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| Gatz | May 11 2015, 06:49 AM Post #11 |
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Carrying Chi to the warehouse where wuss cadets got showered and dressed, he heard her talk about how she hated war. He could have crushed her hopes and dreams right there when she was talking about how she felt that at least one of them was alive because of his training. Even though she was stroking his ego by complimenting his training, she was fooling herself if she thought one of the bitch cadets survived if they were attacked by one of the Black Bow Freaks. They were dead probably rotting somewhere that nobody could find their useless carcasses. Keeping a tight hold on her, he kicked the door open and entered into the warehouse where he was picturing mating with her. His visions were devilish wanting to get her mind off of the cadets and on him. Walking in, his infrared sensors scanned the area for potential threats or fucks he could snap a neck of so he could further impress his girl of how all powerful he was. Keeping his prized possession, was the only thing he gave a deuce about when it came to actually giving a fuck about something.![]() Entering into the facility, he headed through the hanger and to the back where the locker rooms were. It was pitch black making it hard for humans to see, but he saw just fine. His infrared vision acting like night vision goggles made it easy for him to see through the dark. Keeping Chi close to his body while carrying her, he reached the back where the locker rooms where and walked into the public shower where wuss cadets got themselves cleaned of the blood they were dripping after having a training session with the android terror. He set his wife on the tile floor. "You can keep dreaming if you want. The fact is their dead Chi. There ain't no bringing them back either." Looking down at her, he scanned her body up and down taking in her curves. His arm wrapped around her body pulling her close until he crushed her tiny frame into his. Licking his lips, he lifted her skirt just to take hold of her ass. He finished one mating session and was already looking for round two. He could see the begging in her eyes not to go another round. Smirking at her devilishly, he pinned her into the wall and kissed her temple so that she was trapped. Pressing into her, he began stripping off her clothes remembering that she had nothing to wear after they were done showering. She'd complain about that shit no doubt. He growled in the mood to do what he wanted with her. Knowing how she was, he wanted to ease her mind to get her ready for another session of his dominance. He set his eyes down at her while his hand ran down to her hips. He clutched her hip to keep her still. "Stay here. I'm going to grab us towels and clothes. You should start getting undressed. Start showering too. Don't be scared either. You're safe. If I sense any fuck by you..." He snarled his warning causing the walls to echo his threat to those in the area. "They'll regret the day they came into this world. " Planting a kiss along the mark he gave her, he growled again leaving her alone in the shower. He hated leaving her alone seeing her innocent she was looking and how hungry he was to have her again. There clothes he packed away in the hanger months ago for situations like these. Having a devilish mind, he was prepared for all encounters he had with him and his girl alone. He'd sneak clothes out of her drawers and place them in random locations for when he couldn't control his urges around her. Being the ultimate beast and her being as sexy as she was, he had to be ready for anything. He was in a hurry after sniffing her in heat. Stepping into the locker room, he scanned the lockers and remembered which one it was that the extra stuff in. He grabbed the handle of the locker and tore it off like nothing. Throwing it aside, he didn't notice that there was a freak hiding in one of the metal lockers having been too scared to go training yesterday. He camped all night at the locker room awaiting until nobody was there to make his gateway. Being that there was an order for a vacation, the kid was packing his stuff up to head out for a week and gather his thoughts. The kid in the locker hid when he heard someone coming in and to his terror it was the General. "S..shit..what is he doing here?" Clutching his beating heart, the kid was a sitting duck "Got to get the fuck out of here." The kid stepped out of the locker slowly. Seeing the General with his back turned, the rookie started sneaking towards the exit. The android terror was grabbing items from inside the locker unaware that there was a bitch fuck in the mist. The terror's mind was too distracted by his girl's sweet, heated smell to care about anything else. Knowing she was waiting for him and that she was alone unprotected, he hurried the fuck up. Then he had to drop something that fell under the bench. His balls swelling and his heart pounding picturing his girl naked and waiting for him he was scrambling about. "Fuck!" He dropped a shirt and crouched down to pick up. Hearing an item fall and the General curse, the kid sprinted into the shower pressing himself into a wall. He heard the shower running. "W...w.....ho...............ah am I in ......heaven?" Thinking he got killed, the kid's eyes popped out of his skull when he saw a woman's bare ass right in front of him. The water dripping off her body was causing the boy to want to grab her. His eyes trailed down her figure like a sick puppy wishing she'd call for him. Her long locks were there itching to get grabbed. He caught sight of her face when she turned around. Having her eyes closed, she didn't see who was in there with her. His jaw dropped seeing the front side of her. Seeing her boobs and curves, he started heaving. "Lucky son of a bi..." It was the General's wife and she was looking like a damn goddess. Realizing who it was he was staring at, he covered his mouth knowing he was fucked. "C-chi........." He saw her open her eyes. Seeing her open her eyes, she was about to scream. The cadet lunged forward and covered her mouth begging her to shush with his finger on his lips. He was pleading her to be quiet. Noticing he was touching her now and how close he was, he was in deep shit knowing the rules of Final Heaven. He broke the first four in a second. The terror set the shit on the bench and unbuckled his belt and tossed his coat aside. Smirking with very bad intentions and what he was going to do to his girl , he walked into the shower seeing some fuck touch his prized possession. ![]() He had his hand on her mouth torturing the terror's mind. His blood went zero to sixty in a blink of an eye. His balls tightening losing his mind at the sight of filthy hands touching his untouchable possession who was in heat and looking scared from feeling violated by some beta male wuss who was creeping in the locker rooms. The apex predator's eyes burned red with seething wrath. His nostrils flared like a raging bull. Feeling evilness attack, he growling like a beast rumbling the ground as he did. "GET YOUR FUCKING CHUBBY FINGERS OFF OF HER! YOU'RE DEAD!" The terror lunged and grabbed the fuck by the neck before he could get away slamming him into the tile wall. The kid started crying out like a bitch and squeezing tighter the killer android kept him quiet. His ripped triceps flexing with authoritative might from the rage and hell he wanted to cause to the Earth. This was the type of shit that would drive him over the edge. Keeping a hand clutched around the sick fuck's throat and crushing him into the tile wall of the showers, he looked at his girl checking her obsessively with his eyes to make sure she was good. WC: 1,506 TWC: 5,775 Edited by Gatz, May 11 2015, 06:56 AM.
