of the universe for your talent in hearing, a talent making you able to zone out unimportant chatter and overhear conversations that could help you further in life.
From a young age you had been trained as a witch, by the priestess of your mother’s coven. According to her, you had special abilities, so the elder had persuaded your mother to leave you in her care. As she had told your mother: “You will be able to see your daughter on every coven occassion.”
“Excuse me, woman,” you heard a low, rough voice say behind you a little while later. Turning around in between the tables filled with men and women who were slowly getting drunk, you saw that the tall dark-haired oaf had approached you.
“Is there a place we can talk in private?” he asked you, standing tall and proud, in no way appearing like an oaf or a third-class being.
“Of course,” you replied, “just a second, please.”
You turned around to the bard who was leading the band on his lute, putting up your right hand. As soon as he saw you, you put up your index-finger; the sign you would make indicating you were taking a break.
The bard was a tall, slim man, with a boyish face, big bright blue eyes and long locks of dark brown hair. A brilliant luteplayer and singer, whom guided and joined you in singing many a song. Not just here on the tavern floor, no. He would do so in the intimacy of the large room you were able to rent in this tavern with your earnings. However great his love was for people of all walks of life, somehow he would always end up at your door after your last visitor had left for the night.
He nodded at you, clearly taking in the dark-haired man standing next to you. He’d always remember the guys that went with you, just in case they came back and you wouldn’t. There had been one occassion that had always stayed in his mind whenever he saw you leave with a man. One night a man you had left with, came back without you. The bard had gone to find you in the room you would use to entertain your visitors, all beat up, bloodied and unconscious. He had nursed you back to health and that is when your, well, he still didn’t know what to call it, had started.
You turned back to the stranger and led him up the hardwood stairs, with branches for stair railing, towards a dark hallway lit by candlesticks hanging on the wall every couple of feet. You opened the door, revealing the room behind it. A big wooden bed with white sown sheets and white feather pillows stood in the middle of the room in between two small, dark nightstands. A vanity adorned the wall on the right side of the bed holding a lavatory set and towels. A full length mirror stood on the wall at the foot of the bed. On the left side of the bed stood a sizeable table, with a large vase of flowers on it. At the head of the bed there was a window, facing the town square outside.
It had happened on more than one occassion that people would stand there, watching you entertain your visitors. You had never minded that and always put on a show for the spectors on the square; you knew it brought in more coins, as the people watching couldn’t wait to spend time with you as well.
“Speak,” you invited the stranger to state his affairs.
“The captain of our group would like to know more about you,” he stated curtly.
“Then why didn’t your prince come and talk to me himself?” you asked him, raising one of your eyebrows, “Being alone with someone always tells you a lot about them.”
You took a step toward the man, and you didn’t know if it was because you wanted to get to work, or because he was actually attractive.
He did look gorgeous; tall, beautiful long black hair that reached down to his calves, proud eyes, a slightly upturned nose, which was cute but still fitted his proud demeanor. His smile felt villainous, yet it drew you in, turned you on. His arms were as thick as wood logs and his thighs even bigger than that. As you started to salivate, you realized you were attracted to him, thinking about how badly you wanted him, even if he would never pay you for your services.
You stood up a little straighter, pointing your breasts forward. You saw the man’s eyes darting towards your chest and you felt your nipples go hard under his gaze. He saw them through your dress and he swallowed loudly. At that moment you knew you had him, you knew you could make him do anything you wanted to. But being totally fair and honest, he could make you do anything as well…
The man’s confused look, as you said the word prince, quickly dissapeared from his face as he let his eyes roam over your body.
“He always sends me as a scout,” the man admitted, “but I don’t mind, sometimes I get to sample the merchandise.” He smiled a sly smile.
“I see,” you replied, “well, a sample is always possible, but in this establishment we do ask that you pay a small amount for said sample.”
“What is the price?” the man asked you.
“That you state your name and business,” you answered him.
“My name is Raditz, my business I cannot state,” he replied.
“Too bad,” you said to him, “I’m afraid there will be no sample for you today.”
You started walking towards the door. Raditz grabbed a hold of your wrist.
“Please, let go of me,” you told him firmly, looking him in the eyes.
He looked back at you in shock. A force of power came over him and there was nothing else he could do but let you go.
“Who are you?” he asked you, fear visible on his face. He had never met someone whom could make him do anything, unless they were stronger than him and actually touching him. This kind of power was not something he was familiar with.
“State your business, and I will state mine,” you replied, power reverberating in your voice.
“We-… we’ve come to slay the dragon by orders of Lord Frieza,” Raditz stammered, but trying to regain his confidence.
