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Frieza's fingers dug into the cracked earth, his clawed nails scraping against rock as he dragged himself upright. Blood, his own, dripped from a split lip, painting the ground in lurid violet. His breath came in ragged, unsteady bursts, each one betraying the impossible truth, he lost.
"How humiliating!" The words tore from his throat like a curse. His hands shook, not from pain, no, pain was beneath him, but from sheer, scalding fury. "Me! Beaten by a monkey!" The last word twisted into a snarl, venomous enough to melt steel.
Goku, sudden as a lightning bolt, shirtless, sweat gleaming on his chest, his fingers clamping around Frieza's throat like iron bands. The air left Frieza's lungs in a choked gasp, his vision narrowing to those dark, unreadable eyes. "Even now," Goku growled, voice low and rough with exhaustion, "you haven't learned an ounce of humility, have you, Frieza?"
Frieza sneered but froze when Goku's other hand snapped up, two fingers pressing against his lips. His instincts screamed to bite down, but something, something primal, held him still. "Ahhh," he exhaled mockingly, breath hot against Goku's calloused skin, tongue flicking out in slow defiance to taste the salt and dirt clinging there. The flavor was bitter, electric. Like defeat.
Goku didn't flinch. His grip tightened, forcing him to meet his gaze, the same way one might handle a feral beast, wary yet unyielding. "You should know your proper place…" he murmured, voice rough enough to scrape scales off Frieza's pride."…on your knees!" He put Frieza back down on his knees. Goku pulls out his cock.
Frieza's breath hitched, not in rage, not in disgust, but in something far more unsettling. His fingers twitched, still slick with his own blood, before they curled around Goku's length without thought, without permission. The pulse of heat beneath his palm sent an unfamiliar jolt up his spine. "What is this?" His voice wavered, high-pitched, almost shrill. "I'm Lord Frieza!"
Goku's smirk deepened, thumb brushing the edge of Frieza's cracked lower lip. "You can't fool me, Frieza. I see the hunger in your eyes." Frieza's throat worked, the denial dying on his tongue as his own body betrayed him. His hand moves around Goku's dick possessively.
Goku grabbed Frieza's head, no hesitation, and pulled him forward with a force that sent stars bursting behind his eyelids. Frieza choked, gagged, his hands digging uselessly into Goku's thighs as the head of his cock hit the back of his throat. The taste of salt and musk flooded his senses, overwhelming, intoxicating. "Enough waiting! Choke on this "Monkey's" cock!"
Frieza's vision blurred, his lungs burned, and yet - his own cock throbbed violently against the the ground, slick with something dark and shameful. His hands scraped against Goku's skin, not to push away, but to anchor himself, as if the humiliation was the only thing keeping him from floating away. The wet, obscene sounds filled the ruined battlefield, louder than the distant crumbling of rocks.
"How many, Frieza?" Goku's voice cut through the haze, harsh, almost unrecognizable. "How many others did you make worship you like this? Only to wipe out their civilization soon after?" Frieza tried to laugh, but all that escaped was a choked gasp, spit dripping down his chin.
Goku lets go of Frieza's head for him to answer. "Countless." The words rolled off his tongue like a confession, bitter and slick with saliva. His lips curled. "Not just the monkeys, but the meatians, namians, those fish people, and even those money-grubbing clorfos…" His voice cracked, not in shame, but something worse, arousal.
Goku's palm came down on his cheek with a sharp crack. It wasn't punishment, not really. It was correction. Like Frieza was a petulant student who had missed the point. His cock twitched against Frieza's bruised lips. "Now, it's your turn to worship the cock of your conqueror."
Frieza's tongue dragged wetly along the underside, tasting the musk and sweat clinging stubbornly to Goku's skin. He swallowed thickly, the humiliated tremble in his fingers curling around Goku's thighs. "Are you enjoying this, Monkey?" he purred seductively. "Do you like punishing my throat?"
Goku chuckled darkly, gripping Frieza's head. "Your mouth is a pretty good fuck, Frieza," he murmured. "Makes me curious about your other hole."
Suddenly, Goku flipped him over effortlessly, slamming his face into the cracked earth hard enough to send a tremor through the battlefield. Dust and loose pebbles skittered away as Frieza's ass lifted instinctively, exposed in a way that made his skin burn hotter than his own energy blasts.
Goku's calloused palm connected with his bare flesh, once, twice, each smack ringing through the ruined landscape with obscene clarity. Frieza hissed through gritted teeth, the sting igniting something deeper, something addictive. "Your asshole is just begging to be fucked," Goku growled, kneading the taut muscle roughly. Frieza shuddered, tail twitching like a trapped serpent.
Goku's tongue dragged a slow, wet stripe from his taint to the base of his spine. The sensation was electric, humiliatingly so, and Frieza bucked against the earth, fingers clawing uselessly at shattered rock. "Lick my ass, you filthy monkey!" he snarled, voice cracking mid-sentence as Goku's tongue circled his rim with deliberate, agonizing precision. His own cock throbbed in time with each flick Goku told him to shut up as he worked Frieza's asshole.
"Oooohhhhh, fuck," Frieza moaned, his body shuddering violently as Goku's tongue pressed inside, the wet heat unbearable, overwhelming. His breath hitched, no, choked, as Goku pulled back just to spit directly onto his twitching hole. The saliva dripped down, mingling with sweat and pre-cum, a filthy testament to how far he'd fallen. His tail lashed wildly, but he never hit Goku.
Goku stopped licking Frieza's ass and said, "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't walk right for a year." The words landed like a meteor, sinking into Frieza's skin, his pride, his very bones. He wanted to spit back venom, wanted to laugh, wanted to kill, but his thighs only trembled wider, his body arching shamelessly like a bitch in heat.
Frieza purred, "Quit talking, and just do it, monkey!" His voice was silk wrapped around steel. His tail curled possessively around Goku's thigh, squeezing tight, not a threat, not anymore. A plea.
Goku lined his cock up with Frieza's virgin ass, pressing against the tight, fluttering ring of muscle slicked with spit and sweat. The heat radiating from Frieza's body was stifling, worse than the sauna gravity chamber. "If you wanted it that bad," he growled, "should've said so sooner." And then he thrust in, hard, brutal, splitting Frieza wide with one unforgiving push.
Frieza gasped, back arching violently, fingers clawing grooves into the rubble beneath him. The pain was sharp, unbearable, like a supernova detonating inside him, but beneath it,oh, beneath it, his cock twitched, leaking arousal onto the dust. "You…ahh!…you animal!" His voice cracked, twisting into something raw and unrecognizable. "My ass has never been stretched like this!" His tail coiled tighter around Goku's thigh, knotting the fabric.
Goku smirked, grinding deeper, savoring the way Frieza's body clenched around him, hot and tight. "You wanted this," he murmured, breath hot against Frieza's ear. "You've always wanted this." His hips snapped forward again, forcing a strangled cry from Frieza's throat. "So fucking greedy."
Frieza's fingers scraped uselessly against the ground, his hips jerking back against each thrust, betraying him entirely. "Fuck me like one of your monkey sluts," he panted, voice ragged, dripping with venom and lust. His tail tightened around Goku's thigh, pulling him closer, deeper, as if he could fuse them together.
