Godly And Angelic Fun (Part 6)

by Darthkoo5 Based on Neardhotison’s Comic Space Emperor Slut

Beerus With Frieza Art By Neardhotison

Four years had past and the human/saiyan breeding program and culture exchange has been going well. Many human-saiyan hybrids were born, especially to the harems of Master Roshi, Yamaha, and Tien. Gohan just started growing his family due to it being delayed to his age, age of his wives, and schooling for them all, besides Zangya who was waiting for Gohan to get older.

There was a threat to that piece when Lord Beerus, the purple cat God of Destruction, and Whis, his blue angel helper and trainer, arrived. He demanded to know who was the Super Saiyan God and wanted to fight him. Luckily the Z-fighters and allies found out how to preform the ritual to make Goku a Super Saiyan God. They fought each other and eventually became friends. Beerus and Whis made friends with the other Z-fighters and their families, especially Bulma who treated them to delicious Earth food.

He and Whis invited Goku and Vegeta to his planet to train with Whis to make them more powerful and learn to control God Ki better. They were the only saiyans he demand worthy of Whis’ training. He also invited Frieza to his planet, after seeing her feminine form. He learned how she became Goku’s bitch, and wanted a piece of her for himself.

Frieza was wearing a nice red dress hugging all of her curves. Beerus leered at her and said,”I find it amusing how you became Goku’s bitch. I know Goku allows you and lends you out to others. I want a piece of you myself.” Frieza smirked and licked her lips, her tail curling around her thigh. “Oh? And what makes you think I’d let you have a taste, Lord Beerus?” she purred, arching her back just enough to make the fabric strain across her chest.

Beerus chuckled, circling her like a predator sizing up prey. “The way your eyes keep flicking to my waist,” he murmured, his claws tracing the edge of his sash. “You’re imagining how I compare to the your saiyan lovers, especially Goku .” Frieza’s breath hitched, just slightly, but her grin never wavered. “Presumptuous,” she scoffed, though her tail twitched when his fingers brushed the dip of her spine. As she looked back again at Whis training Goku and Vegeta. All three of them to busy with what their were doing to notice what was happening between Beerus and Frieza.

He takes off his strange GOD top hitting the ground with a whisper of silk. The god stretched lazily, letting her drink in the lean muscle beneath his fur, the way his cock already swelled against his thigh, thick at the base and tapering to a wicked point. “Take off my shoes,” he commanded, nudging one foot forward. Frieza’s tongue darted out, wetting her lips as she knelt, making quick work of the laces and taking off his shoes.

Beerus watched the way her fingers lingered near his ankle, how her breath hitched when his fingers scraped her scalp. So she likes to be commanded to do things huh? He smirked, tail flicking. I guess she likes pretending she’s being forced to do these things that she loves. He hummed, fingers tracing her bald purple head. “Now take off my pants and suck my cock,” he murmured, voice thick with amusement. “I heard what a great and natural cock sucker you are.”

Frieza’s pupils dilated at the order, her lips parting slightly as her tail coiled tighter around her thigh. The fabric whispered against fur as she peeled his pants down his hips, revealing the full length of him, thick, feline, and already glistening at the tip. She exhaled sharply through her nose, her breath warming his skin before her tongue flicked out experimentally, tasting the salt of him. “Mm,” she purred, the vibration teasing his shaft as her lips curved around the head, “not bad for a god.”

Beerus’ fingers flexed against the grass, his tail lashing behind him as her mouth sank lower, taking him deeper with each practiced bob of her head. The wet heat of her throat fluttered around his tip, her fingers gripping his thighs for balance as she hollowed her cheeks. A low growl rumbled in his chest when her teeth grazed him, just enough pressure to remind him she wasn’t entirely tame. “Cheeky,” he muttered, tangling his fingers in the ridges of her scalp to guide her rhythm.

Frieza hummed around him, the vibration sending sparks up his spine as her tongue curled along his underside. Her tail slithered between his legs, the pointed tip tracing lazy circles against his taint, mocking, teasing, just shy of pressing in. Beerus’ fingers gripped her head hard in warning, but she only sucked harder, her throat working around him as she swallowed him to the hilt. His hips jerked involuntarily, his breath hissing between fangs when her nose brushed his fur.

Beerus yanked her back off his cock, his fingers pricking her purple skin as he forced her to meet his gaze. “You are really good, Frieza,” he admitted, his voice roughened by restraint. His thumb swiped the spit-slick curve of her lower lip, smearing it like war paint. “Even better than Whis.” His tail lashed behind him, the tip flicking her thigh in warning. “That said,” he murmured, leaning in until his breath ghosted hot against her mouth, “you are not good enough to be cheeky with me.” His grip tightened, forcing her chin up. “I suggest you stop it.”

Frieza’s breath hitched, just once, before she schooled her features into submission. “Sorry, Lord Beerus,” she murmured, the words sweetly contrite, but her red eyes flickered with something sharper beneath the lowered lashes. “I won’t do it again.” Her tongue darted out, catching the remnants of him on her lips before she bowed her head and took him back into her mouth with deliberate, unhurried reverence.

Beerus’ fingers flexed against the grass again as her throat worked around him, no teasing now, just slow, deep swallows that hollowed her cheeks with each pull. She kept her gaze fixed upward, watching him through her lashes, letting him see the way her pupils dilated when the first bitter pulse hit the back of her tongue. Frieza moaned around him, low and vibrating, her fingers tightening on his thighs as she swallowed it all down, every drop, every twitch, until he was spent and she was licking her lips with theatrical satisfaction.

“Such a godly taste,” Frieza murmured, her voice husky from use, tail flicking lazily as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her smirk widened when she glanced down, noting the way he twitched against his thigh, still half-hard despite his climax. “I see you are still hard, which is good.” She leaned forward, breath hot against his ear as she nipped the pointed tip. “I am not done with you yet.”

Beerus chuckled, fingers tracing the curve of her hip before gripping the fabric of her dress with sudden possessiveness. “Neither am I,” he purred, standing abruptly and pulling her to her feet with effortless strength. The air crackled with energy as he floated just inches off the ground, his tail coiling around her wrist like a leash. “Take off your dress. We are going to fuck in the air.”

