An Afternoon of Torment
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The Torment 6: Lemon free porn video
(A/N: I suppose that you know, if you have read the previous stories,
is that Piccolo got cursed to turn into a girl when he was splashed
with cold water. That is how this story opens. No Videl to keep her on
the right, and safe path.)
The Torment: Lemon
By Talent Scout
Piccolo-chan watched Gohan out of the corner of her eye,
wondering why Eliza's talking to him was making her feel so annoyed.
She tried to reason away the sudden urge she had felt to slug the human
with the explanation that Eliza was bothering Gohan. Which she was.
Gohan had been explaining a complicated math question to her when this
insipid little blond dressed like a hussy had interrupted them. Her
mind flashed to the various methods of death she would use when she
became her old self again, then into pure rage when Eliza started
draping herself all over Gohan.
She stopped, realizing what she was thinking. Why should it
matter to her that Eliza talked to Gohan or not? The girl was stupid,
and Gohan really didn't care about her at all, so why was she so
bothered by it?
Maybe it was the way that Gohan seemed to stop thinking when
Eliza looked at him. Maybe it was the knowledge that despite having
several male students attempt to paw the new student, Gohan would never
look at her that way...
Piccolo-chan jumped when she realized where her thoughts had
strayed. Her eyes darted around the room to see if anyone was looking
at her, and her eyes settled on Eliza. Eliza wasn't paying any
attention to her, but she gave her the death glare anyway. Piccolo-chan
hoped that the sternness of her expression would cover up her
embarrassed flush.
Eliza noticed, just then, the evil stare that she was getting.
She wasn't very smart, but even a chick knows to get the hell out of
the way of a wolf. Laughing weakly, she paled and ran.
Gohan, on the other hand, had not noticed what was going on, and
was completely baffled.
"Clair-chan? What just happened? Did Eliza-san forget something?"
"How should I know?" Piccolo-chan grumbled, ducking her head. Her
face was still a brilliant shade of pink. She got up.
"Are you feeling all right? Your face is red," Gohan said,
worried about his good friend Clarinet.
Piccolo-chan noticed that her breathing was getting faster, the
way it did when a hard fight was coming, and her belly was fluttering.
She abruptly stood up.
They had been working on their math homework. It was nearly the
end of class, and they had been given a little extra time before the
next bell.
"I don't feel all that good," Piccolo-chan admitted. She was
grateful when the bell rang. "I think I'll go home," she told Gohan,
who was still oblivious to what was going on. "Ja ne!"
Moving with her more than human speed, Piccolo-chan was quickly
out of the building. It didn't take her all that long to fly away, back
to the forest she had lived in before getting cursed.
Piccolo-chan had some thinking to do.
~*~
She landed softly. By the time she had made it back to the
forest, she had calmed herself down enough that she didn't feel like
she was about to shake.
What happened back there? I felt like, I felt like, what?
It was the hardly the first time she had felt something she
hadn't understood. She remembered vividly when she had been (how had
Videl put it?) on the rag. Before, the workings of how male and female
interacted made no sense to her. Well, she thought ironically, she
understood why Bulma and Chi-Chi were so often put out with their
husbands. Hells, now she wondered why she had ever considered women
weak. She was easily as strong as any of the male Z Senshi right now,
but being female automatically made everyone look down at her as a
fighter. That had been frustrating.
She had been hungry, had the flu, used the bathroom, and gone
through several of the things that she would have considered
indignities when she had been a he. Not only had she survived them, she
started to wonder if being female and human was all that bad, but this
new feeling was so, so-
What the hell was it?
Sighing for what felt like the fiftieth time, she sat down, and
took up her usual meditation pose. Her mind drifted back to what she
was thinking about at the time, and how she had been thinking about
Gohan...
A pleasant warm feeling started at the thought of him. Gohan had
always been the only person who had really cared about her, and had
tagged along behind her, trying so hard to get her attention. There
were times that she wished she had given that attention to the little
boy... At least now, she could join him in whistling.
Her mind strayed to the undeniable fact that he wasn't a little
boy anymore. In fact, he was a young man, and one of the best that the
human race had produced. He was really very beautiful, with his dark
hair and eyes, graceful build, soft-spoken voice...