“Figures,” you simply replied, “all you have to know about me is that I’m the town’s entertainer. Entertainer in every sense of the word. Whatever entertains people, I will do. Either with them or to them.”
You winked at him.
“So, now that you’ve paid me, how may I be of service to you?” you asked him.
“Oh, right…” he said, being caught off guard, “what does my payment cover?”
“Well, as you were honest and truthfull just now, and I’m feeling quite generous tonight, anything you’d like.”
You smiled at him, as you took a step towards him.
“But if nothing comes to mind, I can think of a thing or two to do,” you added.
He looked at you with open mouth.
“You are quite something, aren’t you?” he asked.
“Oh, my love, you can’t even begin to imagine,” you told him seductively.
“Well, it might sound weird,” he said, “for a guy who is allowed to do anything...”
“Probably nothing these walls haven’t seen before,” you said, hand waving at the walls made out of wooden panneling.
“I want to please you,” he replied.
“If it pleases you,” you said, “go for it.”
“No,” he said, stepping closer to you, “not like other guys. I want to know what you like, I want to actually please you.”
He moved even closer to you, almost touching you, as he put his lips to your ear.
“As a man from a proud extraterrestrial warrior race, the Saiyans, my stamina is not to be compared with that of mere Earthlings. I want to please you and then make a mess of you. I want to know what you look like, when you can’t take anymore, but I make you take more.”
“That sounds exciting, I can’t wait,” you breathed in his ear.
He brushed his lips along yours, agonizingly slow. He smiled against your lips, before softly pressing them to yours in a more than chaste kiss. The gesture was so simple, so small, yet it made you ache with want for him.
This man was dangerous, you realized, he knew exactly what he was doing.
His lips brushed over your cheek, up towards your ear, then down to your neck. His right hand trailed up your leftarm, barely touching it with his fingertips, giving you goosebumps. His fingers ghosted over your cleavage, which bared a part of your chest to him.
Your breath hitched as he lay his fingers on the naked part of your chest, slowly trailing down, then went on over your clothes, down, down, over your abdomen, further down, where he stopped, just below your belly button.
“Please,” you breathed.
He put his lips on yours, his tongue licking your lips, just barely grazing them, and you opened your mouth for him. His tongue slowly and softly started exploring your mouth, your tongue. You moved your tongue with his, joining in his exploration.
Your hands moved to his hair, softly stroking it, taking it in your hands, following it’s structure, it’s length. It was so long, going all the way down to his calves. You let strands of it glide through your fingers, it felt so smooth.
You startled at the sense of something soft and hairy, moving on it’s own along your rightarm. You looked down and saw a tail.
“A tail?” you said, your voice laced with astonishment.
“Yes, Saiyans have tails,” Raditz replied proudly, “it gives us the power to turn into Oozaru, or the Great Ape as we call it.”
“How?” you asked stunned by his explanation.
“We need the moonlight of a full moon for it,” he said.
You looked at him, a smile appearing on your face. As a witch you knew all about the power of the Moon. She was your guide in life, every phase making you focus on a different part of your life.
“That makes sense,” you said.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because the Moon on Earth is an all powerful entity. So it makes sense that other moons might have the same effect on other planets,” you stated.
“Good to know the Moon on Earth is so powerful,” Raditz said, “that might come in useful some day. Now, where was I?”
You moved towards him, putting your hands on his chest, pushing him back towards the bed. He fell backwards on it and you straddled his thick thighs, your hands on his chest, as you bent down to kiss him softly, slowly.
Raditz moaned into your mouth, and you smiled against his lips, enjoying the effect you had on him. His tail wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You stroked it with your fingers. The fur was even softer than his long black hair.
Your hands travelled under Raditz’ dark blue tunic. However much they had tried to blend into the town’s people, the color they used for their clothes, still made them stand out. Everyone in town wore either a shade of brown or gray. Except for the bard and other band members. As they had travelled other places, their clothes consisted of fancy dress, shirts with lace, trousers and vests in bright colors.
You undressed Raditz, having him lay naked underneath you. It fuelled your sense of confidence and power. He looked at you.
“That’s not fair,” he said.
“What do you mean?” you raised one eyebrow at him.
“I’m naked, and you are not. I’d love to know what you hide underneath that dress…” Raditz replied with a sly smile.
“Do you care about fair?” you asked him.
“Fair point,” he said, grabbing you and laying you down on the bed, “but I still want to see you naked.”
He put his lips on your chest and started undoing the buttons on the front of your light brown dress. His lips travelled lower and lower down your body as he opened button after button on your dress.
“You look beautiful,” his voice sounded as if he was in a trance. You knew you had this effect on men. But having this effect on this particular man made you shiver.