Goku fuck Frieza faster. "I don't know anything about Saiyan sluts, Frieza," he growled, thrusts turning merciless. "You know that." The slap of skin echoed across the wasteland, punctuated by Frieza's shuddering gasps. "You killed them all."
Frieza arched beneath him, lips curling around a moan that sounded dangerously close to laughter. "I did, didn't I?" His voice was bratty, teasing, like a child caught with stolen sweets. His tail twitched where it clung to Goku's thigh, the tip flicking against his hipbone in erratic little spasms.
Goku grabbed his head and neck, forcing Frieza's upper body to move up. The shift made him hiss, Goku's cock sinking deeper, carving him open from the inside. "You don't know when to quit," Goku growled, fingers tightening around Frieza's neck. The pain was sharp, bright, and Frieza's pupils dilated, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
Goku's free hand slid down, wrapping around Frieza's neglected smaller cock with a grip loving grip. His fingers were rough, calloused from battle, and the friction burned in the best way. "Your ass is tighter than I expected, Frieza," he murmured. "I thought a slut like you would have been permanently stretched by now."
Frieza tilted his head back with performative outrage, his voice dripping with theatrical disdain. "How dare you! I am the mighty…ahhh…Frieza!" His breath hitched as Goku hit a good spot in his ass . "I do the…ah yes!…fucking!" His hips jerked forward into Goku's grasp, a shudder wracking his slender frame. "No one is worthy of fucking my…ah…pristine, iridescent ass!"
Goku chuckled, low and rough, as he put himself and Frieza down on the ground. angled Frieza angled his leg higher over Goku's shoulder. Dust clung to Frieza's sweat-slicked skin, grinding into the cracks and crevices where their bodies met. Frieza touches Goku's left as they look each other in the eyes. Goku asked with a triumph smirk,"No one until me?
Frieza replied again with performative outrage,"Insolence! A filthy…hah…monkey like you is less worthy…ah!..than anyone!" His breath shuddered halfway through the declaration as Goku shifted, the thick head of his cock dragging deliberately against that sweet, molten spot inside him. Frieza's toes curled against Goku's shoulder. Goku replied,"And yet, here we are."
His clawed fingers dug into Goku's chest, not to push away, but to hold on as the Saiyan's hips rolled lazily, each slow thrust drawing a fractured gasp from Frieza's lips. "I hate you," Frieza purred with desire as Goku leans in for a kiss.
Goku silenced him with a rough press of lips, their kiss clashing in a way that tasted more like battle than passion. Frieza moaned into the kiss, his tongue tangling with Goku's, surrendering to the dominance he'd never admit he craved. His hands slid down his own body, fingers digging into the bruised flesh of his asscheeks, spreading himself obscenely wider. His tail coiled around Goku's waist, pulling him deeper. "Harder," he demanded against Goku's mouth, the word swallowed by another hungry kiss.
Goku smirked and pulled back, strands of saliva connecting their lips. Without warning, he wrapped his arms around Frieza's waist and hauled him upright. Frieza staggered, legs trembling as Goku's cock stayed buried inside him, their bodies pressed flush together. Goku picked up Frieza's by his knees and had his Frieza's legs over his head as he fucks him harder.
"Ahhh! What are you, nngh, doing?" Frieza gasped, his arms instinctively wrapping around Goku's neck for balance, as Goku fucked him midair. The shift in angle forced Goku's cock deeper, rubbing against that spot that made Frieza's vision blur. His fingers dug into Goku's neck but the Saiyan only chuckled, his grip tightening around Frieza's legs.
Goku pulled out abruptly, the sudden emptiness making Frieza squirm. "You bastard!" His voice cracked, hoarse from screaming. "Look at how you ruined my asshole!"
Goku didn't answer, gripping Frieza's thighs and flipping him onto his back on the flat rock. Goku knees down in front of Frieza's ass Frieza hissed as cool air brushed his stretched hole. "Monkey! Fuck me more!" he demanded through gritted teeth. Goku licks Frieza's ass. Frieza playfully mocks Goku,"You fucking tease."
Goku stops, stands up, and rubs his big cock on Frieza's smaller cock, smearing pre-cum between them in a crude, possessive claim. "You get dick when I say so, Frieza," he growled, as he rub their lengths together in slowly.
Frieza puts a hand to his face and purrs,"Whatever you say. Just put it in me, already!" His voice drips with mocking surrender, but his tail thrashes wildly against the rock, betraying his impatience. The tip brushes Goku's bare thigh, once, twice, like a cat begging for attention.
Goku presses forward without preamble, his cockhead catching on Frieza's loosened rim before sinking back in with a wet, obscene sound. Frieza's breath hitches, too late to hide the way his body clenches greedily around the intrusion. "What's the matter, Frieza?" Goku murmurs, grinding deeper just to watch the way Frieza flops around. "Addicted to my cock already?"
Frieza leans back over the rock, his spine arching like a drawn bowstring, and finally, finally, admits for the first time, "I love it! I'm a fucking whore! I'm a slut! I need your big cock!" The confession tears free, ragged and raw. Frieza puts a hands to his chest and moans."That's the spot, monkey. Right there! Don't you dare spot!"
Suddenly, Goku pulls his cock out of Frieza's ass. The sudden emptiness wrings a wounded noise from Frieza's throat, his hips jerking forward instinctively, chasing the heat suddenly ripped away. "That's it," he snarls, his voice filled with anger. "I'm going home."
Frieza sits up, hand to his chest, and with a shocked look, "Now?! You can't leave me now! Get back here at once and fuck me!" His hole twitches visibly around nothing, slick and gaping, a humiliating testament to how thoroughly he'd been claimed.
Goku glances back, already half turned toward his battered spaceship, and replies,"This fight is over. If you can't get used to your new role, then I'm going home to my wife." He adjusts himself with a rough jerk of his hand. "Jerking off in the spaceship is better than being called 'Monkey' by an ungrateful slut."
Frieza's hands dig into the ground as he crawls forward on his hands and knees, his tail dragging limply behind him. "Wait - please!" His voice cracks with desperation. "I'm sorry. Please forgive me." His throat bobs visibly as he gulps. "Just bring that amazing cock over here! Give me more!"
Goku pauses, glancing back with one eyebrow raised. Frieza stands up, his hands tremble as he puts them on Goku's chest. His eyes, usually brimming with malice, now brim with desire. Goku asks,""And what's in it for me?"
Frieza replies calmly,"Anything! Anything you want!"
"What are you, Frieza?" Goku asks, voice low and amused.
Frieza's lips curl into a hungry smirk. "Whatever you want," he breathes, fingers sliding down Goku's chest with deliberate slowness. "A fucking slut-whore." His tail twitches against Goku's thigh, restless. "I'm your worthless cum bucket." His breath hitches as he drops to his knees, the impact sending a jolt up his spine. "Just please," he murmurs, "let me suck that cock!"
Goku lays down on his back, stretches out leisurely, arms folded behind his head as he watches Frieza crawl between his legs. Frieza licks his lips, gaze locked onto Goku's thick length. His tongue darts out first before wrapping his lips around the tip. Goku playful mock Frieza by saying,"You just can't get enough of my cock, can you, Frieza?"
Frieza pulls his mouth off Goku's cock with a wet pop, panting slightly. His tongue drags along Goku's shaft before he said, "I've never tasted anything like it."
