"Come to me~"
Goku looked at her. His gaze swept over her body, slow, taking in the flushed skin, the parted fur, the arms reaching for him.
"An invitation that's difficult to decline." He leaned back against the trunk. "But I'm married, Mama'Vegeta."
Her arms lowered.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Oh." He scratched the back of his head. "I guess that's a foreign concept for Saiyans. It's like a pact with someone, that you'll be united. Have children. Stay together." He paused. "Kinda hard to define, actually."
"I see." She sat up slightly, pulling the fur wrap loosely across her chest. "And you have someone you're *married* to?"
"Well... sort of." He looked away. "Six."
"SIX?!"
She sat up fully. The fur slipped. She didn't notice.
"You have six people you're married to?! Is Eve one of them?"
"Eve? No. She's not. She's just... a friend I'm doing a huge favor for."
The Queen processed this. Then her chin lifted. Her chest puffed out, regal, proud, the posture of a woman issuing a decree.
"Well. Since you already have six, one more shouldn't hurt." She looked him dead in the eye. "I'll allow you to *married* me."
"*Marry* and It's not that easy."
"Why?"
"I need the others to approve it. The fuss Bulma put me through when I told her about Panchy..." He trailed off, muttering to himself.
"Bulma? Panchy? Are those two of them? Why would they refuse? Are they stronger than you? You obey them? Why won't you ask them now?"
She fired the questions.
"Ask them?" He rubbed his neck. "They're technically still kids right now. And technically we're not married yet. That means if I marry you, you'd be my first wife..."
"What are you muttering about?"
"There's another problem." His voice dropped. "I'm going to be gone."
The cave went quiet.
"Gone?" Her voice changed. "What do you mean, gone? You're not going anywhere. You belong with us, with the Saiyans. You'll rule alongside me. You'll stay with our child. You can't be gone." She leaned toward him. "If you have things to do, you'll learn to delegate to your subjects."
Goku stared at the fire. Poked it with a stick. Sparks drifted up.
"Vegeta... it's more complicated than that. I can't tell you everything. But I don't belong here."
Silence.
Outside, at the edge of the cave entrance, Paragus sat in the dark. Broly was asleep beside her, tucked into a nest of fur. Listening.
Inside, the Queen took a long breath. Let it out slow.
"Alright." Her voice was steady now. "I won't ask any more questions."
She moved closer to him.
"But this is real. I want you as my mate. My only one."
She reached out. Turned his face toward hers with both hands, making him look at her.
"I want something to remember you by. So I can wait until you decide to come back to us, to me."
She pressed her lips to his.
It was an innocent kiss. Closed-mouthed. Gentle. But it was filled with everything she had, love and want and the quiet desperation of a Queen who had just asked for something she'd never asked anyone for in her life.
At the cave entrance, Paragus peeked around the edge. She saw them, his face, her face, their lips touching in the firelight. A strange feeling shot through her body. She pulled back. Pressed against the wall.
Goku was surprised at first. His eyes stayed open. Then his hand came up to her cheek and he broke the kiss gently, easing her back.
"What..." Her voice cracked. "Still no?"
He didn't answer.
His eyes moved to the side, to the ground beside the fire, where Paragus's broken communication device lay in pieces. The one she'd been trying to repair for weeks.
He reached down and ripped a strip of metal from the casing. It tore like paper in his fingers.
"Son Goku? What are you doing?"
He held the strip between his index finger and thumb. Started rolling it, pressing, turning, shaping it with precision. The metal thinned and curved under his fingers, becoming round, smooth, cylindrical. He worked it until it was a perfect circle, long enough to wrap around a finger.
He reached out and took her hand.
"What the- what's wrong?"
He slid the metal band onto her ring finger. Bent the ends together. Pinched it closed. Cut the excess with a flick of his thumbnail.
A ring.
Rough. Simple.
She looked at it.
"Why are you silent?" she asked, annoyance creeping back into her voice.
"I will bring my world to yours," he said.
Then he leaned forward and picked a piece of coal from the fire.
The Queen tilted her head. "What is he doing?"
At the cave entrance, Paragus frowned. *A piece of coal?*
Goku closed his fingers around the coal.
At first, nothing. Silence. The fire crackled.
Then the cave filled with a sound. Low. Eerie. A deep, grinding creak, the coal was being compressed. The coal was shrinking inside his fist.
The sound grew louder.
Thin wisps of smoke escaped between his fingers. The air around his hand shimmered, heat distortion, visible, rippling. Tiny sparks danced from the gaps between his knuckles. More smoke. The heat radiating from his closed fist made the Queen lean back, squinting.

The noise became almost unbearable, a sustained, high-pitched screech of matter.
Then
*CRACK.*
A sharp flash burst from between his fingers.
Silence.
Slowly, he opened his hand.
His palm was covered in a layer of black dust and ash. The Queen leaned forward, holding her breath.
"Is that it?"
He raised his hand to his lips.
Blew.
*Fwooo...*
The dust scattered into the air.