Frieza’s smirk deepened as she obeyed, fingers sliding along the straps of her gown with deliberate slowness. The fabric whispered against her skin as she let it pool at her feet, revealing the swell of her breasts, the taut pink nipples already pebbled from anticipation. The contrast of her white and lavender skin against the red silk crumpled on the grass was obscenely vibrant, just like the way her small, hard cock jutted proudly between her thighs.

Beerus’ nostrils flared as she turned, her tail flicking high to showcase the plush curve of her ass deliberately and slowly rolling her hips that made his fingers dig into his own thighs. “You don’t disappoint, Frieza,” he said. Frieza soon follows him higher in the air.

Frieza’s breath hitched when Beerus’ hand cracked across her right cheek with enough force to make her levitation stutter, not pain, but the sharp shock of it sent sparks dancing behind her eyelids. His fingers lingered just long enough to make her shiver before his grip shifted to her left thigh, yanking it upward with effortless strength until her legs formed a perfect right angle, her cock bobbing freely in the open air between them. “Lord Beerus…ah!” Her mock protest dissolved into a gasp as his other hand found her hip, aligning himself in one smooth motion.

Beerus put both hands around Frieza’s neck, forcing her to look him in the eyes as he fucked her. The sudden pressure made her gasp, not tight enough to choke, just enough to make her swallow reflexively around nothing, her pulse hammering against his palms. His fingers pricked her pale throat as he pulled her forward onto his cock in one brutal thrust, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. “I can’t believe your ass is so tight after taking so much saiyan cock over the years. Are they really that much smaller than me,” he asked, his voice thick with amusement as she arched against him, her tail lashing wildly behind her.

Frieza laughed and moaned, as she rolled her hips in deliberate counterpoint to his thrusts. “My pristine… iridescent ass… is always tight!” she gasped, her breath hitching when he angled deeper, the tapered tip of his feline cock dragging against that sweet spot inside her with merciless precision. Her smirk wavered for half a second before reforming, sharper now, as she added, “Your cock… is about the… same… as Goku’s, but a little… smaller!” She punctuated the last word with a vicious clench of her muscles around him, reveling in the way his grip spasmed against her throat.

Beerus’ thumbs traced the circle of her ears, slow, almost contemplative strokes that contrasted the brutal pace of his hips. “Careful now,” he murmured, his voice dripping with dark amusement. He tightened his hold just enough to make her gasp again before leaning in close, his breath hot against her lips. “Pristine, iridescent ass, huh?” His chuckle vibrated through her chest as his thrusts turned punishing, each snap of his hips lifting her higher in the air. “I admit it’s a great ass,” he purred, nipping at her lower lip, “but it doesn’t compare to an angelic one.” His next thrust buried her on him to the hilt, her cry muffled against his shoulder. “Whis’ ass is the best I ever had,” he confessed, his voice roughened with something almost like reverence, “and he enjoys it so much.”

Frieza’s fingers clawed at his wrists, her legs tightening around his waist as his pace grew erratic, his cock pulsing inside her with each ragged thrust. His hands slid down to her breasts, kneading them with rough precision, his fingers pricking her sensitive skin. “He doesn’t have big breasts though,” Beerus mused, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her whimper. His smirk widened as he rolled them between his fingers, his thrusts never faltering. “I miss playing with such a big pair,” he admitted, his breath hitching as Frieza clenched around him. His hips stuttered, his grip on her breasts turning almost tender for a fleeting second before he growled and slammed into her one last time, his release flooding her in hot, pulsing waves.

Frieza arched against him, her own climax ripping through her with shuddering intensity, her cock twitching in the air as she came untouched and her cum raining down on the ground. Her tail coiled around his wrist like a possessive vine, her breath coming in ragged gasps against his shoulder. “Ah…Lord Beerus!” she moaned, her voice cracking as her walls milked him dry, her hips jerking forward instinctively to meet his final thrusts. The first droplets of his release dripped from her ass, splattering against the grass below with quiet splashes, each one gleaming under the pale light of Whis’ distant training aura.

As Lord Beerus pulled out of her ass with a wet pop, his fingers tightened around her waist, flipping her effortlessly in midair until she faced him, her breasts pressing flush against his furred chest. His mouth found her nipple without hesitation, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak before sucking hard, drawing a ragged moan from her throat. Frieza’s fingers tangled in the fur at the back of his neck, her hips rolling forward instinctively. “Kitty get his milk” she teased, her smirk audible despite the breathlessness of her voice, her tail flicking lazily against his thigh.

Beerus growled against her skin, his tongue swirling around her nipple in a slow, deliberate circle before pulling back just enough to speak. “I do enjoy breast milk,” he admitted, his fingers pricking the soft flesh of her waist as his other hand cupped her neglected breast, kneading it roughly. Frieza arched into his touch, her breath hitching when his thumb flicked over her nipple, the sensation sharp and electric. “I modeled my breasts after Goku’s wife, Chi-Chi’s, breasts,” she murmured, her voice low and husky with satisfaction. “Bulma has a nice pair as well.” Her smirk deepened as she tilted her head toward where Whis floated in the distance, still engrossed in training Vegeta and Goku. “But their pussies are the best I ever had, when they and their husbands allow me to fuck them, of course.” Her fingers tightened in his fur, her hips grinding down against the thickening length of his cock. “Normally, they fuck me with their strap-ons.”

Beerus laughed, his claws tracing idle patterns down her spine. “I bet they do indeed, and you love every minute of it,” he purred, his voice thick with amusement. His tail flicked lazily behind him, the tip brushing against the back of her thigh in a teasing caress. “It has been so long since I had some pussy,” he admitted, his grip tightening slightly on her hip as he pulled her closer. “I am sure the Saiyans won’t mind sharing their wives with me. I am sure the ladies won’t mind as well.”

