Gohan gulped, tugging at the collar of his shirt. "Y-you should really just go, ma'am! My mom wants me home soon, and besides–"
"Ha! You've gotta be joking. You're strong enough to blow up the planet and you're worried about your curfew ?" 18 smirked. "Such a goody two-shoes! Where's the badass who saved me from Cell, huh?"
He was sweating bullets. Just minutes before, he was on the way home from the store after picking up some groceries for his mom– she was pregnant, after all, and so it fell to Gohan to do a lot of the household chores. He wanted to keep a low profile, so his plan was to walk about half the way and then fly the rest once he was far enough from any potential onlookers to avoid being spotted (he was blissfully unaware of the fact that a boy his size carrying upwards of 400 pounds of groceries on his shoulders would draw just as much attention). After all, the last thing he wanted was to cause a commotion, especially in the wake of Cell's reign of terror.
With his dad dead and a baby brother on the way, Gohan was having to mature faster than ever, even more than he did when he was preparing to fight Cell… and yet, at the end of the day, he was still just a kid. That's why he wasn't able to turn down 18 when she suddenly appeared and insisted they have a little "chat": Like any boy his age, he was powerless to resist the advances of a busty blonde bad bitch.
Then again, most grown men would also find the situation hard to turn down.
Taking him somewhere secluded, out in a clearing in the woods, she quickly cornered him, his back up against a large rock while she put a hand on it, right next to his head. A classic kabedon, but with significantly more menace to it given the history of the woman performing it.
She had tracked him down with a single purpose: To make good on the debt she perceived herself to owe him. After all, if it wasn't for him she'd still be in Cell's lower intestine right now. And, no matter how much he tried to insist that it wasn't that big of a deal, that she didn't actually owe him anything, she wouldn't have it.
"No way twerp, I'm not letting you get off that easy." She leaned in. "I don't like owing people stuff, so I'm gonna pay you back whether you like it or not, 'kay? So, how 'bout we fight it out?"
"H-huh?!" Gohan was genuinely baffled by her suggestion. "What does that have to– how would that be paying me back?" He tried in vain to scoot away, but 18 quickly closed off his means of escape by putting her other hand against the rock. Inches from 18's face, and also her chest, he was barely able to keep his wits about him. Gohan was trapped between a rock and a very, very soft place. "I-I don't w–"
"Huh? What, you think you're too strong for me, is that it? Cuz you beat Cell?" She scoffed. "You're pretty cocky, you know that? Got some reaaal balls on ya!"
He really wished she wouldn't use those kinds of words…
"Th-that's not it, I just, I really don't like fighting! Honest!"
She started to laugh, and Gohan tried his best not to look at her tits as they shook in front of him. "Haha, sure, kid! Aren't you half-Goku? Considering how suicidally fight-happy him and the short angry one were, I don't buy it. Fighting's in your blood !"
He looked away. "I… I'm only half Saiyan, like you said. So you're wasting your time, okay? I'm not going to fight you!"
She was disappointed, admittedly. It seemed like he was being genuine with her– he just wasn't the fighting type, evidently. And, looking at him now, he seemed even more nervous than usual, like something about the situation was putting him off his game… oh! Right. Her breasts, right in his face.
With that realization, an idea formed in her brain, and a smile formed on her face. "Oh, I see how it is, big boy," she said, her voice lower, sharper than before. The sound of her saying 'big boy' slithered into his ear and sent a shiver down his spine, directly towards his crotch.
"I-I-I, uh, b-big? Big, uh, what, um…"
She placed a finger to his lips. "Shhhh… I think I know just how to repay you, actually."
His heart was beating through his chest. This was moving much too fast… in fact, he was half sure that he'd actually fainted and this was just one of those dreams where he'd have to change his bedsheets afterwards. He was even more convinced when, without a word, 18 slid her other hand down his chest, down his stomach, under the waistline of his pants, and…
"Oh!" they both said at once.
"I-I-I-I–"
"Damn, I was right," 18 said after an impressed whistle, "you are cocky ." Through Gohan's babbling, she moved her hand lower still, and again was impressed by what she found. " And you have some real balls on you!"
Gohan felt more trapped than ever. The beautiful cyborg literally had him by the balls, and he was too busy short circuiting to figure out a way out of the situation. "Th-thank you!" was all he could blurt out, much to his embarrassment.
"Mmm, no no no, thank you, " she moaned, getting down on her knees, "for the meal ."
With a small exertion of her strength, she tore his pants off his body, splitting them down the middle and throwing one leg to either side. Gohan's cock and balls were fully exposed to the air, and to 18, who was very nearly awestruck by the size of the boy's manhood. Feeling it was one thing, but seeing it barely two inches from her face was another thing entirely. It was so thick, so long… it was disproportionate, to be frank, like somebody took the dick off of a man three times Gohan's size and stuck it on the poor sap as a joke. Even more intimidating than the size was the aura it seemed to exude… 18 could feel its heat on her skin even without coming into direct contact, like putting your face up to a campfire. Even worse (better?) was the smell , like the concept of virility distilled into a cologne. For a moment both of them were silent as she took it all in.