As the last grains fell away, something beneath them caught the light.
A brilliant point.
Resting in the center of Goku's palm was a flawless crystal, clear, no bigger than a fingernail.
"A diamond," Goku said.
The Queen stared.
He took the rough diamond between two fingers. Picked up the ring from her hand. Held both together. A tiny, concentrated ball of ki flared at his fingertip, white-hot, precise, and the metal softened at the top of the band. He pressed the diamond into the molten metal, set it deep, then brought it to his lips and blew.
*Fwoo.*
The metal cooled. Hardened. Locked around the stone.
A diamond ring.
He took her hand.
"Vegeta. Where I'm from, a man asks a woman to be with him forever. He gives her a ring. And if she acce-"
"I accept!"
He blinked. "...Then they're married."
He slid the ring onto her finger.

She looked at it.
"And now," Goku said, "they say you can kiss the bri-"
She cut him off.
Her mouth was on his. The same innocent kiss, closed, warm, full of everything. But this time she didn't pull back. She pushed forward. Hard. Her hands on his chest, shoving him flat onto his back, her body above him, knees on either side, the fur wrap falling open everywhere.
She broke the kiss. Cheeks red, heavy breathing.
"I can't anymore-" She kissed him again. "-mmhm- it doesn't help-" Another kiss. "-mmmhm- it's like I'm going crazy-"
She was talking between kisses, her words dissolving into wet sounds, her Saiyan instinct taking over, overriding every thought, every hesitation. Her hips shifted on top of him. Her breathing was ragged.
"Now that-" kiss "-we're *married-*" kiss " I won't hold-" kiss "-back-"
Goku tried to talk but he keeps getting cut off with.
At the entrance, Paragus had set Broly down in a nest of furs, asleep. She was alone now. Sitting with her back to the wall, hearing every kiss, every breath, every wet sound echoing from inside.
Her thighs pressed together.
She wanted to leave.
She couldn't.
Inside, Goku grabbed the back of the Queen's neck and kissed her.
This time he led.
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It wasn't the innocent press of lips she'd been giving him. His mouth opened against hers. His tongue pushed in, slow, deep. She froze for a second, the sensation completely new, then her body answered before her mind could. Her tongue moved against his. Clumsy. Searching.
Then he did something with his mouth she couldn't track, something with his tongue and her eyes flew wide.
Her breathing became erratic. Her whole body started to move, her hips, her shoulders, her hands gripping his chest, her legs trembling on either side of him. Her face went red. Almost crimson. Her eyes were glassy, tears forming at the corners.
He kept kissing her. Deeper. Slower. His hand on the back of her neck holding her in place.
She was shaking.
Then, after a few more seconds
*PAH.*
A wet popping sound as their mouths finally separated. A thread of saliva stretched between their lips, caught the firelight, and broke.
The Queen arched her back. Her head tilted up toward the ceiling. She was sitting on top of him, legs trembling, chest heaving, holding herself with her hands on Goku's chest, her whole body flushed and glistening.
She looked like she'd been struck by lightning.
"Wa- wa- wa- what was that?!~"
Her voice was wrecked. Slurred. Drunk on something she'd never tasted before.
Goku looked up at her from the ground. That smirk.
"The me special."
Goku grabbed her wrists, pulling her hands away from his chest until they slipped free and she fell limp on his chest.
Her torso tipped forward, the weight of her breasts dragging her upper body onto his broad, sweat‑slicked pecs. The heat of his skin seeped through the thin fabric of her primitive top.
He cupped her cheeks with his palm, thumb and index brushing the soft line of her jaw. Her lips, already parted from the ragged breaths she'd been taking, formed a small pout before he pressed his mouth to hers again.
Their lips collided with a wet, smacking sound, the pressure forcing her mouth open just enough for his tongue to slip inside.
The moment his tongue slid over hers, a jolt of unfamiliar sensation shot through her, again. Her eyes flew wide, her black irises dilating as a hot flush spread from her cheeks down to the nape of her neck.
"Mmmmhhm~"
A soft, involuntary moan escaped her throat, muffled by the kiss, and she felt the wet heat of his saliva mixing with her own.
His tongue explored. Each swipe sent a fresh wave of tingling down her spine, making her tail twitch uncontrollably against Goku's thigh.
The sensation was nothing like the cold, mechanical, the octopus‑alien she'd once endured; this was warm, alive, and seemed to awaken every nerve ending in her mouth.
She tried to pull back, instinctively wanting to retreat from the overwhelming flood, but his hands held her face firm, his grip gentle yet unyielding.
Her breath came in short, ragged gasps through her nose, each inhale pulling his scent, musky, earthy. The aroma seemed to amplify the throbbing already building between her thighs, a low, insistent pulse that made her inner clench in anticipation.
When his tongue retreated, their lips unlocking with a wet pop that cut through the heavy silence of the tent, a glistening strand of saliva stretched between them like a silver thread before it broke and fell against her chin.
She stared at him, her vision swimming at the edges, her thoughts scattered. Her mouth felt swollen, used, the lips tender and hypersensitive.