Goku grabs Frieza's head and shoves him back down onto his cock with a rough chuckle. "Coming from a slut like you, that's a huge compliment."
His hips buck upward, forcing Frieza's lips apart wider, the tip hitting the back of his throat with practiced ease. Frieza's fingers dig into Goku's thighs as he gags, saliva dripping down his chin in thick strands, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, his tongue swirls around the shaft, the suction tight and hungry, like a starving man finally given permission to feast.
Frieza pulls back suddenly, lips swollen and glistening, his tongue darting out to catch the precum beading at the tip of Goku's cock. "I can be a whore if that's how you want me," he purrs, pupils blown wide with hunger. His claws trace idle patterns on Goku's inner thighs, delicate as a lover's touch. "I'll be your Space Emperor Slut."
Goku watches, breath hitching, as Frieza lifts one bare foot and drags the smooth sole along his length. The contrast is obscene: the delicate arch of Frieza's foot, the way his toes curl possessively around Goku's shaft, slick with spit and precum. "Those feet of yours are something else, slut," Goku groans, hips jerking into the friction.
Frieza's laugh is silk and poison as he leans forward, tongue tracing the vein bulging along Goku's cock. "Mmm…I know," he hums against heated skin. "I will make you forget all about your Earth-wife." Frieza sucks Goku's cock again as he is giving him a feet job.
Goku could feel he was close. "Frieza, stop sucking my cock and have your tongue out," he commanded, hips jerking. "I want to cum on your face."
Frieza hesitated, lips still wrapped around Goku's cock, before reluctantly pulling back with an audible pop. His tongue lolls out obscenely, slick with spit and precum, his breath coming in ragged pants. His eyes stay locked onto Goku's cock, pupils blown wide with desperate hunger.
The first hot stripe of cum splatters across Frieza's forehead, dripping down the bridge of his nose in thick, pearly strands. Frieza flinches, but his tongue twitches instinctively, catching a stray drop before it can roll off his chin. The next two hit his right and above his nose. Frieza sits back after Goku was done, and enjoyed Goku's cum on his face.
Frieza said happily, licking his lips with deliberate slowness, "Now aren't you glad you stayed? You are the first being I have ever let cum on my perfect royal face." His tail flicks lazily behind him, the tip curling in smug satisfaction as he swipes a clawed finger through the mess, examining the sticky strands with something akin to fascination. "Though I suppose," he muses, "we should be leaving now."
They left the planet and traveled to Yardrat, thanks to Frieza mentioning there were some useful techniques to learn there. During his time on Yardrat, Goku made sure to make Frieza his bitch over and over again. Eventually, they made their way to Earth. They landed by Goku's house where Goku's friends and family were waiting for them.
All of Goku's friends and family were shocked to see Frieza there. Vegeta's eyes narrowed as they approached. "Kakarot, what the hell is Frieza doing here?"
Goku shrugged, pulling Frieza closer by the waist with an easy grin. "We don't have to worry about Frieza anymore," he said casually, fingers tracing idle circles over Frieza's hipbone. "Because he is my slut and whore. He is addicted to my cock. Vegeta, I can get him addicted to yours as well, when you become super saiyan that is."
Chi-Chi's hands trembled at her sides, her dark eyes flickering between Frieza's languid smirk and the possessive way Goku's hand gripped Frieza's ass. "Goku," she whispered, voice cracking like porcelain dropped on stone. "I am your wife."
Goku chuckled - easy, rough, the sound of wind through mountain pines - and pulled Frieza against his side. "And nothing will change that," he said, fingers tracing the curve of Frieza's hipbone. "Frieza being my bitch is his punishment for all he's done." The words landed like a meteor, sinking into the silence of the gathered crowd. "He is paying me to be his consort. He will even serve you with his mouth and fingers, but never his cock."
Chi-Chi blinked, her fingers twisting in the hem of her apron before loosening. The anger in her dark eyes flickered out, replaced by something eerily calm, acceptance, maybe curiosity. She said nothing, but her lips curved in the faintest ghost of a smirk. Bulma's voice sliced through the silence instead, sharp as a blade. "Goku," she said, crossing her arms. "We haven't made it official yet, but Vegeta and I are a couple." She paused, eyes flickering to Vegeta's rigid shoulders before adding, "And I don't want to share him. I have been cheated on too many times."
Frieza's lips curled into a slow, syrupy smile as he untangled himself from Goku and sauntered forward, tail swaying like a pendulum. "Don't worry… Bulma, I believe?" His voice was honeyed poison, smooth and deliberately harmless. "Goku told me all about his friends and family. I don't want to replace or hurt you." He knelt suddenly, his knees sinking into the dirt with deliberate grace, his head tilting in submissive reverence. "I will service you as I do Chi-Chi." His tongue flicked out, moistening his lips with theatrical innocence. "This offer is only for Goku, Vegeta", his eyes slid to Bulma and Chi-Chi, "and their female lovers."
Bulma's fingers drummed against her hip, her nails clicking against the fabric of her shorts. She thought it over, her gaze flickering between Vegeta's rigid posture and Frieza's deliberately disarming grin. "Fine," she said finally. "But to punish you more, I am going to make molds of Goku's and Vegeta's cocks." She stepped forward, her shadow falling across Frieza's kneeling form. "They'll be used as strap-on dildos, so both Chi-Chi and I can punish you in a way a whore like you deserves." The corner of her mouth twitched upward. "Is that clear?"
Frieza exhaled sharply through his nose, his hands flexing against his thighs before relaxing into surrender. His tail curled neatly around his ankle, the very picture of submission. "Yes," he said simply, "Goku said you were the smartest person he knows. He is right."
Later that night, Goku, Frieza, and Chi-Chi were standing naked in Goku's and Chi-Chi's bedroom. Frieza pursed his lips, looking between Goku and Chi-Chi. "So, when do we begin? I mean," he added, eyes flicking to Goku, "whenever you all want to."
Goku chuckled, stretching his arms behind his head. "Easy," he murmured, giving Chi-Chi a wink before turning to Frieza. "I want my wife and my slut to take turns sucking my cock." The words hung in the air, heavy and deliberate.
Goku sits down on the bed as Chi-Chi and Frieza get on their knees. Chi-Chi smirked, flicking her hair over her shoulder as she crawled forward, her lips brushing against Goku's cock with practiced ease. She took her time, swirling her tongue around the head before sinking down slowly, her eyes locking onto Frieza's with playful challenge.
Frieza watched raptly, his own lips parting unconsciously as Chi-Chi's throat muscles worked around Goku's length. "You are indeed good, Chi-Chi," he said admiringly, his tail twitching with reluctant fascination. "I can see why Goku married you." His fingers flexed against his thighs, as arousal coiled hot in his gut.
Chi-Chi pulled back with an obscene pop, lips shining with saliva. She wiped her mouth with deliberate slowness, eyeing Frieza with amused triumph. "Damn right," she purred, before adjusting her position with sinful grace. "I can also do something you can't do, slut." Her hands lifted to cup her full breasts, pressing them snugly around Goku's cock. "Give him boob jobs."
