Lower Instinct - beginning of vegebul (+ gochi, tienlaunch)

What we started Part 2 (vegebul) ~adult

Now Vegeta lowered his hands, stroking Bulma's hips and her hands until he reached the waistband of his sweatpants. Without taking his eyes off her face, he began to slide the waistband down over his swollen cock. At the same time, Bulma put her hand on her panties - she was blushing, breathing irregularly, trembled with anticipation - and then pulled it aside with two fingers.
Vegeta exposed himself under her and then when she lifted her pelvis a bit, he adjusted so that she could immediately take a seat on him.
And then Bulma slowly lowered her pelvis again. And took a seat.
//Holy... shit...!// was the first thing that went through Vegeta's mind as this indescribable feeling shot through his limbs. His eyes widened in astonishment and he had to take a deep, open-mouthed breath.
But Bulma had to take a deep breath first too because it had been quite a while since her last sex. At first she even felt a slight pain - but the further she felt her way down, it turned into an extremely pleasant feeling.
And when she finally took in Vegeta's manhood entirety, she had to roll her eyes and gasped uncontrollably through her nose because at first she didn't know what to do with herself, what to do with these frighteningly strong feelings of happiness. She experienced such an impulsive high that she immediately released her passion by closing her eyes and began to ride Vegeta rhythmically. The mattress bounced up and down and the entire bed frame creaked suspiciously under her constant movements.
But Bulma couldn't have cared less about the background noise at that moment. Because it was none other than Vegeta, on which she let off steam!
When she felt his hands on her hips again and how he then began to move his pelvis against hers, the first sounds came over her lips and the initially voiceless gasping became louder and louder moans. "Ah... hah... hah...!"
From Vegeta himself not a peep could be heard. He leaned against the head of the bed and savored the appetizing view. As if spellbound, he stared at Bulma's femininity, at the wet edge of her panties, which was pinched in her middle and slipped up and down in constant movement. He looked up at her bobbing breasts, observed her lustful facial expressions, her open mouth. The light from the bedside lamp bathed her naked body in a soft orange and her shadow could be seen swinging on the opposite wall.
Suddenly she stopped, put her hands on his chest for a moment and then leaned back. Instead of her knees, she now put her feet on and then moved her pelvis from an angle that gave Vegeta a very deep look. He couldn't help but bare his teeth, adding an aggressive ferocity to his intoxicated gaze. The sight of her moving on top of him, the feeling she gave him... was just amazing.
One thing was certain: Bulma knew exactly what she was doing. During her skillful movements, she kept her lascivious gaze on Vegeta's face, simply enjoying seeing what her stimulations triggered on it. His whole facial expression, that fierce yet excited expression, drove her completely wild.
And that, in turn, was enjoyed by Vegeta. He held her full hips tightly in both hands, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he watched, teeth bared, how she took him in again and again, hungry for his manhood.
Then Bulma leaned towards him again, her hands finding their way over his bare chest again, straightened her back and then rolled her pelvis towards him in an erotic manner, so that her vulva repeatedly landed rhythmically over the base of his penis. She scratched her nails over his hot skin. She felt his tense muscles twitch under her hands and then, without lifting her head, shifted her gaze from his chest to his face.
Looking at him while they were doing it, his hard expression, his gaze, which was only aimed at her, showered her more and more with ecstatic feelings of happiness. She was so aroused that she was about to climax, so she had to bite her lip. She kept up the pace, but her breathing quickened, and sweat was now on her face along with the blush.
Her lustful expression and the way she teased his loins also enraged Vegeta so much that he just had to act himself.
Without warning, he suddenly bucked, wrapped his arms around Bulma, and then, hands pressed tightly on her back, rolled over with her in a flash.
"Ah!" Letting out a surprised sound, she landed on her back on the mattress, both arms raised above her head.
With her big blue eyes she looked up at Vegeta, who was now lying tightly on top of her in full body contact. She could feel that he had slipped out of her, but his subsequent actions immediately made her understand that he obviously wanted to 'get back in' as soon as possible. His right hand wandered down her side and when he reached the edge of her panties, he didn't hesitate and just began to pull them down and finally completely over her thighs. Bulma helped a little and finally kicked the cumbersome piece of laundry to the end of the bed.