She pressed her lips together and felt the residual tingle, the ghost of his tongue still painting patterns against hers. A faint sheen of sweat coated her upper lip, and she could taste the salt of it when her tongue darted out unconsciously.
Her heart hammered against her ribs, the rapid thudding so loud in her own ears that she wondered if he could hear it too.
At the entrance, Paragus had not moved. She had told herself she would leave, that she would give the queen her privacy, but her feet refused to carry her away.
The curiosity burned hot.
She parted the heavy furs just enough to peer through the gap, and her breath stopped in her throat. The queen was sitting on a man, their mouths fused together in a way Paragus had never seen before.
Her hand drifted between her own thighs before she registered the movement. The heel of her palm pressed against the seam of her loincloth, and heat bloomed through the fabric.
She yanked her hand away as if burned. *What the hell? It can't be. Not because of a man. Not because of watching a man.*
Inside the chamber, Queen Vegeta's lips still hovered inches from Goku's. A thin bridge of saliva connected them, stretching, thinning, until it snapped and left a wet smear on her lower lip.
Her lips grazed his, once, twice, the barest contact that sent sparks racing down her spine. She wanted more.
Every instinct screamed at her to press forward, to take his mouth again, to feel that tongue slide against hers. But she held herself back, her pride warring with her hunger.
Then she felt it.
Something pushed against her where she lay sprawled across his chest, the hard length pressing into the soft flesh between her legs.
She looked down, her gaze traveling over his stomach, past his navel, to where the primitive loincloth of animal skin strained at his hips. The fabric could not contain him.
His shaft had swelled, half-hard and thickening by the second, the shaft visible through the gap where the hide had pulled loose. It bounced with each small shift of his hips, a heavy, impatient movement that made her mouth go dry.
Her breath quickened. Her eyes fixed on the motion, on the way the fabric moved over the hidden shape, on the way the fabric stretched and strained. She felt drunk, lightheaded, her thoughts dissolving into a fog of want.
"Overwhelmed, Majesty?" Goku's voice came smooth as silk, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
The sound of his voice snapped her back into herself. She dragged her gaze up to his face, forcing her expression into something resembling regal composure.
"Don't be cocky. I will admit that thing you did with your mouth is quite uncommon in our culture. That is all. Saiyans are tough. We do not need weak affections like that."
She pushed herself upright, shifting until she sat astride his hips. Goku did not move to help her. He laced his hands behind his head instead, the motion making his biceps bunch and swell, drawing her eyes to the thick cords of muscle that roped his arms.
His chest puffed out with a slow, deliberate breath, the broad planes of his pectorals rising and falling in a display that seemed casual but was anything but. He smirked up at her, his dark eyes glinting.
"Oh yeah? Your face earlier was not exactly immune to it. Maybe you are just too weak to handle it."
Her eyes narrowed. "What? Do not get ahead of yourself, brat."
"Brat ?" said Goku.
*I will show him,* she thought, straightening her spine until she sat tall above him. *I am Queen of all Saiyans. I ruled them. I led them to prosperity through war and conquest. I can handle mating with one humanoid male. He is nothing.*
She let a slow, dangerous smile spread across her lips. "Get up. I am taking the lead."
She slid off him in one fluid motion, the furs rustling beneath her knees as she settled onto the bedroll. The pelts were thick and soft. She heard him rise behind her, and then he was there, standing in front of her.
Her head came just below his pelvis. The position forced her to look up at him. He looked down at her with that same infuriating calm, his posture relaxed, his arms hanging loosely at his sides.
"Now what, Mama V?" His voice was low, smooth, a velvet rasp that brushed against her skin.
"Shh."
She lowered her gaze to the mound of fabric at his hips. The loincloth was crude, stitched from thick animal hide with rough sinew thread. It did nothing to hide what waited beneath it.
She could see the shape of him pressing against the animal skin, the thick length curving to one side. She reached out, her fingers brushing the edge of the fabric. The hide was warm from his body.
"I will teach you to tease your queen. I am in charge now, and you are at my mercy."
She grabbed the edge of the loincloth and yanked it down in one quick, decisive motion. The fabric dragged over his hips, catching for half a second on the thick head of his penis before it snapped free and fell away.
The moment it released, his heavy length bounced heavily into the open air. It swung with sudden freedom, the long, thick shaft bouncing once, twice, a heavy pendulous motion that made the whole length sway and bob in front of her face.
It was not stiff enough to stand straight. Instead it hung with a thick, weighty bounce, the head dipping low before the shaft lifted again with each small movement.
"By the..."
She could not look away. She was hypnotized, transfixed. For the first time in her life, she was seeing a normal one. This was real. This was whole. Something alive, pulsing with his heartbeat. She could smell him now, the sharp musk of his skin, the salt of his sweat, something deeper and warmer underneath.
Her face went slack. That drunk expression took over again, her eyes glazing, her lips parting. Everything else dissolved. There was only this. Only him.
