The air inside Lord Beerus's private chambers was warm and thick with the scent of sweat and something sweeter, something that only happens when two immortal beings forget every rule of the universe for a little while.
Whis lay face-down on the wide bed, his long pale-blue fingers clutching the silk sheets so tightly that his knuckles had gone even paler than usual. His back arched, his slim body trembling with every hard, deep thrust that Lord Beerus gave him. Beerus's purple skin glistened under the dim golden lights of the room. His long, thick cock (deep violet with a bright red tip) slid in and out of Whis's tight entrance again and again, faster and harder each time.
"F-fuck… that's good," Whis moaned softly, his normally calm and polite voice cracking into something raw and needy. His eyes were half-closed, his mouth open, little gasps spilling out every time Beerus pushed all the way inside.
Beerus growled low in his throat, sounding more like the God of Destruction he was. His sharp nails dug into Whis's narrow hips, pulling the taller angel back to meet every rough thrust. "Ahh… yes…" Beerus groaned, his golden eyes glowing faintly with pleasure. The harder he pounded into Whis, the wetter everything became. Sweat rolled down both of their bodies, dripping from Beerus's chest onto Whis's back, sliding down the curve of his ass where their bodies kept slamming together.
The only sounds in the room were wet skin slapping against skin, heavy breathing, and the creaking of the enormous bed.
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap. The rhythm never slowed. Beerus's hips snapped forward again and again, driving his entire length deep inside Whis until the angel's whole body shook.
"Whis… I'm… I'm coming!" Beerus suddenly shouted, voice rough and almost angry with how good it felt. His fingers tightened on Whis's waist, pulling him back hard, burying himself as deep as he could possibly go.
"Yes, Lord Beerus… I want to feel you inside me… all of you…" Whis whimpered, pushing his face into the sheets, muffling his cries. His own cock, long and pale and already leaking, rubbed helplessly against the bed with every thrust.
Beerus's whole body tensed. He threw his head back, fangs flashing, and with one last powerful thrust he came. Thick, hot spurts of cum flooded deep inside Whis, so much that it started to leak out around Beerus's cock even while he was still moving. Whis's body tightened around him, milking every last drop, pulling a long, shaky groan from the destroyer's throat.
"Haa… hmmm…" Beerus sighed, satisfied and suddenly very tired. He pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip from Whis's stretched hole onto the ruined sheets. Then he simply flopped down onto the bed like a cat that had finished its meal.
Whis collapsed beside him, chest heaving, face flushed a soft lavender color. For a quiet moment they just looked at each other, golden eyes meeting pale violet ones. Beerus reached out, cupped Whis's cheek almost gently, and gave him one small, surprisingly soft kiss on the lips.
Whis smiled, warm and lazy, his cock still rock-hard and pulsing against his stomach, veins standing out along its length.
"That was fun," Beerus mumbled, already half-asleep already. Then his face turned serious again, the sleepy god replaced by the grumpy destroyer everyone knew. "Erm… thank you, Whis. Now leave. I need to sleep. Do not disturb my nap, or I will destroy something you like."
He pointed one sharp claw toward the door, eyes narrowed.
Whis only chuckled softly, bowed his head a little, and stood up. Thick white cum still dripped slowly down the inside of his thighs as he walked, but he didn't bother to clean it. He simply smoothed his hair, gave Beerus one last amused smile, and left the room, closing the heavy door behind him without a sound.
The hallway outside was cool and quiet. Whis walked a few steps, still completely naked, cock bobbing with every step, when—
Clang!
A metal tray full of food crashed to the floor. Fruits and breads rolled everywhere.
Cheelai stood there, green skin turning a darker shade as she stared, mouth open. "What—! Why are you naked, Whis?!"
Whis turned, not embarrassed at all, and gave her his usual calm, cheerful smile. "Oh my, Cheelai. Perfect timing. I was just coming to look for you."
His cock was still hard, glistening at the tip, and a thin trail of Beerus's cum still slid down his leg.