There was a lot to this man, not just his gorgeous appearance, not just his strength and power. There was more; like a desperation you felt underneath the surface of him. He didn’t just want you, he needed you.
He put his lips on your clit and trailed soft kisses down your cunt.
“You’re so wet for me,” he said.
You couldn’t help it, you’d always feel wet having sex. You were lucky, otherwise it would make your job a lot harder to do. But this Saiyan made you wetter than you had ever been before. Even wetter than you had been with the bard, who’d always take his time with you.
Raditz put his tongue inside your cunt and then slowly dragged it out again, making you moan.
He did it again, this time his nose touched your clit. You moaned louder and arched your back, letting Raditz know exactly what he needed to do. He repeatedly put his tongue in your now more than aching hole, his nose softly touching and stroking your clit. His fingertips traced your legs, hips, sides, barely touching the skin, driving you mad. You craved his touch. It almost pained you to realize that you needed this man as much as he needed you.
“Please,” you moaned, grabbing a hold of his hands and putting them on your breasts. He obligingly started to massage them, squeeze them, his fingertips moving to pinch your nipples.
You moaned loudly, saying his name, as your view turned to white when you felt your climax wash over you violently. Raditz let you ride out your orgasm before he came up again, looking at you with a wicked smile.
“I’m only just beginning,” he said.
You smiled back at him, smugly, saying: “You better be.”
Raditz made you stand up from the bed and pushed you towards the table on the leftside of the bed, with the flowers on it. He pushed the vase aside, turned you around so your back was to him. With his hand on your head, he pushed you to lie on the table with your upper body and right cheek. Your nipples hardened as they touched the cold surface of the table, and your breath hitched as you felt him lining himself up with your now exposed pussy.
“You want this?” Raditz asked you and you wondered why he would ever ask you for your consent. Not a lot of guys did, especially not after they had paid you.
“Yes, please, please,” you begged him, “I need you.”
Not wasting any more time, Raditz pushed himself into you slowly, so you could ajust to his size. He buried himself to the hilt inside of you, his hands holding on to your hips as he started moving his large cock in and out of you, at an agonizingly slow pace.
He groaned loudly as you clenched around him, making him speed up his movements.
“You feel so good, you’re so beautiful,” you heard him moan behind you, as you felt him chasing his high.
“I need to feel you cum inside of me,” you coaxed him, “I need it, Raditz.”
He fucked you faster and harder, moaning loudly everytime he put his dick deeply inside of you. Before long you felt him shoot his cum inside of you as he bent over you and groaned in your ear.
He pulled out of you and stood up straight again. You turned around and made him sit on the bed, as you straddled him, grabbing his still hard dick, and sliding down on it.
Something in the corner of your eye grabbed your attention and you looked out of the window behind the bed.
“What are you looking at?” Raditz asked, following your gaze.
“The town’s people,” you said, “they’re a nosy bunch. Kind, rich, but not that smart. Big time voyeurs, getting off on watching me please other men. I usually put on a show, when I see them standing there. It’s good fo business.”
You winked at Raditz, whom in turn laughed, loudly and boisterously at your honesty.
“I never thought I would ever meet an entertainer with the amount of confidence and feistiness you have,” he said, still smiling, “it’s intoxicating and refreshing.”
You pressed his head between your boobs and he moaned, his hands trailing your body, while you started moving up and down on his cock. Your hands roamed through his long, black hair and his tail wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him.
You turned your face, to look at a couple of town’s people, who were still standing in the town’s square watching you.
Raditz kissed your breasts, and you threw your head back in ecstasy. His teeth softly grazed your nipples, before he bit down on one of them hard, making you hiss at the sting of it. He licked the sore spot, and you moaned at the sensation.
“You’re a dangerous man,” you said to him.
“I know,” he replied, “but you are a dangerous woman. I know you are more than just an entertainer, but I don’t care about that.”
“Why don’t you care?” you asked him, still moving up and down on his stiff cock.
“I just want you,” he said.
At that moment you knew. You knew you had him, he would do whatever you wanted. It might come in handy in the upcoming days, as his fellow soldiers seemed more menacing than him. You fucked him harder, kissed him passionately, and he groaned as he came inside of you. You felt him fill you up with his warm seed and you came undone as he did, moaning and panting at the sensation of simultaneously climaxing wit him.
He picked you up and put you on hands and knees. You could see out of the window.
“They can all see what I’m doing to you now,” Raditz said.
“You like that, don’t you?” you asked him.
“I want them to know they’ll never be able to live up to me,” he said.
“Show them,” you egged him on.
