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Nightmaregoddess

Nightmaregoddess

Super-Earth
Joined
Aug 16, 2010
Location
Iowa
Barely two weeks had passed since Uuna had lost her ship during pursuit of a wanted criminal on Torgon. She and her partner had leveled half a city trying to pin him down, but he was as smart as he was repulsive. His name was Koduno, and he not only escaped, but sabotaged their ship on his way off world. Now they were stuck with this little gunboat barely big enough for two. That was until they captured him and used the money to buy everything they could ever want.....twice.

Uuna sat with one leg slung over the arm of the pilot's chair. Her cheek leaning against her fist. She hadn't even bothered to put on clothes save for her underwear due to a busted AC unit. So their she sat, sweating and waiting for the navigations tracer to begin transmitting. Her spiky black hair clinging to her damp, muscular shoulders. Her tail flipped unconsciously, smacking against the side of her chair.

The navigations console began chirping. She pressed the button lazily. They were just an hour away from the last coordinates of their tracer when it went dormant. If they didn't get the signal soon they were screwed out of a ship and a bounty. She sighed and spun her chair around.

"Hey! Get out of the shower already! I am bored, something a Saiyan should never be!" Her tail increased the pace of it's flicking. "If you don't hurry then I'm coming in there and we won't get anywhere!" She waited ten seconds. "Fuck this." She stood up and made her way to the back of the small ship where her green-skinned partner was showering.
 
Showers were such a wonderful sensation. Namek had been brought back miraculously after Freeza had been obliterated. It'd been by a power greater than the Dragonballs. Some considered it a divine intervention. Though the universe-warping power that had done such a thing caused certain little changes to occur. Like the slender, feminine thing in the shower right now. A green-skinned, asexual being with a slightly plumped out chest and pink skin markings on her stomach, arms, and thighs. She was bald, save for the two antennae popping up from her forehead. Unlike a human though, she had no nipples, nor waste expulsion orifices. Being a species that subsisted on water only, her chest was merely an indication of how much water she'd been storing. In human terms, she was a B-Cup, which meant about a day's worth of water was there in case of emergencies. So to her, showering was kind of like swimming in food. But the soft pulsations of the water on her skin made it feel wonderful despite the oddity of the realization.

Soap suds covered a majority of her body when she heard the Saiyan she traveled with was getting antsy. So Antsy she was coming in. Growling, she quickly tried to rinse herself off before the door opened. But the Saiyan beat her to the punch and the door opened while she was getting the last off her body, standing stark naked and blinking in the sight of the scantily clad woman. "Geeze... Really need to get you a puzzle cube or something..." She muttered, going back to washing up. Lather rinse, REPEAT. That was the instructions, after all.
 
When Uuna slid the shower door open Dizi was just rinsing off. It was a very nice visual. Her green skin glistening as the water ran down, splashing against the pink areas on her body. It made Uuna's stomach tighten as the phallus inside her began to throb. She was a rare breed of female Saiyan that in fact, had been thought extinct for a couple hundred years before her birth. She could breed with other women, her progeny still retaining full Saiyan DNA. In ancient times her kind were used to infiltrate entire populaces with sleeper agents, warriors who would upon a Ki based command, activate and destroy the world of their birth. Now she just enjoyed the vices of screwing both men and women. She bit her lip and shook her head as Dizi continued washing.

"Ah now. Remember what happened when you got me that...video game?" It had taken exactly thirteen minutes for Uuna to get so enraged at it that she melted it into a puddle of plastic and metal. "You know that a Saiyan only gets lasting appeasement from two sources." She let a little Ki crackle off her, just enough to ruffle the shower stream and blow the soap suds off her Namekian partners body. "Fighting we do all the time. And one of these days my infectious personality will get the other out of you." A loud whine came from the pilot cabin. She snaked her hand out and gave Dizi a playful smack on her rear. "Come on. That sounds like the tracer signal. I'll have to shower later." Uuna headed back, feeling thoroughly heated up. Dizi's physique wasn't the only attraction she had. Her complete lack of modesty reminded her of her own race, on top of that the green skin had some serious potential.

