Goku yanks the comforter cradling Videl’s calm, porcelain face.
“Hnn?” she moans softly in her sleep.
In a loose t-shirt and fluffy cuffed socks, she lies curled next to a textbook and pile of wrinkled notes. Late night studying had its soporific effect. Despite the dark, her simple panties form a sexy, mocking triangle.
He strokes the cotton with two thick fingers then hooks underneath. She wiggles a bit.
He tugs her panties, elastic pulling at her naked legs. She kicks a little, unconsciously.
Her pussy, cloaked in dark curls, releases heady notes of sweet musk. He bends, pulls her thighs apart, and drags his nose and wet tongue up her deliciousness. She wriggles and reflexively resists his rough play.
He grits his teeth and shackles her ankle with a crushing grip.
“Wha- wha’s happening?” she mumbles sleepily but scared, confused. She blinks a few times and sees a dark figure wearing a badly torn uniform.
She chokes on words as Goku spears his fat, hangry cock through her cinched snatch.
“Hoo,” he breathes a jagged sigh, almost in relief.
Trapping her in his choking post-spar stink, he lifts her from the bed and pins her tight against his ragged clothing. With Videl’s lil cunt snug on his dick, Goku puts two fingers to his temple and disappears from the darkness.
He pops out of the dark, high above her home, floating in the night sky. Cold winds gust around their connected bodies, goose bumps prickle her pale skin.
“I love Gohan!” She sobs giant tears, recognizing her powerful assailant—his mammoth cock.
“Of course,” Goku smiles warmly. “And I’m the OG Saiyaman,” and he thrusts with cruel precision.
“Wait!” She punches weakly, drowning in her own mounting pleasure, and notices he’s covered in dirt, dried blood, and dark bruises.
He simply grunts and slips from her folds, rubs his juiced-up knob against her teeny clit, then props up against her petite ass hole.
“No, not that again!” she cries, beseeching darkness.
Goku claps a powerful palm over her mouth, “You liked it last time.”
Her hands fly wildly, vainly, to thwart his inevitability—but with gravity’s backup, he forces her innocent sphincter to swallow his whole power pole. When she struggles, he merely grumbles, “Relax.”
Videl’s groans muffle against his acrid hand, gripping with uncharacteristic blood lust, as he finally rams ruthlessly. Faster and faster he wedges in deep; he reaches down and fingers her swollen clit. She cries out so loud, he flies higher so he can let her wails warble freely into shouts, escalating into ravenous screams, louder and louder. Filled with shame and filthy pleasure, she rocks her obscene orgasm to its last clenching spasm, and still her body pulses and tweaks and shudders down her limbs. She is electrified with betrayal, confusion and dumb fucking dickgasmic pleasure as the cycle begins wrenching through her again…
Goku feels her ki flow angrily, powerfully, and lets himself be swept across the barrier of existence and rapture. There is only consciousness and his burning need to blast seed—his terrifying roar echoes against the clouds and he spews his angry load into Videl’s slim supple ass.
Heartbeats later, he dumps her back onto her childish comforter.
“I wantcha shaved next time,” he quips as he disappears with a pop.