He pushed himself deeply into you, and you felt the tip of his cock touch your womb. You moaned his name, showing Raditz how much you liked him as well. It confused you, you could always manage to keep your distance from all the guys you fucked for a living. But something about Raditz felt familiar.
“In another life, I could have loved you,” he said, while fucking into you hard, putting one hand on your clit, rubbing it, trying to get you to reach another orgasm.
“I know,” you told him, “I might have loved you too.”
He pulled out of you, his tail grabbing your waist and turning you over, laying you down on the bed on your back.
“I need to look at you,” he said, with a look of desperation in his eyes.
He kissed you, pushing into you again, fucking you intensely. He started rubbing your clit again and you were at a loss for words.
All you could do was moan, and mumble small words, not forming full sentences.
“Please… Raditz… I need… I need… Yes… You… You…”
Raditz’ sounds grew animalistic as he fucked you harder. You felt your climax coming close.
“I’m… cumming…” you panted.
“Yes, cum for me, you’re so beautiful, I need to see you cum around my dick,” Raditz said, “I’ll fill you up with my seed, if you cum for me.”
At that you shouted loudly as you came undone. Raditz felt you covering his dick with your own slick. It felt intense and it made him cum.
He groaned loudly into your mouth, as you kissed him, while the both of you were riding out your orgasms. It was like nothing you had ever experienced before.
You were still panting hard, when Raditz pulled out of you.
“Thank you for that,” he said, walking over to the lavatory set to clean himself up, before returning to his fellows soldiers.
“Can you not tell my companions this happened?” he asked you and you knew his question came from the warning his prince gave him earlier that evening.
“My lips are sealed,” you promised him.
He kissed you one last time, before he left the room.
Raditz walked past the bard in the hallway, who went towards the room Raditz just came out of.
Inside of Raditz, a beast stirred. A beast called jealousy. He felt a pang of fear, as he didn’t know yet, just what exactly this beast would be capable of…
Chapter 2: Day 2 - Daughter of the witch
Summary:
In a rich medieval town, occupied by the brutal extraterrestrial tyrant Frieza, a dragon decided to visit and steal all the gold and coins of the people who lived there. Frieza sends in a squad of three soldiers to deal with the dragon, not knowing that you, a witch, were already taking care of said dragon. The soldiers soon find out there is more to you than just being a woman there to entertain the people and rid them of their coins.
Two of the three soldiers fall for your charm, but not knowing what to do about your powers after having experienced them, they decide to take you to their leader, shackled in chains. How will this end for you?
Notes:
Welcome, my dearest guys, gals and everyone in between, above and beyond, to the Nappa chapter…
I went outside of my comfort zone with this one, but I think that’s what makes it so exciting to write. You can go places you normally wouldn’t go and explore more of life that way. Still staying within the safety of your own writing space.
I don’t know, maybe we all work throught stuff in our writing. The gods know I do…
I hope that even though this is quite a rare pairing, you will still feel enticed by it.Let me know what you think!
The whole story is inspired by the song 'Burn your village' by Kiki Rockwell. Spotify link posted below.
And once again: Bananabluish, thank you for your help and motivation to step outside of my comfort zone!Love,
Ostara
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You woke up the next day, in your own room. Your personal room was simpler than the room you used for your work, but larger.
The walls were of wooden panneling, a couple of small cabinets stood around the room against the walls; one with a lavatory set, another one with tinctures and ointments for your beauty routine. There was a small table with a witches’ altar that you used for your practice.
The large bed with simple white sheets and dark brown blankets you had woken up in stood in the middle of the room. The dark grey curtains in front of your windows were still closed, the morning light cautiously peeped through the sides of them announcing the arrival of a new day.
Next to you there was an indent of where the bard had slept, but he had already left. As if pretending there was nothing going on between the two of you actually meant there was nothing going on. But the both of you knew there was. You couldn’t grasp why you couldn’t just commit to each other.
The thought quickly escaped your mind as it had wandered back to the three unkown men that had come in to town yesterday. Although… Raditz was no longer unknown to you. He had shown you a more than good time yesterday.
He was right, his Saiyan stamina was nothing compared to that of any Earthling you had ever bedded. Your thoughts went to the dark haired ever scowling prince. He looked even more menacing than the bald Saiyan with the goatee, but that only intrigued you more.
You had fucked a lot of rich men, but you knew that was nothing compared to Royalty. You had been invited by a prince once, a human one, traveling through town, when one of his subordinates had seen you in the tavern and told his master about you. That prince had loved the time he spent with you and had almost fallen in love with you. You knew he would have, if he could have stayed, but his duties led him elsewhere the next day. It had made you realize your strength; you truly liked fucking.