"I-I, wow ," 18 said, trying to regain her composure. Sure, it was big, but she was in control here… with how nervous Gohan was, he'd be putty in her hands. Don't think of him as a guy with a huge cock , she rationalized, think of him as a really big dildo with a dude attached.
"I mean," she continued, wiping some drool from her chin, "I've had bigger, but you'll do." She snapped right back into the sultry seductive persona she'd been using to that point, like nothing ever happened. "But damn, you're really packing. " She wrapped her hand around his cock, and playfully began to slap it against her cheek. "You could really fuck a girl up with this monster, you know that? Of course you do." She winked. "I bet you've ruined tons of sluts."
"N-n-n-no I– Hnnnn!" The feeling of her soft, smooth skin on his dick was really doing a number on Gohan's concentration. A worrying amount of his blood flow was redirected from his brain to his cock, which was growing harder and longer with each passing second. Soon enough, it was at full mast, as long as his wrist at least, and drooling precum so thick it looked like glue. "I-I h-haven't done anythiiiing like this before!"
"No way !" To punctuate her surprise, 18 slid her hand to the base of his cock just once, the single pump causing a thick squirt of precum to shoot onto the ground behind her. "Well, you at least jerk off, right?"
He shook his head.
She genuinely couldn't believe it. "There's no way you're just walking around with this thing between your legs and not using it! Especially when you're, what, fifteen? Sixteen?"
"Actually I'm only te-te– haaaah , teennn…" He shuddered, and another squirt of pre shot out, even farther than the first.
18 licked her lips. "Well, even if you haven't been using this thing it sure is eager ." She gave it another pump. "And if you really are as 'pure' as you say, that just means that these bad boys…" She cupped her other hand under his balls, which were big enough that she could only fit one at a time in her palm. "...have a lotsaved up for me, right?"
Gohan was reaching the end of his rope. He knew enough from his biology textbooks to know what was happening– she was going to have sex with him. And he wasn't sure he could stop her, or that he even wanted to stop her. Even so, this was wrong. Even ignoring the fact that she was likely more than twice his age, and the fact that she was up until rather recently an unrepentant killer, Gohan knew that his good buddy Krillin was really attracted to 18, and it just wouldn't be alright to do sex stuff with her behind his back! "Pl-please, don't… D-don't do it, I'm not r-re–"
"I'm gonna stop you right there, kid." 18, too, was at the end of her rope. She needed to taste that cock, and Gohan's express consent wasn't something she gave a shit about getting. Without another word, face was nuzzled up to the base of his manhood, where the shaft met the balls, and she was inhaling deeply. A groan escaped her throat as his half-Saiyan musk assaulted her senses, and a wet spot formed rather quickly on her panties. Fuck , she thought, I think want his fucking babies.
Gohan was stunned by her brazenness. His ears were hot, his stomach felt weird, and worst of all, he just knew his mom was going to be pissed about him losing that new pair of pants.
" Maaaahhhhhh~ " moaned 18 as she ran her tongue from the base of his cock all the way up the length, ending with a playful flick of his tip. "Mmmm, yummy." She went back for seconds, this time slower, so as to make the sensation even more agonizing for young Gohan.
"F-fuuuhuu… I m-mean, pl-please, I'm serious!" Gohan's knees were shaking. He wouldn't be able to take much more of her teasing. "Stop it!"
"Hmm?" She brushed some hair out of her face. "Stop what?" Her playful tone hid her devious intent. She planted a wet kiss on the very tip of his cock– the first kiss of Gohan's life, technically speaking– and looked up at him with her beautiful blue eyes. "You saved me from being sucked up by Cell, so I wanna suck some cells out of you ." She slapped his cock against her cheek once more, her grip on it tightening. "So why don't you man up and let me make you a man? C'mon, I proooomiseyou'll enjoy yourself."
She opened her mouth as wide as she could manage, and began to make a big show of things. Gohan wanted to look away, wanted to stop her, but he knew he couldn't. He didn't want to fight her, and if he wasn't willing to do that he had no way out. Time stretched on forever as 18 approached his manhood, with less than an inch between her and his virginity. That feeling in the pit of his stomach had spread to his everything, and the warmness of his ears and face had turned into a sort of buzzing. He felt like he was going to explode.
Then, right when he felt her lips start to wrap around the head of his dick, he did .
He snapped. Just like against Cell… no, this was different. That was rage. Hate. He wanted to make Cell pay. This was lust. Heat. Pure, animalistic sexual intent. He wanted to make 18 his. He could feel it, deep in his DNA, a primal urge to see 18 bear his progeny. The genetic predisposition of Saiyans to pursue strong women was only enhanced as a Saiyan grew stronger, and as the strongest Saiyan alive, Gohan's instincts drove him to desire the strongest woman alive– 18, in this case. His hair went blonde, and his expression went cold. He was going to give 18 exactly what she wanted.