Frieza's breath hitched, tail twitching restlessly as he watched Chi-Chi rock forward, the soft flesh of her tits swallowing Goku's shaft in slow, mesmerizing strokes. Her nipples brushed against the underside of his cock with every shift, deliberate little flicks that had Goku groaning.
"Oh, I forgot how great you are, Chi-Chi," Goku gasped, hips jerking upward into the wet heat of her skin. His fingers tangled in her hair, tugging gently as he grinned down at her with half-lidded eyes. "And boobs as well. I love boobs so much."
Chi-Chi laughed and squeezed tighter, the slick slide of flesh making Frieza's tail lash behind him in restless envy. His claws twitched against his thighs, his gaze locked onto designing Chi-Chi's technique. *So my man loves boobs,* Frieza thought, pupils dilating. *I could get boobs as well. I can become feminine. After all, I am no longer a male, since I became a bitch.* His lips curled in silent determination as he watched Goku's cock disappear and reappear between Chi-Chi's breasts, glossy with spit and precum.
Chi-Chi leaned back and wiped her chin, her smirk triumphant as she turned to Frieza. "Your turn," she said sweetly, before pressing a lingering kiss to the head of Goku's cock, her tongue flicking out to lap up the bead of precum there. "Show me what a Space Emperor Slut can really do."
Frieza's tail flicked eagerly as-right Chi-Chi's arms pulled away, leaving Goku's cock slick and glistening between them. He didn't hesitate, his lips parted around it immediately, swallowing Goku down in one smooth motion, the wet heat of his throat closing tight around the shaft. His tongue curled expertly along the underside, tracing veins with a precision that made Goku groan and grip the sheets.
Chi-Chi watched with amused fascination as Frieza's cheeks hollowed, his lips stretched obscenely wide. "I heard you have three forms before this one," she said admiringly, her fingers trailing down her own collarbone in a lazy comparison. "But this is your most sexy form. "I do love your smooth bl head, your cute face, your big tail…" Her gaze dipped lower, lingering pointedly. "And even your cute little cock."
Frieza paused mid-suck, his tongue pressed flat against Goku's shaft as he considered Chi-Chi's words. Then, with deliberate slowness, he pulled off with a wet pop, his breath uneven. "I admire your form as well," he admitted, pupils blown wide with something dangerously close to reverence. His fingers traced Chi-Chi's thigh, feather-light. "You have great hair, boobs, and a great ass." His tail twitched as his gaze flickered down her body, lingering shamelessly. "I have never really looked at females before," he confessed, voice rough, "but now I wish I did thanks to you."
Chi-Chi's smirk softened into something genuine, surprise, intrigue, the faintest blush dusting her cheeks. Before she could respond, Frieza surged forward, one hand cradling the back of her neck as his lips crashed against hers. The kiss was hungry, messy, their teeth clashing as Chi-Chi gasped into his mouth. Frieza tasted like salt and Goku, his tongue sliding against hers with desperate curiosity, his tail wrapping possessively around her waist. Chi-Chi moaned, her hands touching his chest.
Frieza broke the kiss abruptly, his breath ragged against Chi-Chi's lips. "He obviously prefers the female form," he whispered, hands tracing idle circles over her collarbone. His voice dropped lower, rougher, the confession raw as an open wound. "Help me become more feminine. Teach me." His thumb brushed the curve of her breast, reverent, greedy. "I want boobs and an ass as big as yours."
Chi-Chi exhaled shakily. She glanced at Goku, still sprawled on the bed, his cock glistening between them. His grin was lazy, indulgent, like watching two cats circle the same bowl of cream. Chi-Chi swallowed hard and whispered back, "I will do it, but you have to keep your cock. I want to be the only one with a vagina in this relationship." Her fingers tangled with Frieza's, pressing them against her ribs. "I never thought about women in that way," she admitted, heat creeping up her cheeks, "but I can see the appeal now. If Vegeta and Bulma work out, I can see myself having fun with her as well."
Frieza laughed, a soft, delighted sound that curled like smoke around Chi-Chi's bare shoulders. "Just three ladies pleasing our men." His tail flicked lazily, tracing invisible patterns on Goku's thigh. "I can even see us having our own ladies' night as well." His grin widened. "No men allowed."
Goku smirked, stretching his arms behind his head with exaggerated nonchalance. "I'm glad you two are getting along so well," he murmured, hips lifting slightly off the bed - a silent demand. "But don't forget about me." His fingers tangled lazily in Chi-Chi's hair, nudging her back toward his cock while his other hand gripped Frieza's nape, guiding him down as well.
Chi-Chi licked her lips, her fingers trailing possessively down Goku's thigh. "Sorry, Goku," she teased, breath hot against his tip. "I will be the first one to ride your cock." She got up, swung one leg over his hips in a slow, deliberate arc, her slick folds already brushing against his length. Frieza hissed through his teeth, his tail flicking sharply against the sheets, part frustration, part fascination, as he watched Chi-Chi sink down inch by inch, her back arching beautifully when Goku finally bottomed out inside her."It has been too long since I had your cock inside me."
Goku groaned, gripping Chi-Chi's hips as she rolled them experimentally, her breasts bouncing with each languid rock of her body. "Fuck," he gasped, eyes locked onto the hypnotic rise and fall of her chest. "As great as Frieza's ass is," he admitted breathlessly, "it has been too long since I had pussy. And too long since I had these perfect boobs to suck." His hands cupped her breasts greedily, thumbs circling her nipples until she shuddered, her rhythm stuttering for just a second.
Chi-Chi leaned forward, her dark hair cascading over Goku's face as she pressed her chest to his lips with provocative intent. "Take what you want," she murmured, voice thick with promise. Goku obeyed without hesitation, mouth closing over her nipple, tongue flicking in quick, hungry circles until Chi-Chi gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair. She arched into the sensation, her hips grinding down harder, the wet slide of her around him impossibly tight.
Frieza was mesmerized by this and turned on, his tail twitched erratically as he watched Chi-Chi's body respond so effortlessly to Goku's touch, the way her breath hitched when his teeth grazed just right. He'd never seen pleasure like this before, raw, unrestrained, reciprocal. His own neglected cock throbbed against his thigh, a traitorous pulse of heat he couldn't ignore.
Chi-Chi glanced over her shoulder at Frieza, her dark eyes hooded with triumph. "You promised to serve me as well as Goku, Frieza." Her voice was honey-thick, laced with command. "Lick my ass as my husband fucks me." She arched her back, presenting herself deliberately, her fingers spreading her cheeks.
Frieza's pupils dilated, his tail twitching violently as he hesitated for only a heartbeat before obeying. His tongue - cool and slick - dragged up the cleft of Chi-Chi's ass, slow and deliberate, savoring the salt-sweet taste of her skin. Her breath hitched, her thighs trembling around Goku's hips as Frieza's tongue traced circles around her rim, teasing without pressing deeper, yet. "Oh" Chi-Chi gasped, her fingers twisting in the sheets. "Y-you are good."
Goku groaned into Chi-Chi's breast, his hips jerking upward, harder now, driving deeper with each thrust. The dual sensations, Goku pounding her pussy hard and Frieza's relentless tongue working her ass, made Chi-Chi's vision blur. She arched back, her body bowing taut between them, her moan cracking into a whimper as Frieza finally pressed in, his tongue slipping past her rim just as Goku's cock hit that spot inside her that sent lightning up her spine.