Most women who had this for a job, did it out of dire need. You worked this job, because you actually enjoyed it. Your clients felt that, and it would always result in better, more enjoyable sex for them. That’s why you were so well off right now. You deserved every coin you got, fair and square. You delivered high quality sex.
You got up, got dressed, and did some protection spells at your altar. You had to get back to the dragon. Today was the second day of your offerings to appease him and get him under your control. You would need the dragon for your plan, there was no other way to go about it, your coven priestess had made that quite clear to you. And you were more than done with women and witches being hanged or burned in this town for their crafts and powers.
After a quick breakfast and packing everything you’d need, you got on to the road out of town, leading to the dragon’s lair.
It was an hour walk, starting on an open field outside of town. The field was filled with wild flowers, containing yellow, purple, red and even blue colours. Young girls and women always came here to pick flowers to decorate their homes with.
At the end of the field lay the lush green forest, the smell of damp earth and green leaves being warmed by the summer sun flowing through the blue sky and into everyone’s noses, made all the people in it’s vicinity smile and feel a little bit mischievous in the summer heat.
The path was a clear one, leading to multiple towns ahead. There was a turn to be taken after half an hour, leading into the mountains when followed for another half an hour. It was there, in one of the first openings, leading into a cave in the mountain, the dragon resided in a cavern.
The town’s people were scared that he was so close, but you knew the dragon was there because he needed to be close to be able to steal the gold and coins from the town's people. He’d come down at night, when everyone was asleep, having his magic bring him his loot.
You entered the cave, whispering a spell that silenced your footsteps. The coolness of the cave gave you goosebumps, which was a welcome change from the summer heat outside. You marveled at the many colours of the cave walls around you. White, grey, and you even noticed specks of pink and blue in the stones. Slowly you walked into the cavern, where you saw the dragon lying on the banks of the lake inside the mountain.
He was such a magnificent creature to behold. Scales the colour of dark green and gold, talons of pure gold, teeth dark as night. Though he was asleep right now, you knew his eyes were like embers, dark but emitting a red glow. Golden spikes stuck out of his head, leading all the way down to the tip of his tail, which was pointed like an arrow. He lay around the lake, his nose touching the tip of his tail as he stretched all around the lake with the enormous length of his body, especially his neck and tail. This creature was lethal to anyone getting too close to him.
Yesterday you had managed to get the best meat from the butcher’s, and with your spell to silence your movements, you had managed to get the meat close enough to present it to him with the simple ritual your coven priestess had taught you.
The meat had to be on a large golden plate, that you had to present to the dragon, laying down on your knees, arms stretched out in front of you in a position of submission. It was all about respect.
Today you had brought a large purse with you, made of dark green silk, adorned with golden pins, giving it a luxurious look. You had it made especially for the dragon, using his own colours, you knew he’d be able to appreciate it. You walked towards the dragon, opened the purse and set it down in front of him, laying down in the same position as the day before, saying: “Oh mighty dragon, lord of all creatures, today I bring you my second gift, to acknowledge your strength and power and to worship it. Gold and jewels, the best my town has to offer, just like your lordship deserves.”
The dragon opened his eyes and looked at your form, then taking in the gold and jewels you had brought with you in the purse.
“You are kind,” the dragon told you. It sounded as if he was smiling, but you couldn’t make out if he was. His face didn’t work that way, it always had the same haughty expression. After all he knew how magnificent he was.
“You deserve it, your lordship,” you said in quiet reverence.
“You’ll be coming back tomorrow then, I presume?” the dragon continued.
“Of course, your lordship. Three days, three offerings, as is the way,” you stated.
“It is,” the dragon replied, “I assume you have already thought of your requests? As your offerings are pleasing to me.”
“I have, your lordship,” you said a firm demeanor.
“Better bring me a grand offering tomorrow, it would be a waste to not get your requests granted,” the dragon sighed, “so many people end up burned after their horrible final offering. It’s become such a bore.”
“Don’t worry, your lordship,” you said with a sly smile and a glint in your eye, “I have the most wonderful offering planned for tomorrow.”
The dragon looked at your smile and nodded.
“I see, I would almost say that I can hardly wait, but as a being of almost a thousand years old, that wouldn’t befit me. Now, off with you, I’m tired,” the dragon shooed you away.
You stood up and bowed to the dragon once more, before walking backwards to the exit of the cavern. It was hard to do as the rocks on the ground were uneven and you walked slowly so you wouldn’t trip.
All of a sudden, you heard movement behind you and you slipped into a crack in the cave wall to hide.
“This is ridiculous, why do we have to slay a simple creature like a dragon?” you heard Raditz’s voice complaining.