Behind her, at the entrance, Paragus stared through the gap in the furs. *Disgraceful. A queen on her knees before a man.* But her eyes were not on the queen.
They were fixed on the thing swinging in front of the queen's face, on the thick length of him, on the way the skin moved over the rigid shape beneath.
Slowly, her hand crept between her own thighs again. This time she did not pull away. She let her fingers press against the heat there, her middle finger moving in small, up and down through the damp fabric of her loincloths.
Queen Vegeta breathed hard, her mouth open, her tongue wetting her lower lip. Her head swayed, closing the distance without her seeming to notice.
The tip of his penis was inches from her mouth. She could feel the heat radiating off it, could almost taste the salt on her tongue.
"A problem, my queen?" Goku's voice cut through the haze, sharp and amused.
She jerked back, her eyes snapping up to his face. "What?! I- I said keep quiet."
She reached for him with both hands, wrapping her fingers around his shaft. The skin was hot, impossibly smooth, pulsing against her palms.
She felt him twitch in her grip, a reflexive flex of muscle that made the whole length jump against her fingers. She squeezed, testing the weight of him, feeling the rigid heat settle into her hands.
Goku was not feeling anything yet. Not from her touch. But the hot brush of her breath against his tip, the wet sound of her exhale washing over the sensitive head, that made him harder.
His cock thickened in her grip, the shaft swelling as blood rushed. It lifted, rising slowly, until it stood straight and pressed against her cheek. The head nudged her skin, smearing a bead of clear fluid across her cheekbone as it swelled to full length, hard and heavy against her face.
His penis rested against her cheek. Warm. Heavy. Pulsing against her cheek.
She knew what came next. Breeding. He goes inside. You make a child. Simple mechanics.
But she wasn't moving to lie down.
She was still kneeling. Still looking at it. Still feeling the heat of it against her face.
*What is-*
His scent hit her. Close, this close, it was overwhelming. Musky. Her head felt heavy. Her vision narrowed to the shaft in front of her, the veins, the ridges, the smooth head that was inches from her lips.
*I know how breeding works. I don't need to-*
Her tongue came out.
She didn't decide it. It just happened. Slow. Tentative. The tip of her tongue touched the underside of his shaft and the taste hit her, a sound left her throat that she'd never heard herself make.
She dragged her tongue up. A long, slow stroke along the underside, base to tip, her mouth open, saliva running freely now, dripping from her lips onto the shaft, making it wet, making it glisten in the firelight.
*Why am I- this is filthy- a Queen doesn't- I don't-*
She did it again.
At the cave entrance, Paragus had gone still.
She could hear it. The wet sound. The Queen's breathing, heavy, shaking, confused.
Her hand was between her thighs. Two fingers pressed flat against her mound through the fur, moving in small slow circles.
In her mind she was the one kneeling. Her mouth. Her tongue. His taste on her lips. She could almost feel the weight of him against her face, the heat, the pulse, the thickness. Her tongue moved inside her own mouth, mirroring what she imagined, and she swallowed hard.
The Queen nuzzled him. Cheek against the shaft. Lips dragging along the side. Slow. Not sucking, not bobbing. Just following her instinct. Her mouth opened against the head and she held it there. Felt the weight of it on her tongue. The width of it stretching her lips.
Drool ran down her chin.
Her eyes were half-closed. Glassy. Her hands had come up on their own, one gripping the base of his penis, the other on his thigh, fingers digging into the muscle.
She pulled him deeper into her mouth. Gagged. Pulled back. Went in again. No rhythm, just need. Wet, messy, desperate need. Saliva coated him completely now, running down the shaft over her fingers, dripping from her chin onto her breast.
She made sounds around him, muffled, formless. Her tongue swirled against the underside without technique. Her lips tightened, loosened, tightened again.
She sucked the head and her cheeks hollowed and then she pulled off with a wet *POP* and licked the tip and went back down like she couldn't stand the separation.
She was moving her hips. Kneeling there, his cock in her mouth, and her hips were rolling against nothing, small, involuntary grinds, her body seeking friction that wasn't there, her thighs slick.
Paragus's hand was inside the wrap now. Bare fingers on bare skin. Wet. She could feel how wet she was and it only made it worse. Her fingers slid through herself, two of them pushing inside, curling, her palm grinding against her clit.
She was watching through the narrowest gap at the cave entrance.
She could see the Queen on her knees. His cock in her mouth. Saliva everywhere. The Queen's body moving, desperate, lost.
Her fingers curled harder inside herself. Her hips jerked against her hand.
Goku looked down at Queen Vegeta.
He hadn't moved. Hadn't guided her. He'd let her find it on her own, watched her instinct take over, watched a Queen unravel from the mouth down. His cock was drenched. Her saliva ran down to his thighs.
She pulled off. Gasping.
Strings of spit connected her lips to his cock, three, four of them, glistening in the candlelight, stretching and swaying as she breathed. They clung to her chin, her cheek, one running from the corner of her mouth down to the shaft still inches from her face.
