I am disappointed 😔
I would hoped that we would reach 700 power stone. But we didn't.... I am however a generous man you guys have one more day.
Otherwise Goku won't like what Beerus would do his ass.
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That aside.
This might genuinely the best sex chapter l have ever written.
I hoped to gift you this chapter for 700 ps but oh well.
I have another one of these ready for 1000 ps.
Make sure to remove your pant this is almost Three thousand two hundred words
Regardless enjoy.
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Yasaka's nine golden tails snapped rigid — a violent, trembling flare of fur and power — as her self-control shattered like brittle glass under an unbearable weight.
In a blur of desperate motion that stunned the entire courtyard into breathless, horrified silence, she surged forward.
Her lips crashed against Frieza's.
The kiss was raw — feral — a collision of centuries of pent-up hunger and primal need. Her mouth claimed his with bruising force, tongue pushing past his lips in a bold, starving sweep, tasting the faint metallic sweetness of his ki and the dark spice that was uniquely him.
One hand gripped the collar of his wine-red suit, claws tearing through fabric to anchor herself, the other sliding to the back of his neck, fingers tangling in white hair as she pulled him down, molding her body against his until no space remained.
Her full breasts crushed against his chest, nipples hard and aching through the thin silk, hips rolling shamelessly as the slick heat between her thighs soaked through her gown, leaving a wet trail on his trousers. Her tails curled around his legs — golden fur brushing his thighs, wrapping him in a possessive, trembling embrace, the tips teasing the backs of his knees.
Frieza did not pull away.
He stood motionless for one heartbeat — letting her devour him, letting her feel the unyielding steel of his body beneath the suit, letting her tremble and drip against him.
Then he answered.
His hand slid to her waist — fingers splaying wide, possessive, digging into the soft curve just above her hip with enough force to leave faint marks on her skin. His other hand cupped the back of her head — tangling in golden hair — tilting her face up to deepen the kiss. His tongue met hers — slow, deliberate, dominating — claiming every inch of her mouth with languid, devastating strokes, tasting the sweetness of her desperation and the faint salt of her tears.
Yasaka moaned into his mouth — a low, broken sound that vibrated against his lips, raw and needy, her body arching into him instinctively. Her hips ground harder — shameless — the slick, aching heat of her pussy pressing against the thick, growing bulge beneath his trousers, fabric the only barrier between them. Her thighs trembled, slickness running down her inner legs in hot rivulets, soaking through silk and staining his suit.
When they finally parted — lips swollen, glistening, breaths mingling in short, ragged pants — Yasaka's red eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown wide with lust, cheeks flushed a deep crimson that spread down her neck and across her chest.
She spoke — voice husky, trembling, thick with need.
"Let's… take this somewhere private."
The words were a plea wrapped in command — breathless, aching, dripping with surrender.
Frieza's smile was slow — wicked — eyes gleaming with dark, triumphant hunger.
He leaned in — lips brushing the shell of her ear, breath hot and deliberate.
"As you wish… my queen." His voice mocking.
He released her — stepping back just enough to give her space — but his hand lingered at the small of her back, fingers trailing down the curve of her spine in a slow, possessive caress that made her shiver violently.
Yasaka straightened — trembling, aura flaring golden and wild — and turned to her stunned warriors.
"Clear the my bedroom," she ordered, voice shaking but firm, thighs pressed together to hide the slickness dripping down her legs. "No one enters. No one disturbs."
The cat-girls obeyed instantly — rifles clattering to the marble as they scrambled, faces flushed with shock, confusion, and unwilling arousal.
Frieza offered his arm — gallant, mocking, the gesture dripping with dark promise.
Yasaka took it — fingers digging into his sleeve, claws pricking through fabric, her body leaning into him as if drawn by gravity.
Together they walked — her hips swaying, tails brushing his legs with every step, his aura coiling around her like a lover's embrace, teasing, claiming, promising.
The palace doors opened.
The bedroom awaited — vast, golden, empty.
And the Queen of the Nine Tailed Clans — ancient, proud, unbreakable — had just surrendered her lips.
Her body.
Her dripping, aching need.
To the invader.
Frieza's smile never wavered.
The game had only just begun.
And Yasaka…
Was already drowning.
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In Yasaka bedroom
Frieza guided her backward with deliberate slowness, his hands firm on her waist as the backs of Yasaka's knees met the edge of the massive silk-draped bed in the center of the bedroom. The golden sheets whispered beneath her as she sank down, nine tails fanning out like a halo of molten sunlight across the mattress.
He never broke eye contact.
His red gaze burned into hers — possessive, patient, predatory.