“Hush, with your whining the dragon will hear us and we won’t have the advantage of surprise anymore,” you knew this was the voice of the tall bald guy with the goatee.
“Shut up! The both of you will be the death of me,” the prince whispered in clear annoyance.
You had to stifle your laughter, knowing the dragon had already heard them. Especially Raditz’ disrespect towards him. This could cost them their lives immediately, although this particular dragon seemed more eager to play. For your plan to ultimately succeed you would need the Saiyans. So you once again uttered a spell. This time one towards the dragon, calming his demeanor so he would, hopefully, let the Saiyans live long enough for you to use them for your scheme. Silently you walked out of the cave, leaving the Saiyans behind.
You smiled in wonder at the beautiful woods around you. It finally felt like all your hard work was getting you somewhere. The years of working your job, setting aside the coins you had earned, the years of training in witchcraft, learning to control your powers; it would all turn out to be for this marvelous reason you had never anticipated. Your heart leaped as you walked back to town, back to your room, where you would prepare for your next client, although you weren’t sure, whether he knew about your meeting yet…
After dinner you walked out into the tavern, hair down, so it could twirl around you during your dancing, while wearing the red dress, that clung to your forms perfectly. Looking around the room, you saw your client for the night.
You had already told the bard before dinner that you would be gone for a while during the evening.
“Why are you doing this?” he asked you softly.
“Freedom,” you had replied, “freedom for the people to be who they want to be and not have to hide and dumb themselves down because of the fear of one horrible tyrant.”
He had smiled at you and nodded understandingly, softly brushing your hand with his.
“Just let me know if you need anything,” he told you, before you turned around and walked away.
You next client stared into his cup filled with ale, wearing a dark frown on his face, yet not as fierce as the frown of the prince sitting next to him. The three Saiyans looked weary, tired. The dragon had kept them alive, but had surely given them a run for their money.
Raditz was already looking at you, but you ignored him. Tonight you needed more information than he had given you last night, more influence over their small group than Raditz had. You sensed that the bald man with the goatee had way more influence over the prince, it felt like he was higher up in ranks than Raditz. You uttered a spell under your breath, making your client look at you.
Your eyes met and you saw his were wide with surprise. As if he didn’t know why his gaze was locked onto you. Your eyes went to the door of the tavern, as if to tell him to follow you outside, when you started walking towards the door, making sure the other two Saiyans didn’t see what was happening between you and their companion.
The bald man followed you, obligingly, yet still not knowing why he did this. Yes, he thought you were a beautiful creature, but he knew the prince would not be happy if he acted on his lustful feelings towards you. The prince could be quite jealous and usually didn’t want to touch his subordinates’ leftovers.
You walked into the alleyway next to the tavern and the man followed you.
“What do you think you’re playing at?” the tall bald person said, with menace in his voice, grabbing a hold of your arm, holding it behind your back and pinning you face-first into the wall of the tavern you called your home.
“You tell me, because I have no idea what you mean,” you replied, feeling a surge of excitement in your belly at his rough demeanor.
You had always felt this way with older men, blaming it on not having a father or a father figure in your life.
Your mother had wanted a child and she was in love with your father. He was a human soldier in the Frieza Force, which was rare, most of the soldiers were extraterrestrial. He had been in love with your mother and had wanted to run away with her. Something she could never do. She would never have left her coven. So eventually he had left with his squad again, leaving your mother behind. He never even knew about the growing life inside of her belly, he never knew about you.
“I can sense your power, but I also see it is not physical,” he said, twisting your arm even further, “what are you?”
“Be very careful now,” you warned him, “you wouldn’t want to get yourself hurt now, do you?”
You looked around at him seductively. His rough demeanor had made you wet already. There was nothing more you wantend than him fucking you as rough as he was treating you right now.
Yet, you still whispered a spell, to loosen his hold on you. Another spell, to make him tell the truth, followed. You felt his grip let up as you asked him: “What are your name and rank?”
“My name is Nappa, I’m a general to Vegeta, the prince of our Saiyan race, enslaved now by the tyrant Frieza, serving in the Frieza Force,” he replied.
You saw a mix of surprise and anger on his face as he told you the truth.
“What is your purpose here?” you continued.
“Lord Frieza ordered us to slay the dragon, but to be quiet about it, no one is supposed to know who we are,” he spat at you turning red in the face with his growing anger, “what is your power?”
“Nothing you have to worry about, dear general,” you said.
“You must be some kind of witch,” he said, “your powers are unlike anything I’ve ever seen.”
“And you are almost too smart to be an enslaved general in the Frieza Force,” you winked at him, “I might actually like that.”
You smiled mischievously at him. His eyes darkened.