"Yes! Baby we got it! Just as we thought....Torgon V." She shouted. "Tropical, heavy vegitation, uninhabited save for various criminals, raiders, and isolationist colonies." She flicked through the planet info. "Hah! Check this out! Omega hazard warning for extremely deadly natural predators!" She slapped the console. "Looks we got our work cut out for us!" She set the autopilot and headed back to slip into her gear.
 
Uuna was showing again, as the thing between her legs had begun to throb. She was a curiosity among the Saiyans, but she'd proved to be a good friend... Despite some of her more destructive tendencies. That video game system and everything had cost her a lot of work on Earth, but was totally nuked in far less time than it took to set up. Which was why she couldn't get the woman nice things anymore. Nice things got wrecked by the savage woman. Being a healer-caste Namekian herself, she was into nice things, and keeping things whole. In fact, she was far less aggressive than the woman that wanted her only for sex and as a combat partner. Uuna had trained her very well though, and she was grateful for the fact that the woman had gotten her power up to beyond that of even warrior-caste Namekians. In return, she had to travel with her, and help her with her work. Despite the problems in their personalities, Dizi honestly liked Uuna, if only because she was amusing even if brutish.

Dizi followed calmly, knowing the warning wasn't dire from the tone. She picked up her clothes, and a towel, drying herself off from head to toe while she walked. Her pointed ears took in the sound of uuna's excitement and declarations. "You know 'extremely hazardous has been a bit of a misnomer in the past. It could be power levels anywhere between 8000 to 21,000." She bluntly stated, pulling on the long, flowing dress that was in two parts, one white and one black, embroidered fancily with gold and red. Then came the shirt, which mimicked the bottom, each side taking on a triangular shape as the black side was pointed up to wrap over her shoulder, while the white dangled off downward. "So we're not likely going to be too challenged... Especially if the moon is showing."
 
"Ah yes. We both know that always ends well..." Uuna said with a grin. All Saiyans were terrors under the moonlight. But she actually jumped at the chance to turn, rather than using it as a last resort. As she passed Dizi she noted the outfit she wore. It still seemed so alien to the Saiyan to wear such finery when it was likely to get ruined. And it couldn't possibly be combat effective. Though it did add to the exotic quality of her partner, something she enjoyed very much. She tapped her overhead and pulled out her armor. The classic Saiyan battle armor with some minor modifications to accentuate her amble bust. Her armor had been painted red and gold rather than the typical blue and white. She thought it looked better when she Ascended. It stretched over her and form-fitted perfectly, the same with her gauntlets, boots, and tights. Oddly enough she didn't wear the kind that exposed her thighs, she felt it enhanced her presence a little more. Perhaps the only aesthetic over sensual option she'd ever made.

"You think there would actually be any natives with power levels over eight thousand?" She asked excitedly. She hadn't scanned her own power level in some time, but she knew it would take 21,000 at least for her to enjoy the fight. "Koduro is what? Eighty? Ninety thousand? I mean I didn't get a chance to scan the little bastard because he's so fast. But he did level the half of the city we didn't...." Once her armor was situated she joined Dizi again. Her blood was boiling, just thinking about action. "Rrrrgh. Forty minutes? Way to long!" She started tapping her foot impatiently.

"How the hell do you stay so collected all the time?!" She directed towards Dizi. "I know your primarily a healer. But with your potential you can manhandle most average to seasoned warriors out there. How doesn't the battle lust get to you?" It was natural to a Saiyan, the will to fight. To pit ones strength against another. The greater the challenge, the greater the desire. Some of her kind would die to find a true challenge, in fact meeting such a challenge would only make them stronger, and in turn increase the lust. It was a circle that consumed many of her people, willingly at that. So it was hard for her to understand the aliens of the galaxy, holding such power and not the desire to use it.
 
