Vados closed the last step between them, her bare feet silent on the warm, rough stone of the mountain ledge. The alien sun bathed her pale skin in golden light, making every curve glow. She reached out slowly, her long fingers trailing down Goku's chest, feeling the hard ridges of muscle and the faint scars from countless battles. Goku's breath hitched—he wasn't used to this kind of slowness, this deliberate touch—but he didn't pull away.
"You always smell like the wind after a fight," she murmured, her voice low and warm. Her hand slid lower, wrapping loosely around the thick base of his cock. She didn't stroke yet; she just held him, feeling how hot and heavy he was in her palm, how the vein along the underside pulsed against her skin.
Goku grinned, cheeks a little flushed. "And you smell like… like flowers and lightning at the same time. Weird, but good."
Vados laughed softly—a rare, genuine sound from an Angel. Then she sank to her knees in front of him.
The rocky ground was uneven, but she didn't seem to care. She looked up at him with those calm violet eyes while her tongue flicked out, tasting the clear bead of pre-cum already leaking from the swollen head. Goku sucked in a sharp breath. She swirled her tongue in slow, lazy circles around the tip, then flattened it and dragged it all the way down the underside in one long, wet stroke.
"Vados…" His voice came out rougher than usual.
She didn't answer with words. Instead she opened her mouth wider and took him in—slowly at first, letting her lips stretch around his girth. She didn't stop until the head bumped the back of her throat. Then she swallowed around him, throat muscles rippling, and Goku's hands flew to her shoulders, fingers digging in just enough to show how much control he was fighting to keep.
She hummed in approval, the vibration traveling straight through him. Then she started to move—long, smooth pulls, lips sealed tight, tongue pressing firmly along the underside every time she slid back up. One hand cupped his heavy balls, rolling them gently, while the other gripped the base so she could stroke what her mouth couldn't reach.
Goku's head tipped back. "That feels… really good," he managed between breaths. His hips gave a small, instinctive twitch forward, but he caught himself and stayed still, letting her set the pace.
Vados pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the glistening head. She stroked him firmly with both hands now, twisting slightly on each upstroke.
"I want to feel you everywhere," she said simply. Then she stood, turned around, and bent forward, bracing her hands on a flat boulder. She arched her back deeply, presenting herself—ass high, thighs parted, pussy visibly swollen and slick, dripping slowly down the inside of one leg.
Goku stared for a second, eyes dark with hunger. "You sure?" he asked, even though his cock was already throbbing harder at the sight.
"Very sure." She glanced back over her shoulder, a small smirk playing on her lips. "Don't hold back, Goku. I won't break."
That was all he needed.
He stepped up behind her, one big hand settling on her hip, the other guiding his cock to her entrance. He rubbed the head up and down her slit a few times, coating himself in her wetness, teasing her clit until she let out a soft, impatient sound—an Angel making an impatient sound was somehow the hottest thing he'd ever heard.
Then he pushed in.
Slow at first. One long, steady slide until he was buried to the hilt. Vados gasped, head dropping forward, silver hair spilling over her shoulders. She was tight—impossibly tight—and so wet that he glided in without resistance, but the heat and the grip made his eyes roll back.
"Fuck…" he breathed, the word slipping out before he could stop it.
Vados laughed breathlessly. "Language, Goku."
He grinned, even though she couldn't see it. Then he pulled back almost all the way and thrust forward again—harder this time. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed off the rocks. Vados moaned, loud and unashamed, pushing back to meet him.
He set a rhythm—deep, powerful strokes that rocked her whole body forward with each thrust. His hands gripped her hips tight enough to leave faint red marks that faded almost instantly thanks to her Angel physiology. Every time he bottomed out, she clenched around him, milking his cock like she wanted to pull him even deeper.
"Harder," she demanded after a minute.
Goku didn't hesitate. He sped up, hips snapping forward with enough force that her breasts bounced wildly beneath her. One hand slid up her spine, fingers tangling in her long hair. He gave a gentle tug—not mean, just enough to arch her back more. The new angle let him hit even deeper, brushing that spot inside her that made her cry out sharply.
"Yes—right there—don't stop—"
He didn't. He fucked her steadily, relentlessly, the sound of their bodies colliding mixing with her moans and his low grunts. Sweat started to bead on his skin again, different from training sweat—this was hotter, hungrier.
Vados reached back between her legs, fingers finding her clit. She rubbed fast little circles while he pounded into her, and within moments her thighs started to shake.
"Goku—I'm going to—"
She didn't finish the sentence. Her whole body locked up, inner walls clamping down so hard it almost hurt in the best way. She came with a sharp, broken cry, back bowing, pussy pulsing rhythmically around his cock. Wetness gushed around him, dripping down his balls and onto the stone below.
Goku groaned at the feeling, thrusts turning erratic. "Vados—gonna—"
"Inside," she gasped immediately. "Come inside me."
That pushed him over. He slammed in one last time, burying himself as deep as possible, and came hard. Thick spurts flooded her, pulse after pulse, until it was leaking out around his cock despite how tightly she gripped him. His hips jerked with each wave, low growls rumbling in his chest.
They stayed locked together for long moments, breathing hard. Goku leaned over her back, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along her shoulder blades. Vados hummed contentedly, still trembling a little.
Finally he eased out slowly, watching his cum drip from her swollen pussy in thick white strands. She straightened, turned, and kissed him—slow and deep, tongue sliding against his like they had all the time in the universe.
When they parted, she smiled up at him, cheeks flushed for once.
"Training can wait another few minutes," she said, voice husky.
Goku laughed, already half-hard again just from looking at her. "Yeah… I think we've got time for round two."
She snapped her fingers once more. This time a soft blanket of shimmering energy appeared beneath them—warm, clean, perfect. She tugged him down onto it.
"Show me how much stamina a Saiyan really has," she challenged, already spreading her legs for him again.
Goku's grin was wide and boyish and hungry all at once.
"Challenge accepted."