“Insolent witch,” he said to you, “I’ll show you what happens if you disrespect a Saiyan general.”
“Please do,” you told him.
The torches pinned up to the houses scattered around town flickered causing shadows to dance all around you on the walls of the small alleyway. The sounds of the people inside the tavern softly trickled through the walls, making you feel surrounded by people, yet you knew you were alone. There was no one here. No one saw what the tall man was doing to you, or what he was going to do to you. You didn’t know whether to be scared or aroused.
You decided that you could choose your own emotions and you chose arousal, making the darkness and secretiveness of the alleyway so much more enticing.
Nappa noticed your change in demeanor and one of his hands moved around your neck, where it closed, leaving you just enough room to breathe. His other hand let go of your arm and was moving the skirt of your red dress up, so your ass was bared before him. The wind blew and you hissed at the sensation of it on your wet, bare cunt.
You knew that no matter what happened now, nobody could hear you or even see you. You could barely make out the people walking around town at the end of the alleyway, but standing under near darkness, you knew they would never see you even if they tried to look down the alley.
Nappa pressed up to you, pinning your body closer to the wooden walls of the tavern.
“Tell me to leave,” Nappa growled into your ear, “tell me to stop, tell me to not do this.”
“Never,” you said, barely above a whisper.
His hand moved from you throat to your hair, as he yanked your head to the side, exposing the smooth line of your neck to him. His lips brushed your neck, feeling your heartbeat pulsing underneath your skin with want. He dragged his teeth along the flesh and bit down hard, making you gasp.
Your composure left you, as you felt yourself pushing your bare ass against his dick, which in turn started twitching at the close proximity of your warm, wet cunt.
His tail grabbed you, making you turn around before he pushed two of his big fingers deep inside of you, his thumb tracing your clit.
You gasped and looked at him.
He smiled devilishly.
“See,” he whispered in your ear, “now I’m in control.”
“You get off on that, don’t you,” you panted, as you clenched your cunt hard around his fingers, which were making filthy and agonizingly lecherous movements inside of you, “it has been a while, hasn’t it? Since you had a woman crumble around you like this?”
“You wench, you fucking witch,” he scolded you, as he felt exposed by your words.
You smiled at him.
“You’re right,” you finally decided to level with him, “I am a fucking witch. I fuck men, all the while having the power to doom their lineage by merely looking at them. But currently I’m being fucked by you… And I’m loving it.” Your eyes showed him your want, your desperate need to be taken by him.
“It’s justice what they do to witches in this town,” he said, while his fingers fucked you deep and mercilessly, curling against the sweet spot that made you unravel so quickly, you couldn’t even give him an angry response. You were soaking wet, and Nappa felt it dripping down his wrist as you started to sob softly at the intense feeling his fingers and thumb were giving you.
Nappa moaned as he felt your heat and wetness. Your thighs started to tremble, your walls pulsing tightly around his fingers as you came undone. You felt like you were shattering, here in the darkness of the alley, all because of a man who was old enough to be your father and rude enough to be cursed into his grave.
It was weird, yet so fitting for who you were. Nothing was weird after years of being an entertainer. No, not just an entertainer. A sexworker. Or as men prefered to call you: a slut, a whore, a sinner, a bitch. They all thought they owned you, because they paid to see you naked. But you knew it actually scared them, because they knew once they had been with you, that you were the one in charge. Naked, with your purse filled with their coins. Their hard earned money. Money that made them have to explain to their wives, had dissapeared into your hands.
Nappa wasn’t done with you yet, though. He spinned you around and shoved your face into the wall again, your hands flat against it, your ass eagerly sticking out to him, legs wide open, as an invitation for him to enter you.
He watched as the slick from your cunt slowly leaked down your legs, ankles, feet, until the dry earth at your feet drank it up eagerly. A feeling of pride came over him, this was his doing after all.
He slid down the black pair of trousers he was wearing and you felt his thick, big cock grind up against your ass. He grabbed a hold of himself and pressed the head against your entrance, preparing you for the immense stretch he was going to make you feel as he would enter your cunt. He pushed himself into you; deep and hard. He knocked the breath out of you with one brutal thrust, making your body jerk forward and your palms scraping the wood of the tavern wall.
When you found your breath again, you moaned, loudly, not caring who would be able to hear it. Everyone could hear how wide you were being stretched right now, everyone was allowed to know you were being taken brutally, harshly, roughly. You enjoyed it with every fiber of your being.
Nappa, buried to the hilt, held your hips close to him with his tail. Your tightness around his dick, made his head spin. He was in awe of how well you were able to take him; every single inch of him was swallowed by your hungry cunt.