The change happened so fast that 18 didn't even recognize it before she was feeling the aftereffects. A surge of ki stronger than a hurricane blasted outwards, with Gohan as the epicenter. The rock behind him shattered, and both his and her clothes were practically atomized, leaving them completely naked. 18 herself would have been sent flying by the force with which his power increased, if he didn't have such a tight, firm grip on her head.
…Grip on her head?
Wh-when did he– " GLHKK!! "
18's thoughts were shredded as easily as her clothes as Gohan wordlessly forced the entire length of his cock down her throat, all at once. It wasn't a smooth motion, but it was fast . Her throat offered resistance, a lot of resistance in fact, it just wasn't enough to even stop him for an instant. She went, in the blink of an eye, from teasing Gohan's dick to choking on it, her airway blocked and her stomach plunged by over a foot of preteen half-Saiyan meat.
And then he kept going.
" GLHK GLHK GLHK GLHK GLHK GLHK GLHK GLHK GLHK "
The sound of Gohan brutally facefucking 18 could be heard for half a mile, maybe more. With each thrust, the ground around them shook. Rocks lifted into the air and fell in rhythm with him pulling his long, veiny cock nearly all the way out of 18's mouth before slamming his crotch back into her face. Nature itself bent to the whims of Gohan's horniness, and he barely noticed– his attention was entirely focused on the gorgeous blonde whose esophagus he was using as an onahole, and making sure that the experience of having the haughtiness fucked out of her was as thorough and excruciating as possible.
18 was lucky. If anybody else was subjected to the unrelenting throat-pulverizing she was being put through, they'd be lucky to ever speak again. She was sturdy though, she could take it… to an extent. It hurt, and she still couldn't breathe, and she could feel herself trying to vomit but being stopped by the fist-sized cock head blocking the way, but she was still conscious, which was pretty impressive in and of itself.
Little did she know that she was only still conscious because Gohan wanted her that way. He wanted her awake and aware of everything he was going to do to her. He wasn't trying to break her yet… he was just playing with his food.
"Haaah," he growled, bottoming out in 18 and holding it there. Her eyes were bloodshot and watering, her hair was messed up beyond repair, and her face was beet red, turning purple. She was even hotter like this. "You better not faint on me," he said, his tone almost uncaring. He gave her cheek two good slaps to make sure he had her attention. "You wanted this, remember that. You wanted this."
She'd never been treated this way before… even before she was turned into an Android, she was always the one in control. Most guys she fucked were lucky if she even let them cum , and here she was being used like a sock by some kid? Like a masturbatory aid? Why was she letting him do this? Why was she so fucking wet from it?
Gohan smirked. "Good girl." And with that, he went back to humping her face, like a dog declaring dominance over another. The tears and snot and spit and sweat served as lubricant to make it easier for him to slide his length into her, until it felt practically frictionless. For him, anyway. For her, it never got any easier, as she could practically feel the thick veins along his shaft carving grooves into the walls of her bruised, aching throat.
They went on like this for a minute or two, but from 18's perspective it felt like it'd last the rest of her life. Her arms were limp at her sides… her whole body was limp, actually, only maintaining something resembling her original kneeling position because Gohan was holding her up by the head. As such, her arms were swaying like pendulums as she was made to bob up and down on his monstrous meat, in a humiliating display of how much physical power he held over her.
And then, juuuust as she could feel herself losing consciousness, he stopped again. "Fuuuuuck," he moaned as he reached his first orgasm of their 'lovemaking'. It was thick, heavy, and hot , just like the cock it was being squeezed out of. 18 could feel it smothering the contents of her belly, so full with Gohan's ki and powerful sperm that it felt like pop rocks as it touched her stomach lining.
His ejaculation felt like it lasted longer than the facefucking did, and 18 wasn't sure that she'd have enough room in her stomach to hold all the cum he was spewing. Eventually though it did end, signaled by Gohan unceremoniously pulling his cock out of her and letting go of her head, allowing 18 to fall to the ground like a marionette with its strings cut.
" HRRRRKGHHH! " she said, rather eloquently, as she hit the ground tummy-first. The distended, cum-filled organ was compressed on impact such that it forced a great deal of the recently-deposited spunk back up and out from whence it came– that is to say, she was made to involuntarily regurgitate about half of Gohan's load, a process which felt just as violating as the facefucking that had filled her in the first place. The cum she puked up hit the ground with a slap, it was so thick. She tried to compose herself. "F-fucki– Hraaachhhkk! " She failed.
As the second wave of seminal spit-up finished evacuating, the smell of it finally hit her. His cum hadn't just been backed up, it had been fermenting , resulting in the most pungent smelling jizz she'd ever encountered. The masculine scent of it was enough to push her over the edge, and she couldn't help but squirt like a cheap whore, right into the large puddle of semen she'd just finished upchucking, as her eyes rolled back into her head.