She felt her belly grow warm at the thought, but didn't notice,
as she continued on.
Kindhearted, strong, ready to fight, but not willing to...
This continued for a while, until she started to wonder what he
felt like.
His skin looked so soft, and she had started to enjoy the texture
of hair-
There was a strange dampness then, and she noticed the burning
sensation in her groin. It felt nice, though.
That trickle of dampness increased, and it broke Piccolo-chan out
of her daydreams.
What? Did I just...wet myself?
But, I didn't have to- wait a minute-
She shucked her pants and underwear, and saw the wetness staining
them. The smell was different from urine, as was the color.
I have a strong feeling this did not come from my bladder. Then
it had to have come from... Oh, Dende.
There was only one other hole in the general area, and that was
where it had to have come from. She had heard enough locker room talk
to figure out what it was, and it was an explanation for what she was
feeling.
I can't- Not for Gohan, he was my student- Almost like a son!
He's still a little kid!
Fear ran along her veins. Fighting, she knew, but her own heart
was uncharted territory. Why Gohan? This wasn't something that had been
planned, or wanted.
She was Daimou Piccolo, Ma jr.! She couldn't feel something like
this-
-this wanting...
-this need...
-this being about to explode...
With a scream, she powered up and flew off to Dende's Lookout.
~*~
Gohan watched as Clair all but ran out of the building.
He had just stood there, when there had been something clearly
bothering her.
It had taken him a minute to recognize that, because on her way
out, Clair had all but collided with him, their bodies touching, and
Gohan had to cool down the sudden tightness in his pants.
Nani? I just got turned on by barely touching her!
Shimatta, she smelled nice...
That brief contact had made all sorts of thoughts fly through his
head, and he was wondering if his face was as red as a cherry. He made
his own dash to the locker rooms.
Without even bothering to strip, he turned the water on full
blast and icy cold.
He sighed with disappointed relief when his erection went away.
Looking at his now wet clothes, Gohan groaned.
"How am I going to explain this?"
~*~
He walked slowly to the edge of town after school, not feeling
like becoming the Great Saiyaman that evening.
Gohan had liked Videl, but she didn't seem as close to him as
Clair. He had known her longer, but he had confided more in Clair; felt
that he could tell her about anything. Unlike Videl.
He appreciated Videl as a good friend, as a beautiful woman, but
not what she wanted.
It wouldn't be fair to her. He had thought long and hard about
it, but she just wasn't able to keep up with him, despite how good she
had gotten, and despite the fact that she had made several attempts in
that area.
Besides, he thought of her too much as 'sister'. Not 'lover.'
He grunted at the thought, and turned towards Clair. Why was he
so, well, so-
Okay, he was feeling lust, but that came after the friendship.
Disgruntled, he headed home.
~*~
What is happening to me? What is happening to me? What is
happening to me?
Those words chanted like a mantra through Piccolo-chan's mind, as
she tried to repress the warmth that would course through her ever so
often when her thoughts turned to Gohan. Those same thoughts were with
her when she landed on Lookout.
"Dende!" she shouted, her voice panicked. The young god was
nowhere to be found. Her eyes frantically searched the area, but was
unable to find him.
"May I help you, Piccolo?" said a voice from behind her. Piccolo-
chan jumped, and turned to face both Dende and Popo. Popo was his usual
unflappable self, while Dende cringed. He thought that Piccolo was here
to yell at him again.
"Yes..." her voice trailed off. Then Dende saw the real fear
there. It made him a little queasy; what could make him look like that?
Piccolo-chan stood there for several moments, collecting her
thoughts, wondering how she should phrase this.
"I keep having these feelings that I don't know how to deal
with," she stated slowly, like someone trying to figure something out.
Dende quirked an antennae. "What kind of feelings?" He thought
that Piccolo already knew what he was feeling, but didn't want to admit
it.
Her face contorted at the effort, first paling at the question,
then flushing.
"Lust."
Dende's eyes widened as far as they could go. THIS was
unexpected.
Or was it?
"Piccolo, you are a young human female right now, healthy, and
attractive as humans see such. There isn't a reason for you NOT to be
feeling things like that. Just don't do anything you might regret
later."
