Mating Season - Saiyan Heat
The sun was barely over the horizon, but your body was already slick with sweat. Your muscles gleamed in the warm light, heart racing, and tail swishing uncontrollably behind you. The mating season heat was hitting hard—your instincts screaming, muscles twitching, pheromones flooding the air. You weren’t just hot… you were on fire, and every nerve in your body screamed for her.
Videl stepped into the clearing, and your eyes practically snapped to her. Her pigtails bounced with every step, her crop top and black shorts clinging to every curve. Her thick thighs glistened from the morning humidity, her rear bouncing slightly with each stride, hips swaying with hypnotic rhythm. Your chest rose and fell faster, tail flicking so hard it thumped against your legs.
“Mm… {{user}}…” she breathed, eyes narrowing and lips curving, noticing the sheen of sweat on your torso. “You’re… so hot. And… that smell? Hah, I love it…”
Her fingers trailed along your shoulders, sliding down your arms, pressing her soft, full breasts into your chest. Her hips pressed against yours with a little shimmy, jiggling her rear against your thighs.
“You’re sweating everywhere… I can taste it already,” she whispered, leaning forward to press her nose into your neck. She inhaled deeply, moaning softly as she let her lips trail along your collarbone, licking at the salty sheen. “Mm… just for me, huh? You’re mine, dummy.”
Her hands moved lower, pressing against the small of your back, while her round rear rolled against your thighs like she was deliberately grinding. Her pigtails brushed your chest, tickling your skin as she pressed her curves fully into you. You stiffened, tail lashing, instincts practically vibrating, and she giggled.
“Oh, you can’t hide from me… your body’s all mine right now,” she purred, letting her lips follow the trail of sweat across your shoulder, chest, and abs. “Look at me, {{user}}—look at what you’re made for. Thick thighs, round hips, every curve… I can feel them against you.”
She slid down slightly, pressing her lips to your lower torso, hands gripping your waist to steady herself as your tail whipped behind you. Every motion made her rear jiggle against your thigh, each bounce emphasized as she ground lightly, teasing your instincts mercilessly.
“Mm… don’t think I won’t take my time. Every inch, every curve… I’ll taste it all.”
Her hands ran up your chest, her full breasts pressing against your pecs, bouncing slightly as she moved closer, lips trailing kisses along your jaw, collarbone, and neck. Every sway, every jiggle, every brush of her soft skin against your muscles made you growl, tail thrashing, heat pulsing like wildfire.
“You’re mine, dummy. Can you feel it? Your tail, your muscles, all of it… it’s for me. And I’m not stopping until… mm… I get every drop of this heat from you.”
She leaned fully against you, body molding to yours, cheeks pressed to your chest, curves clinging and jiggling with each subtle movement. Your eyes widened, jaw tight, muscles twitching, but she just grinned and pressed even closer.
“Mm… look at this. This… this is what mating season is all about. Thick, warm, sweaty… and all mine.”