Frieza lowered himself over her, one knee pressing between her thighs, parting them just enough to make her breath hitch.
He started with her hand.
Lifting it to his lips, he pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to her knuckles — tongue flicking lightly over her skin.
Then up her wrist.
Then along the sensitive inside of her forearm.
Each kiss was deliberate — wet, lingering — leaving a trail of heat that made her shiver.
~ "Mmmh…"
Yasaka's voice trembled — soft, needy.
He reached the crook of her elbow — tongue tracing the delicate skin there — then continued upward, lips brushing the swell of her bicep before finally arriving at the curve of her shoulder.
He nipped gently.
She arched — a small, involuntary whimper escaping.
~ "Ahh…"
Frieza smiled against her skin — wicked, knowing.
He moved lower.
Kisses trailed across the tops of her breasts — teasing the creamy swell above the neckline of her gown. His hands slid up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her heavy breasts, lifting them slightly through the silk.
He peeled the fabric down with agonizing slowness — exposing one perfect, golden nipple.
His tongue circled it once — slow, wet, deliberate.
Then he took it into his mouth — sucking gently, rolling the hardened peak with the flat of his tongue.
Yasaka's back bowed off the bed.
~ "Nnh… ahh~!"
Her fingers dug into his hair, tails thrashing wildly against the sheets.
Frieza lavished the same attention on the other breast — sucking, licking, grazing with his teeth just enough to make her gasp.
Then he continued downward.
Kisses mapped her ribs.
Her stomach.
The soft, quivering plane of her abdomen.
He lingered at her navel — tongue dipping inside, swirling lazily.
Yasaka's hips bucked — desperate, seeking friction.
~ "Frieza… please…"
He ignored the plea.
Instead, he moved to her inner thighs — thick, soft, supple, trembling under his touch.
He kissed one thigh — slow, open-mouthed — then bit gently, teeth sinking in just enough to leave faint marks.
Yasaka cried out — hips jerking upward.
~ "A-ahh! Haa…!"
He soothed the bite with his tongue — long, slow licks — tasting the salt of her skin, the faint sweetness of her arousal that had dripped down her thighs.
Her pussy glistened — swollen, dripping, aching — but he ignored it completely.
He kissed the other thigh — another gentle bite — another soothing lick.
Yasaka was shaking now — thighs quivering, tails wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him closer in silent desperation.
~ "Please… Frieza… touch me… I can't ... I need this pleaseeeeee.—"
He lifted his head — red eyes dark with hunger.
"Not yet."
He returned to her breasts — tongue rolling over one nipple, then the other — sucking deeply, teeth grazing just enough to make her sob with need.
~ "Ahh~! Nnngh… please…!"
Her hips rolled against empty air — pussy clenching on nothing, dripping onto the sheets.
Frieza's smile was cruel —evil — triumphant.
He had her exactly where he wanted her.
Desperate.
Dripping.
Begging.
And he was only just beginning.
Frieza's lips left her breasts with a soft, wet pop, the nipple glistening and flushed from his attention. Yasaka's chest heaved — breaths coming in short, desperate pants — her body arching off the silk sheets in silent plea. Her nine golden tails thrashed weakly against the mattress, the tips curling and uncurling with every throb of need between her thighs.
He kissed downward again — slow, torturous — tracing the soft undercurve of her breasts, then the delicate dip of her ribs, the quivering plane of her stomach. His tongue dipped into her navel, swirling lazily, drawing a broken whimper from deep in her throat.
~ "Nnh… Frieza… please…"
Her voice cracked — raw, needy — hips lifting off the bed in search of friction that never came.
He ignored it.
Instead, he moved to her inner thighs — thick, soft, trembling under his touch.
Frieza kissed one thigh — open-mouthed, slow — sucking lightly at the sensitive skin just inches from her dripping core. His teeth grazed — gentle, teasing — then bit down just hard enough to make her gasp.
~ "Ahh~!"
Yasaka's hips bucked — pussy clenching on nothing, more slick dripping down her folds, soaking the sheets beneath her.
He soothed the bite with his tongue — long, languid licks — tasting the salt of her skin, the faint sweetness of her arousal that had trickled down her thighs.
Then he moved to the other thigh — another slow kiss, another gentle bite, another soothing lick.
Her legs trembled violently — thighs spreading wider on instinct, offering herself completely.
~ "Haa… Frieza… I can't— please touch me… I need—"
He lifted his head — red eyes dark, gleaming with cruel amusement.
"oh no no no how can l just leave those behind"
He returned to her breasts — tongue circling one nipple, then the other — sucking deeply, teeth grazing the sensitive peaks until she sobbed.
~ "A-ahh~! Nnngh…!"
