Faye's Solo Trial
This time, Shin did not stand nearby.
He watched from afar, far enough that Faye would feel alone, close enough to intervene if things went truly wrong. Taru stood opposite Faye, silent, unmoving, his presence restrained but unmistakable.
"You wanted to prove yourself," Taru said calmly.
"Stand."
Faye nodded and centered himself.
Then Taru released everything.
All his his primal aura focused on one thing..
Desire.
The aura rolled outward in a suffocating wave, hot, intimate, invasive. It pressed against Faye's thoughts instead of his body, whispering instead of crushing. Every instinct screamed at once: submit, endure, flee, lean closer, breathe.
Faye held on.
Seconds passed.
Then minutes.
His knees shook, but he didn't fall. His breath stuttered, but he kept breathing. He remembered Shin's lessons, don't resist, don't chase, let it pass through you.
For a moment, it worked.
Then Taru focused.
The aura narrowed, sharpened, and wrapped around Faye like a presence leaning close without touching. Faye's concentration fractured not from fear, but from sensation. His thoughts scattered, his body reacting faster than his mind could follow.
Too much.
The pressure spiked... not violent, but consuming. Faye gasped, lost his footing, and collapsed to the stone floor, overwhelmed by sensation rather than force. The aura vanished instantly.
Silence.
Taru stepped back, expression unreadable.
Shin was there in an instant, kneeling beside Faye, one hand glowing faintly with calming divine ki.
"You did well," Shin said quietly.
"You stood longer than anyone should have."
Faye didn't argue. He couldn't. His body felt drained, his mind fogged, his instincts rattled in a way that left him shaken and strangely aware of his limits.
Taru turned away.
"Now you know," he said.
"Power isn't always about force."
For days afterward, Faye rested. Shin monitored him closely, gentle, protective, quietly adjusting training plans. No one spoke of the moment directly, but it changed everything.
Faye had touched the edge.
And survived.
Angels Attempt Direct Incursion
The Angels chose escalation.
A controlled breach, precise, overwhelming, final. Reality peeled open as Angelic constructs descended into the hidden space, designed to isolate, suppress, and extract.
They failed immediately.
Taru's presence bent the incursion vectors, destabilizing containment fields before they fully formed. Shin countered with forbidden Kai geometry, folding space into loops Angels couldn't predict. Faye, still recovering, held the line by anchoring their shared ki, instinctively reinforcing the bond.
Observers watched in disbelief.
"They're not acting independently," an Angel hissed.
"They're functioning as a unit."
The incursion collapsed in seconds.
The Angels withdrew.
Silence followed but not peace.
They return to their hidden realm...
Time passes slowly...
Weeks had passed, but the memory of the hot springs and the way Taru had claimed him there, lingered in Faye's mind like an ember. When Taru's hand found his wrist, pulling him toward the hidden dimension once more, Faye didn't hesitate. His steps were lighter now, his confidence flamboyant, bold. The shy, trembling Kai from before was gone, replaced by someone who *knew* what he wanted and who he belonged to.
The steam rose around them as they stepped into the water, the heat wrapping around Faye's skin like an old lover's embrace. He didn't wait. With a playful smirk, he floated toward Taru, his movements fluid, deliberate. The ancient Saiyan's dark frame was a stark contrast to the shimmering water, his golden eyes tracking Faye's every movement with predatory focus.
Faye settled onto Taru's lap without preamble, his petite form fitting against the hard planes of Taru's body as if he'd been made for it. The water lapped at his waist, the heat between them already building. He could feel it, the thick, throbbing heat of Taru's cock sliding between his legs, pressing against him as Taru shifted beneath the water. A shiver ran through Faye, but it wasn't from the steam. It was anticipation.
His fingers trailed down, teasing, before wrapping around Taru's length with a boldness that made the ancient Saiyan's breath hitch. Faye leaned back against Taru's muscular chest, his body relaxed, his touch confident. He stroked slowly, his thumb swirling over the slick tip, feeling the way Taru's muscles tensed beneath him.
"Impatient, little Kai ?" Taru's voice rumbled against his ear, low and rough, but there was no reproach in it, only dark amusement, only *pride*.
Faye tilted his head back, his lips brushing the underside of Taru's jaw. "You taught me not to wait for what I want," he murmured, his voice dripping with newfound audacity. The water rippled around them, the steam curling like fingers, hiding nothing, promising everything.
