Dragon Ball: Hentai-Verse

With a sudden burst of excitement, Nira shed her robes, revealing a body that was a stark contrast to her serene demeanor. Her blue skin was adorned with intricate, purple scars that mapped out her chaotic career. Her voluptuous curves and large breasts bounced as she moved, and the scar across her face only served to enhance her beauty in Kyoto's eyes. Her purple pupils dilated as she looked down at his cock, her own arousal clear from the way her pussy glistened with need.

"I can't wait to devour this," she said, her voice a low purr that seemed to resonate through Kyoto's very soul. Her excitement was palpable, and Kyoto felt his own desire for her grow even stronger. He had never seen such raw passion from the usually composed angel, and it was intoxicating.

Nira's hand began to stroke his cock, her touch surprisingly gentle despite her eagerness. Her blue fingers wrapped around his shaft, the coolness of her skin a stark contrast to the heat of his arousal. Her movements grew bolder, her strokes becoming longer and more confident as she watched his reaction. Kyoto's eyes rolled back in pleasure, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He could feel her power surging through her, a testament to her own excitement.

Her purple eyes gleamed with mischief as she leaned in closer, her ample breasts jiggling with every stroke. Nira's attentions grew more focused, her strokes faster and more demanding. Kyoto felt himself on the edge of release, but he knew she had more in store for him. He reached out and cupped one of her breasts, his thumb flicking over the pert nipple. She gasped, her strokes faltering for a brief moment before resuming with renewed vigor. The sound of her breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling with each exhalation.

The room was filled with the scent of desire and the electricity of unbridled power. Nira's hand never left Kyoto's cock, her grip tightening as she felt his own energy swell within him. Her eyes never left his, a silent challenge that dared him to push her even further. Kyoto met that challenge with a smirk, his hand sliding down to her waist and pulling her closer. He could feel the heat from her core, her arousal radiating.

"Look at us," she said, her voice a mix of wonder and amusement. "A Saiyan, and an angel. Who would have thought?"

Her strokes grew more deliberate, her thumb swiping pre-cum over the sensitive head of his cock before her hand slid down to the base, only to start the ascent once more. Nira leaned in closer, her blue skin seemingly glowing in the dim light of the chamber. Her dark blue nipples were erect, jiggling slightly with every stroke she gave him. The sight was mesmerizing, a dance of pleasure that Kyoto couldn't help but get lost in.

"Your cock is so big," she whispered, her eyes wide with excitement. "I can't wait to feel it inside me, filling me up and making me scream."

The words sent a shiver down Kyoto's spine. He had never heard such raw, unfiltered desire from Nira before. The angel was a force of nature in her own right, her power and poise normally unshakable, but now she was in his arms, her eyes sparkling with lust. It was a heady feeling, one that made his cock throb even more in her hand.

"You're going to love it," he assured her, his voice thick with desire. "And I'm going to make sure of it."

Nira's smile grew wicked as she leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "I know," she murmured. "That's what makes it so fun."

Their eyes locked, the air between them crackling with anticipation. The tension was unbearable, the promise of pleasure a siren's call that neither could resist. And with that, the angel leaned in and took Kyoto's cock into her mouth, her blue lips wrapping around his length in a way that made him see stars.

Her technique was unparalleled, a masterful blend of worship and hunger. Nira sucked and licked with a passion that belied her usually stoic demeanor. Her tongue danced along the underside of his shaft, teasing and tormenting as she took him deeper. Each motion was punctuated by her muffled moans, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through Kyoto's body. Her eyes watered with the effort, but she never once took her gaze from his.

Kyoto watched in awe as Nira's cheeks hollowed, her throat bobbing as she took him in further than he thought possible. The sight was more than just erotic; it was a testament to her power and her willingness to submit to him in this moment. He felt a strange mix of dominance and protectiveness, his desire for her growing with each gagging sound she made.

Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she swallowed around his cock, the sensation driving him wild. He could feel her throat constrict around him, her body reacting to the sheer size of his Saiyan form. Her hands gripped his hips, urging him deeper as she yelled, the words incomprehensible but the sentiment clear: she wanted more, she needed more. And Kyoto, ever eager to please, gave it to her.

Their connection grew stronger with each passing second, their breaths mingling in a symphony of passion. Nira's eyes, now a darker shade of blue, stared up at him as she worked her mouth, the challenge in them now replaced by a desperate need. The room was alive with the sounds of their lovemaking—the wet smack of her lips, the guttural growls of Kyoto's pleasure, and the occasional clink of their clothing as it fell away.

Kyoto's hands found purchase in Nira's hair, his fingers tangling in the soft white strands as he gently guided her rhythm. The angel took his cues eagerly, her movements growing more erratic as she approached climax. Her breasts bounced with each bob of her head, the tight peaks of her nipples begging for attention.

The pressure within Kyoto grew, threatening to spill over. Nira could sense it, her movements growing more frantic as she worked to bring him to the brink. And just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, she pulled back, a trail of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening tip.

"Fuck," he breathed, his voice strained with need.

Nira giggled, the sound musical and light despite the gravity of the situation. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a smear of pre-cum glistening on her cheek.