"Haaaah, haaaah," she moaned– the twin stimulus of retching up two milk jugs-worth of Super Saiyan sperm and a mind-blowing orgasm having reduced her to a collapsed heap of a woman. She was utterly defenseless, which Gohan was more than willing to make use of.
"Good thing you emptied up some space," he said, "cuz I'm going to need it."
She wouldn't have been able to predict his next action even if her brain hadn't been scrambled by dicking. Gripping her by the hair, he once more inserted his fuckpillar into her gullet, in a single smooth gliding motion. She gagged against it, but wasn't capable of struggling.
And so, she considered the situation as best as she could in her current state. R… round 2?
Not quite.
"Aaaaaah, fuuuuuck," Gohan moaned, putting his free hand on his hip. "I've been holding this in all day."
It wasn't clear, at first, what exactly he meant… but it didn't take 18 long to realize. She could feel it, deep inside her. Thick, warm piss was being drained directly into her stomach. She could smell it as the acrid stench wafted back up into her throat and nasal passages, she could taste it. It smelled and tasted like piss , but stronger, more animalistic, and it had a kick to it like a drug. Like everything else about Gohan, his urine was itself superhuman.
And it wouldn't stop, either. He must have not been exaggerating when he said he was holding it all day. It kept flowing, like a firehose. She felt like it would just keep coming forever, until she was so filled with piping hot preteen piss that the stuff was coming out of her asshole.
Despite how depraved, how vile the situation was, however, 18 was content, almost happy to be in it. She felt good letting Gohan use her like a catheter, a receptacle for his seemingly endless torrent of dark yellow piss. It went beyond submission– just being fucked silly wouldn't have been enough for her to let anybody else do what he's doing. No… it was because it was Gohan doing it.
He had a right to use her stomach like a toilet, one that was inherent to him, one that was based in his natural superiority to her. She was less than him by every measure, and was less than every part of him, including his piss. If he'd been old enough to have grown any, she'd even be inferior to his pubes.
Even with this epiphany, however, she wasn't quite grasping the situation. He wasn't using her as a toilet. Well, he was , but that was just incidental. See, the express purpose of him releasing so much of his overpowering piss into her was simple, the same reason a dog pisses on a tree: She was his territory now. It was in his nature as a Saiyan to let others know that she was his property, and the quickest way to do so was to make it so people could literally smell him on her.
Thus, he saturated her stomach with urine, like an orally-administered enema. It left 18 feeling warm, a deep warmth, all throughout her body. Slowly, as his stream died down, Gohan began to extract his length from her gullet, still leaving a trail of urine along the walls of her esophagus as he did. Once the tip of his member reached her tongue, she was able to finally taste his piss directly as the last gasps of it sputtered out against her uvula. It was divine . She moaned as he finished using her mouth like a urinal.
Letting Gohan drench her innards in his sour Super Saiyan piss genuinely felt better to her than any sex she'd ever had in her life until now. It was practically a religious experience.
"That's better," he muttered, slapping his cock against her face to shake the last couple drops of piss out.
There was a pregnant silence after that. 18 could feel pressure building up inside of her. Not like when she'd puked up his cum, no, but similar . It welled and welled and welled in her stomach, until traveling up her throat and into the back of her mouth, and then…
UUUuuuuUUuuurrrruuurrrrrrppppaaah!
The loudest burp she'd ever heard, one so strong it made her eyes water. 18 wasn't even aware that her body was capable of producing such an unattractive sound, and yet here she was, letting it out. A burp tinged with the stink of Gohan's piss, which wormed its way up her nostrils and nearly made her orgasm again from the scent alone. A wet belch, one that seemed to stain the air in front of her with piss yellow spittle. It was so protracted and powerful that it actually left her gasping afterwards, like she'd just run a marathon. "Haaaah… haaah… sh-so m-much… piss..." Her eyes were unfocused, her mouth was agape. She looked like she'd seen war.
Then 18 slumped forward, hitting the ground like a bag of sand. Laying there, face and tits pressed into the dirt and cum and squirt beneath her, she could hardly form a full thought, and couldn't muster up the energy to move so much as a fingertip.
It was the perfect position for Gohan to use her in.
She jolted as his powerful, small hands smacked her ass. He gripped them tight, spreading her pale cheeks to reveal the quivering, pinkish hole between them. Her asshole was as beautiful as the rest of her, and just as ripe for the fucking. He took one finger and wiped it along the outside of her cunt, gathering a good amount of her pussy juice on it as he did. Sufficiently lubed up, he speared her asshole with his middle digit, simultaneously giving her the finger and fingering her.
Even in her facefuck-induced stupor, she was aware enough to know what he was getting at. She let out a haggard yelp when he slipped his finger in, and, with great effort, managed to choke out a desperate "W-wait!"
He didn't.