Goku, Vegeta, and Whis just came outside after they finished bathing from training. Whis looked up at the naked couple and said with fake anger, “Lord Beerus, what are you two doing?” His lips twitched with barely suppressed amusement as he folded his arms, one eyebrow arched in mock disapproval. The faint scent of lavender and soap still clung to their skin, droplets of water glistening on Goku’s broad shoulders and Vegeta’s taut chest. The sight of Beerus arms around Frieza’s hips made Whis sigh dramatically, though his grin widened when Beerus flipped him off with his tail.

Beerus landed gracefully beside Whis, an arm tucked around Frieza like a trophy. “I was just reacquainted with Frieza in her feminine form,” he drawled, licking a stray droplet of sweat from her temple with deliberate slowness. His other hand casually palmed her breast, squeezing just hard enough to make her breath hitch. “After all, she looks so much better now than when I last saw her.” His fingers traced idle circles around her nipple, the contrast of purple against lavender skin obscenely vivid in the afternoon light.

Frieza laughed. “I admit I do look better, and you look better to me too, Lord Beerus,” she purred, her tail flicking possessively against his thigh. Her gaze slid to the angel, pupils dilating with predatory amusement as she added, “Beerus has told me so much about you. Especially about your…assets.” She rolled her hips against Beerus’ thigh, her smirk widening when Whis’ usually serene expression flickered. “I’d love for my men to compare notes.”

Whis’s lips twitched into a knowing smile as he twirled his staff, the crystal orb reflecting Goku and Vegeta’s equally intrigued expressions. “Oh? And what exactly did Lord Beerus tell you about my assets?” The emphasis made Vegeta cough into his fist, his ears reddening despite his scowl.

Goku scratched his head, glancing between them. “We both aren’t into guys, but…” Vegeta cut him off with a sharp elbow to the ribs, his smirk razor-thin. “Saiyans enjoy dominating strong people in bed,” he drawled, fingers flexing like he was already imagining the grip of Whis’ thighs. “I’m guessing that Whis is a bottom?”

Whis chuckled, twirling his staff in lazy arcs. “I am indeed. I am curious about your cocks, especially yours, Prince Vegeta. Bulma tells me how big and great it is. She figured me out right away.” His grin widened when Vegeta’s face redden, equal parts irritation and reluctant pride. Frieza snorted into her hand, tail flicking against Beerus’ thigh in smug delight.”Why do you think I told you to bathe and come outside in your towels. I knew Beerus was going to seduce Frieza. I plan on sucking your cocks and taking them in my ass.”

Whis knelt gracefully, his robes pooling around him like liquid starlight, and hooked a finger into the knot of Vegeta’s towel. The fabric slithered down, revealing Vegeta’s half-hard cock, thick, flushed, and twitching against the sudden rush of air. The angel’s breath hitched, just audibly, before his lips curled into a slow, wicked grin. “Bulma was right,” he murmured, fingertips skating up the length of Vegeta’s shaft, pausing to swirl a drop of precum between thumb and forefinger. “You are big.”

Vegeta’s snarl dissolved into a sharp inhale when Whis’ mouth closed over him, heat and wetness swallowing him whole in one smooth glide. His hips jerked forward instinctively, but Whis’ hands pinned his thighs with effortless strength, the angel’s tongue already working him with practiced precision. Goku let out a groan as Frieza’s fingers tugged his towel free, her lips sealing around him before the fabric hit the grass. Her tongue flicked against under his cockhead, deliberate and teasing, while her tail coiled possessively around his thigh.

Vegeta moaned, his fingers tangling in Whis’ silky hair as the angel hollowed his cheeks, the suction bordering on painful in the best way. “Whis,” he gasped, his voice roughened by restraint, “you are amazing. Your lips and mouth are heavenly indeed.” The compliment slipped out before he could stop it, his pride momentarily eclipsed by the sheer skill of Whis’ tongue tracing his veins. Beerus chuckled from where he lounged against a nearby boulder. “No one sucks cock like an angel, but Frieza was close.”

Goku scratched his head, his hips stuttering as Frieza’s throat fluttered around him, her tongue pressing hard against the sensitive spot just beneath his crown. “Is Whis really that good?” he asked, breathless and genuinely curious. “Frieza is pretty great, but Chi-Chi is even better.”

Vegeta scoffed, his fingers tightening reflexively in Whis’ hair as the angel swallowed him deeper, the wet heat of his throat fluttering around Vegeta’s tip. “Whis is good,” he admitted through gritted teeth, his thighs trembling with restraint, “but I still prefer Bulma.” His smirk was sharp and fleeting before dissolving into a groan as Whis’ tongue swirled around his base. “That said, I recommend you try his mouth, Kakarot.”

Whis pulled his mouth off Vegeta’s cock with an obscenely wet pop. “Your cock is not bad, Vegeta,” he murmured, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “but it is not Beerus’.” His gaze flicked to Frieza, who was still working Goku with slow, deliberate bobs of her head, her tail coiled possessively around his thigh. “Frieza,” Whis called, his voice honeyed with amusement, “time to switch guys.”

Frieza lifted her mouth from Goku’s cock with a smirk, her lips slick and swollen. “Fine by me,” she purred, rising gracefully and sauntering toward Vegeta. “I always enjoy taking Vegeta’s cock.” Her fingers traced the flushed length of him, her thumb catching a bead of precum before she guided him back into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks with practiced ease. Vegeta groaned, his hips jerking forward instinctively, fingers tangling in her scalp ridges.

Whis knelt before Goku, his fingers tracing the thick veins of his cock with feather-light precision. “I hope your cock is as good as Vegeta’s,” he murmured, his breath warming Goku’s skin before his lips sealed around the head, tongue swirling in slow, deliberate circles. Goku’s knees buckled, his breath hitching as Whis swallowed him deeper, the wet heat of his throat fluttering around him. “Damn,” he gasped, fingers fisting in Whis’ silky hair, “Beerus and Vegeta were right. Your mouth is heavenly, Whis. I still think Chi-Chi is better though.”

Goku’s fingers tightened in Whis’ hair as the angel’s throat convulsed around him, swallowing him deeper with each bob of his head. The wet heat was unbearable…Whis’ lips sealed at the base, his tongue pressing deliberately against the vein running along Goku’s underside. “Ngh…Whis, I’m…” Goku’s hips stuttered as his release surged into Whis’ mouth, the angel’s lashes fluttering as he drank him down with unhurried swallows, his fingers kneading Goku’s thighs.