Cheelai's eyes flicked down, then up, then down again. She crossed her arms, trying to look angry even though her cheeks were burning. "I thought what happened in that cave was a one-time thing, Whis."
Whis tilted his head, hands politely folded behind his back like he wasn't standing there completely naked and freshly fucked. "I never said it was a one-time thing, my dear. And please, keep your voice down. Lord Beerus is sleeping."
Cheelai huffed, glanced left and right down the empty hallway, then muttered, "So I'm doing this to keep Broly—and myself—alive, right? Fine. But not out here. Somewhere private."
"Agreed," Whis said pleasantly. He snapped his fingers. In a soft flash of pale light, both of them vanished from the hallway and reappeared inside a different guest chamber, far away from Beerus's rooms.
The new room was softer—big round bed, low lighting, warm air. Whis turned to her, smiling that same calm smile, cum still dripping slowly from the tip of his cock. "Let's begin, shall we?"
Cheelai swallowed hard, eyes dark with a mix of nerves and want. She kicked off her boots and started pulling off her jacket.
Meanwhile, far away on Earth…
The desert was now nothing but broken rock and smoking craters. Mountains that had stood for thousands of years were gone, turned to dust. The sky itself looked bruised—purple and red and angry.
Two warriors stood in the middle of the destruction.
Broly's muscles bulged under torn green fur, eyes wild, hair a wild green mess. His chest rose and fell like a furious animal. Across from him, Vegeta stood proud, arms crossed, his new evolved Super Saiyan form crackling with yellow-white lightning. His blue clothing was in shreds, but his smirk was sharp as ever.
Broly roared and charged again, fists flying faster than sound. Boom! Boom! Boom! Each punch cracked the air, but Vegeta danced around them like it was nothing. He had spent days learning every move Broly had.
Broly snarled, realizing he was losing ground. He leapt back, raised one massive hand to the sky, and green energy began to gather—more and more, bigger and bigger—until the ball of power was the size of a mountain, burning the sand below it to glass.
"ARRGHHHHHH!" Broly screamed and hurled the giant energy sphere straight at Vegeta.
The attack moved slowly but with terrifying power, turning the ground red-hot as it passed.
Vegeta's smirk grew. Lightning snapped louder around him. He brought his hands together in front of him. The ground for miles around started to shake. Golden energy exploded out of his body in waves.
"Final…" he said calmly.
The air itself seemed to scream.
"FLASH!!!"
A huge, blinding beam of pure yellow-white energy shot from Vegeta's hands, thick as a skyscraper, roaring like a thousand dragons. It slammed head-on into Broly's green attack.
The two energies clashed in the middle, pushing against each other, sending out shockwaves that flattened everything left standing for hundreds of miles. The sky turned white. The ground cracked open like an egg.
"ARRGHHHHHHH!" both warriors screamed, pouring every last bit of power they had into their attacks.
For one long, terrible moment the two beams held even.
Then Vegeta narrowed his eyes, pushed one final time, and his Final Flash surged forward. It swallowed Broly's attack whole, turning everything white.
BOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!
The explosion was so huge it could be seen from space. A white-hot dome of energy expanded outward, vaporizing rock, sending a wall of wind and fire racing across the planet. Trees bent flat. Oceans sloshed. Cities far away rattled like toys.
In a small house on Mount Paozu, Gohan jumped up from his desk, glasses sliding down his nose. He ran to the window and stared at the sky that suddenly looked like a sun had been born on Earth.
"What… what was that huge energy just now?" he whispered, eyes wide.
Miles away, on his island, Android 17 stood on a cliff, holding one of his lion cubs gently in his arms. He looked toward the desert, a small knowing smile on his face.
"Hm. Saiyans," he said simply, and scratched the cub behind the ears while the sky slowly returned to blue.
Far above, in the quiet halls of Beerus's planet, Whis and Cheelai were just getting started on round one, and Lord Beerus slept like a spoiled cat, dreaming of pudding and destruction.
The universe kept spinning, full of fights and secrets and pleasures no one ever talked about out loud.