Chi-Chi came violently, her inner walls clamping down around Goku's cock in rhythmic pulses, her thighs shaking uncontrollably. The sudden, suffocating tightness of her was too much - Goku's hips stuttered, his fingers digging into her waist as he spilled inside her with a ragged shout, his cum flooding her in thick, hot spurts. Chi-Chi gasped, eyes rolling back as she felt him twitch inside her, his release triggering another wave of pleasure that left her shuddering, her fingers holding Frieza's head where he still lapped at her ass.
Panting, Chi-Chi pushed herself off Goku's cock with trembling arms, collapsing onto her back beside him, legs spread wide. The sticky mess between her thighs gleamed under the dim bedroom light, strands of Goku's cum still dripping from her swollen pussy lips. She didn't bother closing her legs instead, she hooked one knee over Goku's thigh, keeping herself exposed, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath.
Chi-Chi turned her head lazily toward Frieza, who was still kneeling at the foot of the bed, his tongue darting out to lick his lips clean of her taste. "I missed that so much," she sighed. "I suppose it's your turn to be fucked by Goku." Her smirk deepened as Frieza's eyes locked onto her pussy. "You could lick my pussy clean while he fucks you in the ass."
Frieza exhaled sharply through his nose, his tail twitching behind him like a restless serpent. "I have never done this before," he admitted, voice rougher than usual, "but I heard a lot about it." His fingers flexed against his thighs as he leaned closer, breath hot against her slick folds. "I am curious to taste you." His tongue flicked out tentatively, just grazing her swollen clit, and Chi-Chi gasped, she grabbed Frieza's head.
Goku chuckled low in his throat, rolling onto his knees behind Frieza with effortless grace. His fingers traced the curve of Frieza's tailbone, teasing his asshole with a slow, deliberate circle. "Relax," he murmured, pressing a slick fingertip against the clenched muscle, feeling it flutter under his touch. Frieza hissed between Chi-Chi's thighs, his tongue faltering for just a second before diving back in with renewed fervor, lapping at her with desperate, hungry strokes.
Chi-Chi arched off the bed, her fingers tightening around Frieza's head as Goku's cock breached him in one smooth thrust, burying deep with a groan that vibrated through all three of them. The muffled whimper Frieza made against her pussy sent a fresh wave of heat through her, her thighs trembling around his shoulders. "Fuck," she gasped, her hips jerking upward instinctively, grinding her clit against Frieza's nose as Goku's hips snapped forward again, driving Frieza's face harder into her.
Frieza's tail lashed wildly behind him, as Goku's cock stretched him impossibly wider with each thrust, the slick drag of it forcing choked moans against Chi-Chi's folds. His tongue worked desperately, swirling around her clit in frantic, uneven circles, unpracticed but eager, his breath coming in ragged pants through his nose. Chi-Chi's laughter was breathless, almost delirious, as she watched Goku's abdomen flex with every powerful snap of his hips.
"For never having done this before," she gasped, "he's certainly doing a good job." Her thighs trembled as Frieza's teeth grazed her clit, a warning, a plea, before his lips sealed around it, sucking greedily. "Oh god…Goku, I know he loves eating pussy almost as much as he loves sucking your cock." The words tumbled out between hitched breaths, her hips rolling forward to meet Frieza's mouth.
Frieza pulled back, lips glistening with her wetness, his tongue darting out to catch the stray drops clinging to his chin. He paused, considering the taste lingering on his palate, sweet, musky, something unmistakably Chi-Chi. "It's true," he moaned, pupils blown wide with revelation. "You are…ah… tasty indeed." His thumb traced her swollen lower lips, smearing her slick across them before bringing it to his own mouth. "I see…ah… why others enjoy this," he added, voice rough with reverence, "especially if it is you."
Chi-Chi smirked, rolling her hips against Frieza's face as Goku's thrusts drove him deeper into her folds. "Keep licking, slut," she gasped. "Show me how much you love serving me." Frieza shuddered, before diving back in, his tongue tracing slow, worshipful circles around her clit.
Goku's grip tightened on Frieza's hips, his rhythm relentless. "She tastes good, doesn't she?" he growled, punctuating each word with a sharp snap of his hips. Frieza moaned against Chi-Chi's flesh, his tail wrapping instinctively around Goku's thigh, silent agreement, surrender.
Chi-Chi arched beneath Frieza's tongue, her fingers tangled in his smooth scalp. "Seeing my husband fucking your ass," she gasped, her thighs trembling around his shoulders, "is a bigger turn on than I thought." Her breath hitched as Frieza's tongue flicked faster, desperate. "I'm glad I agreed to this."
Goku groaned, his thrusts deepening as Frieza clenched around him. "Told you it was a good idea. He made me even hornier now, and our sex life will be much better than before. Damn," Goku explained, his hands gripping Frieza's hips hard enough to bruise. "You're squeezing me like you don't want me to pull out." His chuckle was rough, strained with pleasure. "Guess my slut's addicted to more than just my cock now."
Frieza shuddered between them, his tongue still working Chi-Chi's clit in ragged, uneven strokes. His tail tightened around Goku's thigh, pulling him impossibly deeper, a silent plea for more. Chi-Chi arched with a gasp, her fingers holding Frieza's head exactly where she wanted him. The vibrations of his moans against her sensitive flesh sent fresh tremors through her.
Chi-Chi came with a sharp cry, her thighs clamping around Frieza's skull as her orgasm crashed over her. Her hips jerked forward, grinding her pussy against his mouth as her cum spilled onto his tongue in hot, slick pulses. Frieza's throat worked instinctively, swallowing every drop, his lips sealed tight around her as if afraid to waste a single drop. His tongue lapped at her, coaxing out every last shuddering aftershock.
The sight of Chi-Chi cumming, sent a surge of primal heat through Goku's veins. His hips stuttered mid-thrust, his cock buried deep inside Frieza's ass as Chi-Chi's pleasure triggered his own. His release hit him like a punch to the gut, his balls tightening before he spilled into Frieza with a guttural groan, filling him in thick, rhythmic spurts. Frieza shuddered between them, his tail lashing wildly as Goku's cum flooded him.
Chi-Chi watched, breathless, as Frieza's neglected cock twitched violently against the sheets, untouched yet dripping precum in glistening strands. His hips jerked forward involuntarily, his own orgasm ripped from him by the sheer force of Goku's release inside him. Frieza's cum splattered across the bed in erratic arcs, his body convulsed with pleasure.
Goku pulled out slowly. Chi-Chi didn't hesitate - her fingers dug into Frieza's trembling thighs, spreading him wider as she leaned in, her tongue darting out to catch the first thick drop before it could escape. The taste was musky, salt-bitter with a hint of something electric, like ozone after a storm. Frieza gasped as her tongue pressed deeper, lapping greedily at the mess Goku left behind.
Both Goku and Frieza were shocked. Goku blinked, his chest still heaving as he watched his wife lick Frieza clean with shameless enthusiasm. "I never seen this side of you," he admitted, voice rough with surprise and fresh arousal. His fingers twitched against Frieza's hip, half instinct to pull Chi-Chi away, half urge to push her face deeper.