She looked up at him.
Her face was ruined. Flushed crimson from her cheeks to her chest. Lips swollen and shining wet. Eyes half-lidded. Hot breath poured from her open mouth in ragged waves, each exhale hitting his wet cock and making it twitch.
A strand of drool broke from her lip and fell slowly onto her breast.
She was trembling.
"Why..." Her voice was wrecked. Barely a whisper. "Why did I want to do that... I don't understand what's happening to me..."
Goku looked down at her. At the strings on her face. The drool on her chin. The tears at the corners of her eyes that she hadn't noticed. The way she was still gripping him, not letting go, even now, even confused, even shaking.
He reached down. Wiped a string of spit from her cheek with his thumb.
"Because you're in love, your instincts kicked in" he said.
She stared up at him. That drunk, devastated face.
"Is there more?"
"A lot more."
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
Looked at the wetness on it. Looked at him. Looked at the strings still connecting her chin to his cock.
Something regal reassembled behind her eyes.
She stood. Legs shaking. Knees almost buckled but she locked them. Lifted her chin. Squared her shoulders. Wiped her face with both hands.
"That was... an anomaly." She swallowed. "Some Saiyan instinct I wasn't prepared for. It won't happen again."
Goku said nothing. Just watched her.
She turned. Walked to the bedroll, three steps that took everything she had. Lay down on her back. Positioned herself. Legs apart. Hands at her sides. Chin up.
Like she was granting him access to the throne.
"Now. We breed."
Her voice was steady. Commanding. The voice of a Queen issuing a royal decree.
Her thighs were still trembling.
"Whenever you're ready," she added. "I won't wait all night."
At the entrance, Paragus pressed her forehead against the stone.
*She's going to do it. She's really going to-*
Paragus's fingers were still between her legs. Wet. Waiting. She hadn't let herself finish yet.
She was saving it.
Goku knelt between her legs.
She watched him with that regal expression. Ready. Braced. She'd done this before, lay down, let it happen, get it over with. Thirty seconds with the octopus alien. Brief. Unpleasant. Mechanical. This would be the same.
He put his hands on her thighs. Spread them wider.
Then he lowered his head.
She frowned. "What are you- that's the wrong direction."
His mouth touched her inner thigh. A kiss. Soft. His lips dragging up the sensitive skin, slow, toward the crease where her leg met her hip.
"The breeding happens up here," she said, pointing at her own stomach. "Not down- what are you-"
His mouth reached her.
His tongue pressed flat against her, parting her lips. One long, slow stroke from bottom to top.
Her spine came off the bedroll like she'd been electrocuted.
"WHAT- WHY IS YOUR MOUTH"
He did it again. Slower. His tongue parting her, dragging through the wet, finding her clit and pressing into it with devastating patience.
Her hand shot down. Grabbed his hair. She meant to push him away.
She pulled him closer.
"This isn't- a Queen doesn't- you're not supposed to- ah- AH~"
His tongue circled her clit. Slow. Precise. Then he sucked, gentle, just the right pressure, and her thighs snapped shut around his head.
"WHAT IS- HOW ARE YOU- WITH YOUR MOUTH- HOW CAN A MOUTH DO-"
He pried her thighs apart. Held them open with both hands. Went back in.
She arched off the bedroll. Her chest heaved. Her hands clawed at the fur beneath her. She tried to form words, orders, commands, protests, but each lick shattered them before they reached her mouth.
"Stop- don't stop- I said STOP- no keep- WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO-"
He pushed his tongue inside her. Curled it. Found the front wall and pressed.
Her hips bucked so hard she almost threw him off. A sound came from her throat, not words, not a moan, something between a scream and a sob. Raw. Shocked. The sound of a woman feeling something for the first time that she didn't know her body could feel.
"SOMETHING IS- I FEEL- IT'S COMING AGAIN- THE THING FROM BEFORE- GOKU-"
He stayed on her. Tongue on her clit now, fast circles, relentless, two fingers pushing inside her, she was tight, impossibly tight, his fingers stretching her and she gasped at the intrusion but her hips pushed down onto them anyway.
She came.
It hit her like a shockwave. Her whole body seized, back arched high, mouth open, eyes rolled back. Her thighs clamped around his head so hard.
Her walls clenched on his fingers in rhythmic pulses, gripping and releasing, gripping and releasing. Wetness flooded his hand.
The sound she made filled the cave and bounced off every wall and traveled out the entrance into the night.
Paragus heard it.
Every bit of it. The Queen's confused protests dissolving into moans. The wet sounds. The building cries. And then, that scream. Broken. Ruined. A Queen reduced to a single sustained sound of pleasure she couldn't contain.
Paragus's fingers moved. Fast. Two fingers inside herself, her palm grinding her clit. She wasn't waiting anymore. She was chasing it, matching the rhythm of the Queen's cries, imagining Goku's mouth on her, his tongue on her, his fingers inside her.
She was close.
But she pulled back. Slowed her hand. Bit her lip.
