The heavy door to the bedchamber clicked shut behind them with a soft, final sound. Caulifla stood in the middle of the room, arms folded under her chest, trying to look calm even though her heart was already racing. She glanced around once more, just to be sure everyone understood what was about to happen.
"This is our room tonight," she said, voice low but steady. "No one's leaving until we're all satisfied."
The bed was enormous—pure white sheets, wide enough for ten grown warriors to stretch out without touching. The walls were deep blue and black, lit by warm yellow lamps that made everything feel soft and private. It smelled faintly of clean linen and something sweet, like the air itself was excited.
Kale was the first to move. She walked straight to the bed, climbed up, and knelt near the middle, hands resting on her thighs. Her cheeks were already bright pink. Caulifla followed, sitting on the edge of the mattress, kicking off her boots. Piccolo stayed by the door a moment longer, arms crossed, watching everything with those sharp red eyes. Then Goku stepped forward, right in front of Caulifla.
He didn't say anything at first. He just leaned down slowly and pressed his lips to hers—soft, careful, almost shy. When he pulled back, Caulifla's eyes went wide.
"Hey!" she barked, face flaming red. "Warn a girl, you idiot! I wasn't ready!"
Goku only grinned that easy, goofy grin of his. Then he kissed her again—harder this time, no warning, no gentleness. His tongue slipped past her lips, tasting her, teasing her. Caulifla made a surprised little sound in her throat, but she kissed him back just as fierce. Her hands grabbed the front of his gi, pulling him closer.
While they were lost in the kiss, Goku's fingers found the waistband of her pants. He tugged them down slowly. Caulifla lifted her hips without thinking, letting him slide the fabric off her legs. The pants landed somewhere on the floor with a soft thud. Now she was completely naked from the waist down, her smooth skin glowing under the yellow lights.
Goku stepped back just long enough to strip himself. Shirt first—up and over his head, showing that hard, scarred chest. Then the pants. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already standing straight up. Caulifla stared, mouth open a little. She had seen him fight a thousand times, but never like this.
Across the bed, Piccolo had moved without a word. He caught Kale by the wrist and pulled her gently toward him. She went willingly, but her voice was tiny.
"Please… don't hurt me," she whispered.
Piccolo gave a single, slow nod. "Never," he said, voice deep and calm.
His clothes were already gone—green skin shining, muscles tight, cock huge and ridged with veins. He laid Kale back on the sheets and peeled her top away like he was unwrapping something precious. Her breasts spilled out—full, heavy, bigger than Caulifla's, dark nipples already stiff. When he slid her pants down, thick black curls framed her pussy, glistening wet. Her scent filled the air, warm and sweet and needy.
Piccolo's big hands circled her waist. He lifted her easily, lining himself up. The fat head of his cock brushed her folds. Kale shivered.
"I'm going in now," he told her.
She nodded fast, spreading her legs wide, knees bent, feet planted on the bed. Wetness dripped from her onto the white sheets.
Piccolo pushed forward—slow at first. Kale's pussy was impossibly tight, gripping him like it never wanted to let go. He groaned low in his throat as inch after inch sank inside her heat.
"Ahh!" Kale cried out, back arching. Her hands clutched the sheets.
When he was fully inside, he paused, letting her breathe. Then he started to move—long, deep strokes that made soft wet sounds fill the room. Clap… clap… clap… Each thrust made Kale moan louder, her big breasts bouncing, nipples brushing against his chest.
On the other side of the huge bed, Goku had flipped Caulifla onto her hands and knees. She didn't fight it—she wanted it. Her ass was high in the air, back arched, shaved pussy shining with her own juices. Goku knelt behind her, one hand on her hip, the other guiding his cock.
He rubbed the head up and down her slit a few times, teasing her. Caulifla growled and pushed back.
"Quit playing around and fuck me already!"
Goku laughed under his breath. Then he drove in—one long, smooth thrust that buried him to the hilt.
Caulifla screamed into the pillow, fingers clawing the sheets. He was huge—stretching her, filling her completely. Sweat broke out across her back almost instantly.
Goku didn't hold back. His hips snapped forward again and again—hard, fast, relentless. Clap-clap-clap-clap-cl urination-clap! The sound of skin hitting skin echoed off the walls. Every thrust sent a jolt through Caulifla's whole body. Her arms shook. Her toes curled.
"Goku—Goku—harder!" she gasped.
He grabbed both her hips with strong hands and pounded even deeper. Sweat poured down his chest, dripping onto her back. His abs flexed with every thrust, muscles tight and shining.
Across from them, Piccolo had Kale on her back now, legs over his shoulders. He was slamming into her so hard the bed creaked. Kale's moans were high and sweet, almost singing. Tears of pleasure shone in her eyes.