Chi-Chi pulled back, lips glossy with Frieza's and Goku's taste. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her dark eyes gleaming with something wilder than Goku had ever seen. "He is my slut and whore as well as yours now," she declared, breathless. Her fingers traced Frieza's trembling inner thigh. "He also made me much hornier than before." The admission spilled out raw, unfiltered, like she'd been holding it back for years.
Frieza laughed, the sound low and ragged as he stretched bonelessly across the sheets, his tail curling possessively around Chi-Chi's wrist. "I am glad I am able to turn you both on so well," he purred, pupils blown wide with satisfaction. "This situation is better than even I could have imagined."
Chi-Chi smirked, licking her lips as she traced idle circles on Frieza's thigh. "Oh, you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into," she murmured, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief. "Now that I've had a taste of both of you, I'm not letting either of you go." Her fingers tightened around Frieza's tail, tugging him closer as she glanced at Goku. "And I am going to help him to keep you in line!"
A few months later, Frieza runs the empire from Earth, even though Earth isn't official part of the empire. Frieza is no longer a man, but a woman. She goes by Lady Frieza or Empress Frieza, and she still has her small cock, which became smaller. Her boobs and ass are as big as Chi-Chi's, and Chi-Chi taught her how to use makeup. She made sure to wear sexy tight dress showing of her curves.
Her father, King Cold, tried to take back the empire from her and have her become a man again, but Goku and a warrior named Trunks killed him. It turns out Trunks is Vegeta's and Bulma's son from the future, and he gave Goku heart medicine to save his life. They learned about Trunks' future timeline and to prepare for the androids. Frieza also learns from the handsome young man, that she was indeed a "friend" of his parents, which made Frieza happy.
Vegeta stood frozen in the doorway of Capsule Corp's lab, as his gaze locked onto Empress Frieza's new form. The way her midnight-blue dress clung to her hips, now softer, rounder, sent an electric jolt straight to his groin. Her cleavage glistened faintly under the lab lights, her lips parted around some flirtatious remark to Bulma that died the second she noticed his stare. The silence stretched, thick with tension, until Frieza's tail curled coyly around her own thigh. "Like what you see, Prince?" she purred, and Vegeta's knuckles cracked audibly as his fists clenched. "I know Bulma does. She will say she is not into woman, but looking at me changed her mind. I know it worked with Chi-Chi. I think Chi-Chi and her will have a great time together, as well with me. I know Bulma has a great time with you, Vegeta."
Vegeta's scowl deepened, but his pupils dilated, undeniable, predatory. "Damn you, slut," he growled, stepping forward with deliberate menace. His grabbed Frieza's hand. "If you are looking to be fucked by us, we will give it to you hard." He pulls Frieza into the hallway towards his and Bulma's bedroom."Come on, woman. This slut needs to be taught a lesson."
Bulma followed them into the bedroom, her breath hitching as Frieza got down on her knees without hesitation, her tail curling around her own thigh in deliberate provocation. "You're right, Vegeta," Bulma murmured, her fingers trailing down Frieza's spine, lingering at the dip of her waist. "She does need a lesson." The way Bulma's nails dug into Frieza's hips betrayed her earlier protests, her hunger undeniable now. "But I think I'll be the one teaching her first."
Frieza's lips parted around a slow, wicked grin as Bulma hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings, shoving them down her thighs in one fluid motion. The air between them crackled with tension as Bulma stepped forward, her bare pussy hovering inches from Frieza's face. "Go ahead," Bulma taunted, voice thick with challenge. "Show me what you've learned from Chi-Chi."
Frieza's tongue flicked out experimentally, tracing the outer curve of Bulma's labia with deliberate hesitation, savoring the way her breath hitched. The taste was sharper than Chi-Chi's - laced with synthetic lavender from Bulma's lab soaps, a contrast to the earthier musk she'd grown accustomed to. Bulma's fingers holds Frieza's head, not guiding, just holding, her grip tightening when Frieza's tongue finally pressed inside, lapping at her with slow, deliberate strokes.
Bulma's thighs trembled, her hips jerking forward instinctively when Frieza's lips sealed around her clit, sucking with rhythmic precision. "Oh," she gasped "Oh, fuck - Chi-Chi taught you well." The words tumbled out between ragged breaths, her back arching as Frieza's tail coiled around her calf, anchoring them together. Frieza hummed in response, the vibration sending a fresh jolt through Bulma's nerves, her knees buckling slightly.
Vegeta smirked from the edge of the bed, his fingers lazily tracing the outline of his hardening cock through his pants. "It's turning me on watching the slut eat you out, Bulma," he admitted, voice rough with arousal. His gaze burned into the way Frieza's slender fingers spread Bulma's folds wider, the obscene wet sounds filling the room. "I can't wait for her to suck my dick next." The possessive growl beneath his words made Frieza's tail flick in acknowledgment, though she didn't pull away from Bulma's pussy, not yet.
Bulma came with a sharp cry as her hips jerked forward, grinding against Empress Frieza's relentless tongue. Frieza swallowed every drop, until the last tremor faded, her tongue lapping up the slick remnants with slow, greedy strokes. Only then did she pull back, chin glistening, her smirk victorious as she licked her lips clean. "Delicious," she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Though I expected nothing less from human women."
Frieza stood smoothly, her tail curling possessively around Bulma's wrist as she guided her towards the bed with surprising gentleness. Bulma's legs trembled slightly, but she allowed herself to be maneuvered, collapsing onto the mattress beside Vegeta with a breathless laugh. "Damn," she admitted. "Chi-Chi wasn't lying about your mouth."
Frieza smiled, her sharp teeth flashing in the dim light. "I was good before Chi-Chi trained me," she murmured, her fingers trailing up Bulma's thigh, "and I am much better now." The confession dripped with smug satisfaction as her other hand reached for Vegeta's belt buckle, undoing it with practiced ease. "Same thing when it comes to sucking cock," she added, her voice dropping lower. "Goku trained me well."
Vegeta grabbed her wrist. "Is that so?" he growled, eyes dark with arousal and challenge. "Take off your dress before you suck my cock. I want to see those new breasts of yours." Frieza's tail twitched in amusement as she obeyed, the fabric sliding off her shoulders with deliberate slowness, pooling at her waist before she let it drop entirely.
Bulma reached out, fingers tracing the swell of Frieza's breast with clinical curiosity before her thumb brushed a nipple, feeling it stiffen instantly under her touch. "They're perfect," she murmured, almost grudgingly. "Soft but firm. And your little cock-" Her fingers dipped lower, wrapping around Frieza's shaft with a squeeze that made her gasp. "So small now. Almost adorable."
Vegeta grinned, his own cock jutting proudly between his thighs. "You breasts looked good in that dress, slut," he taunted, voice rough with hunger, "but they look better out in the open. Your little cock is cute as well." His fingers twitched where they gripped the sheets, betraying his restraint. "Now get on your knees and prove Goku didn't waste his time training you."
Frieza's tail curled around Vegeta's calf as she sank to her knees, her lips parting just inches from his cock. Her breath ghosted over the flushed tip, hot, teasing, before her tongue flicked out in a slow, deliberate stroke from base to crown, savoring the salt-bitter taste of his pre-cum. Vegeta's hips jerked forward instinctively, but Frieza pulled back with a smirk, her fingers wrapping around his shaft to squeeze lightly. "Patience, Prince," she purred, her thumb smearing the bead of moisture at his slit. "I want to savor this."