*Not yet.*
She wanted to hear it. The moment it happened. The sound the Queen would make when she felt him for the first time.
Inside, the Queen lay on the bedroll. Destroyed.
She hadn't known what an orgasm was four hours ago, she was starting to understand that her entire life up to this point had been spent in a body she'd never actually lived in.
Goku crawled back up over her. Settled his weight between her legs. She felt him, hard, thick, the head pressing against her inner thigh. Heavy. Hot.
She looked down between them.
His cock rested against her, the shaft lying along her slit, the head reaching past her navel. She could see the length of him against her stomach. Could feel the heat of it, the weight, the pulse.
She looked back up at him.
The last shred of composure assembled on her face. One final stand.
"Well." Her voice was ruined. Raspy. Barely there. "At least we've arrived at the part I have knowledge of."
"Don't be so sure my queen" he said smirking.
He shifted. Pulled back. The head dragged down her stomach, between her lips, and settled at her entrance. Thick. Blunt. Kissing her there.
She felt it. The pressure. The heat of his head against the tightest part of her.
She swallowed.
"Adequate," she whispered.
Her tail was vibrating so hard the fur buzzed.
He pushed.
The head stretched her open. Slow. She'd never been stretched like this, never been stretched at all. Her fingers on the bedroll curled into fists. Her mouth dropped open. Her eyes went wide and stayed wide. His brow creased.
He'd expected, with a Queen, a ruler, a woman who commanded a matriarchal empire, who'd had a daughter, who'd lived decades, he'd expected ease. Experience. A body that knew this.
She was tight. Desperately tight. Her walls gripped the head of his cock like they'd never been asked to open before. Because they hadn't.
He stopped.
Looked at her face. The wide eyes. The bitten lip. The way her hands were gripping his arms like she was bracing for something she'd never felt.
"Vegeta."
"What." Through her teeth.
"You're..."
"I'm what?!"
"Tight. Very tight. For someone who's had a child."
The flush on her face deepened. But the Queen resurfaced, chin lifting, eyes meeting his with that regal steadiness she wore like armor.
"The father of my daughter reproduction involves neural waves. The tendrils attached to my temples. I was placed in a trance state. Genetic material was delivered without physical contact."
Goku's face changed to incomprehension.
"I've never mated… in the normal way. There was no need. No desire."
She held his gaze. Unflinching.
"So what you are doing right now, what you are inside of right now, has never been done before. By anyone."
He looked at her. The woman beneath him. The Queen who'd ruled a planet was giving him something she'd never given anyone in her entire life.
"Then I'm your first ?" His voice was quieter. The teasing gone. "Your only one ?"
Her jaw tightened. Color flooded her cheeks.
"Shut up."
He leaned down. Pressed his mouth to hers. Slow. His hand came up and cupped her face gently.
Her hand came up to his wrist. Held it there. Against her face.
She kissed him back. Soft. Matching him.
When he pulled away, she held her gaze.
"Well?" She swallowed. "Are you going to finish what you started or not?"
That smirk came back.
He pushed deeper.
Just the head. Just the first inch. And she was already fuller than she'd ever been.
He pushed deeper. Her walls gripped him so tight he had to work for it, easing forward, pulling back slightly, pressing in again. Gaining ground in slow, patient thrusts.
"It's- how much more- how much is-"
Deeper. The thick shaft spreading her inch by inch. She could feel every ridge of him dragging against her walls.
"Goku- it's too- I can't- it won't-"
He bottomed out.
His hips pressed flush against hers. She felt him at the deepest part of her, pressed against something that sent a shockwave through her core. The pressure behind her navel, the stretch at her entrance, the heat inside her, all of it at once.
She stared at the cave ceiling. Mouth open. No sound.
He held still. Buried to the hilt. Letting her feel every inch. Pulsing inside her.
She looked up at him.
He looked down at her.
"Adequate?" he said.
"Shut... up~"
Paragus heard it.
The silence first. A long silence where the Queen stopped talking, stopped moaning, stopped making any sound at all. Then, a single, choked gasp. Small. Almost a whisper.
Paragus's hand moved.
She pushed three fingers deep inside herself and her back arched off the cave wall. Her mouth opened in a silent cry. In her head, not her fingers. Him.
Stretching her open the way he was stretching the Queen. Filling her. That thick head pushing past her entrance, spreading her walls, sinking deeper and deeper until there was nowhere left to go.
She came.
The orgasm ripped through her the second she heard the Queen's first gasp. Her walls clenched around her own fingers in tight, pulsing contractions.
Her knees buckled. She slid down the cave wall until she was sitting on the ground, legs spread, hand buried between her thighs, shaking silently.
Goku pulled back. Slow. She felt every inch withdraw, the drag, the friction, the emptiness expanding behind it.
Then he pushed back in. One smooth stroke. All the way.
"AH!"
Out. In.
"AH- wait!"
He set a rhythm. Slow. Deep. Each thrust deliberate. Each one bottoming out against that spot inside her that made her vision flash white.
