Dragon Ball: RNG Rebirth

As I sit there, lost in thought, I feel something else—a gentle touch. Zelle's hand is on my leg, her grip shifting closer to my crotch. The air in the room seems to thicken, and suddenly, her earlier confession comes rushing back. I look up at her, and she's smiling that playful smile again. The one that says she's got something on her mind, and it's definitely not about battle strategies.

Her hand moves slowly, brushing against my growing arousal, and I realize she's not just being supportive—she's feeling it too. Her tail starts to swish back and forth, a subtle hint of the desire building within her. It's like she's a coiled spring, ready to pounce, and my body responds in kind. The pain from the spar is forgotten as I become acutely aware of her touch, her warmth, and the way she's looking at me—like I'm the only thing in the galaxy that matters.

With a boldness that surprises even myself, I grab her hand and guide it to my dick. She gasps, but doesn't pull away. Instead, she squeezes gently, her eyes locked on mine. It's as if we're having an entire conversation without saying a word. And the message is clear: she wants this as much as I do.

Our breaths quicken as she starts to stroke me, her movements growing more urgent. The tension in the room is palpable, and I can feel the energy between us building. It's not just a physical attraction—it's a bond forged in combat, in blood, sweat, and tears. And as we give in to our desires, it feels like we're not just fighters anymore—we're something more, something deeper.

With a sudden jerk, I stand, pulling my armor off in one swift motion. The material clangs to the floor, and I watch as she takes in my bare, muscular form. I can see the hunger in her eyes, the same hunger I feel in my bones. Her hand lingers on my chest, tracing the lines of my abs, before sliding down to my waist. Her touch is electric, sending jolts of pleasure through me as I reach down to peel her bodysuit away from her skin. It clings to her curves, but with a little effort, it's off, revealing the perfection that lies beneath.

Her breasts are full and firm, her nipples already hard with excitement. I lean in to kiss her neck, and she arches into me, her breath hitching as I nip at her ear. My hands roam over her body, exploring every inch of her, memorizing the feel of her curves and the taste of her skin. Her tail coils around my leg, pulling me closer, demanding more.

I oblige, gripping her by the waist and lifting her onto the bed. She straddles me, her thighs trembling with anticipation. I can feel her power, her Saiyan heritage pulsing through her veins. The muscles in her thighs ripple as she begins to grind against me, and it's like nothing I've ever felt before—better than any human woman. The sensation is intoxicating, and I find myself lost in the moment, consumed by desire.

With a fierce growl, I grab a fistful of her hair, tugging it back so that she's looking directly into my eyes. Her pupils dilate, and she smirks, understanding the silent challenge. "Is that all you got, Cody?" she whispers, her voice a seductive taunt.

I smack her ass, hard, and she jolts forward, the flesh jiggling deliciously. Her cheeks redden with both pain and pleasure, and she gasps, throwing her head back. The sound is like music to my ears, and I can't help but grin, feeling more alive than ever before. This is what I crave, this power exchange, this dance of dominance and submission. 

Her hips roll in a sensual rhythm, and I can't help but match it, pushing up against her. The friction is maddening, and I know we're both close to the edge. She leans down, her teeth grazing my neck, and I can feel the heat of her breath against my skin. We're both panting now, lost in the moment, our hearts beating in sync with the pounding of our bodies.

In a flash of movement, she's flipped onto her back, and I'm on top of her, my hands pinning her wrists to the mattress. She bucks beneath me, trying to break free, but I'm too strong, too focused. "Who's in charge here?" I demand, my voice low and gruff with lust.

"You are," she purrs, her eyes half-lidded with desire. "But only in bed."

The words are like a challenge, and I accept it eagerly, driving into her with everything I've got.

Zelle's moans crescendo into screams as I claim her, the sound of our flesh slapping together echoing through the room. Her legs wrap around me, pulling me deeper, and she whispers, "Yes, daddy," the word slipping out in a moment of unbridled passion. The sound sends a bolt of excitement through me, and I respond by smacking her ass again, feeling the heat radiate from her cheeks. Her eyes widen, and she bucks harder against me, pushing back with a feral growl.

With each punishing thrust, I watch as she loses herself in the pleasure, her body tightening around me like a vice. The way she says it, so raw and unfiltered, makes me feel like a king, like I own every inch of her. And in this moment, I do. Her cries of "Daddy" are a symphony to my ears, a declaration of submission that only makes me want her more. I can feel my own power building, the dark energy in me rising to meet hers, creating a storm of passion and dominance.

Her walls tighten, and I know she's close. I lean down, my teeth grazing her ear. "You like that, baby?" I ask, my voice a snarl.

"More," she gasps, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Harder, daddy."

And so I give it to her, my strokes becoming more intense, my grip on her hips tightening. I can feel the pressure building within me, a volcano ready to erupt. She's mine, all mine, and nothing will ever change that.