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| Bel Zephyra | May 12 2015, 05:51 AM Post #12 |
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They entered into the facility where cadets cleaned themselves after a long, hard day at training. This facility was one of the first she requested for when Gatz brought this idea of a military base to her. The reason she wanted the cadets to have a place they could relax was because she believed all of them deserved the best chance to succeed. Her slender arms wrapped around her husband's neck when she remembered how he promised her and made that promise reality. Once they were inside, she could not see a thing. Naturally, her senses searched the area for dangers. In darkness, ones senses peaked. Since she had super human senses, she could sense all the disturbances that threatened the silence. It was dark and gloomy inside the warehouse. Her husband, however, was able to maneuver by the equipment as if he could see in the dark. {I wonder how he is able to see in the dark.} She thought about questioning his ability to see in the dark. The internal senses she had were not as advanced or sophisticated. It helped her detect danger and read people, but over all it appeared her husband's was full of surprises that she had yet to discover. When there were no sounds of cadets around, it was eerily silent. She tightened her hold around her husband. Though she was not afraid of anything, she was in the mood to make an excuse as to why she wanted to be closer to him. Her ear pressed along Gatz's chest. She heard his heart beat rhythmically. "You can keep dreaming if you want. The fact is their dead Chi. There ain't no bringing them back either." The thought of what Gatz said lingered in her mind. What he said made sense because of how long the cadets in the West were gone. Nevertheless, she believed in her feelings. Her feelings were what guided her through life. She acted on impulse rather than logical thinking. There were moments in her life where she acted on her gut, and it got her in trouble. Her gut, while wrong at times, was how she lived her life. When she saw anything she did not like, she spoke on its behalf. For instance, when she first had Gohan, she lunged at any of the muscle bound bums that Goku hung around her son. They were heroes, yet that did not necessarily mean they were the best influences for her son. Internally, she did not agree with Gatz's statement, therefore, she refrained from saying another word about it. She used her reasoning to avoid conflict. They would find out soon enough who was right and who was wrong. She understood her husband's lack of faith in people overall. The raven haired beauty, while having a pure heart, did not have the same opinions as her ex husband. He saw the good in people. She was able to distinguish the difference between a good person and a bad person. There was another aspect about her too that made her different than her ex husband and her current husband. She rarely worried about her surroundings. Throughout her life, she was oblivious to what went on around the world. This continued to hold true. She wanted to rid the world of the nasty delinquent organizations that plagued it, but her concern for the overall population was not as persistent as her ex husband or her current husband. Her ex husband wanted to save them all while her current husband wanted to make them better. She worried about people, yet her family came first as it always had since she was a little girl. She protected her father from the King's Guard that threatened to end his life years prior to Sol's existence within the organization. There was nothing more important to her than family. Effortlessly, Gatz walked towards the back of the warehouse were the locker rooms and showers were. This was not the first time that she visited the public shower. At first, it bothered her that the showers were open and not because she had to be the one to wash herself in them although she had due to her husband's need for them to be tested. Her cheeks turned a light pink at the thought of them alone and in the openness of the shower. Upon thinking about her the last time they were alone and together in the open shower, he placed her onto the cold tiled floor. He wasted no time in divulging into the true reason he wanted to be alone with her in the shower. He pressed her into the wall with his muscular build. She back pedaled two steps until she had no where else to her. Her back touched the coldness of the wall. Affectionately, she rest her hands against his hardened abdomen with a slight timidness due to the area they were in. They were in a public warehouse where anyone could walk in. Her heart raced with the thought that a cadet could see her undressed. It was at that instant she remembered they had no clothes or towels to change into. Before he even thought about showering alone with her, she brought it up. Her