Instead, he started fingerblasting her ass like there was no tomorrow. With such speed, and such lubrication, it sounded like he was plunging a toilet– it sounded more like a pussy than an asshole, at any rate. She was babbling like a whore now, as Gohan made her feel better with just one finger than any cock had ever made her feel in her life. She couldn't stop herself from cumming again, and a stream of squirt hit the ground right at Gohan's feet.
"Good thing you like having your asshole used, slut," he mused. 18 couldn't see his face from her position, but she could hear how he was smirking. He was enjoying this too much, even for a boy getting to sexually dominate the hottest girl in the world. "I'm going to get a lot of use out of it."
"Puh-puh– hnnnngh!! Fuck… " She tried to sputter out the words, but her ongoing orgasm took precedence, rendering her speech incomprehensible. Tears rolled down her cheeks as the agonizing pleasure contorted her expression into one humiliating o-face after another.
In the only moment of pity he'd show the whole night, Gohan stopped fingering her brains out just long enough to allow her say what she wanted to. All she could do during this reprieve, however, was pant and drool on herself like a dog in the hot summer sun. "Say it," he commanded, grabbing her hair and pulling it towards him to get her attention.
"Hah! F-fuck, d-don't– Hnooohh! " 18, at that moment, discovered her intense hair-pulling kink. But she powered through it as best she could, for now was her only chance to save her ass from what was coming. "P-please, d-don't u-use my ass… I've n-never–" She struggled to finish the sentence, but Gohan got the gist.
"Huh? Really ?" He smirked, spitting on her gasping, quaking asshole. He gave the opening a playful smack, causing it to pucker and unpucker once more. Through the ensuing moan from 18, he said, "There's no way you're just walking around with this thing between your legs and not using it."
With finesse like he'd done so a billion times before, he got into position: Forcing 18 head down, ass up, he used one hand to hold hers behind her back, while the other held onto a leg. One foot was place on her head, supporting most of his weight and keeping half of her face pressed firmly into the cum-mud beneath her. The other foot, meanwhile, was propped up on one of her thighs, which was quite the stable platform due to its firm, muscled nature.
Her entire world changed in an instant. Despite thorough lubrication and preparatory fingerfucking, her defenseless anus could never have been properly ready to receive such an inhuman pillar of cock, especially not one with as much force behind it as Gohan's. With gravity and Saiyan genetics assisting him, he plunged deep into her bowels with a single motion, pressing his fat nuts tightly against her ass cheek as her midsection bulged out in the vague shape of his dick. She squealed like a pig, tongue popping out and tasting the cum-coated dirt beneath her. She wouldn't be able to sit properly for a month, maybe longer.
Unlike the facefucking, he started out slower this time. Drawing out his cock for the first time, he savored the feeling of her once-tight butthole's rim clinging to him like a condom. It was a long, drawn out withdrawal that left her spasming beneath him. And then, back in, even deeper this time. His cock was completely filling all the available space her colon– not a single atom's width of her insides was free of his throbbing manhood. She had never felt so utterly full , never in her life. The surgery that turned her into an android felt less invasive than this!
He was picking up the pace now, and while still not nearly as fast as he went on her throat it could now be described as a proper ass fucking. Loud, wet PLAP PLAP PLAPs echoed through the forest as he smacked his huge balls against her jiggling, reddening ass. With each pump of his cock into her, another squirt of orgasmic girlcum shot from her pussy, like he was juicing an orange. Accompanying these squirts were animalistic moans and grunts from 18, who had been completely overtaken by the immense pleasure of Gohan fucking her up the butt.
If there were any onlookers, it wouldn't even look like sex anymore. It was too profane for that. A boy Gohan's age, with a cock that big, rutting a grown woman in such an unusual and demeaning position… both a striking shade of blonde and making sounds no human should ever make. It was more like two horrid animals, two beasts , that looked almost human but not quite, one using the other like it was a mere object. They'd achieved the erotic uncanny valley, and there was no going back.
"Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah!" 18 cried. She was in a constant state of orgasm at this point, and all higher thought processes had been silenced. The only thing she wanted, the only thing she could want, was to let Gohan use her. Ideally, forever. He had completely dominated her body and mind, and he wasn't even halfway done.
The sound of his toy's pathetic grunts was driving Gohan over the edge. The longer he fucked her, the more his Saiyan heritage expressed itself. He was pounding her ass with such force that the ground below her was cracking a little more with each pump. Her ass cheeks were a deep red, and starting to bruise in the spot where his nuts were repeatedly making contact. "Fuck! Fuck! This man enough for you, bitch?!" He pounded harder. "I'm definitely enjoying myself now!" Harder. "When I'm done you're gonna wish I never beat you out of Cell! Fuck!"
His balls were throbbing, his cock was surging with ki. He was close to another orgasm, and both of them could feel it approaching.