"Well isn't the word I'd use, but it does add quite a lot to your power." The Saiyan ability to turn into a feral megabeing of hairy rage and raw power was respected through the galaxy. Respected by those that used it at least. Feared by most. There was even a way to invoke such a change. Quite frankly it was overpowering, but ultimately graceless. Probably the most amazing part was the fact that the battle armor still stretched to fit such an incredible size change. It actually made her wonder why they had sizes for the things. Also she was half-surprised whenever Uuna decided to go into battle completely clothed. Granted, Uuna was a brute, often lusty, and less the subtle in all her attributes, but with all the ferocity and desire to fight, she wasn't as horrible as people might think of the warrior woman.

"Not likely. That level is pretty rare. We might come across one or two examples, but that's it. They may not even be hostile if they are sentient. If we simply show them that we're after a dangerous criminal, we can probably even get assistance." Despite their talk of power levels, Dizi was not one to really care about the exact numbers. Mainly because she felt the power level instead. It was a more natural way than the Saiyans had, which involved scanning something that could be suppressed. She'd heard that the efforts of Freeza in the past had been stopped by people who could hide their power levels from the scanners, manipulating his cocksure attitude. "He's more powerful than you are. With our combined effort, we could take him much more easily. But you keep jumping the gun and getting him into one-on-one combat. You two keep beating each other to within an inch of your lives. It's barbaric."

Though their encounters with Koduro had been mutually destructive, they'd both gained a lot of power from their near-death experiences. There was something odd about the way their race accepted healing that made them come back far stronger, but only when they experienced the true terror of death's approach. So there was no casually stabbing Uuna, reviving her, and repeating for infinite power. Besides, Dizi disliked aggression. Much to Uuna's dismay of course. "Sage taught us all to keep our emotions in check at all times. Being calm is beneficial to everyone, even warriors. A clear mind makes a fight easier. We do not feel the battle lust in the same light as your kind do. For us, that lust is the path to oblivion."
 
"Awww....but that is the fun part!" She was referring to Dizi's 'Jumping the gun'. The Saiyan term would be more akin to 'Engaging the opposition'. But it just wasn't in her nature to team up on an opponent. Though she would never admit it that may be the only way they were going to take Koduro in the end. If it came to that, if neither her Ascended Super Saiyan form or her Ape form could not defeat him then teamwork was the only option left. As they could no longer afford to keep tracking him under their current conditions. "And if barbaric is the term you'd use, I'd counter with invigorating!" She laughed out loud at the thought of every time they'd fought to the brink of death.

"Ah. A calm mind does offer clarity indeed. But no drive comes from clarity. Through passion I gain purpose. Through purpose I gain strength!" She clenched her fist in front of her, Ki starting to radiate lightly from her skin as she riled herself up. "And through strength, my chains are broken. You see? Passion frees me." She looked at Dizi, her eyes glowing. "If Oblivion is the price I must pay for that freedom. Then I pay it with interest...." She took a breath. Her body was trembling with excitement. A little too much. At this rate she might accidentally break something. She dropped to the ground, crossing her legs and closing her eyes to meditate.

"Your sages sound very wise. It's too bad they exist on the opposite end of the spectrum from Saiyans." She grinned. "I wonder how powerful a Namekian raised as a Saiyan could become?" She had heard legends of incredibly powerful Namekians. Tales of something called a Super Namek. Though they sounded hoaxy. Realizing such a line of thought only aggravated her mental state further she changed the subject. "Fine then. When we do find him. What strategy would you suggest?"
 
"The easiest strategy would be an ambush. He's alone, and it won't be long before he has to rest and drop his guard. I haven't felt him lower his power level yet, so it should be easy to pick him out of the crowd, even on that planet. His power should dwarf anything nearby him by far. So we track him, wait for an idea opportunity, and end him in a decisive blow. He's used to your tactics... Or lack thereof. There's no reason why he wouldn't assume you're coming after him. We could even use that to our advantage." She sat on the floor alongside Uuna, legs crossed and a picture of perfect poise. She was balance, Uuna was extremity. Their yin-yang combination "Then, once we're done, we can go back so we can finally relax for a while. This opponent has been troublesome."

