Dragon Ball: Hentai-Verse

Her movements were sloppy, almost frantic, as if she were trying to devour him whole. Her saliva coated his length, making it shine in the dim light of the bedroom. Fasha moaned around him, her voice muffled by the thickness of his cock, sending vibrations through him that had him gripping the bed sheets tightly. "It's so fucking perfect," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. Her words were music to Kyoto's ears, and he watched in amazement as she worked him with an enthusiasm that was as surprising as it was arousing.

Gine, initially a silent observer, could no longer contain herself. She slid closer to them on the bed, her own desires flaring up like a supernova. Her eyes were glued to the scene unfolding before her, watching as Kyoto's abs clenched with each bob of Fasha's head. She reached out tentatively, her hand shaking slightly, and gently caressed Kyoto's balls, feeling their weight and heat. Her touch sent a jolt through him, and he let out a low groan of pleasure.

Fasha, noticing Gine's involvement, grew more competitive. She pulled away for a moment, her mouth a wet mess of saliva and pre-cum, and smirked up at Kyoto. "Looks like we're having a little race, doesn't it?" she said, her voice hoarse from her exertions. She resumed her task with renewed vigor, her cheeks hollowing out as she took him as deep as she could, her eyes never leaving his. The room was thick with sexual tension, the air heavy with the scent of desire.

Her movements grew erratic, her hand flying to her own clit as she tried to keep up with her own need for release. The sight of Fasha's desperation only made Kyoto harder, his hips bucking up to meet her mouth. Gine watched, her eyes wide with arousal, as Fasha's breasts bounced with every sloppy bob of her head. Gine's own hand strayed down her stomach to her own sex, her fingers tentatively exploring her folds as she watched Kyoto's reaction.

Kyoto could feel himself getting close, the pressure building in his balls. He knew he could let go at any moment, but something held him back. He pushed Fasha's face away from his cock, his eyes meeting hers. "Not yet," he said, his voice gruff with desire. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed over with lust, and he knew she was ready to give him anything he wanted. He turned to Gine, whose hand was now buried between her legs, her breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps.

With a grin, Kyoto leaned over and kissed her deeply, his hand sliding down her body to cup her firm, round ass. He felt her muscles clench around his fingers as he pulled her closer, and he knew what she wanted. He didn't need to be told twice. He positioned himself at her entrance and slammed into her with all the force of a Saiyan warrior. Gine's moan echoed through the room, her body arching back as Kyoto began to pound into her. Her pussy was so tight, so wet, and so incredibly warm. It was like nothing he had ever felt before. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her muscles clenching around him, and he knew he was in for the ride of his life.

Fasha watched from the side, her own desire growing by the second. She had wanted to be the one to bring Kyoto to climax, to claim him as her own, but now she was forced to watch as Gine took what she desired. The green-eyed monster of jealousy reared its ugly head, and Fasha's competitive spirit took over. She couldn't just stand there and do nothing while Gine enjoyed herself.

Fasha approached the passionate duo, her hand reaching for Kyoto's shoulder. "Let me taste that Saiyan power," she said with a smirk, her voice dripping with lust. Kyoto looked at her over Gine's shoulder, his eyes filled with a wild hunger. He knew what she was asking, and he knew he couldn't refuse. He pulled out of Gine with a wet pop, the sound echoing through the room. Gine gasped in surprise and disappointment, but she quickly regained her composure, knowing that this was a battle she couldn't win.

Fasha straddled Kyoto, her wet pussy sliding down his shaft until she was sitting on his cock, her legs trembling with the effort to keep herself in place. "Oh, fuck," she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and amazement. "It's so big, so hard! I've never felt anything like this before!" Kyoto's cock stretched her to her limits, filling her completely.

Gine, not one to be left out, knelt before them, her mouth watering as she took Kyoto's cock in her hand. She began to stroke him, her eyes locked onto Fasha's, challenging the other woman to see who could bring him to orgasm first. The air was thick with tension and desire as the two Saiyan females competed for Kyoto's attention, their bodies moving in a symphony of passion and power.

"Oh, fuck!" Fasha's voice echoed through the chamber as Kyoto's thick cock filled her completely, stretching her to her limits. She threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. "It's so...so...I want this forever!" Her words were a mix of a moan and a declaration, a declaration of lustful intent. She began to rock her hips, her pussy clamping down on Kyoto with every movement.

Gine watched intently, her brown eyes sparkling with a mix of arousal and determination. She leaned in, her soft, gentle mouth wrapping around Kyoto's cock, her tongue swirling around the head as Fasha bounced on him. Kyoto's eyes rolled back in his head, his hands gripping Fasha's waist tightly. "Fuck, Gine, that feels so good!" he groaned, his hips bucking up to meet Fasha's movements.

The room was filled with the sounds of passion—Fasha's cries of pleasure, Gine's eager suckling, and the wet smack of skin on skin. Kyoto's breathing grew ragged as he felt his climax building. He knew he wouldn't last much longer. He reached down, gently pushing Gine's head away from his cock. "I'm going to cum," he warned, his voice strained. Fasha's eyes widened in anticipation, and she leaned back, her body tense and ready. Kyoto roared as he erupted inside her, his seed spurting deep into her welcoming warmth.

The three of them collapsed onto the bed, their bodies sticky with sweat and cum. Gine looked up at Kyoto, her eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and longing. "Can I have a turn?" she asked, her voice small and hopeful. Kyoto, his cock still twitching from the powerful orgasm, managed a nod. Fasha grinned, knowing that she had won this round, but also knowing that the night was far from over.

After their intense lovemaking session, Kyoto's energy waned, his powerful Saiyan body succumbing to the sweet embrace of exhaustion. He collapsed onto the bed, his muscular chest rising and falling heavily with each breath. His eyes grew heavy, and a content smile played upon his lips as he drifted into a deep, much-deserved sleep. Fasha and Gine looked at each other, their expressions a blend of satisfaction and tenderness.

Gine, her gentle spirit finally at ease, snuggled closer to Kyoto, her small hand resting lightly on his chest. Her head found its place on the pillow, and she allowed her eyes to close, her thoughts swirling like a calming nebula before finally fading into the abyss of slumber. Her trust in Kyoto was unshakeable, and she felt an unspoken bond forming between the three of them, a bond that was more than just physical.

Fasha, however, remained slightly more restless, her mind racing with thoughts of battle and power. Despite the euphoria of the moment, her competitive spirit was already planning for tomorrow. She laid on the other side of Kyoto, her hand tracing the contours of his muscular frame, feeling the power that lay within him. Her ambition to become a strong warrior was a beacon that burned brightly in her heart. Her eyes, though tired, remained open, gazing at the stars outside their window—stars that seemed to whisper secrets of untapped power and unconquered galaxies.