"That's the thing," she whispered hoarsely. "I'm not sure that I
can." She started pacing around the edge of the Lookout, making Dende
have to keep up with her.
"Well, does this man return you affections?"
"I don't know..."
"Who is it?"
Piccolo-chan stopped so short that Dende ran into her back.
"Gohan," she whispered faintly.
Dende couldn't have heard that right. "Say again?"
"Gohan."
"Son, Gohan," Dende mumbled in shock. He was dazed until he saw
the tears running down Piccolo's face. Piccolo never cried.
"I'm really a freak now, aren't I? I mean, wanting my student,
like this, but I can't seem to stop myself..."
Dende had been rapidly opening and closing his mouth while this
was being said.
"He's just a little kid, my student, someone that I gave my life
for, if he finds out, what'll he think? That his sensei was a monster
for feeling like that about a little kid..."
"He's not a little kid anymore, Piccolo, and you aren't who you
were either."
The teary eyed girl looked into the eyes of the young Kami,
searching for something.
"You said it yourself, you died for him. You love him. He is the
only person that you have ever really loved, and it is expressing
itself like that. Now you care about others, but he was the first
person to open your heart. He has also grown up. Tell him who you are
and what you feel and let him make his own decisions."
Piccolo-chan's eyes closed, and she swallowed hard. Turning
around, she blindly jumped off the Lookout.
~*~
Gohan couldn't get the image of Clair's troubled face out of his
mind. She had been hiding something, he wished he knew what.
He knew that she had always been hiding something from him, but
he hadn't asked out of respect for her privacy. Although he had told
her things about him in hope that she would open up. She had, in a way.
She had told him about being abandoned by her father, lied to, and not
having any friends.
She had always listened to him, though.
He got home, and said goodbye to the Nimbus. Thinking hard, he
walked into the house. He nearly hit the door, and noticed that the
lights where off. There was a note on the table, saying that his mom
had gone to visit Bulma overnight, and had taken Goten to play with
Trunks.
Grimacing, he found his dinner in the fridge, and then went to
take a bath. Maybe more cold water would help.
~*~
Piccolo-chan's mind was still spinning when she arrived at the
Satan's guesthouse that she had been staying at for the past few weeks.
Videl had insisted, although for some reason she had been sad when she
had said it.
Walking into the bathroom, she stripped, and sat on the little
stool while she scrubbed, taking a little of the skin off. She dumped
cold water over her head, grateful for the effect the cold had on her.
Looking at the furor, she debated getting in. After a few seconds, she
decided not to.
Now she was dry, but shivering with cold. Piccolo-chan pulled on
one of her old purple gi tops, and found her comb. While it was
bothersome to have her hair so long, Piccolo-chan found that the act of
combing it out at night was about as relaxing as mediation. Though it
didn't seem to work tonight.
Her thoughts turned to Gohan.
~*~
Gohan settled down to sleep, dressed only in his boxers. The
evening was warm, despite his cold shower, and he kicked off his
covers. He looked up, and out of his window. The moon shown down,
frosting everything in its light, giving it the edge of the unearthly
and unreal. It took him a long time to fall asleep.
~*~
Piccolo-chan's mind wandered, and she almost shouted with the
despair it brought. Why couldn't she make a decision on this? She knew
what she should do, but her heart shouted for her to do something else.
Maybe, if I just went and looked at him, she thought, things will
make a little more sense. The longer she thought about it, the better
the thought looked. Getting up, and walking to the window, she opened
it, her long green hair flowing loose around her, and flew off.
~*~
It didn't take all that long for her to get there, maybe shorter
than her piece of mind would have preferred. The door was unlocked. No
one but an idiot would try and steal from them, and they lived so far
away it was unlikely a thief would ever get out there.
The house she knew well, and before she knew it, she was standing
in front of his door. It was open.
There he was.
Her breath caught in her throat as she looked at him. He was
completely uncovered sans boxers, and the moonlight drenched him with
its glow, making him look like a marble statue created by an artistic
genius. His hair drank in the light like ebony.
He was beautiful. There was no other word she could use. She
stepped softly up to his bed, looking at his smooth gentle face. Her
hands itched to touch him.
Her breath escaped her throat with a soft sigh, and she started
to stroke his cheek. His skin was as silky as it looked. From there she
brushed up to his hair, marveling at its texture.