"I suppose option two would be to let you rush in and fight him to the point where you're both on death's door again. When his power wanes below my own, I can slip in and end him myself. Of course, your pride would never allow that so I'd have to wait until you were too weak to oppose me. I'd have to end it quickly so I could keep you alive though." She sighed, thinking through that conundrum. Either way was a loss. Because as soon as she 'stole' Uuna's fight, the Saiyan would hold her in contempt. Even if everything went perfectly... Koduro dead, Uuna healed from near death and thus more powerful, and back in home for tea and meditation... Uuna would still hate her for interfering. Saiyan pride was an inconvenient thing.

"Option three would be for me to fight him first." That was her least favorite option. She was no coward, but Dizi knew the odds. Koduro was indeed stronger than her. She was a... What was that word? Krillin? Raditz? She couldn't remember, but it essentially was considered more of an annoyance in battle than an asset, no matter how strong they got. "I could take his power level down enough that you would have a strong upper hand and likely win. The bad part is I wouldn't be able to use my healing abilities should things go out of our control." Her healing powers, however great, could not heal her outside of normal Namekian regeneration.
 
"See Dizi? That is why I enjoy your company." Uuna smiled. Ever the voice of reason and logic her Namekian was. Perhaps it was her own much more simplistic viewpoints and intellect that made Dizi's so exotic and impressive. It was sexy. Even though the Namek was less powerful than her class of Saiyan, she could be just as dangerous. Where Uuna used brute force, Dizi used strategy to take down much stronger opponents. In a roundabout way that made her quite the opponent. "You are a respectable warrior...and healer I suppose. We may differ on methods, but the result is honorable victory on both sides." She was sufficiently cooled off now. Her tail only lightly smacked the floor. Uuna glanced to her partner.

"Of course that luscious green skin of yours only adds to the allure." She leaned back and laid out flat, stretching her legs out. "And the way your ass plumps up when you do that thing with your hip. And the way your antennae twitch when I irritate you....." Uuna was starting to lose herself to fantasy when she realized that would only reverse what she'd just been meditating for. She jumped up and started punching the air. She needed to blow off some steam bad.

"How much time left before we hit Torgon V?" She asked, not really wanting to know but unable to suppress her curiosity. "Wait! Don't tell me! Screw this. This isn't going to work I need to burn!" She tensed her body, causing her veins to expand and her muscles to clench down. Her pulse quickened and she planted her feet shoulder width, crossing her fists just below her naval. She growled as she focused her Ki. She let it roil and churn inside her until bolts of yellow began to dance around her in the air. She couldn't go Super inside this ship, it would destroy it. Instead she continued to release her Ki until she rode the verge of Ascension. And then she held it there, riding the line. Filling the cabin with her Ki as she burnt off her excess energy.
 
This was bad. Uuna was overflowing with energy again. While any Saiyan could get close to ascension and be fine with the level of power they got, Uuna had gone over that precipice and already hit upon the state of Super Saiyan. Uuna was a good person, and enthusiastic, but she didn't know how to really control herself or her power. Saiyans just let it go and enjoied every moment of it. While that was all well and good most of the time, one a ship in space, there was a bit less room for excessive displays of undirected energy. That was why she'd been trying to get Uuna to enjoy video games, or puzzles. Anything to keep her calm. But her impatience had only gotten things melted and destroyed. If the overflowing power didn't get solved soon, there might be a big hole in the side of their craft.

