Dragon Ball: Hentai-Verse

Gine took Kyoto's still-hard cock in her hand, her grip firm and confident. "You're going to love this," she whispered in his ear, her breath hot against his skin. And with that, she bent down and took him in her mouth, her eyes locked with Fasha's across the room. The competition was on, and the night was still young.

Her technique was anything but gentle. She licked and slurped, making sure every inch of Kyoto's cock was coated in her saliva. Her tongue swirled around his head, tracing the veins that pulsed with his life force. It was a messy, sloppy affair, and Kyoto was in heaven. His hands found their way to her hair, gripping tightly as she took him deeper, her throat constricting around him in a way that sent shivers down his spine.

He watched as Gine's eyes rolled back in pleasure, her moans muffled by his cock. The sight of her eagerly devouring him was too much. He threw his head back, letting out a series of primal grunts and moans that echoed off the walls of the Time Chamber. Nira, ever the observer, couldn't help but be drawn in by the raw passion on display. She stepped closer, her own hands moving to caress Kyoto's thighs, her eyes never leaving the erotic scene before her.

The tension in the air was palpable, a heady mix of lust and power. Fasha, still on the floor, watched with a mix of admiration and desire. She knew she had to step up her game if she wanted to truly claim Kyoto as her own. The harem was not just about pleasure but about dominance and belonging. And she was not about to be outdone.

Nira's tutelage had been a game-changer for Kyoto and the Saiyan females . Over the past few months, she had introduced them to ancient and powerful techniques that even surpassed the typical Saiyan capabilities. They had learned to harness their ki in new and exciting ways, pushing the boundaries of what they thought possible. The Time Chamber had become not just a place of physical training but also a sanctum of knowledge and growth.

The angelic attendant had revealed the secrets of the gods—techniques that allowed them to manipulate time and space, to tap into the very fabric of the universe. Gine and Fasha had taken to these lessons with fervor, eager to become the strongest they could be. Each day was filled with rigorous training, their bodies pushed to the limits as they unlocked new transformations and mastered abilities that could make even the gods tremble.

But it wasn't all about power. Nira had also taught them the importance of unity and teamwork. As a godly being, she understood that true strength lay not in brute force but in the bonds they shared. The trio had grown closer than ever, their friendship and trust forged in the crucible of battle and pleasure. They had come to realize that together, they could conquer any challenge the multiverse threw at them.

And as they took turns worshiping Kyoto's cock, their rivalry had transformed into a symphony of passion and power. Each knew that their love for him was what made them stronger, and they were determined to show it in every way possible. Their moans of pleasure were not just echoes of personal satisfaction but a declaration of their collective might.

Two years had passed in the Time Chamber, a period that had felt like an eternity of growth and discovery. Their bodies had been pushed to the brink and beyond, each cell and muscle fiber reborn in the fiery crucible of their training. Their hair had grown longer, a testament to the time they'd spent honing their skills and exploring their desires.

"Alright, my lovely Saiyans," Kyoto announced, a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "I have a new challenge for us. I crave a new member for our harem, one as powerful as she is exotic." He paused, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "I want a female from a universe on the brink of destruction, one whose destructive nature matches my own. And she must be green."

Fasha, her pink eyes narrowed, smirked at the peculiar request. "So, you want a girlfriend who's about to blow up a planet, and her favorite color is green?"

"Exactly," Kyoto grinned. "Someone with a bit of flair, you know? Someone who can keep up with us, and maybe even give us a run for our money."

Nira, her blue eyes gleaming with amusement, interjected. "If she's going to join us, she'll have to pass a little test of strength first. And remember, Zirith and I are watching." Her words carried a hint of warning, a subtle reminder that she and the Goddess of Destruction had a say in who they allowed into their exclusive circle.

"Oh, I'm sure she will," Kyoto winked, his confidence unshaken. "But what if she's too powerful, Nira? Can you handle a little competition?"

Nira, unfazed, replied, "I assure you, Kyoto, no one is too powerful for us. Zirith and I have seen the rise and fall of countless beings. Besides," she smirked, "I have a few tricks up my sleeve that I haven't shown you yet."

With that, Kyoto's eyes gleamed with excitement, and he raised his hand, commanding the time ring to bring him the one who would fit his specifications. A blast of energy erupted from the ring, and a portal tore through the fabric of space-time. Out of it blasted a woman unlike any they'd ever seen—green-skinned, with short white hair fluttering in the wake of her entrance.