His chest, though... As she looked at it, she traced the scars
that marred his chest, feeling their smoothness, and then glided her
hands over the outlines of his muscles. She jerked away violently,
however, when he made a soft moan.
Her eyes darted to his face, but he was still asleep, then some
movement caught her eye. Looking down his body, she noticed that his
boxers were bulging. She blinked.
Curiosity filled her, and her hands, seemingly of their own will,
traveled down to the opening in the front. Carefully she manipulated
the hole, and she saw Gohan's manhood standing at full attention.
He groaned again, and she looked to see if he was still asleep.
He was.
Her fingers started to fondle his hardness, touching and
spreading the drop of fluid that had leaked out. Piccolo-chan felt the
same wetness and heat in her groin, her stomach doing its earlier flip-
flop. The heat became an almost painful throb.
The soft moaning from Gohan continued, and she felt her lips
tingle. The urge to taste him was overwhelming. She moved up his body
to his mouth, and lightly pressed her lips to his.
There was an explosion from Gohan as he woke up, his hands
grabbing her arms, mouth open, and he pulled her to him. His tongue
reached her lips, and she opened her mouth, letting him in.
Gohan had been dreaming that he was kissing Clair. The kissing
had turned into gentle caresses, and then into heavy petting. He had
been very aroused, and when he had felt the real thing, he had awoken,
not knowing that he was no longer asleep.
His mouth probed hers eagerly, and Gohan purred when he felt
Clair's tongue meet his. Lightly he started to run his hands up and
down her back, feather light, then into a harder caress.
For Piccolo-chan's part, thinking had gone out the window. The
small part of her that had been arguing against this shut up after the
kiss, and she sighed in bliss when he began to lick and nip her neck.
Her hands were running up and down his chest, and they started to
circle his nipples.
Gohan breathed in sharply when her mouth joined her hands, and
her hands drifted lower, and slipped inside his boxers.
He shuddered as she stroked him, and then ran his own hands along
her thighs, under her long shirt. Grabbing the hem, he pulled up, and
the shirt was off, though it meant her hands had to leave his shaft.
They looked at each other for minute, and Gohan admired what he
saw. Pert, well-shaped breasts, elegantly cut muscle under flawless,
almond skin, exotic eyes streaming tears...
Tears?
Suddenly he realized he was very, very much awake.
"Clair-chan?" he asked softly, disoriented, finding that his
fantasy was either reality, or a nightmare, and he didn't know what to
think.
"Go- Gohan-chan," she whispered back, blinking away the tears.
His hand went up to cup her cheek gently. His thumb stroked her
remaining tears.
"This isn't a dream, is it?"
"Depends," she mumbled, "by what you mean by dream."
Gohan didn't want to think about what was going on. He was
sitting there, almost naked, while Clair, the girl that he had fallen
in love with sat in front of him completely naked, and his member was
throbbing painfully.
His mind flashed to the questions that he should have been
asking, but it seemed that the moonlight drained such thoughts away. He
could smell her arousal, and his own, and they mingled with something
else in the air that made thinking next to impossible.
While he struggled with this, Piccolo-chan made to pull away.
Gohan stopped this by dragging her to him, and reaching down to kiss
her breasts. She gasped as his hot, moist mouth closed around one of
her teats. His other hand dropped down farther, stroking and cupping
the curls at the juncture of her legs. Piccolo-chan felt all the
strength in her to leave, all her strength period, seep out and she
weakly wrapped her arms around his neck, playing with his hair.
Gohan was in heaven, tasting the crinkled flesh of her nipple,
feeling it harden, and went to work on the other. His hand between her
legs outlined her entrance, dipping into the dripping wetness and out
again. The little cries and moans she made were driving him up the
wall.
"Gohan," she whimpered, not knowing what else to say, "please!
Please!"
Piccolo-chan couldn't move, her own hands doing what they could
to return the feelings she had. She was more than aware of the empty
place inside her, and she needed him to fill it.
