Dragon Ball: Hentai-Verse

"Ready?" she asked, her eyes alight with excitement.

Kyoto nodded, his heart racing. He knew this was just the beginning.

With a feral growl, he flipped Nira onto her back, her legs spread wide open in invitation. She stared up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension. Kyoto leaned over, his cock brushing against her asshole, the tip slick with precum. He could feel her body tense, bracing for the intrusion, but she didn't protest. Instead, she reached down and spread her cheeks apart, giving him a clear view of the tight, untouched hole.

With a smirk, Kyoto lined himself up, the tip of his cock pressing against her rosebud. He pushed forward, feeling the resistance give way as he entered her. Nira's eyes rolled back in her head, a scream tearing from her throat as he filled her completely. He didn't stop, didn't give her time to adjust. He began to fuck her with a brutal rhythm, each thrust driving him deeper into her tight ass. The angel's body writhed beneath him, her moans of pleasure and pain blending into a symphony of ecstasy that echoed through the chamber.

"Oh fuck, god yes!" she screamed, her voice hoarse from the force of her cries. Her nails dug into the marble floor, leaving deep grooves as she tried to find purchase. Kyoto's hips moved like pistons, his cock a weapon of divine destruction in the hands of a very eager warrior. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the air, punctuated by Nira's cries of "more, more, more!" Each time he pulled out, she arched her back, begging for his return, and Kyoto was all too happy to oblige.

He watched as her body stretched to accommodate his size, her ass cheeks rippling with each powerful thrust. He could feel her tightening around him, her orgasm approaching like a supernova. And with a final, powerful thrust, Kyoto reached his peak, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into her. Nira's scream was almost deafening, her body convulsing as she came, her eyes squeezed shut in rapture.

For a moment, the chamber was silent except for their heavy breathing. Kyoto remained inside Nira, his cock still hard, the warmth of her insides clinging to him like a vice. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that was just as fierce as their lovemaking.

Their eyes met again, the connection between them palpable. They had crossed a line, entered a new chapter in their relationship. Nira looked up at him with a mix of awe and satisfaction, her eyes no longer those of an angel, but of a woman who had just been fucked by a god. And Kyoto, for all his power and strength, felt something new, something he hadn't felt before.

Vulnerability.

He pulled out of her gently, the loss of his cock making her whimper. Kyoto couldn't help but chuckle, his own need for release momentarily sated. He leaned down to kiss her again, this time more tenderly.

"Welcome to the harem," he murmured against her lips.

Nira's eyes fluttered open, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice still thick with lust.

But their moment of post-coital bliss was shattered by the sound of the chamber door sliding open. Gine, wearing nothing but a thin nightgown, stumbled in, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

"What's all this commotion?" she mumbled, her voice still groggy with sleep. But as she took in the sight before her—Kyoto's powerful body hovering over Nira's, the angel's legs still spread wide open and her face glistening from their vigorous encounter—the realization dawned on her.

Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of purple, a blush that Kyoto found utterly adorable. She looked between the two of them, her eyes wide with shock and curiosity. "I didn't mean to interrupt," she began, taking a step back.

But Kyoto, ever the opportunist, grinned mischievously. "Don't worry," he said, reaching out a hand to her. "There's always room for more."

Nira, still panting from their exertions, looked up at Gine with a knowing smirk. "You can't say no to an invitation like that," she teased, her voice still a little raspy from her earlier screams.

Gine hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting from Kyoto's outstretched hand to Nira's sated expression. Then, with a small nod, she accepted the invitation, letting the nightgown fall from her shoulders.

The sight of Gine's naked form was like a jolt of energy to Kyoto. Her body was a testament to the Saiyan race—slender but powerful, with curves in all the right places. Her breasts were firm, the nipples already erect from the chilly air of the chamber. Her stomach was flat, leading down to a thatch of dark hair that framed her sex.

Kyoto felt his cock begin to stir again, a testament to his Saiyan vitality. He leaned back, watching as Gine approached the bed, her movements graceful and feline.

"I'm nervous..." she began, her voice trailing off shyly.

"Don't worry," Kyoto assured her, his voice a gentle rumble. "We'll go slow."

But Nira had other ideas. She sat up, her own desires rekindled by the sight of the beautiful Saiyan warrior. "Or," she said, a glint in her eye, "we could go all out."

The angel reached out, her hand snaking around Gine's waist. She pulled her closer, their bodies touching, skin to skin. Gine gasped, her eyes wide as she felt the angel's softness against her.

Nira leaned in, her breath hot against Gine's ear. "Let us show you what it means to serve a god."

The three of them fell into a tangle of limbs, their bodies moving in a dance as old as time itself. Nira kissed Gine deeply, her tongue exploring the Saiyan's mouth as her hands roamed over her body. Kyoto watched, his cock now fully erect again, as the angel's hands found Gine's breasts, kneading them gently before moving lower.

Gine's eyes rolled back in her head as Nira's fingers found her clit, stroking it with a gentle but firm pressure. The Saiyan's breath hitched, her body responding instinctively to the angel's touch. Kyoto moved in, his mouth finding Gine's neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.

The room was filled with the sounds of their passion—moans, gasps, and the occasional giggle. It was a symphony of desire, a celebration of life and love in the face of destruction. And as they moved together, their energies melding, Kyoto knew that he had found not just a harem, but a family. A family that would stand by his side, no matter what the universe threw at them.

And so, the three of them continued into the night, exploring each other's bodies, pushing boundaries, and finding new ways to pleasure one another. It was a night of firsts for all of them—first time in the Time Chamber, first time with two lovers at once, first time for Gine to experience the full depth of Saiyan passion.

Kyoto's eyes gleamed with desire as he focused on Nira's ample ass. He had seen it many times before, but tonight, it called to him like a siren's song. He grabbed it with both hands, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, feeling her tremble beneath his touch. Gine watched with a mix of curiosity and arousal, her own hands itching to join in.

With a grin that was as wicked as it was charming, Kyoto lined up his cock with Nira's tight asshole. He pushed in, feeling the resistance give way to his unyielding girth. Nira's eyes widened, and she let out a gasp that was part pleasure, part pain. But she didn't tell him to stop—instead, she pushed back, urging him deeper.