Bulma's nails dug into Frieza's shoulder from behind, her breath ragged against the nape of Frieza's neck. "Stop teasing him," she ordered, though her voice wavered with arousal. Frieza hummed in acknowledgment, her tongue swirling around the head of Vegeta's cock before taking him deep in one smooth motion, her throat fluttering around his length. Vegeta's groan was raw, unfiltered, her nose pressing into the wiry curls at his base.
"Fuck," Vegeta gritted out, hips jerking forward as Frieza's lips stretched obscenely around him, her cheeks hollowing with each suction. Bulma's laughter was breathless beside them, her fingers tracing the flushed skin of Frieza's back. "Look at her, taking you like she was made for it. Chi-Chi was right. Watching this slut with your man is indeed hot."
Frieza pulled back just enough to swirl her tongue around the head, her thumb pressing into the sensitive vein underneath, smearing pre-cum in slow circles. "Goku did train you well after all," Vegeta grunted, his fingers holding Frieza's head. His grip tightened, not guiding, just holding, feeling the vibration of her pleased hum against his cock.
Frieza smirked up at him, lips glossy and stretched. "He did indeed," she purred,. One hand slid up to squeeze her own breasts, their soft weight spilling between her fingers. "I got these," she murmured, pinching a nipple between thumb and forefinger, "so I can do this." Before Vegeta could react, she leaned forward, trapping his cock between the plush heat of her cleavage, rocking them together in a slick, practiced rhythm."Seeing Chi-Chi do this, inspired me to get my own pair."
Bulma's breath hitched as she watched Frieza's breasts envelop Vegeta's cock-the way her pale skin flushed pink where it rubbed against him, the soft, obscene sound of flesh sliding against flesh. "Damn," she admitted. "I didn't expect that Chi-Chi was that slutty. She might be as slutty as I am." Vegeta groaned through clenched teeth, his thighs trembling as Frieza's tail coiled possessively around his ankle, anchoring him in place while she worked him with slow, deliberate rolls of her chest.
Frieza glanced up at Bulma through her lashes, lips curling into a smirk as she pressed her breasts tighter around Vegeta's shaft. "She has gotten more slutty thanks to me entering their lives," she purred, her voice thick with amusement. Her tongue flicked out to catch the precum beading at the tip, savoring it before adding, "I wonder if I can do the same for you, Bulma?" The challenge hung between them, charged and undeniable.
Bulma's breath hitched. "You already have," she admitted. "I denied my attraction to girls until I saw you as one." She swallowed hard, her thumb tracing the shell of Frieza's ear. "I want to have fun with Chi-Chi as well as you." The admission spilled out raw, unfiltered, like she'd been holding it back for years.
Vegeta smirked. "I would like to see that," he growled, voice rough with arousal. "I guess Kakarot and I can share our women as well as Frieza." His free hand cupped Bulma's chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "I have a feeling you would like that a lot right, Bulma? You used to have a thing for him."
Bulma happily said, "Oh yes, Vegeta, and thank you for suggesting it." She leaned in, pressing her lips against Vegeta's with a hunger that surprised even him, her tongue darting past his teeth before he could react. His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as she straddled his lap, making Frieza pull back. Frieza watched with rapt attention, her tail twitching against Vegeta's calf, until Bulma broke the kiss with a gasp. She turned to Frieza, held out her hand, and dragged into the same kissing intensity. The taste of Vegeta lingered between their lips, mingling with the salt-sweetness of Bulma's earlier climax.
Bulma broke the kiss and laid on her back on the bed with her legs spread, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she gazed up at Frieza through half-lidded eyes. The flush on her skin deepened as she hooked two fingers inside herself, spreading her wetness in slow, deliberate circles. Vegeta chuckled darkly from the edge of the bed, his thumb swiping over the head of his cock as he watched. "Frieza," he said, voice rough with approval, "it seems you already made her a bigger slut. Good job."
Vegeta took off his shirt, leaving him naked. Frieza smiled. "I aim to please," she purred, her tail curling possessively around Bulma's ankle as she leaned down to replace Bulma's fingers with her tongue. The first slow lick made Bulma arch off the bed with a gasp, her hands gripping the sheets as Frieza's tongue explored her with the same ruthless precision she'd once used to conquer planets. After a while, Frieza stops and said,"Sorry, I couldn't resist. Human pussy taste so good."
Bulma laughed breathlessly. "Glad you like it, Frieza," she murmured, her voice husky with promise. "Chi-Chi and I will make sure you have as much as you want." Her hips lifted slightly, an unspoken demand for more before she turned her head toward Vegeta, her dark eyes gleaming. "Vegeta," she commanded, "please fuck me hard." Then she glanced back down at Frieza, her smirk wicked. "And Frieza? Please suck on my boobs as he does so."
Vegeta wasted no time. His hands gripped Bulma's hips, lifting her effortlessly as he positioned himself at her entrance. The first thrust was brutal, burying himself to the hilt in one fluid motion that made Bulma cry out, her back arching off the bed. Frieza's lips closed around Bulma's nipple just as Vegeta pulled back, her tongue flicking in time with his next thrust, the dual sensations sending Bulma into a gasping, writhing mess.
Bulma moaned, as she pulled Frieza deeper against her chest. "I should have had a threesome years ago!" she panted, her voice breaking as Vegeta's pace intensified. "This feels so good. Of course, I never had the right people to do it with until now." Her laughter dissolved into a whimper as Frieza's teeth grazed her nipple just as Vegeta angled his hips just right, hitting that spot inside her that made her toes curl.
Frieza pulled back from Bulma's breast with a wet pop, her lips glistening with saliva. She leaned in to capture Bulma's mouth in a messy, open-mouthed kiss, their tongues sliding together hungrily. The taste of Bulma's skin mingled with the lingering salt of Vegeta's sweat, making Frieza groan into the kiss. She could feel Bulma's fingers holding her head, pulling her closer as Vegeta's thrusts rocked Bulma's body against hers.
Vegeta leaned forward, his breath hot against Bulma's collarbone as he traced a path up her chest with his tongue. His lips closed around her nipple with a sharp suck, making Bulma arch against him with a gasp. Frieza watched, fascinated, as Vegeta's jaw worked rhythmically, his teeth grazing the stiff peak before soothing it with his tongue. Bulma's breathes coming in short, ragged gasps as Vegeta alternated between rough nips and tender licks.
Bulma's fingers grabbed Frieza's head again, pulling her down for another messy kiss, her tongue plunging into Frieza's mouth with desperate urgency. Frieza moaned into the kiss, her own hands roaming over Bulma's body, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, before settling on her breasts. She pinched Bulma's neglected nipple, rolling it between her fingers just as Vegeta thrust deep inside her. The combined sensations sent Bulma over the edge, her body tensing as pleasure crashed through her in waves.
Vegeta growled low in his throat, his grip tightening on Bulma's hips as her walls clenched around him. His thrusts became erratic, losing their usual precision, as he chased his own release. Frieza smirked against Bulma's lips, her tail sliding up Vegeta's thigh in teasing strokes, urging him on. "Come on, Prince," she whispered, her breath hot against Bulma's skin. "Give her what she wants."