Vegeta snarled as Frieza’s nails dug into his hips, her mouth working him ruthlessly, her tail coiling around his thigh like a vise. “Damn you…” His curse dissolved into a ragged groan as she swallowed him whole, her throat fluttering around his tip as he came, her lips locked tight at his base to catch every pulse. She pulled back with a smirk, letting the last of his release drip onto her tongue before swallowing with exaggerated relish.

Beerus chuckled, lounging against the boulder as Whis stood gracefully, his robes slipping from his shoulders like liquid starlight pooling at his feet. The angel stretched, his muscles rippling beneath pale blue skin, his cock already stiffening against his thigh. Beerus’ tail lashed out with feline precision, cracking against Whis’ ass with a sharp smack that echoed across the training grounds. “This blue ass lives up to the angelic name,” he purred, fingers kneading the flushed imprint of his slap. “Nothing better. You’ll see for yourselves, Saiyans.”

Whis got on his hands and knees, his spine arching into a perfect curve, twerking his pale blue ass. “Goku,” he murmured, glancing over his shoulder with a smirk that made his usual serenity crack into something far more mischievous, “I want you to fuck me first, since you are Beerus’ favorite.” His fingers spread his asscheeks, revealing his tight blue hole. “Frieza,” he added, nodding toward the space beside him, “get on your hands and knees and face me. I want to make out with you as Vegeta fucks your ass.”

Beerus raised an eyebrow. “Making out with a woman?” His tail flicked lazily as he reclined against a boulder. “Not something you usually do or would prefer. But things have changed around here a lot recently.” His smirk deepened when Whis merely winked, already leaning forward to capture Frieza’s lips as she positioned herself in front of him on her hands and knees.

Goku swallowed hard, his fingers tracing the curve of Whis’ ass with hesitant reverence. The angel’s skin was impossibly smooth beneath his calloused palms, warm despite its otherworldly hue, and it clenched slightly under his touch, almost like it was alive. His hips jerked forward instinctively, the slick heat of Whis swallowing him whole in one slow, torturous slide that made his toes curl against the grass.

Frieza gasped into Whis’ mouth as Vegeta’s cock breached her, the stretch familiar but no less overwhelming. Her tail lashed wildly, the pointed tip scoring lines into the dirt as Vegeta’s thrusts settled into a brutal rhythm. The angel’s fingers tangled in her scalp ridges, his tongue sliding against hers with teasing precision, his breath tasting inexplicably of stardust and something faintly sweet. She moaned, the vibration shuddering through both of them.

Goku’s groan reverberated through Whis’ body, his hips stuttering as the angel’s ass clenched around him like a vice. “Damn,” he panted, “Whis’ ass does live up to the angelic name.” His thrusts grew erratic, the slick heat drawing him deeper with each snap of his hips. “I admit it’s better than Frieza’s,” he added with a breathless chuckle, “but not as good as Chi-Chi’s pussy. I know Vegeta thinks Bulma’s is the best”

Beerus’ tail twitched with feline amusement as he watched. “Are they really that good?” he mused, voice thick with lazy curiosity. His smirk widened as Whis arched beneath Goku, his blue fingers digging into the grass. “I will have to try them myself.”

Frieza broke the kiss with Whis, her breath hitching between Vegeta’s relentless thrusts. “I know Bulma has been showing you around Earth and trying different Earth food,” she purred, “but their pussies are tastier than any Earth food.” She rolled her hips back against Vegeta, her smirk sharpening as Whis moaned into her mouth. “Chi-Chi’s is the better of the two, but only slightly. The only thing better than human pussy, is saiyan cock. The android,18, is not better either. Granted, she is just a modified human, so it makes sense.”

Whis chuckled, his fingers tightening in the grass as Goku’s thrusts stuttered above him. “Now I have to try all three,” he murmured, his breath ghosting hot against her lips, “to see if Bulma was holding back on us.” His tongue flicked against hers, teasing. “Never thought I would want to try pussy.” His hips arched into Goku’s grip, his ass clenching deliberately around his cock. “If you are wrong, Frieza,” he added, his voice dropping to a whisper-thin threat, “you will be punished. Some of it you will like… and some of it you won’t.”

Frieza smiled, her breath hitching as Vegeta’s grip on her hips turned punishing. “You won’t be disappointed,” she gasped, her tail lashing against his thigh. The air smelled of sweat and musk, the grass crushed beneath their knees. “So how is Goku?” Her smirk widened as Whis’ pupils dilated, his lips parting around a moan he couldn’t suppress. “Everything you hoped?” She rolled her hips back against Vegeta, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “He is amazing.” The last word was punctuated by Vegeta’s growl. “Vegeta is amazing as well, but Goku is better. Only he could have made me the bitch and slut that I am.”

Goku’s fingers dug into Whis’ hips, his thrusts growing erratic as the angel’s ass clenched around him. “Whis,” he groaned, his breath ragged. “I’m going to cum.” His hips stuttered, his cock pulsing deep inside Whis as he came, his release flooding the angel’s tight channel in hot, pulsing waves. Whis arched beneath him, his breath hitching as Goku filled him, his fingers clutching the grass beneath them. “Goku…” His voice was breathless, his usual serenity shattered by pleasure.

Vegeta snarled, his grip tightening on Frieza’s hips as he pounded into her ass. “Take it,” he growled, his voice rough with restraint. Frieza gasped, her tail lashing wildly as Vegeta’s thrusts grew harder, deeper. His cock twitched inside her, his release surging into her with brutal intensity. She moaned, her fingers clawing at the dirt beneath her as Vegeta filled her, his cum dripping from her stretched hole.

As the men pulled out, Whis said, “Vegeta, it is your turn to fuck my ass.” His voice was soft but commanding, his blue eyes gleaming with mischief. Vegeta smirked, his cock still hard as he moved behind Whis. The angel arched his back, his ass twitching in anticipation as Vegeta lined himself up. “You better not disappoint,” Vegeta muttered before thrusting into Whis with a sharp snap of his hips.