Taru's hand slid up Faye's thigh, his grip possessive, his touch burning through the water. "Then take it," he growled, his hips rolling forward just enough to make Faye gasp.
And Faye did.
The water rippled between them, a living thing stirred by the heat of their bodies. Faye's breath hitched as he shifted, his smaller frame pressing flush against Taru's towering form. His cock, already hard and aching, nestled against the heavy weight of Taru's, the contrast in size making his pulse spike. The ancient Saiyan's length was thick, veined, the heat of it searing even through the water. Faye's own cock twitched, his balls drawing tight as he rocked forward, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure through him.
Taru's smirk was slow, predatory. His golden eyes darkened, the pupils blowing wide as he watched Faye squirm against him. "Eager," he murmured, his voice a rough purr that vibrated through Faye's bones. Before Faye could retort, Taru's hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around both their shafts in one crushing grip.
Faye gasped, his back arching as Taru's calloused palm squeezed them together. The pressure was overwhelming... his own cock trapped between Taru's fingers and the ancient Saiyan's thick length, the friction already pushing him dangerously close to the edge. Taru's thumb swiped over the slick heads of their cocks, spreading the leaking precum, his touch deliberate, *owning.*
"Taru... !" Faye's voice broke, his fingers clawing at Taru's shoulders. The Saiyan's grip was relentless, his strokes slow at first, but the sheer size of his hand, the way his fingers pressed their cocks together, sent sparks of pleasure skittering up Faye's spine.
"Shh," Taru murmured, his breath hot against Faye's ear. "Let it all out....
Faye's vision whited out.
Taru's hand tightened, his fingers rolling over Faye's balls, pressing them against his own heavy sac. The pressure was too much.. .. too good, too intense. Faye's cock throbbed, his release crashing over him with a violence that stole his breath. His cum spilled between them, thick and pearlescent, mixing with the water as his body jerked, his moans raw and broken.
".. Huh... aahhnn.."
But Taru didn't stop.
His strokes grew harder, faster, his grip unyielding as Faye's cock twitched, oversensitive, still spurting weak jets of cum. Faye's legs trembled, his nails digging crescents into Taru's skin as the Saiyan's free hand gripped his hip, holding him in place.
"Again," Taru commanded, his voice a dark promise.
Faye whimpered. He was done.. spent, wrung out... but Taru's hand was a vice, his cock still rock-hard between them. The ancient Saiyan's ki flared, a golden aura flickering to life around his fist, wrapping around their cocks like a second skin. The energy pulsed, thrumming with power, and Faye's back bowed as another wave of pleasure crashed into him.
His cock ached, but it didn't matter.
Taru's ki demanded more .
Faye's second orgasm tore through him before he could even gasp. His cock pulsed weakly, his balls emptying what little they had left, his body shuddering as Taru's aura milked him, drawing out every last drop of pleasure. His vision blurred, his throat raw from screaming, his body nothing more than a trembling, oversensitive mess in Taru's grip.
And still, Taru stroked.
Faye couldn't speak.
He could barely breathe.
Taru's cock was a brand against his own, the Saiyan's strokes never faltering as his ki pulsed, *coaxing*, *demanding*. Faye's cock was swollen, his pink skin too tight, every nerve alight with an overwhelming, unrelenting pleasure. He could feel Taru's release building, the way his muscles tensed, the way his breath grew ragged.
"you're all Mine," Taru growled, his voice a guttural snarl.
Faye could only nod, his body arching as Taru's ki *flared*, his own cock twitching pathetically as another weak spurt of cum dribbled between them. He was empty, but Taru's power didn't care. It took, pulling another broken moan from his lips as Taru's cock finally pulsed, his release spilling hot and thick over Faye's spent length.
The water hissed where their cum mixed, steam rising in thick, swirling clouds. Taru's hand stilled, his grip finally loosening as Faye slumped against him, his body boneless, his mind a haze of pleasure and exhaustion.
Taru's lips found his ear, his voice a dark murmur. "Good boy... ."
Shin wasn't supposed to hear.
He hadn't meant to listen.
But the kitchen was too close to the hot springs, the walls too thin, the sounds of Faye's broken moans and Taru's dark growls carrying through the steam like a physical blow. Shin's hands stilled over the simmering pot, his knuckles white around the wooden spoon. His jaw clenched, his own cock aching, ignored, as he forced himself to focus on the meal.
Jealousy.... was a bitter taste on his tongue.
He had been Taru's first.. his always. The one who knew the weight of his hands, the sound of his voice when he lost control. The one who had earned every growl, every claim.