gentle eyes glanced up at her husband while her arms pushed into his solid chest to gain separation and remind him where they were. It was not like he'd care though since he was obviously not concerned about it. "Gatz, stop. There could be someone in here. It could be embarrassing if one of the cadets saw us together, undressed, and in the shower. I don't know if I could go through with that. We don't have any clothes to change into either. I won't shower unless I have the proper attire buster." She told him her worries. Though it appeared to be empty in the warehouse because the cadets were given the day off, there was always a possibility. ![]() "Stay here. I'm going to grab us towels and clothes. You should start getting undressed. Start showering too. Don't be scared either. You're safe. If I sense any fuck by you..." Gatz's protective nature caused her heart to warm especially when he agreed to her terms and reassured her that there was no one. She shook her head and smiled when he left to find them clothing. Upon his exit, she trusted in his words and undressed herself. She tossed her gray skirt, black blazer, and under garments to the side. Shyly, she covered her body with her arms because she disliked the sensation of exposure. Her hands gripped one of the shower knobs. Then, with a slight twist, she turned on the water. Her teeth chattered at first because the water was cold. However, after a couple of seconds, it became steamy warm. She was reminding why she enjoyed the shower the first time. It was rather pleasant despite how open it was. The steam filled the room which fogged the area. She closed her eyes and let the running water drip onto her face. The droplets of water massaged and dripped along the lines of her body. With Gatz nearby, she felt rather safe and secured. "That Gatz." She sighed dearly to herself. Her eyes closed and with a sweetness she hummed a tune that seemed to sound better with the running water. Since her back was turned and she was enjoying the relaxing water, she did not see the frightened boy who scurried in along with her. He had his sights on her bareness. She swayed two and fro to her own tune while her hands freely washed the dirtiness off her body as well as hair. Her fingers untangled her long wet-stricken locks. When she thought she heard her husband, she turned around. ![]() "Honey the water feels heavenly! You should join me! Hello?...Gatz is that you?" Her voice called out to him with amiable yearning. She opened her eyes to see if he was inside with her. It was then she saw a pair of eyes on her. She covered herself the second she realized it was not her husband. To her horror, it was someone else. There was a cadet inside with her. Her initial reaction was to scream at the embarrassment. Before she could scream, the boy closed the distance and covered her mouth to silence her because he was afraid her husband would walk in which was inevitable. In anger, she slapped the boy's arm off of her because she hated to be touched and due to how she saw his eyes travel moments before he tried to keep her quiet. Her eyes of innocence peered towards the entrance of the shower when she saw her husband walk in. The boy was dead meat. "Oh my goodness Billy! GET OUT OF HERE YOU PERVERT!" She shouted at the boy and gave him a fair warning. She had no time to help him escape because her husband roared with rage at what he walked in on. In an instant, the boy was slammed into the tiled wall which forced the Ox Princess to wrap her slender arms around her breasts and her legs to cross to avoid further violation that would trigger her husband to murder the boy before her eyes. The water continued to run and pour onto her silken skin, yet it did nothing to ease the moment. She closed them at first to gather herself. ![]() With a brave exhale, she used her long locks to cover her breasts and then approached Gatz. Her body pressed along his side. She used his hulking frame to cover herself. She rest one hand on his muscled backside to press herself closer to him. Her lips pecked his shoulder to soothe him. Tenderly, she gazed up at his taller frame. Though she was mad at Billy, she did not want the young boy to die. Softly, her other hand rested on her husband's large bicep that flexed with a wrath she had seen only a couple of times. Her enraged husband had his vice grip of a hand around the frightened boy's neck which she was positive her aggressive husband wanted to break. ![]() "Gatz, I'm okay...he didn't hurt me. He saw nothing. I promise." She whispered to Gatz to keep him calm. Then her eyes narrowed at Billy because she did not want to set the entire blame on her husband for protecting her. "...And you what on Earth were you doing in here? You had the day off you know, and it is in the middle of the night. It is way past your curfew young man." She questioned the boy angrily. WC: 1,914 TWC: 6,413 Edited by Bel Zephyra, May 12 2015, 06:09 AM.
