Chapter #10Vegeta can not resist the urge to sniff her anus by: Trailblazer  Vegeta, the prince of all Saiyans, a super Saiyan God(Blue), one of the most formidable warriors across the cosmos… and here he is, dueling with himself to restrain himself from taking a whiff of this low-tier Saiyan tomboy’s asshole because she is an ‘alpha.’ The irony is not lost on Vegeta. It is funny in a way —in a dark, twisted, unacceptable way. If any Saiyan should be an alpha, it is him. He has endured it all. He has fought for the revenge and restoration of his race. He has always believed in his Saiyan pride. If anyone deserves an overwhelming spell like this, it is him! But instead, he has succumbed to it. His proud Saiyan heritage is what has caused his downfall. Heck. If he were not a Saiyan, even without the Super Saiyan God or such fancy forms, he could have beaten this arrogant tomboy to a pulp. But those are all just ifs and buts.
The reality is that he is on his knees behind her smug ass, his body trembling as he struggles against himself. What will Bulma think? What will Trunks think? What will Goku feel about him if he sees him like this?! The fact that Caulifla chose to tame him instead of Goku… —is that an indication that she deemed him more tameable than Goku? That can't be it. He can't accept it. But it is hard to deny the truth laid bare before him. His mind has been rushed by degenerate, perverted thoughts of how her asshole may smell like. He is sick of himself. But his face does not stop approaching her backside. And a mere hint of her ass’s musky odor is all it takes to overwhelm his fragile mind. He wants more! All his reservations and pride vanish for that brief period, replaced by an unadulterated craving for this alpha Saiyan woman’s musk.
Vegeta dives forward, burying his face between her firm ass cheeks. His nose presses against the damp lining on her ass crack, taking multiple quick sniffs to look for the place where her smell is the most potent, that is, where her asshole is.
Caulifla bursts into a chortle, letting go of her cheeks and leaning back on her newest pet’s face. Her bubble butt squishes the fallen warrior’s face, inviting him deep into her sweaty crevice. It is warm and humid, the air stale and saturated with her unpleasant ass odor. Of course, those tamed by her can't resist that scent, no matter how sweaty or dirty her ass is.
Vegeta does not remember any instructions. Right now, he does not even remember who he is. He can hardly see due to her ass engulfing his face. All he can think about right now is the musky smell of his owner’s ass that is rushing down to his lungs, etching its marks on his nostrils. It melts his mind, turning him into a subhuman ass-sniffer who can't help himself and inhaling lungful after lungful of this intoxicating, foul odor.
This feels so much better than taming Kale! Caulifla does not say it out loud. But her pussy is tingling, her loins warming up as she can hear and feel the mighty Super Saiyan God’s breaths. It is a surreal feeling, watching someone much stronger than her succumb so easily just from sniffing her sweaty asshole. She did not even have to pull her pants down. She wonders what will happen if she does that. Will his mind collapse entirely if she lets him bury his nose in her asshole without the clothes separating them? Or perhaps she should punish him for taking more than one sniff. Her hand is reaching for her moist pussy, rubbing it over the pants. But this is no time to indulge in her power trip so much. She still has a tournament to win.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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