He fucked you hard, as one of his hands was around your throat again, his other making bruises on your hip as he held onto it while moving his thick cock in and out of you. The slaps of his skin on yours echoed softly through the darkness.
Your moans grew louder, but Nappa grabbed your hair and yanked your head towards the entrance of the alleyway, where you saw people passing by, some trying to look down the alley as they heard the sounds of your moans and the slapping of skin, trying to figure out if their ears were deceiving them, or if they actually did hear the sounds of someone being savagely fucked.
Your cunt started to spasm around Nappa’s dick as he pounded into you. You pushed your ass backwards into him as well, greedy for every brutal thrust he launched into you, bruising your hips with his hand and bruising your thighs with his own as he kept on fucking you at the same fast and rough pace.
When you climaxed again, your legs buckled, and your body was shaking. Nappa’s dick pulsed as he came deep inside of you. His cum spilled out of you, dripping onto your legs and forming an even larger puddle at your feet, on the earth already wet with your slick.
He set you down on hands and knees, the skirt of your red dress pulled up, so Nappa’s hands could roam your ass freely.
“Let’s see how well you can take this,” he said, as you felt him stroke your asshole with his dick.
You turned your head around to face him as you smiled, before telling him: “Nothing I haven’t done before, mister big Saiyan general. Give it all you got.”
He didn’t hesitate to penetrate your ass. It felt intense, but it had stopped being painful to you a long time ago. The initial entrance always felt a little bit shocking, but not long after he entered you it felt as if Nappa’s big dick had always belonged there.
You relaxed around his cock as he started moving in and out of you. It was always a confusing feeling to you. As if your body and mind were trying to make sense of what they were feeling. A high; an intense and enticing sensation, yet not where they expected it. Even though this was far from the first time you had done this.
Your cunt started pulsing, as if it wanted to be filled as well, your clit aching to be touched. But you needed all your strength to stay up on your hands and knees. You felt like you could keel over any minute by all the intense feelings that shot through your body.
Nappa’s tail held you up, and you were grateful for that. His hands finally found your boobs and he squeezed them hard. It was almost painful, but you sure as hell were not going to tell Nappa to stop. You doubted if that would even work. On top of that, you were enjoying it way too much.
You felt pain and pleasure signals travelling throughout your body, making you moan and buck into Nappa.
He fucked into your ass relentlessly, he even started to moan and pant at his own pace.
“You’re outdoing yourself,” you praised him.
“Shut up,” he grumbled, “you can take this far too well, you slut.”
“I told you,” you chuckled.
You heard him groan in anger as he started fucking you even harder. Your ass clenched around his dick hard, making him moan involuntarily at the sensation. It felt good to him, way too good for his own liking.
He pounded into you as hard as he could. Your view started to white out.
“I’m cumming,” you told Nappa.
He groaned as you said this, fucking you harder, chasing his own release as well.
It felt like something inside of you exploded; your orgasm was so intense. You knew people outside of the alley had to be able to hear you by now, but you didn’t care. You yelled as you climaxed, bucking into Nappa, as he fucked you hard, groaning loudly as he shot his cum deep inside of your ass.
“Don’t ever disrespect me like that ever again, you wench,” Nappa said, sliding out of you roughly, pushing you off him into the alleyway, as if he discarded of something dirty.
“No sir, noted,” you panted, standing up and straightening your dress, not being able to dry the enormous amount of wetness on your thighs, legs and feet. The combination of your own slick and his cum.
“I will tell prince Vegeta you are a witch, we’ll see what he thinks about that,” Nappa said with a hint of malevolence in his voice.
You thought of the short, but charismatic and attractive Saiyan, and even though it seemed impossible for you to get even wetter, you still felt more of your own slick sliding down your legs.
“Please, do,” you told him, with a defiant look on your face, “I wonder how good he is at fucking a woman.”
“He doesn’t fuck trash, and he doesn’t fuck leftovers,” Nappa spat at you, “especially not mine and Raditz’.”
“We’ll see about that, my dear Saiyan general,” you said, fire burning in your eyes, “before long he’ll beg for me to fuck him. Because there is one thing you seem to not understand…" You stood close to him, looking up at him as you continued in a whisper: "I am not just the vengeful daughter of the witches. No, I am also one of the goddesses of the smut.”
You turned around and walked away, leaving Nappa to look at your back, his mouth agape at your fierceness, power and resolve.
‘Shit,’ he thought, ‘I have to save prince Vegeta. This witch is way too powerful. Fucking Raditz is easy, that boy is way too horny for his own good. But making me want to fuck her… She is too strong. I need to save the prince, before she puts him under a spell as well.’
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