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| Gatz | May 12 2015, 08:40 AM Post #13 |
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The shower was still running. The terror and his girl were naked in the shower. Heaving while gritting his teeth, the terror felt his girl's sexy figure rub up against him making the violent and territorial urges grow in him. His fingers coiled around the sick fuck's neck squeezing tighter to keep him pinned to the wall. Using overpowering strength, he lifted the freak's feet off the floor while she murmured sweet words to him. She said she was okay. Sniffing her scent, his female was in heat driving him mad with hatred at how fucking stupid the kid was for thinking he could get too close to the untouchable. He was ready to break a whole world of faces for her the way she was pressing into him and talking him down knowing he was the dominant beast that could tear humans apart with his bare hands. She didn't know she was making it worse with what she was doing. Talking him down with that innocence thing she did, only got him seeing more red. She needed protecting. The bitch cadet was in the shower watching his prized possession scaring her. He could have been an attacker. The cadet got a peak at what belonged to the terror further providing the killer android the reasons why death was the penalty. She was his and no other fuck was permitted to see her or even breathe the same air as her. Getting an evil feeling, his pupils burned a dark red preparing to end the freak's life. Her hand rest on his bicep and he flexed extra just to show off to her his power. She kissed his shoulder making him stand taller, but then set her sights on the freak asking him why he was in the locker room. The android terror didn't give two fucks why. He didn't look at his girl once keeping his hollow glare on the punk squirming around in his grasp like it was going to do something. He positioned himself in front of her. The freak wouldn't get anymore free peaks at the terror's prized possession. "You some sick freak busting nuts thinking about my girl in the fucking locker room? You knew the damn rules too when walking in on this place. Fucking stupid if you thought you could look at what's MINE thinking I wouldn't catch you doing it. " Roaring with authority, he roughed the boy up more. His hand crushing the life out of the kid. Toying with the bitch wuss, he slammed the fuck into the tiled wall a second time cracking the tiled wall behind. He was getting of feel good power as his girl was watching him thrash the kid. The boy was gargling and crying for mercy as he was doing it too. His serial killer fingers squeezed the freak's air hole just enough to keep him from squealing further, but giving him a fucking chance o talk and answer his girl's question. The terror was dying to know what he was "Ain't it obvious? He was in here scoping you out. Why the hell else would he be in here? " His girl was trying to reason with a sick fuck who had no reason. He was as stupid as the deuces the terror took and flushed down the toilet. Billy cried out when he was slammed into the wall and face to face with the beast incarnate himself. His tears were trying to escape. Choking from lack of oxygen and keeping himself from tearing in front of the General, he was seeing the end to his life. The red eyes of hell were staring into his soul and sucking it out along with it. The General everyone feared in the base was standing right in front of him and he foolishly breaking three rules that would result in his young death. Looking down and cursing his dumb luck, the Secretary of Defense was the one trying to give him a chance to talk. His one hope of getting out alive. "I-I wasn't here checking her out h-honest. When I saw you come into the locker room, I got scared and ran in here thinking I could hide. I know she is yours. A g-guy like me could never be w-with someone like her. I was hiding in the locker room cuz I'm a coward." Keeping back his tears, he covered his eyes knowing he was a goner. The terror didn't think twice or have remorse for what he was hearing. He was a merciless killer not giving a fuck if the kid was hiding or scared. Not showing sympathy, the terror inched his face closer until his glowing blood red eyes were staring right at the bitch. He kept a hold of the freak's neck making sure the kid's last sight would be the most terrifying one that would send chills down his backside even after he was dead. The killer android hated cowards and he was going to show much he despised them. "Coward, bitch. Pathetic." He snarled. "Damn right she is mine. You wouldn't have a chance with her because I kill anybody who tries getting too close." Reminding him the real reason why that was a fact, he wanted to clarify with his girl why he was going to murder the freak and be done with it. "You see Chi? This freak ain't worth saving. He was hiding yesterday from the drills instead of facing it head on like a man is supposed to do. I try to give these freaks a good thing and they ruin it. Tell me why I should keep giving good things when they don't know how to appreciate what I'm giving them. They keep trying to fuck with me thinking I am stupid. They like testing me and we know what happens when trash like this tests me." He was talking to his girl making her understand why he had to rid the world of the trash that he had in his grasp. WC: 1,074 TWC: 6,849 Edited by Gatz, May 12 2015, 08:41 AM.
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| Bel Zephyra | May 12 2015, 08:53 PM Post #14 |
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"I-I wasn't here checking her out h-honest. When I saw you come into the locker room, I got scared and ran in here thinking I could hide. I know she is yours. A g-guy like me could never be w-with someone like her. I was hiding in the locker room cuz I'm a coward." The pouring water from the showers rained on all three of them. She rest her hand on Gatz's shoulder which bulged at the boy's attempt to explain himself. She sympathized with the boy despite how careless he was. Her tiny frame rest against her husband's side. He was relentless. Once again, the cadet was slammed into the tile wall by a bewildering strength that caused the raven haired mother to cringe at the sight of it. She rest her cheek along her husband's shoulder. She wanted to ease him. There were droplets of blood from the injury the boy sustained and likely to the back of his head. The tiled wall was bloodied too. If this continued, the cadet would be dead long before she traveled to the West. While the boy deserved punishment, death was not it. "Shame on you. You were foolish for hiding here. You cannot run away from your problems. I understand that you are afraid, but to run is cowardly. You could have told me about this. When have I ever shut my doors ? This was what you signed up for. There were no tricks or secrets. What you did jeopardized the other cadets too for their hard work. You should have known better." She expressed her annoyance with Billy. It upset her that he did not at least try to talk to her about his fear. The General, who was a terrible communicator and an intimidating figure, was not the one to talk to about problems. This was made clear to everyone at the start of the campus. Her husband's attitude was not hard to understand. He expected rules and regulations to be followed. If they were not, there was punishment . She firmly believed in discipline and