Dizi got up and stood behind Uuna, then embraced her, holding the two together tightly. One arm wrapped about her shoulders, the other crossed down over her abs. Uuna was much taller, so Dizi had to press her cheek between Uuna's shoulderblades. "Come on now... Calm down Uuna. Find the quiet in your mind." Everyone knew meditative things did not work well for the particular Saiyan she was holding. Her hand twitched a little bit, moving over from hip to Uuna's bulge, still apparent even in the suit. "D-Don't use this an an excuse to get me to do things for you..." She muttered, fingers tenderly dancing over the flesh, knowing that, if anything, Uuna could focus herself on two things so completely that she could outdo a sage in terms of concentration and dedication: Fighting... and sex. Being Namekian, she wans't sure what sex entailed exactly, but she knew it had to do with pleasing a certain part of the woman. "I'll do this for you once, okay?"
 
Uuna had somehow gone over the edge and not realized it. That was a massively shameful thing, to lose control so easily. It just went to show how badly she needed to blow off steam. As she stood there, gritting her teeth her hair turned golden and stood up. She had a full bodied head of hair so it kind of spiked straight up in the middle, creating a sort of huge fauxhawk. It felt good though, her body only a step away from it's peak. Her eyes glowing the same yellow as her Ki. And then delicate hands wrapped around her. She bit her lip and her energy faltered, loosing force for a moment as those small fingers moved over her hip and shoulders. Then she lost it entirely when Dizi's hand moved between her thighs. She slumped slightly as the yellow went out of her eyes and her spiky hair fell back down.

"Dizi?" She asked. She wanted it so bad. But she had not expected the Namek to give over so soon. Of course, even if she wanted to she could not possibly quell the swelling bulge in her tights. This far, in her present state, it was too much. She spun around and moved the Namek against the wall. She braced her hands against said wall and kissed her little green friend deeply, her tongue exploring her mouth and savoring the taste of Namekian. "Are...you....sure?" She asked between kissing, her hand already beginning to explore Dizi's exceptional form. She didn't have the grace or delicacy Dizi had, but she moved with passionate strength, being careful not to hurt the Namek.

"Hmm...maybe I should have that shower after all?" She pulled away and grinned, she just loved the way that green skin looked when wet.
 
The caress seemed to help, almost instantly killing the ascension before it got out of hand and risked harming their ship. One simple touch, and Uuna had seemed to calm drastically. Dizi could say it was an effect of being healer caste... But it wasn't. It was just the sudden surprise and the unusual warmth that Dizi felt holding Uuna, even if she was touching a lewd place. Even though she'd seen the size of the thing that was so unusual about the female Saiyan, it somehow felt bigger now that her hand was right there. Was it... Throbbing? But that sensation didn't last, as Uuna spun around and pinned the Namekian to the wall with a dull thud. Uuna was being soft and gentle though, which meant she wasn't going to hurt anything, least of all Dizi. Dizi had seen a kiss before, but was unprepared for the one that landed on her lips. It was a moment before she realized it was one, then a total moment of confusion as she found a tongue slithering in her mouth, making her squeak softly.

Finally the question had come. "Yes. I'm sure. Just this once. I know it's been a long, long time since you've had a chance to... Unload... I can't have you going in there with anything less than your top form... So yes. Just think of it as... Well... A different kind of healing."
 
"Healing huh?" Uuna smiled. "I should....get hurt...more often!" She said between kisses before scooping the Namek up and carrying her back to the shower. She plopped Dizi down on the couch and turned on the water, giving it a chance to heat up. Then she turned around, and with all the guile of a predator she pulled off her chest armor, tossed it aside, and crawled over her partner. It felt good to get her ample bust free of constriction, though the armor was comfortable sometimes she just liked being free. She held there for a moment, savoring the experience. Dizi, looking so ravishing beneath her. She was so clean, so proper. A stark contrast to the sweaty, lusty Saiyan above her.

"This will be your first time won't it?" She asked. Lust demanding she get going, but respect and manners telling her to slow down. "Well we have some time. Let's do this right." She leaned in and kissed the Namekian deeply, savoring every exquisite flavor of her skin and saliva. As the shower heated up steam began to fill the room, adding to the sweat on Uuna's body. She ran her right hand down Dizi's side, cupping her buttocks firmly before sliding over and between her thighs. A single digit ran up and down against her slit through the fabric of her dress. She didn't know if such actions had pleasurable effects for Namek's, but it turned her on nonetheless.
 