"Yes—yes—Piccolo—don't stop!" she begged.
Piccolo's face was fierce, fangs bared, but his hands were gentle—one stroking her hair, the other rubbing slow circles over her clit. Every time his thumb brushed that swollen little button, Kale's whole body jerked and she cried out louder.
Caulifla glanced over, watching them. The sight of shy little Kale getting wrecked like that sent fresh heat rushing between her legs. She pushed back harder against Goku, meeting every thrust.
"Fuck me harder, Goku—please—I need it!"
Goku's eyes flashed. He wrapped one arm under her stomach, lifting her knees off the bed so only her cheek and shoulders touched the sheets. Then he really let loose—hips blurring, cock slamming home again and again and again. Wet sounds filled the air, mixed with their heavy breathing and the endless clap-clap-clap of flesh on flesh.
Sweat flew off them in tiny drops. The room smelled thick with sex—hot skin, sweet juices, raw need.
Minutes blurred together. Maybe an hour. Maybe more. No one was counting.
Caulifla felt the pressure building low in her belly, coiling tighter and tighter. Her moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure.
"I'm—Goku—I'm gonna—"
"Do it," he growled in her ear. "Come on my cock, Caulifla."
That pushed her over. She screamed, whole body locking up, pussy clamping down hard around him. Waves of pure bliss crashed through her, again and again, until she was shaking and gasping for air.
At the same moment, Kale wailed—high and desperate—as her own orgasm hit. Her legs kicked in the air, toes pointed, back arched so high only her head and ass touched the bed. Piccolo kept thrusting through it, drawing it out until she was babbling nonsense.
Goku and Piccolo locked eyes across the bed. No words—just a quick nod.
They pulled out at the same time. The girls collapsed, panting, legs trembling, pussies red and dripping.
But no one was finished.
Goku crawled over to Kale. She looked up at him with huge, trusting eyes, chest still heaving. He brushed a strand of sweaty hair from her face and kissed her—soft at first, then deeper. Kale melted into it, arms winding around his neck.
Piccolo moved to Caulifla. She smirked up at him, cheeky even when exhausted.
"Took you long enough, Namekian."
He didn't answer with words. He simply flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and slid into her in one smooth stroke. Caulifla's eyes rolled back.
"Oh fuuuuck yes…"
Goku laid Kale on her back again, spreading her thighs wide. She was still sensitive, still dripping from Piccolo, but when Goku pushed inside her she welcomed him with a long, happy moan. He was different—thicker in some places, hitting new spots—and Kale's hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging in.
Round two started slower, almost gentle. Goku kissed Kale's neck, her breasts, sucking each nipple until she whimpered. Piccolo took his time with Caulifla, long deep strokes that made her curse and beg in the same breath.
But gentle never lasts long with Saiyans.
Soon the pace picked up again. Faster. Harder. The bed rocked dangerously. Headboard banging against the wall. Sheets twisted and soaked with sweat and cum.
Caulifla reached back between her legs, rubbing her clit in frantic circles while Piccolo pounded her from behind. Kale wrapped her legs around Goku's waist, pulling him deeper, heels digging into his back.
Their voices mixed together—moans, gasps, broken pleas.
"More—more—don't stop—please—fuck—yes—right there—harder—Goku—Piccolo—ahh!"
Sweat poured off all four of them. Hair stuck to faces. Skin slid against skin, slick and burning hot.
Another climax built, huge and unstoppable. This time they all felt it coming at once.
Goku's thrusts turned wild, hips stuttering. Piccolo's head fell back, fangs bared in a silent snarl. Caulifla screamed first, second orgasm ripping through her even stronger than the first. Kale followed a heartbeat later, whole body seizing, pussy fluttering around Goku.
The boys couldn't hold back. Goku buried himself deep inside Kale and came with a rough shout, pumping rope after rope of thick cum into her. Piccolo slammed into Caulifla one last time and let go, flooding her with heat until it leaked down her thighs.
For a long moment, no one moved. Just the sound of ragged breathing and the soft drip of sweat onto sheets.
Then, slowly, they collapsed together in the middle of the huge bed—limbs tangled, bodies pressed close, hearts hammering against each other.
Caulifla laughed first, breathless and hoarse.
"Next time," she mumbled into Goku's chest, "we're using the whole damn bed."
Kale giggled, shy again now that it was over, and buried her face against Piccolo's shoulder.
Goku just grinned up at the ceiling, one arm around Kale, the other reaching to ruffle Caulifla's messy hair.
Piccolo closed his eyes, a rare, tiny smile on his lips.
The yellow lamps glowed softly over four very tired, very happy warriors, already dreaming of round three.