Dragon Ball: Hentai-Verse

With a powerful thrust, Kyoto buried his length into Fasha's tight, wet heat. Her eyes widened, and she let out a gasp that was equal parts shock and pleasure. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as her body struggled to accommodate his massive girth. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving small red trails as she tried to ground herself in reality. Her body spasmed around him, clenching and releasing as she adjusted to the sudden fullness.

As Kyoto began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate, Fasha's eyes rolled back in her head, and she released a series of guttural grunts that seemed to resonate with the very fabric of the chamber. Her breaths grew ragged, and she threw her head back, her spikes of hair fluttering with each punishing thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by her cries of pleasure. Kyoto watched her face, a mask of concentration as he pushed deeper and harder, his hips moving in a blur of motion that defied human comprehension.

Suddenly, Fasha's body convulsed, and a geyser of cum shot out of her, soaking Kyoto's abs and the floor beneath them. The force of her orgasm was so intense that Kyoto had to hold her tighter to keep her from sliding down his cock. Her moans turned into screams as he continued to fuck her through it, his own pleasure mounting. Her pussy was like a vice around him, squeezing and releasing in time with her spasms.

Her eyes snapped open, and she locked gazes with Kyoto, her pupils dilated with lust. "It's so long," she managed to gasp, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's so hard!" Her voice grew louder, more desperate, as Kyoto's thrusts grew more erratic. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as if she could somehow absorb him entirely into her being. "Oh, fuck!" she screamed, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Her words only served to spur Kyoto on, his own orgasm approaching like a meteor hurtling through space. He could feel the energy building in his balls, ready to explode. He threw his head back and roared, his hips pumping faster and faster as he reached climax. Fasha's body tightened around him, her legs shaking as she met each of his thrusts with her own.

Finally, Kyoto couldn't hold back anymore. With a final, earth-shattering roar, he came inside Fasha, his seed mixing with her own juices and filling her up. The force of his orgasm sent waves of pleasure through both of them, and Fasha's body went limp in his arms. They both panted heavily, their hearts racing as they stared into each other's eyes, the tension in the room palpable.

In that moment, Kyoto knew that Fasha had officially claimed her place in his harem. The battle had not only been physical but also a test of wills and desires, and she had come out on top. Literally. He set her gently on the ground, her legs still wobbly from the intense fucking she had just received. They shared a knowing smile, the kind that only comes after conquering something incredible together.

The rest of the harem watched the scene unfold, their own arousal evident in the way they shifted and touched themselves. Gine's eyes glowed with a mix of envy and excitement, her own desire for Kyoto's cock clear on her face. Nira, ever the composed one, had a smirk playing on her lips, enjoying the show but also planning their next moves.

Kyoto turned to them, his cock still hard and gleaming with Fasha's cum. "Who's next?" he asked, his voice filled with the confidence of a man who had just claimed a powerful ally in the most primal way possible.

Gine stepped forward, a smirk playing on her lips. "Looks like Fasha's going to need some time to recover," she said, eyeing Fasha's trembling legs with amusement. "But I'm more than ready for a round with the big boy."

Nira looked on, a hint of mischief in her eyes as she watched the two Saiyans. Despite her usual composure, even she couldn't help but be drawn into the erotic tension that filled the Time Chamber. She stepped closer, her hand sliding down to gently stroke Kyoto's still-hard cock. "Allow me to assist," she murmured, her voice low and seductive.

The room was thick with the scent of sex and the electric energy of power. Gine's eyes gleamed as she watched Kyoto's reaction to Nira's touch, her own body aching for his attention. She knew that this was more than just a simple harem dynamic; it was a dance of power, desire, and respect that would continue to unfold in the most unexpected ways as they faced the challenges of the multiverse together.

Fasha lay on the floor, her body a wreck of pleasure, unable to form coherent thoughts. Her legs were jelly, and she could feel the sticky warmth of their combined releases slowly seeping down her thighs. The intensity of their encounter had left her speechless, her mind racing with the implications of what had just happened. As she watched Kyoto's cock spring back to life in Nira's delicate grasp, she knew that she had underestimated her competition. But instead of anger, she felt a strange sense of excitement—a thrill that only came from knowing she was a part of something greater than herself.

Her eyes met Kyoto's, and she smirked. "Looks like I'll have to step up my game," she murmured, her voice hoarse from screaming.

Nira took that as her cue. She dropped to her knees, her purple eyes sparkling with excitement. Her soft, blue hand wrapped around Kyoto's thick, still-hard cock, giving it a gentle squeeze before her blue lips parted to take him in. The contrast between her angelic demeanor and the lewd act was almost too much for Kyoto to handle. He watched, entranced, as Nira's head bobbed up and down, her cheeks hollowing with each suck. Her tongue danced around the tip, flicking and teasing, making him groan with pleasure.

Her technique was flawless, each movement calculated to drive him closer to the edge. Kyoto felt his balls tighten, his orgasm approaching like a freight train. Nira looked up at him, her eyes full of mischief, and took him even deeper. The pressure built, and he knew he couldn't last much longer.

With a roar that echoed through the Time Chamber, Kyoto came, his semen shooting down Nira's throat. She didn't flinch, swallowing every drop, her eyes never leaving his. And she didn't stop. She kept going, her mouth a blur around his cock as he shot another, and another, and another load into her mouth. It was as if she had an endless supply of energy, her mouth working him like a machine designed solely for his pleasure. Kyoto lost count, his mind a haze of ecstasy as he climaxed over and over again, his body spasming with the force of his releases.

Finally, he was spent, his knees buckling slightly as Nira pulled back, a string of cum connecting her lips to his now-sensitive tip. She licked her lips, a satisfied look on her face, as she rose to her feet. Gine watched, her own desire flaming hotter than ever before. This was going to be one hell of a night.

The air was thick with tension as Gine stepped closer, her hand sliding up Kyoto's chest. "My turn," she purred, her own desire palpable. Nira stepped aside gracefully, a knowing smile playing on her lips. The harem was in full swing now, each member eager to claim their piece of the powerful Saiyan's attention.