Her breasts rocked with each impact. The fur wrap was gone. Her whole body was bare, jolting on the bedroll with every stroke.
"Is it- is it always- does it always feel like-"
He picked up the pace.
The wet sounds got louder. The slap of his hips against her thighs echoed through the cave. She was soaked, dripping, pooling beneath her, the bedroll dark with it.
Her legs wrapped around his waist on instinct. Heels digging into his lower back. Pulling him deeper.
"SLOWER! SLOW DOWN!"
He didn't.
He grabbed her thigh. Pushed it up. Pinned her knee beside her head. She was folded open and the angle changed, deeper, sharper, hitting something inside her that hadn't been hit before.
"THERE! WHAT IS! RIGHT THERE! DON'T MOVE FROM!"
He hammered that spot. Each thrust precise. Her body jolting up the bedroll. Her breasts bouncing. Her stomach flexing. Her mouth hanging open, drool running from the corner of her lips.
She came. Her back arched off the ground. Her scream hit the cave walls. Her walls clamped around him so tight his rhythm broke.
Her moans were continuous now, shapeless, rhythmic, one per thrust.
Then, too hard. Too deep. His hips snapped forward and he slipped out.
His thick cock dragged up across her soaked lips, the swollen head grinding against her clit on the way out.
Her body detonated.
She came without warning, back arching, mouth wide, a scream that cracked into silence. Her legs locked. Her whole body seized. She collapsed onto the bedroll, shaking, twitching, gasping into the fur.
Silence.
Just breathing.
She lay there. Spent. Her chest heaving. Her thighs still trembling. Wetness pooling beneath her.
*It's over.*
She closed her eyes.
She felt his hand close around her tail. Flipping her.
Her eyes snapped open.
He pulled. Not rough, firm. One steady tug that lifted her hips off the bedroll, dragging her ass up into the air. She yelped. Her knees found the ground. Her face stayed in the fur.
"Wh- what are you- I already- it's over-"
"Who said it's over?"
"I- the breeding is- you already-"
"I haven't finished."
"YOU HAVEN'T?!"
He was behind her. On his knees. Still hard. She could feel the heat of him against the back of her thigh. Her tail was in his grip, held up and to the side.
He looked at her from this angle. Her hips raised. Her back curved. Everything exposed.
He saw her clenching. Small, rhythmic contractions she couldn't control, her swollen entrance tightening and releasing, tightening and releasing. Wet. Pink. Untouched by anyone before tonight.
She arched her back. Looked over her shoulder at Goku. Then down, at his cock, hard, thick, swaying slightly with his pulse. Still glistening with her spit and her wetness. Still twitching like it had a heartbeat of its own.
She blushed. Again.
*Does it ever stop being so... alive~*
She reached back and grabbed it.
Hot. Burning against her palm. She flinched at the heat but held on.
Goku's hand came up. Cupped her ass cheek.
She swatted it away.
"I'm in charge."
His eyebrows rose. "Okay."
*Clumsy. Confident.* He looked at her back, the curve of her hips, the determined set of her shoulders. *I don't hate it.*
Her voice dropped low. Almost a whisper. She was talking to herself, didn't think he could hear.
"This should be easy... like he did... just push..."
She aligned the head against her entrance. It parted her wet lips slightly, just the contact. A jolt ran up her spine and her breath caught.
"Oh~ good... now just push my hips..."
She pushed back. His thick head pressed against her tight entrance, spreading her, but her walls resisted. His shaft started to bend under the pressure, curving against the resistance of her body, bowing between them until it slipped free. It shot down between her thighs, the ridge of his head dragging hard across her swollen clit on the way.
"What's wron- *haaann~*"
The sensation crashed through her. Her toes curled hard, knuckles white against the fur. Between her legs, her holes clenched, fast, frantic pulses, opening and closing, opening and closing, then slowing, slower, a long deep squeeze. Her whole body trembled. Shook. Then settled.
She pressed her forehead against the bedroll. Breathed.
"Come on... keep calm..."
She reached back again. Found him. Wrapped her fingers around the slick shaft. Shifted her hips, left, right, adjusting the angle, trying to find the alignment.
Goku watched her fidget. The small determined movements. The way she bit her lip in concentration.
He smiled.
*I don't know why. That's adorable.*
She pushed back again. His fat head parted her lips. Spread her entrance. She felt it start to sink in.
"That's it..."
She bit her lip. "Mmhmm~"
But his shaft was bending again. The angle wrong, the tightness too much. The head started sliding out, the ridge dragging against her entrance, almost popping free,
"I order you to stay there."
Her arm flew back. Her hand pressed flat against herself, fingers spread below, holding his cock against her entrance, preventing the head from escaping. She pushed her hips back harder. Clenched her jaw.
His shaft bent. Strained. She pushed and pushed and then it slipped, not down this time. Up. His thick cock sprang free and slid between her cheeks, the full length dragging between them, his swollen head grinding up across everything in its path.
Her face melted. Eyes half-shut. Mouth slack.
"Oooh~..."