"Yesshhh!" 18 groaned, begging him as best as she could to let his cum out inside of her. If she had been capable of forming actual words at the time, she probably would have said, " Let it all out in me! Fill me up like a condom! Cum! Cum! Cum cum cum cum!"
Gohan, however, had different plans. Plans even he didn't quite understand, but plans he was intent on following nonetheless. And so, just as he was about to unleash his second load of the evening into 18's permanently-reshaped rectum… he stopped. " Hnnnnn!" It took every bit of strength he had, but he forced the orgasm to stop, not allowing himself to climax. His balls clenched and his cock throbbed with such force that it nearly flung 18 out from under him, but he managed to successfully control himself.
18 was confused, utterly. Why? Why not cum in her? Why not make her into a jizz balloon? They both wanted it, she could tell. So why? What was wrong?
Gohan pulled out of 18 and dismounted, leaving her to collapse out of her embarrassing position.
Panting, she tried to ask for an explanation. "W… wuhd yuu…"
"Shut up," he muttered.
Before she knew it, he had flipped her over and kneeled between her now spread legs, which could really only mean one thing. "Ah… ahan… yer gonna…"
He was gonna, but he didn't confirm her suspicions. Not verbally, anyway– him lining his fat cock, drenched in her as spit and ass juice, up with her quaking pussy was enough confirmation on its own.
"Iss gonna… it's gonna break me…"
Of course it would. That was the idea.
With one hand on his cock, guiding it in preparation for penetration, and the other holding 18 in place by her hips. He let out a roar as he penetrated her, his enormous rod brutally smashing into her womb in a single stroke, like a battering ram breaking down a door. " Haaaaaaah !" He was absolutely saturated with ki, so much so that the aura around his cock was illuminating the penile silhouette bulging from her stomach, as he pushed her uterus up so far it felt like it'd exit her mouth.
Besides even the sheer uncaring ferocity with which he penetrated her, this was… not regular sex . Regular sex was for pleasure, or to reproduce. No... he wasn't even particularly enjoying the actual intercourse, he was taking pleasure from using her. This was what it was like to fuck a Super Saiyan. She wasn't his lover, she was his outlet, and she finally realized it. He was genetically predisposed to find a strong woman like her and fuck her until she was 100% assuredly pregnant. Which may not take long at all… the all-too-human reproductive organs within the cyborg beauty were being forced into overdrive by the electric aura of Gohan's Super Saiyan ramrod. With each thrust against the far wall of her womb, a discharge of ki was sent straight through it, down the fallopian tubes and into her vulnerable ovaries. Egg after egg was supercharged and sent down to meet the sperm he was going to eventually unleash into her, like prisoners marching to face a firing squad.
He was pounding away now, like a wild animal, not caring if she felt good and yet still making her feel amazing . She tried her best to wrap her arms around him, to lock her legs across his lower waist to keep him inside her forever, but her body was too thoroughly pounded into submission to even manage that level of exertion. Her tongue was lolling out to the side and bouncing with every impact of Gohan's fat, heavy nuts against her still-gaping asshole.
Growing tired of their standard position, Gohan moved on to something more intimate . He knew instinctively what to do, how to fuck her to ensure maximum degradation and fertilization. Grabbing both of her legs by the thigh, he positioned them such that her feet were beside her head– he'd folded her like a chair. Now in a proper mating press position, he grunted. It was a grunt of satisfaction.
Then, he took one of her bouncing, beautiful breasts into his mouth and started to suck, as hard as he could. She wasn't lactating, and he knew that, but it just felt right . Having her sensitive nipple between his teeth, flicking it with his tongue and sucking it like a smoothie, it was how things were meant to be.
18 wished she'd known sooner. She never would have fucked around fighting this kid's friends and trying to kill his dad if she'd known how perfect he was. It was pathetic how long she'd gone without being used like this, being truly and utterly dominated mind, body and soul by somebody who was so inherently superior to her. This kid had made her his bitch in minutes, completely rewritten her brain to be solely focused on him and his pleasure. On his reproduction . She knew her purpose in life was to satisfy Gohan until the end of time, letting him degrade and abuse her while pumping out child after child.
He wasn't a boy, or a man, or an animal, or even a monster. He was a god.
Satisfied with his progress on her left breast, he switched to the right. Her once perky, pink nipple was throbbing and red, with hickeys and bite marks and saliva trails around it and scattered across the rest of her tit meat. And now the process that made it that way was being repeated on the other, and 18 was loving it.
Meanwhile, her pussy was being changed on the deepest level, made subservient to Gohan's cock the way 18 herself was now subservient to Gohan. Her womb was acting more like a condom than something he was fucking– his tight cervix clung desperately to the canopy of his penis head, causing the entire structure of her uterus to be tugged towards him whenever he pulled out, only for the whole thing to be stretched into the shape of his meat when he'd thrust back in a millisecond later. He wasn't fucking her womb, he was tenderizing it, and continued to do so for what felt like an eternity.