agreed that punishment had to be used, but death was not what she had in mind. Arrogantly, Gatz retorted why she belonged to him. She kissed his shoulder to keep him from going too far. He was in total control at the moment. With his hands around the cadet's neck , she had to be smart about what she said because if she slipped, a death would follow shortly. Her hand rest along her husband's back while she kissed his bicep affectionately. In a provocative sway, she took a step forward and rest her smaller hand on his large one while it had its grip coiled around the boy's throat. "You see Chi? This freak ain't worth saving. He was hiding yesterday from the drills instead of facing it head on like a man is supposed to do. I try to give these freaks a good thing and they ruin it. Tell me why I should keep giving good things when they don't know how to appreciate what I'm giving them. They keep trying to fuck with me thinking I am stupid. They like testing me and we know what happens when trash like this tests me." Softly, she spoke to him while her pure eyes gazed up at his taller, more aggressive build. "Gatz, listen to me. I know your angry. You have every right to be mad at this delinquent for breaking the rules. I am grateful that you came in time to protect me because I thought he was an intruder. I feel safe because of you. Thank you." She reassured Gatz that what he did was not in vain. Throughout her time with her husband, she had an understanding of how to deal with his temperament. He wanted his ego stroked and often. While she had a vibrant pride, this was an occasion that called for her to set it aside. He deserved to have his ego fed at times especially because he was genuinely worried about her well being. "He was wrong. We know that. He should be in trouble. I agree with you completely that what he did was pathetic and absolutely reckless. He needs to be disciplined and punished for what he did, but I do not want him to die. There are more important matters we need to tend do tonight. We have a long distance to travel in the morning too." For a second time, she kissed his bicep and then glanced at him. He was not one who would respond to business agendas as being a reason to not kill the cadet, therefore, she got more personal with her request. She rest her curved frame against his side. Her long locks of hair draped against his out stretched arm. She acted as if the cadet was not present. He would be taken care of, but in a more suitable way that was appropriate for teenagers his age. Her sons, when in trouble, were disciplined, and this boy was no different. Tenderly, she murmured with a voice that ached for him. "Can this punishment wait? All I want is to be alone with you. Alone with my big lug." She whispered in a captivating voice. Despite her soreness, she yearned for his touch again and not only because the boy was on death row or the fact that her pure heart could not condone cold blooded murder. His display of dominance and protectiveness touched her heart. There were times she disliked it or got annoyed, but this was not one of those times. She appreciated how quickly he jumped to her aid when she was in the dark, vulnerable, exposed, and in the shower. She was capable of defending herself, however, with her husband she truly felt secure. WC: 1,043 TWC: 7,456 Edited by Bel Zephyra, May 12 2015, 08:54 PM.
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| Gatz | May 13 2015, 08:02 AM Post #15 |
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The Greatest Android Terror caught the fuck trying to sneak another peak at his Queen. Seeing the cadet's eyes roaming, he yelled in his face. "Where the hell you looking? Keep your eyes on me freak. I catch you looking at her again I'll rip your eyes out of your sockets and make you choke on them!" His glowing red eyes were itching to burn the freak's face off. Billy was begging for his life and the terror's focus was getting distracted. Having his hollow glare on the bitch wuss, the terror heard his territory talk to him in a submissive way. She was agreeing with him that the kid needed a good ass kicking, but she didn't want the fuck to die. Gnarling at her suggestion, his instincts were telling him to rip the fuck to shreds and her being in heat didn't make shit easier. He was fighting with himself finding it hard to let go of the bitch wuss' neck. Seeing the fear in the cadet's eyes, was only feeding and empowering the apex predator's urge to snack the wuss' neck for trying to challenge the alpha beast. Feeling her rub against him, the butt naked terror sucked in hair through his mouth. His fingernails were digging into the cadet's neck causing him to bleed. The freak was already bleeding when the android killer slammed the back of his skull into the tile. He did it again just to show off to his girl what power he had. Billy squealed when his head hit the tiled wall for a fifth time. His fingers tightened their grip around the cadet's neck while his girl was trying to work her magic. She rest her hand on his bicep causing him to flex instinctively wanting to show off to her. Not glancing at her, he couldn't without wanting to ravage her and lose his concentration on breaking the fuck's neck for getting too close to his prized possession. She was still going. Her voice speaking to him and trying to change his mind about killing the freak that was in the shower causing her to get scared. She was thanking him for protecting her. There were no thanks needed because she knew damn well that she was his. Belonging to him, meant she had no choice and fucks who got too close to what was his were slaughtered. He'd wreck the world to keep her untouched and safe. His nostrils inhaled the scent of her in heat that was driving him wild with lust and hunger. Getting devilish thoughts, his primal urges were being displayed with his growls and snarls. He was a the ultimate beast preparing to finish off his prey, but the one person who could stop him was begging him not too. Then there was something she said that got him to roar victoriously. He roared in the freak's face getting spit on the bitch wuss along with it. The ultimate beast's chest rumbled with authority and shook the ground with it. The ache in her voice drove his hunger over the edge. Her aching needed his healing. His hunger wanted to ease the aching she was feeling because he was the only one who could. She was fucking sexy saying what she was. Her stroking his ego caused him to smirk dementedly and puff out his chest to flex his powerful muscles to show off his size. Calling him a big lug and wanting to be alone with him, she didn't have to ask twice. His girl was in heat and begging for the dominant, mean, drilling machine.Saving this kid's life, was what she was doing. He should be thanking the angel for keeping the beast locked in its cage. He should have killed the bitch wuss a million times over, but his girl kept distracting him. Then she talked in a submissive tone breaking the terror's willpower along with it. Being obsessed and possessive, he wanted to take her and remind her who the boss was while marking his territory all at the same time. Keeping his glare on the cadet, his voice growled a demand to her not being able to resist anymore. She was that damn good. "Walk around me." Giving his girl an order, he wanted her to step to where his free arm was while keeping the cadet in his place so she was safe. WC: 785 TWC: 7,634 Edited by Gatz, May 13 2015, 08:03 AM.