Frieza moved beside Whis, shaking her ass for Goku to fuck. The motion was deliberate, her tail curling around her thigh possessively as she glanced over her shoulder. “Well, Goku?” she purred, her smirk widening when Goku moved behind her. He didn’t hesitate, gripping her hips and sinking into her with a groan, the stretch of her tight ass making his fingers dig into her skin. “My favorite cock back inside me once again. Just the way I like it.”

Vegeta moaned, his thrusts into Whis growing deeper, more erratic. “Everyone is right,” he gasped, his voice roughened by pleasure. “Your ass is indeed angelic.” His fingers tightened on Whis’ hips, pulling him back onto his cock with brutal precision. “Almost as good as my Bulma’s pussy.” If Whis was hurt by the last comment, he didn’t show, but simply moaned.

Beerus got up and stood in front of Whis as Whis took his cock in his mouth, his lips stretching obscenely around the feline god’s girth. “Again with your wives’ pussies,” Beerus growled, his fingers pulling Whis’ white hair as he thrust deeper into his throat. “Next time I see them, I will have them.” His tail moving down Whis’ spine, the tip flicking against Whis’ twitching hole where Vegeta still pounded into him. “No arguments about this.”

Vegeta and Goku exchanged glances, their hips still moving in tandem against Frieza and Whis. Vegeta smirked first, his thrusts slowing just enough to make Whis whimper. “Fine,” he rasped, fingers tightening on Whis’ hips. “We won’t fight you on this.” His grin was sharp, feral. “But only if they agree.”

Goku laughed, breathless, his fingers tracing the curve of Frieza’s spine as he pushed deeper into her. “I think they will,” he mused, his voice rough with exertion. “They both got hornier and sluttier over the years.” His chuckle vibrated through her, making her tail twitch against his thigh. “Just know Lord Beerus, we don’t share them with men, before you or Whis. Just women. It was only a few years ago that we let Frieza fuck both of their holes, and that is still a rare treat. They mostly enjoy us, each other, Android 18, or saiyan women.”

Beerus smirked, his fingers tightening in Whis’ hair as he thrust deeper into the angel’s throat. “Good,” he purred, the word dripping with dark amusement. “It seems like they will be a real special treat.” His tail flicked against Whis’ twitching hole, still stretched around Vegeta’s cock, and he added, “And I do love breaking rules.” The wet sounds of Whis gagging around him punctuated the threat, saliva dripping onto the grass below.

Vegeta’s hips stuttered mid-thrust, his grip on Whis’ waist tightening reflexively as he caught sight of Bulma storming toward them, her blue hair whipping in the wind like a storm warning. Chi-Chi marched beside her, fists clenched, her dark eyes blazing with a fury that could melt steel. 18 followed with her usual detached amusement, while Krillin trailed behind, rubbing his neck awkwardly like a man who’d rather be anywhere else. “Vegeta, what the hell are you doing?” Bulma’s voice sliced through the air, sharp enough to make even Beerus pause.

Vegeta gritted his teeth, his cock still buried inside Whis, his muscles coiled like a cornered predator. “I…I…” he started, but Bulma cut him off with a dismissive flick of her hand. “You know you’re supposed to wait for me when fucking someone new,” she snapped. Chi-Chi mirrored her stance, her glare locking onto Goku, who was still balls-deep in Frieza. “Same goes for you, Goku,” she said angrily. “You don’t get to have first taste of a new toy without me.”

Beerus blinked slowly, his tail twitching mid-air as he watched the scene unfold with detached amusement. “How did you get to my planet without my permission?” he mused, his voice dripping with lazy curiosity. His fingers flexed against Whis’ scalp, though his gaze remained locked on Bulma. “Unless Whis invited you?” He didn’t bother hiding his smirk as Whis gagged around his cock in response,neither confirmation nor denial.

Bulma and Chi-Chi both dropped the angry act simultaneously, their lips quirking into identical smirks as Bulma stepped forward, her heels sinking into the soft grass. “I was working with Whis to build a teleporter to your planet,” she admitted, her fingers tapping against her forearm. “Since I knew Goku and Vegeta would be spending a lot of time here.” She shrugged, her smirk deepening as she added, “Whis mentioned that you might like some company. 18 heard about it” she jerked a thumb toward the blonde android“and asked to join us.” Her grin turned wicked as she glanced at Krillin, who was staring resolutely at the sky. “She said Krillin would enjoy it too. Especially Whis.”

Beerus pulled his cock from Whis’ throat with an obscene wet pop. “I should be mad,” he mused, his voice rough with lingering arousal, “but Whis was right about me.” His gaze raked over Bulma’s curves, lingering on the swell of her breasts beneath her tight bodysuit before sliding to Chi-Chi’s toned thighs. “Your husbands and Frieza had been hyping up your assets, including 18.” His smirk widened as Krillin coughed into his fist. “They said I could have you, so long as you agree.” His voice dropping to a purr, “Which I know for sure you do. You saved me the trouble of finding you all, is all.”

Bulma started stripping and said, “We obviously agree, especially since our husbands had started to have fun without us. They can observe as we have our fun.” Her fingers made quick work of the clasps on her bodysuit, the fabric peeling away to reveal smooth skin already flushed with anticipation.

“Bulma’s right,” Chi-Chi muttered, stepping forward, her hips swaying with deliberate intent. “You two,” she jabbed a finger at Goku and Vegeta, still tangled with Whis and Frieza, “sit your asses down and watch.” Her smirk was a blade’s edge as she took off her dress, revealing her naked body. “No touching yourselves. Just watching.”

18 rolled her eyes but followed suit, peeling off her leather jacket and shorts with practiced nonchalance. “I guess I’m next,” she drawled, tossing her clothes onto the grass. She looked to Krillin. “You might as well get undress. I know Whis will want to try your big cock. Show him how great humans can be,” she added, glancing at him with a smirk that made his knees wobble.