Frieza's hand slid down her side — fingers tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hip — then ghosted over her mound without touching where she needed it most.
His fingertips brushed the outer lips — feather-light — gathering her slick on his glove.
He lifted the finger to his mouth — tongue darting out to taste her.
Yasaka watched — eyes wide, pupils blown — a broken moan tearing from her throat.
~ "Oh gods… Frieza…"
He smiled against her skin — wicked, knowing.
"You taste fishy, Yasaka. But l like that"
He kissed her stomach again — lower this time — tongue tracing the sensitive skin just above her clit, so close she could feel his breath against her swollen folds.
Her hips jerked — chasing his mouth.
~ "Please… please… I'm begging you…"
Frieza chuckled — low, dark — the vibration rumbling against her skin.
"Begging already?"
He kissed the crease where thigh met hip — agonizingly close — tongue flicking out to taste the slick that had pooled there.
~ "Haa~! Ahh…!"
Yasaka's back bowed — tails thrashing, claws tearing into the sheets.
Frieza pulled back — just enough — lips hovering over her dripping pussy.
"You're soaked, my queen."
His breath ghosted her clit — warm, teasing — making it throb harder.
"Tell me what you want."
Yasaka's voice broke — desperate, trembling.
"Your mouth… your tongue… your manly dick please… I need it… I need you…"
Frieza's smile was slow — triumphant.
"Good Girl."
He leaned in — tongue flicking out once — a single, slow drag from her entrance to her clit.
Yasaka screamed — hips bucking, tails wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him closer.
~ "YES—! Ahh~! Oh gods—!"
He licked again — slow, teasing — circling her clit without touching it directly, tasting every drop of her arousal.
Yasaka sobbed — body trembling, thighs shaking, pussy clenching on nothing.
Frieza savored her — every moan, every twitch, every desperate roll of her hips.
He was in complete control.
And he intended to keep her on the edge…
Until she shattered.
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Frieza's cock — thick, hard, pulsing with heat — lined up perfectly against Yasaka's smooth, hairless pussy. The lips were swollen, glistening, dripping with need, parting slightly as the broad head nudged against her entrance.
He didn't rush.
He pushed in slowly — inch by torturous inch — stretching her open with unrelenting pressure.
Yasaka's back arched off the silk sheets — a raw, guttural scream tearing from her throat as her walls clenched around the invasion.
~ "AHHHHH—! Too big—! Frieza—! I'm not—!"
Her voice broke into desperate sobs, legs trembling, tails thrashing wildly against the mattress.
Frieza didn't stop.
He sank deeper — slow, deliberate — feeling every flutter, every spasm of her tight heat gripping him like a vice.
Her nails raked down his back — claws drawing thin lines of golden blood — as she begged, voice cracking.
"Please—! Slow—! I'm not ready—! It's too much—!"
He ignored her.
Bottoming out with one final, smooth thrust — hips flush against hers, cock buried to the hilt inside her spasming pussy.
Yasaka's scream turned into a shattered wail — body convulsing, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.
Frieza paused — letting her feel every thick inch stretching her, filling her completely.
Then he moved.
Slow at first — long, deep strokes that dragged against her sensitive walls.
Within a minute, the head of his cock found it — her g-spot — swollen, throbbing, begging.
He angled his hips.
And hit it.
Gently.
Then harder.
Then gentle again.
Then hard.
Yasaka's body jerked with every thrust — screams turning into broken moans as pleasure crashed over the pain.
~ "Ahh~! There—! Oh gods—! Frieza—!"
Her pussy clenched — slick gushing around him, soaking his thighs, dripping onto the sheets.
He kept the rhythm — alternating — teasing — driving her insane.
Her tails wrapped around his waist — pulling him deeper — hips bucking to meet every thrust.
~ "Nngh—! Yes—! Harder—! Please—!"
She came.
Hard.
A violent, shattering orgasm ripped through her — pussy spasming, walls milking his cock, juices squirting in hot bursts against his pelvis.
She screamed — raw, primal — body convulsing, back arched off the bed, tails thrashing, claws digging into his shoulders.
~ "AAAAHHH—! CUMMING—!"
Her vision whited out — pleasure so intense it bordered pain.
Frieza didn't stop.
He didn't cum.
He kept thrusting — ignoring her oversensitive cries, ignoring the way her body twitched and jerked from overstimulation.
~ "No—! Too much—! I can't—! Please—!"
Her pleas only made him go harder — hips snapping forward, cock slamming against her g-spot with brutal precision.
Yasaka sobbed — tears streaming — body betraying her again, another orgasm building against her will.
~ "Frieza—! I'm—! Again—!"