"Hah, hahhh, hahh, fugg," she panted, having finally been fucked stupid. "G-gohah! Hehaahmm!" Her mouth refused to close, and thus her speech was hard to decipher, even for a scholar like Gohan. "Hehhamm meee… Eaashh!"
Annoyed, he released her brutalized breast from his mouth and looked up at her. Even in this state, fucked into a perpetual ahegao with puffy cheeks and ruined hair, bloodshot eyes and snot and spit and cum rolling up and down and across her entire face, he couldn't help but take note of how fucking hot she was. "Hnnng…" He grabbed her face, squishing her cheeks in his small hand as he continued to pound away, holding it in place as a means to stabilize her enough to make eye contact. With her face no longer bobbing to and fro, her open mouth and inviting tongue made a perfect target. As such, he spit right into her pretty little mouth.
She orgasmed on the spot, harder than ever. She was out of fluids with which to squirt, or there would have been a veritable flood of the stuff. Still though, she couldn't help but unleash a massive store of energy that had been building up since their entanglement began, generated by her internal power source, and released through every pore in her body at once as her nerves shot the orgasmic bliss she felt to them at the speed of thought. The force of it caused the ground beneath them to crack further– 18, the world's strongest woman, was getting mating pressed in a crater by a ten year old, and she had the strongest orgasm in recorded history from him spitting in her mouth like a cheap whore.
The effects of her climactic ecstasy could be felt for miles. In the city, windows shattered, car alarms went off, fire hydrants burst, one guy died. In news reports about the incident later on, people would rationalize it as an unexpected earthquake– but nobody would be able to explain the guttural, feminine moaning sound that reverberated throughout the area for the entire fifteen minute duration of the "earthquake".
He gave her a slap across the face to bring her back to Earth, and held her head in place once again, this time holding her by the hair. "Now then," he said with a smirk, "what were you saying?"
Still coming down from her most recent climax, she wasn't capable of even the most basic phonemes. All she could do was pant and moan, like the bitch in heat she'd been turned into. "Ah… ahhh… ahhh…"
Accompanying these moans was the everpresent backing rhythm of him violating the most sacred parts of the female body, churning up her pussy like a storm churning the ocean. Plap plap plap plap and Schhlp schhlp schhlp schhhhhluuup , the dual sounds of him destroying her pussy.
"Ahhhha… caaaawk…"
He slapped her again, and she only moaned in response. It was annoying. "Fucking… say words or shut up !" He emphasized this command with a particularly forceful thrust into her cunt, bottoming out in her so hard that the scant few trees still standing in their vicinity finally gave way and toppled over. She yowled as his dick punched her in her deepest depths, harder than the blow that freed her from Cell.
Gohan pulled her head close and planted his lips on hers, for no other reason than to silence the noises she was making. The shock of this– an unexpectedly 'tender' gesture in the midst of the raunchiest sex ever had– was enough to rouse her back to a state of mind almost resembling sapience. She growled, hungrily, into his mouth, and slobbered against him. Her tongue began to worship his, stroking it like she would a cock, trying to get its wetness on every surface. And, like Gohan himself, his tongue was strong, surging with Super Saiyan ki, and dominant . It subdued hers like it was the larger predator in a territorial dispute, absolutely commanding the entire space of linked shared mouths. He was almost using it like a second cock, fucking her face a second time while continuing to jackhammer her womanhood at the other end of their bodies.
18's eyes rolled back as Gohan claimed her. She was his, now and forever. All she could think anymore was, I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! followed shortly by Breed me! Cum! Cum! Babies! Sperm! Make me mommy! Be daddy! Ruin me! Use me!... And so on and so forth.
Somehow, though, her desires were conveyed to Gohan. That, or they were just having thoughts along the same lines. Still deep in a debauched kiss, Gohan was unable to warn 18 that he was nearing his own orgasm. He could only think to himself a single, depraved thought that was as feral as it was dripping with a knowing purpose. Get pregnant, whore! I own you!
And she would, and he did.
With another roar of dominance, like a lion making its presence known, he pulled away from the kiss. He bottomed out in her one last time, as deep as he could physically go. The bulge from his cock in her stomach was nearly to the point where she'd have been able to titfuck it. His balls seized, tightening and tensing and throbbing as they pushed Gohan's second thick, inhuman load of Super Sperm up and into his shaft. "Take it! Take it all! "
She looked up at him with more genuine devotion and love than she'd ever felt before in her life. Finally gathering enough strength to do so, she took the opportunity to lock her legs around him, holding him as tightly as possible. "P-puhleese…" She swallowed. "Pregnant, " she requested.
He obliged. Both of them could feel his cum coursing up his length as his urethra bulged to accommodate the powerful jizz. There was confusion for a split second, however, when it stopped its advance… though Gohan quickly realized the source of the stoppage. 18's cervix, incapable of being stretched even a millimeter further than it was already, clung tightly to the halfway point of his shaft, acting like a cock ring and stifling the incoming eruption. This wouldn't do, not at all.