"Told you... Just once." She growled some, though with a certain weakness that showed that despite the unusual physical feeling and the odd circumstances surrounding it all, Dizi wasn't completely cold to the heated advance of the Saiyan woman. Hermaphrodite would be the clinical term Dizi would use, but she'd learned long ago that due to the usual gender binary focus, that hermaphrodites preferred to be considered "he" or "she" based on personal preferences. Considering the Saiyan's assets and how they were projected, Uuna was more proud of the "her" side. They wound up quickly in the personal room, where they both slept, relaxed, and took care of personal needs. Their ship wasn't big enough to have more than one room, so they shared. Something in retrospect, Dizi felt might have contributed to the Saiyan's overwhelming desire towards her.

"Namekians are asexual. Only the healer and scientific castes ever even find out what sex entails, and not even then do all of them learn. So yeah... It's a first time." She tried to sound irritated with the Saiyan's question, but looking up at the sweaty woman above her, she simply felt apprehension. Yes, she knew one part went in another, and despite her asexual nature, she had the part needed to go with Uuna's male appendage. This time, she was ready for the kissing, her lips moving unusually clumsily for what was usually a graceful and controlled being. Her only example was a crude and rough Saiyan, so it was all she could imitate. She jolted with a muffled squeak of panic when she felt something touch that very spot Uuna was going to enter. But she calmed herself, thinking it was about to happen.
 
That squeak told her what she needed to know. She worked her hand beneath Dizi's dress to touch her bare, smooth skin. Her middle finger once again slid between the soft folds of her slit. She continued kissing the greenskin, lowering her body until her breasts ballooned against the smaller woman's chest. Due to Dizi's obvious apprehension, and irritation it was clear she expected a somewhat rough, quick effort on her part. That was against everything she loved about sex. She gently peeled away Dizi's clothes as she continued massaging her mound, hoping to build something of a lust in her as well. Otherwise it was a pity-fuck. And Uuna would not be pity-fucked. Once she had Dizi nude she stood up and moved to the shower. Peeling off her own clothes until she too stood stark. Though the difference was clear as her meaty shaft stood fully erect and hard as rock, springing with each throb.

"Alright. Shower-time." The steam had nearly filled the whole room now. She lead Dizi into the pouring water, anxious to see and touch her skin when soaked wet and glistening.
 
Dizi gasped, her back arching as something slipped into her slit. From the feel, it wasn't the meaty thing that had been resting between her legs. But the smaller intrusion was gentle, softer, the kissing becoming more fluid and mutual. There was a flare in Dizi's normally well-controlled power level each time the finger passed over one of six certain points in her womanhood. Only five could be reached via finger, but it didn't matter, each one made her gasp and moan, and especially blush at the lusty noise coming from her. That was unexpected on her end, as she felt she was just going to be ravaged real quick, so Uuna could get her finish and be sated. It hit on her that Uuna wanted her to want to screw around as much as she had... And it was working no matter what she tried to do about it. The feelings and thoughts had been o distracting she hadn't even noticed she'd had her clothes slipped off, not ripped like she'd expect.

"Since when did you have self-control..." She muttered in amazement when she finally had the ability to stand up, Uuna already in the shower. She was blushing again as she slipped in behind Uuna in the shower, covering her chest and slit with her arms, despite already having been touched and toyed with, she was still shy about being naked. The hot water felt wonderful again, and she was able to breathe a small sigh of relaxation as water began cascading down her body.
 
"I have my moments..." Uuna teased as Dizi slipped in behind her, shyly covering her privates from view. "Oh dear that won't do at all!" She closed the distance between them and for the first time she got to feel Dizi's fully naked form against hers. Uuna was hard, her muscles well formed and it showed. So Dizi felt good against her. She pressed against her, kissing her again, trailing her lips down her neck and to her collar. The whole time her cock was pressed firmly against her partners body. It was throbbing almost painfully, she would need to use it soon, but she wasn't done playing, and they still had decent time. She spun the Namek around slowly and hugged her close. Her right hand slid down her pink abdomen to continue its work between her thighs, while her left massaged her swollen chest. Conveniently her cock was aligned perfectly to slid between her thighs, there she assisted her fingers by rubbing it back and forth against her slit.