He leaned down — lips brushing her ear — voice low, dark, possessive.
"l haven't even cumed yet how can l stop."
His pace quickened — relentless — pounding into her dripping pussy, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the throne room.
Yasaka's screams turned hoarse — body shaking, tails limp, overwhelmed.
Frieza's smile was cruel — beautiful — triumphant.
He wasn't done.
Not even close.
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Frieza's thrusts slowed but never stopped — deep, deliberate rolls of his hips that kept Yasaka trembling on the razor's edge even after her third shattering orgasm.
Her body was a live wire beneath him: golden tails limp and twitching, thighs quaking, pussy still fluttering around his cock in weak, exhausted spasms.
Her voice had gone hoarse from screaming, reduced to soft, broken whimpers and breathless pleas.
~ "Haa… Frieza… I—I can't anymore… please…"
He ignored the plea.
After an hour of relentless pounding — her body wrung out, sheets soaked, air thick with the scent of sex and sweat — Frieza finally decided to let go.
His rhythm changed — faster, harder, hips snapping forward with bruising force.
Yasaka's eyes widened — fresh tears spilling — as she felt him swell even thicker inside her.
~ "W-wait—! You're— ahh~!"
He buried himself to the hilt — cock pulsing — and came.
Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her pussy in powerful spurts, filling her so completely that it leaked out around his shaft, dripping down her ass and onto the ruined silk sheets. Yasaka screamed again — raw, content, overwhelmed — her walls milking him greedily as another smaller orgasm ripped through her exhausted body.
~ "YES—! FILL ME—! FRIEZA—FILL ME WITH YOUR KITTENS AHH YESSS!"
Her back arched off the bed, tails curling weakly around his waist, claws digging into his shoulders as she rode the aftershocks, pussy clenching rhythmically around his still-throbbing cock.
Warmth spread through her belly — a deep, satisfying fullness that made her moan long and low.
Frieza stayed buried inside her for several long seconds — letting her feel every pulse, every drop — before slowly pulling out with a wet, obscene sound.
Cum and her juices gushed from her gaping pussy, pooling beneath her.
Yasaka collapsed back — chest heaving, eyes glassy, body limp and trembling — finally starting to relax.
Then Frieza moved.
He slid one finger down her soaked folds — scooping a thick mix of his cum and her slick — and brought it lower.
Yasaka's breath hitched as the slick digit circled her tight back entrance.
~ "W-wait… you just came… don't you feel tired…?"
Frieza's grin was slow — wicked — eyes gleaming with dark hunger.
"I could do this all day."
His voice was low, intimate, dripping with promise.
He leaned down — pressing soft, teasing kisses along the curve of her ass — lips brushing the supple flesh, tongue flicking out to taste her skin.
Then he bit — gentle but firm — teeth sinking in just enough to make her gasp.
~ "Ahh~!"
He soothed the bite with his tongue — slow, wet circles — before kissing the other cheek, nipping again, leaving faint red marks that faded almost instantly under her healing.
All the while, his cum-slick finger pressed against her rear entrance — circling, teasing, spreading the warm mixture over the tight ring.
Yasaka whimpered — hips twitching, half trying to pull away, half pushing back.
~ "Frieza… that's… I've never…"
He kissed the small of her back — voice a dark murmur against her skin.
"Shh."
His finger pushed in — slow, careful — stretching her gently while his other hand stroked her hip in soothing circles.
~ "Nngh… ahh…"
Yasaka's tails curled — trembling — as he worked the digit deeper, scissoring lightly, preparing her.
Frieza's cock — still hard, still glistening with their combined release — nudged against her ass.
He kissed the base of her spine — then each golden tail in turn — before whispering against her ear.
"I simply came because I wanted to fuck this luscious ass of yours."
His free hand squeezed one cheek possessively.
"These hips… made for breeding. This ass… made for me."
Yasaka moaned — broken, needy — body surrendering even as her mind spun.
~ "Please… be gentle…"
Frieza chuckled — dark, intimate.
"I'll be whatever I want."
He pressed forward — slow, relentless — the thick head breaching her tight ring.
Yasaka's back bowed — a long, shuddering moan tearing from her throat.
~ "AHH~!"
Frieza paused — letting her adjust — kissing her shoulder, her neck, her ear — whispering filthy praises.
"Good girl… so tight… taking me so well…"
Then he pushed deeper — inch by inch — filling her completely.
Yasaka sobbed — pleasure and stretch mingling — tails wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer.
Frieza groaned — low, primal — hips flush against her ass.
He stayed there — buried to the hilt — letting her feel every thick inch.
Then he moved.
Slow.
Deep.
And Yasaka's world narrowed to nothing but him.