"Hnnng…" He grunted once more, and thrusted forward just a bit more, pushing her insides to their absolute limit, to jostle his cum free. " I said take iiiiiiiiiit! " His command stretched on from a growl into a scream, a powerful yell into the heavens.
Like a beam of light, his now-unimpeded jizz blasted at incredible speeds into 18's waiting womb. She could feel it all, too, every single drop , maybe even every individual sperm, flooding into her. Her midsection expanded outward to accommodate the influx of Gohan's hot load. She already looked pregnant, and he wasn't even a third of the way through filling her. Even when her uterus was stretched like a water balloon, taut and heavy with his hybrid seed to the point where it could hold no more, it kept coming. It flowed into every part of her, down her fallopian tubes, the thickness of the fluid stretching them out much like his cock had stretched out 18's various holes. When those were full, unable to take more, her cervix finally gave in completely, and Gohan's semen started to overflow back out her pussy. It gushed out of the minute gaps in the nearly-airtight seal of their crotches pressed against each other, sputtering loudly into the air and onto the ground beneath them.
She was in heaven. Gohan sighed in relief as his orgasm continued, until in the blink of an eye five minutes had passed. Finally, he was running out of cum to shoot… for now, anyway.
She was pregnant, she knew it. She had to be. She was going to be more pregnant than anybody had ever been. A boy too young to enter middle school had just knocked her up with his mixed-species spawn, and she couldn't wait to give birth to them so they could get to work on the next batch. "Hahahhabb… ggg…"
Gohan agreed with her– she was finally talking sense. "Come here," he commanded. She didn't have much of a choice, though, as he grabbed her by the hair again and pulled her in for another kiss. This one wasn't like the previous one… it actually looked like a kiss, like a moment of passion shared between two individuals, instead of an act of dominance and degradation. He was coming down from both his orgasm and his rut-fueled rage state, it seemed.
The two of them stayed there like that, pressed against each other with cum flowing out from between them, lips locked and tongues embracing, moaning like lovers under the setting sun, for a good while. Might have been seconds, might have been hours, it didn't matter.
It left her breathless, and when Gohan finally broke the kiss 18 found herself pathetically trying to pull him back in. Her legs clung to him, her tongue desperately jabbed at the air where his had once been, but it was no use. The kiss was over, like being woken up from a beautiful dream. "H-hhhaaaah, haahhh, n-nooo… please…"
Gohan was done. His hair was back to black, having reverted some time during their kiss. "I, uh…" He stood up, looking down at his horrible work. "...wow." His astonishment didn't last long, however, as he realized how late it had gotten. "Oh, no! No no no!"
In a blur, he ran around, trying to collect any groceries that hadn't been blown away or outright destroyed by their fuck. "No no no, mom's gonna kill me…"
18 couldn't believe it. Not ten seconds after knocking her up, he's back to his old self? What the hell? "H-hey, Gohan, ar–"
"Oh! Right! Sorry, uh," he glanced at her, then quickly looked away with a blush as he realized she was still naked and bloated with his cum. "I, uh, sorry! I don't know what, uh… came over me." He looked around some more, searching in vain for any shred of clothing that might have remained in the aftermath. He reallydidn't want to go home naked. "But I had a… I mean, um, did you, you know…" He gulped. "...did you enjoy it?"
Frankly, 18 was floored. The question was the last thing she expected to hear, and it took her a second to actually register what'd been asked. Gohan had facefucked her hard enough that she could barely speak, filled her stomach ten bladders worth of piss, fucked her ass so hard she thought it may never fully close again, and then stretched out her womb enough to fit an elephant before filling the it with enough cum to drown a brothel. And yet, after all that, treating her like worthless scum only fit to be used like an onahole, here he was asking if she had a good time ?
It took her a bit to get the words out, with how raw her throat felt, but eventually she was able to answer. "It was incredible," she said with a smile.
In the weeks that followed, Gohan formally introduced 18 to his mother, and convinced her to let 18 stay with them because she was technically homeless. He presented her as his 'friend', which Chi-Chi assumed was him being too shy to use the word 'girlfriend', but in actuality it was him being too shy to use the term 'cock-worshiping sperm gutter/broodmare'. Though she was… uncomfortable, to say the least, with somebody Gohan's age being romantically involved with a grown woman like 18, especially since her very apparent pregnancy made it no secret just how far the two had gone together, she was in no position to argue. As long as he kept up with his chores and his studies, he was free to do whatever he wanted.
Everyone else was a little less understanding, however. Vegeta and Tien were, understandably, not happy with her getting off scot free for all she'd put them through. Yamcha and Roshi, meanwhile, were absurdly jealousthat Gohan had managed to score the baddest bitch alive before he grew his first chest hair– what did she see in him? Bulma got it immediately, though. "Ah, he really is just like his dad," she'd say, blushing and reminiscing, but refusing to elaborate further.
Krillin could not be reached for comment.