"Tell me Dizi....how does it feel?" She kissed her neck and shoulders, sometimes lightly grazing her with her teeth. Her breathing was getting heavy as the throbbing in her cock became more and more uncomfortable, and her restraint was stretched to it's limits.
 
Their kissing this time lasted only a short bit, before she stared feeling them trail down her body. Shivering, she bit her lip nervously before she was spun about, rear out as she braced herself against the wall. Even with her legs together, her hips were wide enough that her slender, shapely legs left a spot just big enough where Uuna's cock had slipped through, barely grazing her slit and showing up between Dizi's legs, throbbing and grinding. Her normally serious voice was soft and high, her groans and moans sounding so girly compared to her usual demeanor. All the touching and rubbing was driving her over the edge of her usual limits, and she was finding herself rubbing her thighs together, making the cock move more and more between them. "N-Nngh..." She whimpered, when asked how she felt. "J-Just please... H-hurry up..." She demanded weakly, trying to stay irritated, trying to sound not into it. But she was a bad liar with a thicker, sweet liquid dripping from within her and as constant coos of pleasure.
 
"Very well..." To tell the truth Uuna couldn't refrain much longer anyways. She cocked her hips back and angled herself against Dizi. The head of her phallus rubbed in between her slit and with a gentle, yet forceful thrust she buried six inches of her shaft inside the Namek. "Oh by the ancients!" She moaned. Dizi's insides wrapped around her like a hot, throbbing blanket. She slowly pushed deeper, groaning as more and more of her shaft was swallowed. "Are you okay? Does it hurt?" She asked, not wanting to break her partner on accident.

"You feel incredible....Dizi." She wanted to thrust so badly, but dared not until she knew it was safe to do so. So her cock remained, half hidden inside the Namek's body, still throbbing powerfully. She distracted herself with the rest of Dizi's body, caressing and massaging her pink spots, exploring every inch of her as she waited for permission to continue.
 
This was it. Dizi gritted her teeth, expecting something horrible or mean. Instead, she got stuffed half-full with Saiyan cock. The six throbbing inches pressed into five of her spots at once, making her head roll back, mouth agape as she screamed out in pleasure. Her full power was showing for that small moment of overwhelming feeling, white energy rolling off her wet body as she couldn't help but squeeze the thing inside her. It kept sliding deeper and deeper, until it hit the limit of what could be pushed in, touching her sixth and final spot. She cried out, yelping as she was getting all six spots pressed at once, making her squirm and wetten considerably. "N-n-nggh... U-Uuna..." She gasped and held on to what she could. Her hips slide further down on the thing until it was so deep her rear was firmly pressed to Uuna's hips. The pressure on that sixth spot made her blush and moan all the more. "I-I'm fine... Nnngh..." He body trembled, just having it inside her driving her sex wild.
 
Uuna gasped as the Namek slid down her shaft until she was entirely consumed. She had never been with a woman who could take her full length before, it was incredible. Heat surrounded her, the steam and water of the shower on the outside, and Dizi's flesh on the inside. Even more arousing was the way Dizi was losing control. The white energy pulsing from her skin like waves of ecstasy was invigorating, saturating, and exciting all at once. She bit her lip, buried her face in Dizi's neck, placed one foot up on the ledge of the shower, and pulled out until only her head was inside. She wanted to see her cock, the Namekian's Ki rolling over it at the same time as her pussy juices.

"Here I come love...." With a strong, but careful thrust she slid all the way in again, then started pumping in and out at a steady pace. "Oh...oh gods...." She whispered, it felt so good she wanted to die like this. She continued on and on, pulling out slowly and pounding back in at different paces and speeds. She held tightly to Dizi's hips, to make sure nothing happened, and because she just loved how sexy it looked. Every time that green ass met her pelvis she felt a little more complete inside.
 