Meanwhile, Vegeta pushed his waistband completely down, while Bulma - unfortunately impossible from this angle - would have liked to take a look at his exposed buttocks. Because alone in his skin-tight, dark blue combat suit he had always cut a stunning figure. While Bulma usually wore her heart on her sleeve, she had always refrained from making any comments about it. Somehow she had probably become a little more grown up and mature. Well, at least outwardly. Her thoughts about the male world were still pretty pubescent and dirty from time to time... But with a man like Vegeta, who was bursting with virile power, that was no wonder.
And Bulma should feel this power again to the full extent. Because Vegeta now positioned his pelvis between her open thighs and she could hardly wait to take him back in at any moment.
"Finally," she whispered to him as she wrapped her arms around his strong neck. "Finally, we can finish what we started..."
Vegeta didn't have anything to say about that, just returned her gaze with half-open eyes.
His left forearm rested next to her head and with his right hand he was now inserting his cock back into her. And as he did so, he watched her eyes closely, saw how glassy they were, noted how her lids widened and her pupils contracted.
Feeling him deep inside her again, Bulma arched her back and opened her mouth. A fine strand of hair clung to her wet lips and Vegeta ran his thumb over it while pushing his face closer to hers again. The tip of his nose was already brushing hers and Bulma was literally burning with lust for his hot lips. With a voiceless gasp she succumbed to the kiss that followed and immediately returned it hotly and deeply. Vegeta tilted his head, kissed her from the left, tangled his fingers in her hair, then kissed her from the right, cupping his lips over hers again. His tongue rubbed against hers, exploring her mouth, yes, literally licking it out. He would have liked to eat this woman up completely.
He kissed her with such lustful passion that Bulma had to open one eye to see if it really was him. In the dim light of the bedside lamp, she could make out the silhouette of his head, the prominent hairline and the black storm hairstyle that undoubtedly belonged to Vegeta.
As unbelievable as it still seemed, it really was VEGETA she was doing it with. Here and now. In this bed. In this night.
Bulma was so filled with happiness and lust that she could hardly stand it. With firm pressure, her hands wandered down his muscular back, her nails digging into his shoulder blades. Because while Vegeta was kissing her hard with his tongue, he thrust into her at the same interval. Again and again.
And he couldn't stop either.
His Saiyan blood boiled in his veins as the desire to dominate this woman grew immeasurably. After all these months, he could finally show her, he could finally 'fuck' her, as smutty Earthlings would say. And while that might be a flat cliché, Vegeta just felt phenomenal at that moment when he was able to demonstrate his pure manhood to Bulma. As he made her body tremble beneath him.
Because she just drove him crazy and that from day one.
Although it seemed that he was not in the least interested in her, he had always registered her presence. Be it on Namek, upon arrival on Earth, or every time they'd crossed paths at Capsule Corporation. She was a strong, highly intelligent and independent woman and radiated this with every fiber of her body.
And Vegeta was so taken with her powerful nature that he enjoyed it all the more to see her like this. A slave to her nature, her lowest instincts. Deep down he even felt the urge to say this right into her face. Here and now. That he had subjected her to her own lust, reduced her to her wildest urges.
Saiyans were warriors and not just on the battlefield. Everything in their life was a struggle, and sex was no exception. There was no way for a woman from planet Earth to guess what she was getting herself into...
Nonetheless, Bulma couldn't exactly claim to have succumbed to an unpleasant intergalactic experience.
On the contrary! Everything in her screamed for more. She was hungry for Vegeta's body, hungry for his touch, his hot kisses, his hard thrusts. She floated in a sphere of pure lust and soon only a choked sound escaped her throat, because she was hardly able to kiss Vegeta properly anymore. Her mouth didn't want to obey her anymore, she was too aroused by his penetration.
And he penetrated her more and more unrestrained, harder and faster, staring into her eyes now with an intense expression. Yes, he wanted to show her. That damned earth woman who had constantly annoyed him and disturbed his training. Who had always sought his nearness. Had taken care of him, even he didn't want to. Had increasingly provoked him with her charms. Yes, downright chummed up to him! She hadn't wanted it any other way!