Beerus’ tail twitched as he surveyed the women before him — Bulma’s curves gleaming in the sunlight, Chi-Chi’s toned muscles flexing as she stretched, and 18’s android perfection standing stark against the greenery. “You ladies are beautiful indeed,” he purred, his voice thick with appreciation. “It has been so long since I’ve seen pussy.” His gaze lingered on Bulma, golden eyes narrowing playfully. “Speaking of pussy, I hear you’ve been holding out on us, Bulma. Rumors say that your pussies are the best-tasting things on Earth.” His smirk widened as Whis stood up and hummed in agreement beside him. “You even got Whis wanting to try you ladies as well.”

Whis wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, still slick from Beerus’ cock, before stepping forward gracefully. “It is not something I thought I would ever want,” he admitted, his usual serenity tinged with rare curiosity, “but hopefully you ladies live up to the hype that Frieza gave you three.” His gaze flicked to Krillin, who was standing awkwardly beside 18, his face flushed. “Krillin,” Whis continued, lips curving into a sly smile, “I still want to try human cock and ass. I hear you are a good switch by Frieza, and only had her cock and 18’s strapon.” He bowed slightly, the motion exaggerated with theatrical politeness. “I am honored to be the third.”

Krillin scratched his head, glancing between Whis’ expectant expression and 18’s smirk. “Uh… thanks, Whis,” he muttered, his voice cracking slightly as he fumbled with the waistband of his gi. His fingers trembled against the fabric, whether from nerves or anticipation, even he wasn’t sure, before he finally peeled it off, letting it pool at his feet. The cool air prickled against his bare skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Whis’ gaze tracing the curve of his cock, already half-hard under the scrutiny. “Just… go easy on me?” he added weakly, though the way 18 rolled her eyes told him he wasn’t fooling anyone.

Beerus’ tail flicked impatiently as he surveyed the women, his lips curling into a smirk sharp enough to carve marble. “Enough stalling,” he purred, flicking his wrist with lazy authority. “Why don’t you ladies lay on the ground. Bulma should be in the middle, 18 on her left and Chi-Chi on her right.” His golden eyes gleamed with predatory amusement as they obeyed, their bodies sinking into the soft grass like offerings on an altar. “I am going to eat out Bulma first,” he continued, stalking toward her with the grace of a jungle cat circling prey. “Whis, you should eat out Chi-Chi.” He paused, glancing at Krillin. “You can sit a little bit away for the ladies. I am sure Frieza will suck your cock to help you easy into things.”

Bulma arched an eyebrow as Beerus knelt between her thighs, his fingers tracing feather-light circles along her inner thighs before hooking them apart with deliberate precision. “Been a while since you’ve done this, huh?” she teased, her breath hitching when his breath ghosted hot over her folds. Beerus’ chuckle vibrated against her skin, low and dark. “You’ll know if I’m out of practice.” His tongue flattened against her in one slow, obscene drag, savoring the taste like a connoisseur sampling aged wine, before groaning in approval. “Damn, Frieza wasn’t lying,” he muttered against her flesh, his tail twitching with unrestrained hunger.

Beside them, Chi-Chi gasped as Whis’ lips sealed over her clit, his tongue flicking with celestial precision, too soft to be accidental, too deliberate to be tentative Whis hummed happily in response, the vibration traveling straight to Chi-Chi’s core as, coaxing a broken moan from her lips. “N-not bad,” she panted, her hips lifting off the grass, “but Goku’s tongue is still better.” Whis’ only reply was to suck harder.

Meanwhile, Frieza knelt in front of Krillin, her tail curling possessively around his thigh as she smirked up at him. “Time to have my favorite switch’s cock,” she purred before swallowing him whole, her throat fluttering around his length in practiced waves. Krillin’s knees nearly buckled, his fingers tangling in her scalp ridges as he choked out, “Damn, you are always so good!” Frieza pulled off with a wet pop, her smirk widening as she traced his dripping tip with her tongue. “Of course I am. An Empress is always the best at everything she does.”

Bulma’s moan tore through the clearing as Beerus’ tongue speared into her, his lips sealing tight against her clit as he sucked hard enough to make her toes curl in the grass. “Oh fuck…” Her hips jerked off the ground, her thighs clamping around Beerus’ head as she came with a shuddering cry, her release flooding his mouth in hot pulses. The god of destruction groaned against her, his tail lashing wildly as he drank her down with unhurried swallows, his golden eyes rolling back in bliss. When he finally pulled away, his lips glistened with her juices, and he licked them with deliberate slowness. “Frieza wasn’t exaggerating,” he rasped, his voice rough with reverence. “Your pussy tastes better than any Earth food I’ve ever had.”

Beside them, Chi-Chi’s back arched violently as Whis’ fingers twisted inside her, his tongue flicking mercilessly over her swollen clit. “Whis!” Her scream was raw, her nails raking furrows into the grass as her orgasm ripped through her, her thighs trembling around Whis’ face as she came hard into his mouth. The angel moaned around her, his throat working as he swallowed every drop, his lips sealed tight to catch the last shuddering pulses. When he finally pulled back, his usual serenity was shattered, his lips slick, his breath ragged. Chi-Chi collapsed onto the grass, chest heaving, and smirked down at him. “Chi-Chi’s pussy tastes better than any Earth food I ever had.” He licked his lips to get the last taste of Chi-Chi. “I can’t wait to try Bulma’s.”

Beerus moved over to 18, his tail flicking lazily as he nudged Whis aside with his foot. “Go ahead, Whis,” he purred, golden eyes gleaming with predatory amusement. “I hear the Saiyans trained their wives to have great stamina. 18 is an android and naturally has great stamina” His smirk widened as 18 stopped masturbating and spread her legs wider without hesitation, her skin gleaming in the sunlight. “18,” he murmured, kneeling between her thighs, “thanks for waiting.” His fingers traced the seam of her thighs, teasing but not touching where she wanted him most. “Hopefully you don’t disappoint.” His tongue flicked out, tasting the air just above her folds, his breath hot against her sensitive skin.

18 arched an eyebrow, her lips quirking into a smirk. “I might taste a bit different than the other two,” she drawled, her voice laced with mechanical precision and something dangerously close to amusement. Her fingers tangled in Beerus’ purple fur, tugging just hard enough to make his pupils dilate. “But I am a modified human.” Her hips rolled upward, offering herself like a challenge. “Still got that human taste you are learning to love.” Her smirk widened as Beerus growled, his restraint snapping as he buried his face between her thighs with a hunger that would’ve terrified lesser beings.