Dizi was now stuck, impaled on the cock as it began to shift in and out of her, being thrust about in a way that never did any two feel the same. The only similarity was the fact that it went all the way in, pressing deep into her each time. Her ki seemed to grip at the cock, rolling off of it as if it were an extension of her own body. It was so consuming that the white energy slowly surrounded Uuna as well, until they were enveloped in the energy, Dizi panting and moaning each time it was thrust inside her. Each thrust made her energy flare up, stronger and larger than before. She could barely recognize it since her head was awash with pleasure, but her power level was rising from being screwed. It could hardly be called screwing though. Uuna had called her 'love,' which made Dizi only blush more as she was used to satisfy the woman. "Ahhhn.... It... It feels so good... P-please... Oooohna... Please keep going... Please... L-Love..."
 
After a few minutes her partners aura surrounded them both, yet it was intensifying. As though the act of pleasure was releasing some hidden potential, or heck maybe sex made Namekians stronger like near death experiences worked for Saiyans. It didn't matter and was quickly gone from her thoughts as she began picking up the pace.

"You...sound...like you...are enjoying....yourself Dizi..." She feebly managed to speak through gasps and moans. Hers were husky and bestial, they sounded so dark in comparison to the effeminate moans of her partner. Though those moans were driving her crazy. She'd never heard the Namek sound like this, she was always so serious. But now she was writhing against Uuna's motions.

"Dizi...." She moaned as the Namek begged her to continue, and turned her pet name around on her. It surprised her, giving pet names was a habit of hers, nothing serious. But it sounded so right coming back at her. She started thrusting faster, her hips beginning to make wet slapping sounds as their bodies connected. She was leaking pre-cum now, she could tell because it was lubricating her shaft, and being washed away in copious amounts by the shower. Under normal circumstances she could last much longer, and even now she could go several times. However it had been some time since she'd last 'had some', and her hips were beginning to shake.
 
"Ahhhnnn!"She yelped, not even able to make a coherent comment anymore. Her inner walls were clamping down on the massive thing inside her, all of her training making her easily able to create a strong friction, making them both feel every little detail of their union grinding through her body. Water cascaded down their bodies, cleaning them even in the act of something so dirty. The thrusting motions made the Namekian moan and yell, unable to hold back anymore of her resistance to the pleasure that was being shoved up inside her.

Dizi felt some warm pressure building up inside her, her hips shaking along with the Saiyan's. It was easy to tell she was trying not to cum, not sure what the sensation was. Her inner walls throbbed on the member inside her, forming an almost watertight seal. "U-Uuna..." She managed to gasp, her head sinking as her breath grew weak as did her voice. Despite her weakness, the white energy around them was growing, literal waves of power rolling over Uuna, sliding up her body in a full-body massage.
 
Uuna's hips were shaking powerfully now as she held on, trying to milk every moment she could out of this situation. Dizi had started squeezing down on her shaft with her internal muscles. This caused even more friction, and in turn driving Uuna even closer to the edge. Meanwhile, the Namek's white Ki was practically filling the cabin. It wasn't hostile though, it was oddly relaxing, soothing. It made her feel so comfortable and loose that it was actually robbing her of the fortitude to hold on. She couldn't anymore, several months of pent up seed boiled up from her insides and with a growl she thrust as deep as possible, her strong hands pulling Dizi upright and holding her tightly against her like she was going to fly away.

"Oooh....Fucking....DIZ!" She growled as she started to climax. Her hips bucking like an angry animal as she emptied an incredible load inside her partner. She came so hard that her cock actually swelled up with every pulse of semen. She came for what seemed like forever, pumping rope after rope of pearly black semen deep inside Dizi's body. She emptied quarts if not more into the Namek, though her mind was so hazy with climax that she couldn't, and didn't bother thinking about it.
 
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