Bulma arched beneath them with a gasp, her fingers digging into Frieza's shoulders as Vegeta buried himself to the hilt with a final, brutal thrust. His teeth clenched, a raw, guttural groan tearing from his throat as he spilled inside her, his cock pulsing with each wave of his climax. Frieza's tongue flicked out to catch the sweat beading at Bulma's collarbone, her smirk widening at the way Vegeta's muscles trembled with the force of his release.
Bulma's laugh was breathless, half-sobbed, her body still shuddering around Vegeta's cock as she dragged Frieza into another kiss. "Fuck," she panted against Frieza's lips, her voice wrecked. "I've never...Vegeta, holy shit..." Her words dissolved into a moan as Frieza's fingers twisted her nipple, the oversensitive ache sending another jolt through her spent nerves.
Vegeta's groan was guttural, his forehead dropping to Bulma's shoulder as his hips stuttered through the last pulses of his orgasm. "Damn you," he gritted out, though the usual bite in his tone was ruined by the way his breath hitched, raw, uncontrolled. His fingers flexed against Bulma's hips, as he admitted, voice hoarse, "Never lost control like that."
Frieza laughed, her tail curling possessively around Vegeta's wrist before tugging him off Bulma with deliberate slowness. "That is what I bring in the relationship," she purred, her smirk widening at the way Vegeta's thighs trembled as he staggered back. She caught his chin between her fingers, forcing his gaze down to where her tongue swiped lazily over her lips. "You will get used to it. My dear Prince, I think i earned my turn."
Bulma laughed breathlessly, her fingers trailing through the slick mess between her thighs before smearing it across Frieza's collarbone. "She did indeed," she agreed, her voice rough with amusement. Frieza's answering moan was throaty, her hips canting up instinctively as Bulma's thumb brushed the underside of her neglected cock, now slick with pre-cum. The sight of it twitching against her stomach made Vegeta exhale sharply through his nose.
Frieza laid on her back with her legs in the air. The position put her asshole and her small hard cock on full display. "Take what you're owed, Vegeta. I was such a bad girl to you," she murmured, her voice thick with challenge. Vegeta got hard again, and pressed his cock against Frieza's asshole, slowly pushing inside. Frieza gasped, her fingers digging into the sheets as he filled her inch by inch. The stretch was delicious, the burn familiar yet thrilling, Goku had trained her well, but Vegeta's cock was slightly thicker and shorter, forcing her to clench around him in a way that made her toes curl.
Bulma leaned over Frieza's chest, her tongue flicking out to trace the soft curve of one breast before closing her lips around the stiff peak. The suction was deliberate, sharp, making Frieza's back arch off the bed as Vegeta bottomed out inside her with a rough grunt. Bulma's fingers pinched Frieza's other nipple, rolling it between her fingers in time with Vegeta's thrusts, the dual sensations sending sparks down Frieza's spine. "Fuck!" Frieza gasped, her tail lashing against the mattress. "Bulma, your mouth...you are...doing a great job...if you..are indeed...a first timer!"
Bulma pulled back with a wet pop, her lips glistening in the dim light. "I am good at anything I put my mind to," she murmured, her breath hot against Frieza's damp skin. Her thumb brushed over the abused nipple, watching it twitch under her touch before smirking up at Frieza through her lashes. "Especially when it comes to science or sex."
Vegeta's thrusts stuttered as his fingers dug into Frieza's hips, his cock twitching inside her tight heat. "Answer me, whore," he growled, voice ragged. "Who's cock is better, mine or Kakarot's?" His hips snapped forward, punctuating the demand with a rough grind that made Frieza's tail lash against the sheets.
Frieza's laughter was breathless, her lips curling into a smirk as she arched beneath him. "Yours is slightly thicker," she purred, relishing the way Vegeta's pupils dilated at the admission, "but Goku's is slightly longer." Her tail coiled around his thigh, pulling him deeper as she added, "The cocks are different enough that neither is better or worse, just amazing in their own ways."
Bulma bit down on Frieza's nipple at that, her teeth grazing the sensitive peak just as Vegeta snarled and pistoned into Frieza with renewed ferocity. The dual assault tore a ragged cry from Frieza's throat, her fingers clawing at the sheets as pleasure crackled up her spine. Bulma's tongue soothed the sting, her lips sealing around the abused nipple with a hum that vibrated through Frieza's chest.
Vegeta's fingers dug bruises into Frieza's hips, his breath coming in harsh grunts against her thigh. "Your..." he managed between thrusts, his voice fraying at the edges, "...ass is the best." His cock twitched inside her as if to emphasize the point, the thick ridge of his head dragging against that sweet spot Goku had first discovered months ago. Frieza's tail lashed wildly, her own neglected cock dripping onto her stomach as she clenched around him.
Bulma chose that moment to lean down, her lips brushing Frieza's ear. "Cum best ass," she murmured, her fingers tracing the flushed tip of Frieza's cock before guiding it upward, pressing it between Frieza's own breasts. The sudden friction, hot skin against oversensitive flesh, made Frieza cry out, her back arching sharply as her orgasm hit without warning. Thick ropes of cum splattered across her chest, some streaking up to her collarbone, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her muscles fluttered around Vegeta's cock.
Vegeta snarled at the sudden tightness, his rhythm faltering for half a second before he drove into her deeper, harder, his fingers leaving crescent-shaped marks in her hips. The wet slap of skin echoed obscenely in the room, each thrust forcing another punched-out moan from Frieza's lips as her body milked him toward his own climax.
Bulma smirked, watching Vegeta's jaw clench with the effort of holding back before she leaned down to lick a stripe up Frieza's cum-streaked collarbone. "He's close," she murmured against Frieza's skin, her teeth scraping just hard enough to make the former tyrant shudder. "Bet you can feel it, huh? That twitch when he's about to..."
Vegeta's growl cut her off, his hips snapping forward in three brutal thrusts before he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing deep inside Frieza's ass as he came with a ragged, shuddering groan. The heat of it made her own spent cock giving a valiant twitch against her stomach as she milked him through it.
Bulma's fingers traced the mess Frieza's orgasm had left between her breasts, swirling patterns in the cooling streaks before bringing them to her lips. "Hmm," she mused, tongue flicking out to taste, "salty. Almost like Vegeta's, but... different." Her smirk widened as Frieza's tail twitched weakly against the sheets. She looks at Vegeta with a frown."So her ass is better than mine is it?"
Vegeta exhaled sharply through his nose, still buried inside Frieza to the hilt, his thighs trembling slightly from exertion. "Yes," he admitted gruffly, though his fingers tightened possessively on Frieza's hips, "but your pussy is better." He leaned forward, breath hot against Bulma's ear as he added, "You mentioned you wanted to fuck her ass, and when you do, you will see."
Frieza stretched languidly beneath them as she smirked up at Vegeta. "Told Goku I had a royal pristine, iridescent ass," she purred, her voice thick with smug amusement, "and I wasn't lying." Her fingers traced the curve of her own breast, its soft weight spilling between her fingers as she added, "My boobs are based on Chi-Chi's boobs, Bulma. I know you like them..." she pinched her own nipple sharply, making Bulma's breath hitch, "...and you'll like hers as well. I know she'll love yours."