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| Bel Zephyra | May 14 2015, 10:00 PM Post #16 |
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The big lug remark got her husband to flex his muscles as if he wanted to show off to her. Her tender eyes remained on her husband who shouted at the boy to keep his eyes on him rather than on her. To respect her husband's temper, she rest her body behind his to avoid further problems. The cadet was in enough trouble as it was, but the Ox Princess could not allow her husband to kill the boy especially for an offense that was part of human nature. She hoped that her overprotective husband would consider her proposition. With her hand on his bicep and her soft lips pressed against his shoulder, she tried to persuade him with an unknowingly seductive affection. The boy expressed his apologies and used excuses to help them understand his behavior. Internally, she knew her husband was not as lenient as she was. While she did believe that it was necessary to discipline bad behavior, there was no need for death. Her husband's muscles tensed at her words. His teeth grit and his impressive muscles bulked at her touch. "Walk around me." Her head perked up from his shoulder when he talked to her in a dark, husky tone. He ordered her to walk around him to the other side of his body and away from his outstretched arm that had the boy pinned to the wall. What was her husband up to? Since the boy's life was at risk, she followed the demand without question or complain. This was harder for her than one realized because of how stubborn and high spirited she was. She glanced at the cadet once before she walked around Gatz's backside. The water of the shower heads around the shower area continued to pour onto their bodies. The warmth of it kept her nude body from being exposed to the cold. Her long locks of wet hair conveniently kept her breasts covered while her hands remained over her private areas to avoid any further violation or intrusion from unwanted eyes. The unwanted eyes were those of the cadet's. Once she walked around Gatz's broad back, she stopped on the opposite side of him where his arm was at his side. She rested her hand on his thick arm to remind him that she was there with him. With innocence, she gazed up at him once she was on the opposite side of him. She noticed he still had a hold on the boy's neck. "I did as you asked Gatz. You told me that you wanted me on this side. What for?" Her tiny frame pressed into the side of his to keep herself covered and to use herself as a distraction because Gatz did not release the boy like she hoped he would. Her hand rest against his chest while she peered up at his towering stature. While she pressed her curved body along his, she ran her hand down his chest until it reached his abdomen. Her twinkling eyes of purity never stopped staring up at him with the achy need for him to release the boy, but at the same time give her the affection she asked from him earlier. In a shy tone, she asked once more for him to release the cadet. They could focus on him later after they were done with the investigation West from Gatz's Haven. "Can you please release him Gatz. He cannot defend himself especially not from you. You know that. I will tell you this. If you do not let go of him this instant, then I will have no choice, but to finish showering here and return to the base alone, in the dark. " Playfully, she pulled herself away from Gatz and acted as if she would walk away if he did not let go of the cadet. She figured this would trigger a reaction from him. For reasons unknown to her, he wanted her to walk around him and be on the opposite side of the boy. There had to be a reason why. Nevertheless, she continued to distract him from his need to kill. WC: 735 TWC: 8,200 |
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| Gatz | May 18 2015, 06:00 AM Post #17 |
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She didn't know what was coming and when she found out, there was nothing her curved body could do about it. She was his. Hearing her walk around him until she was on the opposite side of him where his arm was not choking the life out of a pathetic piece of trash, he felt a feel good power gush through his veins when she pushed against his side. His nostrils took in her scent knowing damn well she was in heat and needing his affection. His thick fingers kept coiled around the cadet's neck and one slip could mean the terror snapping his neck. The cadet's neck should have been broken a million times over, but knowing his girl was there, the terror stopped himself from doing it in front of her innocence. He was going to get his fantasy in one way or another. Feeling her small, soft body rub against the side of his begging for protection, his territorial and primal instincts of possession took control. She asked him what he wanted and then in her submissive voice urged him to stop choking the fuck. He smirked at her naive question. The water running down both their body further masking his intentions. His smirk widened and chuckling devilish there was no way she was getting away from him. He wanted her and sniffing her scent, she was aching for him. His thick forearm wrapped around the bottom of his prized possession's ass. Pressing against her thighs, he lifted her featherless and seemingly fragile body up like he was holding a trophy. He grunted with power and dominance. All it took was one arm to get her off the floor. He could do it with his pinky if he wanted too. Keeping her off the ground, he then positioned her so that her sexy legs were wrapped around his waist pinning her into the wall so she couldn't escape. Looking into her pure eyes, he kissed her lips and his demented glare turned to the fuck he still had choking alongside them. The terror kept his girl pinned to the wall using his arm under her ass to keep her steady. His other arm was still busy choking the life out of the fuck's neck. Smirking with a twisted mind, he felt how helpless his girl was to his large, bulk frame keeping her pinned against the wall. He wanted her too look. He kissed her cheek and licked it until she was looking at the cadet who was turning blue in the face. He wanted her to feel the power that coarse in his veins and balls. The power that would keep her safe from the mother fuckers like the cadets that dared look at what was his. Reminding her who the boss was, he kissed her lips hungrily. He devoured them and before he got down to business, he said something he wouldn't stop saying. "Nobody can touch you. You're mine. I'll kill them