But Faye
Faye was new.. .
Faye was soft.
Faye was his, too, damn it.
Shin's grip tightened, the spoon snapping in his hand. He didn't notice. His mind was too busy painting images he hadn't seen—the way Faye's body would arch under Taru's touch, the way his moans would hitch, the way Taru's ki would *wrap* around them both, binding them in ways Shin hadn't been bound in *centuries*.
The pot bubbled over.
Shin didn't move.
Faye's body was a live wire, his skin too sensitive, his cock still twitching weakly as Taru finally released him. The water lapped at his waist, the heat of the spring doing little to soothe the burn of Taru's claim. He could feel it.. the lingering press of Taru's ki, the weight of his release on his skin, the way his body had been reshaped by the ancient Saiyan's touch.
Taru's fingers traced idle patterns on his hip, his touch almost gentle now, a stark contrast to the relentless dominance of moments before. "You took that well," he murmured, his voice a dark purr.
Faye huffed a weak laugh, his body still trembling. "I didn't have a choice."
Taru's smirk was a blade. "You always have a choice, little star." His hand slid up, his thumb brushing over Faye's swollen lips. "You chose this... Remember? ."
Faye's breath hitched.
He had.
And he'd choose it again.
Back in the kitchen..
Shin's silence was louder than any scream.
He moved through the kitchen like a ghost, his movements precise, his expression carefully blank. The meal was platted with practiced ease, the flavors balanced, the presentation flawless. But beneath the surface, his ki burned, a storm barely contained.
He could still hear them.
Could still feel the echo of Taru's power, the way it had wrapped around Faye, the way it had claimed him.
Shin's fingers twitched.
He wanted to break something.
Instead, he carried the plates toward the hot springs, his steps measured, his voice steady as he called out, "Dinner is ready."
Faye's head snapped up, his cheeks flushing as he met Shin's gaze. Taru, ever the predator, merely smirked, his arm still wrapped possessively around Faye's waist.
Shin's eyes flickered.. gold for a heartbeat.. before he schooled his expression.
The game had changed.
And he would remind them both who had been here first.
### **VII. The Unspoken Promise**
The steam curled around them, thick and heavy, as Faye shifted in Taru's lap as he turned. His body ached, his cock sensitive, but the warmth of Taru's chest against his back was a balm, the ancient Saiyan's presence a shield against the storm he could feel brewing in Shin.
Taru's fingers traced the shell of his ear, his touch lazy, possessive. "Eat," he murmured, nodding toward the plates Shin had left on the stone ledge. "You'll need your strength."
Faye shivered.
He knew what that meant.
And for the first time, he wanted it.
Wanted them.
Even if it meant facing the fire in Shin's eyes.
Even if it meant burning.
Shin watched.
Waited.
And planned.
The kitchen was quiet now, the meal forgotten, his mind a whirlwind of dark promises and darker needs. Faye had been his first... his discovery, his *responsibility*. And Taru..
Taru had always been his..
But the rules had shifted.
And Shin had never been one to play by rules that didn't favor him.
His fingers curled into fists.
Tomorrow, he would remind them both where they belonged.
Tonight?
Tonight, he would let them think they'd won.
Faye's body was a map of claims—Taru's teeth on his shoulder, his hands on his hips, his ki *branded* into his skin. The water lapped at his waist, the heat of the spring doing little to ease the fire still burning beneath his skin. He could feel Taru's cock twitching against his ass, the ancient Saiyan's hunger far from sated.
"Again?" Faye breathed, his voice raw.
Taru's chuckle was dark. "Always."
And as the steam swallowed them whole, Faye knew...
He was *ruined*.
And he had never been more alive.
Shin..
Shin's shadow stretched long across the kitchen floor.
His meal sat untouched.
His patience?
Gone
The night was young.
And he had plans
Later that night
Taru carried Faye's limp, spent body from the hot springs, the younger Kai's skin still flushed and damp, his breath shallow. The bed was soft beneath him as Taru laid him down, brushing a stray lock of hair from Faye's forehead. The sight of him.. so thoroughly claimed, so utterly his.. sent a pulse of satisfaction through Taru's veins. But it was short-lived.
Because when he turned to leave, Shin was there.
Standing in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the dim lantern light, his hips swaying with deliberate seduction. His golden eyes burned with something darker than desire, something jealous, something hungry. Taru's muscles tensed, his instincts flaring, but he followed. Because Shin had always been the one who demanded to be obeyed.