Gohan looked up from his ministrations, his eyes wild but tender,
and in the moonlight, seemingly ringed with red. His swollen lips met
hers in a passionate kiss, and he pushed her down, resting between her
thighs. His fingers spread her nether lips, and Piccolo-chan gasped,
feeling the tip of him about to enter her. She knew this is what she
needed, what she was begging him for. Closing her eyes, she wrapped her
legs around his waist, and he plunged in.
The splitting feeling of fullness inside her was almost painful
for a moment, but the pain faded as he pulled back, and thrust in
again. Groaning and sobbing against his chest as she did so, she rose
to meet his hips with her own. They met fiercely.
Gohan was moaning as mindlessly as she was, his instincts
overwhelming him. He ravaged her neck, biting sharply at the base,
drawing blood. Piccolo-chan didn't notice.
"Gohan, Gohan, Gohan," she whispered his name over and over
again, the feeling building. It built and built, like she was powering
up, until it peaked-
She screamed his name-
And he screamed hers-
Gohan felt like he was touching the outer edges of her mind, and
saw images he would remember later- but that didn't matter, because the
smooth muscles inside her gripped him tightly, and he burst into her
womb.
~*~
It was a few hours later. The two had fallen into a lovers'
embrace after their lovemaking, exhausted. The held each other like
that for a long time.
Gohan woke up slowly, and memory returned even slower. He was
aware that there was something very warm next to him, and that it was
on his chest. His eyes were still closed, and his hands became tangled
in something silky. He stroked the tangles gently, and he noted the
musky sent in the air. Odd, a detached part of his mind said, I only
remember smelling that after 'kaasan and 'tousan had-
...Sex?
His eyes opened, and he saw Clair, and he remembered what had
happened the night before. She looked like an angel. A fallen one, that
detached part of his mind said. Moonlight sank into her hair, turning
it black as his own, her skin bleached white as snow, and he kissed her
forehead softly.
A soft sound issued from her throat, and she curled herself
tighter against him. It was so cute that Gohan almost laughed.
Piccolo-chan's ear was next to his heart. It had lulled her to
sleep, but then the extra noise it made as Gohan stirred woke her up.
First she sighed, thinking about the wonderful dream she had, when the
flesh-to-flesh contact woke her up fully.
"Gohan?" she murmured sleepily, then jumped away from him, when
realization set in.
"No, no no no no no nononononononononono-" she groaned, voice
breaking. She tried to run for the window when Gohan grabbed her.
"Clair, Clarinet, what happened, did I hurt you?" he asked, his
voice frantic. He had heard that it hurt the first time for a girl, and
he frantically began looking her over search of hurts.
He couldn't tell what she was saying, her voice too choked with
sobs to say anything coherent. Taking her into his arms, he rocked her
back and forth.
He heard her sniff, then in a ragged voice said," I'm sorry. This
never should have happened."
She lay limply in his arms. Although embarrassed by what had
happened, Piccolo-chan couldn't make herself regret it. The feelings
that she had for Gohan were finally out, and she just had to see if he
would accept her or reject her. If she could get up the courage to tell
him.
"I enjoyed it, and- " Gohan broke off when he felt her hand cover
his lips.
"I'm not who you think I am, Gohan. I am," she tried to spit it
out, but couldn't.
"I don't care," he whispered in her ear. She stopped her hoarse
sobs, and gazed into his face. He nuzzled her neck. "I think I fell in
love with you, and I don't know why you are here, but I don't regret
what happened. Whoever you are, whatever you are, I love you."
Again, Piccolo-chan snuggled against him, letting herself revel
in what he had said, thinking back to the incredible pleasure she had
shared with him a little while ago. Gohan would always be the person
she was closest to in the world.
Neither knew what the small bite Gohan had given her meant, but
Piccolo-chan fingered it anxiously.
"I'll always love you, Gohan, now matter what happens. Especially
when you find out." She got up, pulling away from him.
"I-" Gohan started. "Not like this, you aren't," he mumbled, and
grabbed her again. They both stood, and Gohan brushed his lips against
hers, tasting her tears, feeling her heart flutter. Suddenly he was
pushed to the ground, and Piccolo-chan grabbed her gi top-
Her purple gi top-
And said," Ask Dende about me, Gohan-chan. I love you."
She was gone, and Gohan started to remember the images he had
seen in her mind.
His eyes widened, as far they would go.
"Piccolo?"
To be continued...
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