all for you." Growling his words, he then slammed the cadet's head into the tiled wall knocking him out, but not killing him. He dropped the cadet onto the floor and blasted him so that his body slid out of the shower knowing that his girl didn't want anybody, but him looking at her. He didn't want a fuck getting a peak at what the terror did to his prized possession. Seeing him gone, he gripped her hips and kept her pinned to the wall in the shower. Her legs wrapped around his waist. He looked into her pleading eyes and took her lips again. She was feeling sore, but he didn't give a fuck that she was because it was her fault for being as she was. He couldn't control himself around her. Her tense body couldn't fight the submission as it did so naturally. Thrusting hard and once to press her hard into the wall, he set the pace and took control. Staring at her with intoxication, he continued kissing her and overpowering her against the wall. His growls of victorious dominance and her whimpers of pleasurable innocent echoed throughout the locker room. The scene faded into black for a second time. The locker room showers were turned off. It was two hours later after the terror took his divine beauty for a long ride she was both wanting and regretting because he never went easy on her. Walking into the locker room where she was getting dressed, the terror grinned at her with satisfaction at what he did to her. She was struggling to put her pants on from the soreness. Seeing her struggle, he approached her and wrapped his arm around her waist pressing her back into his bared muscular chest. His free hand was running along the side of her wet, curvy frame he had the right to take whenever he wanted. He walked around naked and proud just seconds before pressing into her. His chest and muscles flexed with authority while his chest vibrated with might along her frame. He kissed her neck and then her shoulder. His flaring nostrils took in her scent that was a mix between his and hers. His scent on her was an indescribable feeling for the territorial beast because his instincts and urges were being fulfilled. It was like having the world at his feet. The universe was at his feet. A Having gone deep inside of her to claim her and spread his seed within her to mark his territory, she was all his and his alone. "You need help with that?" Mocking her, but meaning the truth that he would help her, he was looking out for her. It was no secret how protective he was of his prized possession. He could kill the whole Universe not feeling a damn inch of guilt for her if it got her smiling and kept her safe. Stroking the side of her cheek, he was taking in her beauty and innocence having remembered how she gave him a purpose. She was the reason he was living large and in charge. He wouldn't admit that shit publicly, but he didn't need too. She was perfect there was no flaw to her creation. Remembering her request, he didn't give a flying fuck about the cadets in the west, but he was doing it for her. "We'll be heading out after you're done getting changed." Telling her what they would do after they were done in the locker room, he waited for her to let him help her get dressed. WC: 1,170 TWC: 8,804 Edited by Gatz, May 18 2015, 06:00 AM.
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| Bel Zephyra | May 20 2015, 07:00 AM Post #18 |
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The raven haired beauty sat alone on the wooden bench. Her wet stricken body dripped at the elbows and her long hair. She stayed wet because she was too deep within her emotions to bother drying herself. While she waited for Gatz, she set her curious eyes on the cadet who remained unconscious. His head injury was not severe, but his foolishness was. She checked on him after the shower to reassure that he was alright. After she checked on the troublesome teen, she sat on the bench to rest her aching muscles. Her mind was lost in thought at what transpired within the public shower between her husband and herself. The images were raw and passionate. A smile spread across on her pretty lips because her heart fluttered with warmth and bliss. Her stomach fluttered with anticipation to see her husband's beast-like physique and his intense stare. With her smaller figure pressed against the tiled wall moments ago, she was helpless to her husband's barbaric desire to dominate her. His bulky frame and power complimented her softness. The warm water and the steam that filled the showers accentuated the heat between the two who were destined to be. They were yin and yang. The one was not complete without he other. Her ache was taken by his hunger. Their bodies became as one and when that happened, the world seemed heavenly. "I should get dressed." She reminded herself when she realized she was lost in a daydream. She ignored the need to dry her wet body because she figured the air would do it for her. With struggle, she rose to her feet and grabbed the clothes that were set on the bench for her. Gatz picked them out. She pondered for a moment how he managed to get her clothes in the locker room quickly. As she recalled, it took him a minute to retrieve them moments before they engaged in their destined intimacy. She did not know that he was prepared for these situations or occurrences in public places within the Final Heaven base. It was better that way. Her thoughts did not linger on the mystery of why her clothes were conveniently in the locker room. Instead, she began to dress herself. The pink blouse was easy to put on. However, the white pants were not as kind. When the grabbed them, she felt a subtle pain along her inner thighs and legs. The simple task of dressing became a hassle. The pains were another reminder of the unforgettable scene that she did not regret in the slightest. After all, he was her husband. She winced at her soreness. Her husband, despite being caring and protective, was a rough man. He did not do gentle in any aspect. As she tried to put her pants on, a burly arm slid around her slender waist. A cute gasp sounded from her because of how sudden it was. The thick arm gently, but forcefully tugged her until her spine pressed against a solid, firm object. Her back arched at first, but then eased itself when she realized who it was. The solid object she was pulled into was her husband's rugged chest. She welcomed the embrace. His hand trailed down her curved, feminine frame. His touch made her feel beautiful. He kissed her neck and shoulder. Gently, her arm reached behind to stroke the back of his head and unknowingly his ego. While his lips