"Ahh y-yes...!" Wrapping her arms around his neck, Bulma threw her head back and groaned loudly, salivating from the corner of her mouth.
She just enjoyed being taken by him so much. And part of her still couldn't realize that this was really happening. That this subtle yet powerful desire for each another, growing over months, truly culminated in redeeming sex. Though they might have different thoughts, they both clearly felt the same passion for each other. And when the thoughts evaporated, the pure nature, the lower instincts, gained the upper hand more and more, there was only the here and now for both of them, in which they united in intoxicating togetherness.
Bulma's grip on Vegeta's neck loosened, her hands once again wandered over his developed trapezius muscle and finally rested on his shoulders. She turned her head to the side, kept her eyes closed with relish and rocked back and forth on the mattress in his rhythmic thrusting movements.
She felt Vegeta with all her being, his heavy body on hers, his hot breath on her neck, his hard cock inside her depths. She spread her legs to the extreme, couldn't feel him deep enough inside her.
And when she realized she was nearing her climax again, she couldn't help but gasp his name, "Hah ah, V-Vegeta... yes..."
He didn't stop thrusting her hard and even picked up his pace once more when he too felt it wasn't going to be long.
Bulma pinched his shoulders, her fingernails scraping his bare skin. Although she couldn't spread her thighs much further, he couldn't go much deeper into her, she tilted her pelvis against him with demanding emphasis.
And when she heard a sound from him for the first time, she was sure that his orgasm was imminent.
„Hff hah..."
And judging by Vegeta's facial expression, it should be particularly intense. Because not only the grim expression indicated a strong emotional outburst, but above all his eyes, which widened, flickered strangely - and in which suddenly only the whites could be seen!
With one last strong tug from his hips, he pressed himself deep into Bulma and arched his torso in equal measure, arms outstretched, fists clenched beside her buttocks while her left leg stretched over his biceps in the air. Really every muscle in Vegeta's ecstatically quivering body tensed, the tendons in his neck stood out and then he bared his teeth and let out a wild, deep moan that was more like a growl.
„Hrrrgh... hraah...!"
"Oh yes, Vegeta, yes...!" Bulma came at the same moment, though her high-pitched voice was actually drowned out by his deep growl. Caught up in her own frenzy, she kept her eyes shut, her head still to one side, and so she hadn't been able to see his raging expression. And maybe that was just as well. Otherwise, she might have feared being buried under a giant gorilla within a few seconds...
Luckily there was nothing to worry about because Vegeta was no longer able to turn into a great ape. The completely white sclera seemed to appear on a Saiyan even when he was experiencing a particularly strong outburst of emotion.
However, Vegeta's eyes weren't the most unusual thing about this special moment. Because now, while he was in the final throes of his climax, he suddenly bent down again, slipped both hands under Bulma's back and pulled himself towards her, pressing his chest tightly against hers - so tight it almost took her breath away.
Bulma was so surprised by this sudden and very intimate hug that her emotions overturned. The fantastic sensation of orgasm was joined by a deep emotion that instantly brought tears to her eyes as she stared over Vegeta's shoulder in amazement. She felt his mouth and nose buried in her collarbone, his breath ragging out of his nostrils. And she was so overwhelmed that she too had to wrap her arms around his torso, pressing her hands tighter on his back.
For a moment, the two just lay in each other's arms in silence.
...
And as the fog of lust slowly lifted, it seemed like Vegeta was coming to his senses. His eyes returned to their normal state and his grip on Bulma's tender body slowly relaxed. He started raising his head until he could look Bulma in the eyes.
But he didn't meet her eyes at all.
Instead he stared past her face, his eyes almost perplexed. He didn't say a word. Wasn't even out of breath.
Unlike Bulma, whose chest was heaving violently beneath his. Her skin was hot and glistening with sweat, and with every breath her chest pressed tightly against his. Even though Vegeta wasn't looking at her, she couldn't stop looking at him. His expression suggested that he was beginning to realize what he had just done.
But why didn't he look at her? Why was he avoiding her gaze?


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