Whis wasted no time crawling over to Bulma, his lips already glistening with Chi-Chi’s lingering taste. He didn’t ask permission, just hooked Bulma’s knees over his shoulders and dove in, his tongue spearing into her with celestial precision. Bulma’s moan was muffled by her own forearm, her back bowing off the grass as Whis’ nose pressed against her clit, his lips sealing tight around her entrance to suck hard. “Oh fuck, Whis! I didn’t expect you to be this good!” Her thighs trembled around his head, her fingers scrabbling at the grass for purchase. Whis hummed against her, the vibration traveling straight to her core, his fingers digging into her hips to keep her still as he devoured her like a man starving.

Meanwhile, Beerus’ tongue traced intricate patterns over 18’s folds, his fangs grazing her sensitive skin just enough to make her breath hitch. He licked into her with deliberate slowness, savoring the faint metallic tang of her, his fingers digging into her thighs possessively. 18’s moan was low, mechanical, her fingers tightening in his fur as she rolled her hips against his mouth. “Beerus is amazing as well,” she gasped, her voice glitching slightly with pleasure. His response was to suck her clit into his mouth hard enough to make her vision pixelate, her thighs clamping around his head as her orgasm crashed through her in waves of static and shuddering gasps. He swallowed every pulse, his throat working greedily as her juices flooded his mouth.

Whis pulled back just enough to watch Bulma’s face contort, his lips still sealed tight around her clit as she arched off the grass. Her thighs trembled around his head, her fingers clawing at the grass beneath her as Whis sucked harder, his tongue flicking mercilessly. “Whis…” Her voice cracked, her breath hitching as his fingers dug into her hips, holding her still for his mouth. The first pulse hit her like a lightning strike, her back bowing off the grass as she came with a scream, her release flooding Whis’ mouth in hot, pulsing waves. He moaned around her, his throat working to swallow every drop, his lips sealing tighter to catch the last shuddering pulses. When he finally pulled away, his lips glistened with her, his usual serenity shattered by the raggedness of his breath. Bulma collapsed onto the grass, chest heaving, her thighs still twitching.

Beerus lifted his head from between 18’s thighs, his tongue flicking out to catch the last traces of her cum. “Damn,” he muttered, his voice rough with reverence, “you weren’t lying about tasting different.” His smirk widened as 18 rolled her hips lazily, her fingers still tangled in his fur. “Still got that human taste,” she mused, her voice laced with mechanical amusement, “just with a little extra kick.” Beerus chuckled darkly, his tail flicking against her thigh possessively. “A kick I wouldn’t mind tasting again.” His eyes flicked to Whis, who was still kneeling between Bulma’s thighs, his lips slick with her cum.

Whis glanced up at Beerus, his usual serenity replaced by something far more primal. “I am disappointed that Bulma was holding out on us like Frieza said,” he admitted, his voice thick with lingering arousal. His fingers traced idle circles on Bulma’s inner thighs, his touch feather-light but deliberate. “From now on, when we go down to visit Bulma, we eat the Earth food and we will have to finish by eating her out as well.” His gaze slid to Chi-Chi, who was still sprawled on the grass, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. “Maybe the other ladies as well.”

Beerus licked his lips, savoring the remnants of 18’s unique flavor. “I agree, Whis,” he murmured, his golden eyes gleaming with newfound hunger. His tail twitched lazily against the grass as he shifted his weight, the movement predatory. “Time to taste the last woman.” His smirk widened, fangs glinting in the sunlight. “As I said, 18 is good and has a unique taste of her own.”

Chi-Chi gasped as Beerus’ tongue traced her inner thigh, the rough texture sending shivers up her spine. His breath was hot against her skin, his tail curling possessively around her ankle as he leaned in. “Beerus…” she breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation. His tongue flattened against her folds in one slow, deliberate stroke, his groan vibrating through her core. His fingers dug into her hips, pulling her closer as he dove in, his tongue spearing into her with ruthless precision.

Whis chuckled, his fingers tracing idle circles on 18’s thigh as he knelt between her legs. “Your turn,” he murmured, his voice smooth as silk. His breath ghosted over her folds, his lips hovering just above her skin as he teased her with the promise of contact. 18 arched an eyebrow, her smirk widening as she spread her legs further. “You talk too much, Whis,” she drawled, her fingers tangling in his silver hair. His response was to bury his face between her thighs, his tongue flicking against her clit with celestial precision. Her breath hitched, her back bowing off the grass as he began eating her out.

Bulma watched the ladies getting eaten out by the two men, her lips curling into a satisfied smirk. “Whis,” she purred, her voice dripping with amusement, “your idea of eating us out when you visit is a great idea.” Her fingers traced lazy patterns on her own stomach, her thighs still slick with Whis’ earlier attentions. “I accept it,” she continued, her gaze flicking to Chi-Chi and 18, their faces flushed with pleasure, “and by the looks on their faces, 18 and Chi-Chi agree as well.” Chi-Chi moaned in agreement, her fingers tightening in Beerus’ fur as he continued to devour her. 18’s response was a breathless laugh, her hips rolling against Whis’ mouth.

Chi-Chi’s climax hit her like a tidal wave, her back arching off the grass as Beerus’ tongue flicked mercilessly against her clit. “Beerus!” Her scream tore through the clearing, her thighs clamping around his head as she came hard, her release flooding his mouth in hot pulses. The god of destruction groaned against her, his tail lashing wildly as he drank her down, his golden eyes rolling back in bliss. When he finally pulled away, his lips glistened with her cum, and he licked them with deliberate slowness. “If you three taste this good,” he rasped, his voice rough with reverence, “I won’t mind trying other human women.” His smirk widened as Chi-Chi collapsed onto the grass, chest heaving. “Although you three are more than enough I suppose.”

