Prompt 7 - Cancer

This was really her own fault, she should have kept her mouth shut and not tempted the maelstrom of power that was Vegeta. Then again she could not say that she wasn't enjoying this immensely. Technically they should be on their way home by now, but of course her big mouth had to make a joking comment about how surprised she was that she can still walk after this week. The dark predatory gaze her husband had pinned her with had been enough to instantly soak her panties.

Bulma layed on her side, one leg bent at the knee for support while Vegeta leaned over her from behind, each rough thrust of his hips jolting her entire body, her breast bouncing roughly as he repeatedly slammed into her.

His breathing ragged, lips pressed into a thin line that is resting against Bulma's forehead, as his hand finds the thigh of her bent knee to press finger-shaped bruises into her soft flesh. The primal response of his inner beast to her veiled challenge is so demanding that he is only dimly aware that his thrusts are rough enough to work both of them up the mattress, towards the edge of the bed. The expensive wooden frame is squeaking in protest under his violent thrust while the blue haired minx below him is mewling mindlessly.

It's not the hot wet heat between her thighs that awakens his primal side like this, although it surely is a nice bonus, no what wins out over the snug friction of the softest skin he's ever felt around his cock is her fiery character. Her sharp tongue stirring the warrior inside of him, primal aggression bubbling like rancid dark cancer, until all he wants to do is dominate and ravage - and Bulma lets him. Enjoying this imperious part of him in a way that rips the edges of what little sanity he has left.

The lower set of her lips is gripping his shaft in a manner that feels so prodigious that his eyes threaten to roll back in their sockets, for a moment he contemplates to never leave this island, stay here buried in the pressure that is his wifes pussy, trying to suck him back in with every backwards slid of his hips and all but squeezing around his cock with every thrust back in.

When she starts pulsing and throbbing around him from her entrance upward Vegeta knows she is nearing the edge, that she will pull him over the threshold with her, and his grip on her intensifies, growling in need and anticipation of what is about to happen, chasing after their peak with frenzy.

His chest constricts with pride at how long it takes her afterwards to catch her breath.

"We really need to head home now honey."

Little does she know he already is.

fin.