The lounging area was draped in silk and shadow, the air thick with the scent of incense and something darker... something possessive . Shin didn't wait. He sank onto the pile of oversized pillows, his body a study in fluid grace, his fingers trailing over the fabric like a caress. His legs parted just enough to tease, his cock already half-hard beneath the thin fabric of his robes.
Taru sat beside him, his body still humming with the remnants of his earlier release, his cock twitching with renewed interest. But before he could speak, Shin's hand was there.
His fingers wrapped around Taru's heavy sac, squeezing just hard enough to make the Saiyan hiss. Taru's golden eyes flashed, but Shin's gaze was unyielding, his voice a low, dangerous purr.
"You left me out."
Taru's jaw clenched. "You weren't there."
Shin's grip tightened, his nails digging in just enough to sting. "I was always there."
Shin didn't wait for an apology.
He didn't need one.
His mouth descended on Taru's cock before the Saiyan could react, his lips sealing around the thick head, his tongue swirling with practiced skill. Taru groaned, his body arching as Shin took him deep, his throat opening to accommodate every inch. There was no gentleness here, only hunger, only ownership. Shin's cheeks hollowed, his lips slick with spit as he bobbed his head, his free hand stroking the base of Taru's cock while his other continued to massage his balls, his touch firm and demanding.
Taru's hands fisted in the pillows, his body tensing as Shin's tongue worked him over, sloppy, wet, relentless. The Supreme Kai's mouth was a weapon, his skill honed over the years spent with Taru , and Taru was powerless against it. His cock throbbed, his balls drawing tight as Shin's fingers rolled over them, his touch sending jolts of pleasure straight to Taru's core.
"Fuck... Shin... " Taru's voice was a growl, his hips lifting involuntarily as Shin took him deeper, his throat fluttering around the tip.
Shin pulled back just enough to smirk, his lips swollen, his eyes dark with triumph. "That's it," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "Give it to me big guy ."
Taru's release hit him like a storm.
His cock pulsed, thick ropes of cum spilling into Shin's waiting mouth, his body shuddering as the Supreme Kai swallowed every drop. Shin didn't pull away.. he milked him, his tongue working the underside of Taru's cock, his fingers rolling over his balls, drawing out every last spurt of cum until Taru was a trembling, spent mess beneath him.
But Shin wasn't done.
His free hand pressed against Taru's thigh, his palm glowing faintly as his ki flared to life. A potent stimulation spell, one he'd perfected recently , pulsed from his skin, wrapping around Taru's oversensitive cock and balls. Taru groaned, his body jerking as Shin's tongue lapped at his sac, the spell sending waves of pleasure crashing through him, forcing another weak spurt of cum from his already-empty balls.
"I'm the boss tonight ," Shin growled, his voice vibrating against Taru's skin. His tongue swirled over the sensitive flesh, his ki pulsing in time with Taru's ragged breaths. "Say it.. ."
Taru's voice was a broken growl, his body arching as Shin's spell wrecked him. "You're..... Hnnnn... the boss ."
Shin's smirk was victorious.
Taru lay back against the pillows, a bit embarrassed , his body boneless, his cock finally softening as Shin released him. The Supreme Kai sat back, licking his lips, his golden eyes burning with satisfaction. He'd made his point.
And Taru knew it.
Shin leaned in, his voice a dark murmur. "Next time, you ask before you take what's mine."
Taru's chuckle was weak, but his gaze was sharp. "And if I don't?"
Shin's fingers trailed over Taru's chest, his touch possessive. "Then I'll take what's yours."
Taru's cock twitched.
And Shin's smirk deepened.
The lounging area was silent except for the sound of their ragged breaths, the air thick with the scent of sex and power. Shin's ki still hummed around them, a lingering reminder of his claim, his dominance. Taru's body ached, his muscles heavy, his mind still reeling from the force of Shin's touch.
But as he lay there, his body spent, his pride deliciously bruised, one thought burned through the haze:
He loved it when Shin got jealous.
And he couldn't wait to do it again.
Faye was still asleep when Taru finally returned to the bed, his body curled into the blankets, his breath even. The younger Kai stirred as Taru slid in beside him, his hand instinctively reaching for the Saiyan's warmth. Taru pulled him close, his fingers tracing idle patterns on Faye's skin.
Shin's words echoed in his mind.
*Next time, you ask.*
Taru smirked.
Oh, he would.
But he'd make sure Shin begged for it.