Her ass clenched around him. Tight. Instinctive. The muscles gripping his shaft between her cheeks.
Goku looked at her. That blissed-out face. The way she was squeezing him without knowing it. Her hips making tiny involuntary movements, rocking against the shaft trapped between her cheeks.
"You're cute." His voice dropped. "But you're not going to keep teasing me like that."
One hand grabbed her tail at the base. The other gripped her hip.
"What? Tease?- ahhh~"
He pulled on her tail. Her back arched. Her hips angled up. He guided himself down with the shift of her body, his thick head finding her entrance, pressing, bending against the tightness
Then with a wet, heavy friction sound, it entered.
Her mouth dropped open. Her fingers clawed the fur.
He sank in. Inch by inch. Her tight walls parting around him, gripping every ridge, until his hips met her ass and there was nowhere left to go.
"FU~ IT'S- IT'S DEEPER!~"
It was deeper. She could feel him in places that didn't exist five minutes ago. His hips slapped against her ass with each thrust. The sound was obscene, wet, heavy, rhythmic. Her breasts swung beneath her. Her arms gave out. Her face hit the fur.
Her moans came muffled against the bedroll. Continuous. Formless. She'd stopped forming words three thrusts ago. Just sounds now. Wet, broken, animal sounds.
He thrust hard enough to knock the sentence out of her.
He leaned over her back. Chest against her spine. Mouth at her ear.
"Still familiar with this part?"
"I DIDN'T- I DIDN'T KNOW-"
The orgasm was the biggest. It tore through her like nothing before, her body convulsed, her scream hit a pitch that cracked something in the cave wall, her arms and legs gave out entirely.
Her walls clenched around him in crushing waves. Her tail whipped free and wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, tighter, holding him inside her.
He felt it. The grip. The pull. His jaw clenched. His hips drove forward one final time, deep, grinding, buried completely, and he came.
She felt every pulse. Hot. Thick. Flooding her. His cock throbbing against her walls, each pulse pushing more into her. Her body answered, another wave of contractions, milking him, pulling everything deeper.
More. And more. Until she felt full in a way that had nothing to do with his size and everything to do with what he was giving her.
His hand was still on her hip. Grip loosening. His chest heaved against her back.
She couldn't move.
Her face was in the bedroll. Tears. Drool. Sweat. Her body still twitching with aftershocks. His cock still inside her, softening slowly.
He pulled back slowly, his thick length slipping past her swollen entrance with a wet drag. Inside her, he'd been completely filled to the brim, hot fluid pooling deep where they'd joined.
As he withdrew, the cock softened quickly, going limp and heavy against his thigh. A steady stream of white fluid began to spill out from her parted lips, gushing down her inner thighs in thick dribble that pooled on the fur beneath her.
Even with him gone, her glistening lips kept moving, walls clenching and releasing in slow, rhythmic pulses, lips parting and pressing together around nothing, still twitching.
The only thought her brain could produce:
*So that's what mating is supposed to feel like.*
---
At the entrance, Paragus was done.
Her thighs were slick. Her hand was soaked to the wrist. Her chest heaved against the cave wall. A thin sheen of sweat covered her neck, her collarbones, her stomach.
She sat there for a long moment. Eyes closed. Breathing.
Then something in her jaw tightened. The warrior came back first. Then the general. Then the pride.
She opened her eyes. Looked down at herself, the mess, the dampness, the fur wrap twisted and pulled aside. She straightened it. Pulled the chest wrap back into place. Tugged the lower covering over her hips. Tightened the sinew belt. Wiped her hand on the inside of her thigh where it wouldn't show.
She stood. Tested her legs. Steady enough.
She looked back into the cave. The dim glow of dying embers. The sound of the Queen's breathing, deep, slow, unconscious. And him in there somewhere. Calm. As if nothing had happened.
She turned away.
"Savages."
One word. Flat. Disgusted. Aimed at both of them.
⚠️⚠️ End of explicit scene ⚠️⚠️
Paragus lifted off the ground and flew toward the river, disappearing into the dark.
Behind her, where she'd been sitting, a tiny puddle glistened on the stone. Catching the last of the firelight.
---
Inside, Goku pulled the fur covering over the Queen. Tucked it around her shoulders. She didn't stir, face down, mouth open, completely gone. He looked at her for a moment. The ring on her finger caught a dying ember's glow.
Then he turned his head toward the entrance where he could sense Paragus's ki.
*She finally left.*
He sniffed.
*...Not without enjoying the view.*
A small smirk.
He lay down beside the Queen. Hands behind his head. Stared at the cave ceiling.
*This isn't cheating. She's technically my first wife. You can't be a cheater if it's with your wife. The timeline makes it... legitimate. Bulma would understand. Chichi would... no, Chichi would kill me. But technically, technically this happened before I even met-*
He squeezed his eyes shut.
*Argh. Fuck it.*
He let out a long breath. The cave was quiet. The fire was dying. The Queen breathed softly beside him.
He closed his eyes.
And the night went on.