caressed her bare skin, she turned her head to kiss his temple dotingly. She murmured his name admiringly. The ego she stroked was the one and only that she would. Her pride for herself would not allow another such pleasure. When she was alone with him, she was freed and unrestrained by her strict exterior. She let her guard fall for him in that instance and only for him. Her eyes closed when he growled into her ear. His affirmative worship and exploration of her silhouetted frame evoked the sensuous side within her. Throughout her body, she felt the incredible sensation that it was being a woman. It was HER ego that was stroked. Her long, wet locks brushed against his bare chested skin when he tightened his embrace on her. In her husband's embrace and his cherishing display towards her existence, she felt like a goddess. Naturally, her backside rest against his manhood to remind him that she admired him and treasured their unification. Her curves were accentuated by her arched lower back. Her femininity showed itself when he flexed his muscles to remind her of his masculinity. She cherished their perfection. "You need help with that?" His voice broke the silence. When it had, she opened her eyes to greet him with amusement. There it was. His massive ego was out in the open as always and especially now after he had his way with her. He had his way with her because she allowed him to. There was no one else allowed to touch or take her. She was a proud, strong, stubborn, and independent woman. She could handle herself though with him she did not need to be that way always. He took care of her, protected her even if at times it annoyed her, made her feel safe, and best of all he was there for her. When his fingers stroked her cheek with care, she hummed fondly because it made her feel beautiful. He had no idea how amazing she felt because of him. She was not as proud as her husband to the point that she would not admit it openly, but she did not have to say it in words to reveal to him how wonderful he made her feel. He told her to get dressed. She was reminded of the mission they were to partake in after their night of blissful passion. In response to his display of ego, she replied with a sly confidence that was aimed to challenge his remark. After all, she was the Ox Princess. "I can manage. I am a tough girl you know." She teased him because she contested his dominance which she predicted would get a reaction from him. A soft giggle sounded after her joke. As she laughed softly, she guided the white pants up her body. She groaned in playful annoyance when the soreness was felt again. This sound gave her husband the go ahead to help her. WC: 1,152 TWC: 9,352 Edited by Bel Zephyra, May 20 2015, 07:01 AM.
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| Gatz | May 21 2015, 07:13 AM Post #19 |
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Fixing his glare on her and watching how she acted to his touch with obsession, his nostrils inhaled her scent. They were beauty and beast perfectly intertwined. Her body begging to be protected, but at the same time challenged his larger size with her personality. His primal instincts being reminded how possessive he was. He was a greedy mother fucker. She challenged him with her tough girl attitude enforcing his dominance. How the fuck was someone so stupid to let her go? Remembering Goku in that second, he grit his teeth knowing whether she was with him or not she would have been with the android terror. There was no denying it. Her leaving Goku was proof of it that they were meant to be. The beauty and the beast equaling destiny. Believing in fate because his ego knew what was fact and the fact was he was made to be the ultimate beast, his girl was his. There was no changing it. She had no say in it either. Nobody fucking did unless and questioning it meant a world filled with body bags.His hands gripped her waist tighter and held her while she guided her white pants up her body. His fingers ran up her body. Tossing her wet hair to the side, his finger touched her red mark. It was a mark he left on her that was permanent. It showed all the mother fuckers in the land who owned her, but that shit wasn't enough. Wanting to be her first and deciding right there that he couldn't share her with anybody, he growled his desire openly. She wouldn't know what the fuck he was talking about, but his mind was set. "I want you to be completely mine. Fuck..." He snarled at her ear getting turned on by the thought. Thinking about being her first and only, there was only one fucking way that would happen. He'd have to change time and make it so that he was the one taking her virginity. She never had her heart breaking or extra baggage holding her down constantly giving her shit about a clown wuss that wasn't worth a damn. The terror was the one claiming her right there and then only making it more right that she was only his. Staring down at her innocence, he wanted her all for himself. Who the hell could grant that his darkest desires? The Dragon. Having read its power to grant wishes, it was a done deal. He could have his girl all to himself. There would be no more baggage, no more bullshit, and he could do whatever the fuck he wanted to the two freaks who got in his way. He was tired of trying to be a good terror and getting it tossed in his face by being accused of shit he would openly admit to doing. "Mine." Saying it again to his prized possession while kissing the top of her head, his demented eyes set on the cadet's body knowing now what he had to do. His girl and his offspring would be completely his. It has begun. WC: 548 TWC: 9,365 TWC: |
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| Android13Old | May 23 2015, 04:23 AM Post #20 |
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Gatz Power Level : 742,500 (Gravity Boost included) PL from Gear : 111,600 AEP : 46.5 Training Points : 11.1 Zeni : 9,300$ FH Tokens : 93 1.5<75.3 => Earth DB not found, too bad! 12.5% PL gains for students : 92,813 Paul Power Level : 371,250 Training Points : 5.55 Bel Zephyra Power Level : 742,500 (Gravity Boost included) PL from Gear : 111,600 Training Points : 11.1 Zeni : 9,300$ FH Tokens : 93 1.5<13.5 => Earth DB not found, too bad! 12.5% PL gains for students : 92,813 Ox King Power Level : 371,250 Training Points : 5.55 |
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Calling him a big lug and wanting to be alone with him, she didn't have to ask twice. His girl was in heat and begging for the dominant, mean, drilling machine.

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