18’s fingers tightened in Whis’ hair as his tongue traced intricate patterns over her folds. Her breath hitched, because the of pleasure. “Whis,” she gasped, her voice glitching slightly, “don’t stop…” Her hips jerked off the grass, her thighs trembling around his head as her orgasm crashed through her in waves. Whis moaned against her, his throat working greedily as he swallowed every pulse, his lips sealed tight to catch the last shuddering drops. “Delicious,” he murmured, licking his lips with feline satisfaction. “A truly unique flavor.”

Chi-Chi rolled onto her side, her dark hair sticking to her sweat-slicked skin as she watched Whis pull back from 18 with a smirk. “Bulma’s right,” she panted, her chest still heaving. “As long as you give us orgasms this good, you can eat us out anytime.” Her fingers traced lazy circles on Beerus’ shoulder, her nails scraping lightly against his purple fur. Beerus chuckled darkly, his tail twitching against her thigh possessively. “Good,” he purred, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement. “Because I plan to.”

18 pushed herself up on her elbows as she surveyed the scene with detached amusement. “I think Frieza has sucked my husband’s cock long enough,” she drawled, nodding toward where Krillin was still tangled with the former tyrant, her lips stretched around his length. Whis tilted his head, his usual serenity tinged with curiosity as he followed her gaze. “You’ve had human pussy,” 18 continued, her smirk widening as she reached out to trace Whis’ jaw with her fingertips. “But I know you want to try human cock.” Her thumb brushed his lower lip. “And I know Krillin wants to try your angelic cock. I would love to see you and him in a 69.”

Whis smiled at her and said, “Indeed I do.” He turned his gaze to Krillin, who had just pulled free of Frieza’s mouth with a wet gasp. “Krillin, you heard your wife.” The angel’s voice was smooth as silk. “I will be on the bottom.” Frieza chuckled darkly, her tail curling possessively around Krillin’s waist as Whis walked over, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his bare stomach. “Don’t worry, Krillin,” she purred. “Angel cock is as heavenly as the name implies.”

Krillin’s breath hitched as Whis reclined gracefully beside him. The angel’s blue cock, thick and pearlescent in the golden sunlight, curved upward against his stomach, unmistakably divine. Krillin hesitated only a second before straddling Whis’ hips, his knees sinking into the soft grass as he aligned himself, the heat of Whis’ body radiating against his thighs. Below him, Whis hummed appreciatively, his hands settling on Krillin’s waist with effortless grace. “Relax,” Whis murmured, and Krillin gasped as Whis’ lips closed around his cock, swallowing him whole with celestial precision. Krillin lead forward to take Whis in his mouth and he soon enjoyed the taste.

Beerus rolled onto his back, his golden eyes narrowing playfully as he spread his arms in invitation. “Bulma,” he growled, his voice thick with hunger, “you are first since you are the one who invited the ladies. I have to admit, I wanted to fuck you as soon as I saw you.” His fingers traced idle patterns along her thigh as she straddled him, her breath hitching when his tail coiled possessively around her waist. “I want you to ride me as I suck your breasts.” Bulma’s laughter was breathless as she sank down onto him, her nails digging into his chest when he sealed his lips around her nipple with a groan that vibrated through her ribs.

Bulma moaned. “Oh God…Lord Beerus,” she gasped, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles, “your cock is so big…fuck…” Her fingers tangled in his fur when his tongue flicked mercilessly against her nipple, his fangs grazing the sensitive peak just enough to make her thighs tremble. “And I love what you’re doing with my breasts,” she finished, her voice fraying at the edges as his hands kneaded her flesh with the same lazy dominance he’d used to destroy planets.

Beerus pulled back, lips glistening with her arousal, and smirked up at her. “It has been a long time since I fucked a pussy,” he mused, his tail tightening around her waist possessively, “but I don’t remember one being this good.” His golden eyes gleamed with unholy amusement as he thrust upward sharply, drawing a shattered cry from her lips. “Better than Whis’ angelic ass,” he added, his voice rough with reverence. “You truly have a heavenly pussy. Both in taste and feel. I have high hopes for the other ladies.”

Bulma arched above him, her fingers clawing at his chest fur as she rocked against him, her breath hitching with every brutal snap of his hips. “Cum inside,” she panted, her thighs trembling around him. “I always love it when men do.” Her smirk was wicked, her gaze flicking to where Chi-Chi and 18 watched with rapt attention, their own bodies still flushed from earlier attentions. “Especially when they’re powerful.”

Beerus growled, his grip tightening on her waist as he thrust up sharply, his cock swelling inside her. “Then scream,” he commanded, his voice rough with barely restrained need. His tail coiled tighter around her, pulling her down onto him with possessive force. Bulma gasped as he buried himself to the hilt, her body clenching around him in instinctive response, her nails digging crescents into his skin. “Oh fuck…” Her cry shattered into a moan as he pulsed inside her, hot and thick, her own climax crashing into her like a tidal wave. “BEEEEEEEERRRRRSSSS!”

Chi-Chi watched, biting her lip hard enough to sting, her thighs pressing together instinctively as Beerus’ hips stuttered beneath Bulma’s writhing form. His groan was raw, primal, his golden eyes rolling back as he emptied himself inside her, his tail twitching erratically against her sweat-slicked skin. Bulma shuddered, her breath coming in ragged pants, her fingers trembling where they clutched at his fur. “Damn…” she slurred, her voice wrecked, her body still spasming around him in delayed aftershocks. “That was… celestial. Almost as good as Vegeta…”

Beerus chuckled darkly, rolling Bulma off him with a careless flick of his wrist, depositing her onto the grass beside him where she sprawled, boneless and gasping. He turned to Chi-Chi, his golden eyes gleaming with predatory amusement, his cock still glistening with Bulma’s arousal. “It is your turn,” he purred, his voice rough with lingering pleasure, his tail flicking lazily toward her. Chi-Chi swallowed hard, her pulse hammering in her throat, but she obeyed without hesitation, rolling onto her stomach with a grace that belied her exhaustion. She spread her legs wide, her hips canting upward in silent invitation, her fingers curling into the grass beneath her. “Better make it worth my while,” she muttered, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her bravado.

Meanwhile, Krillin and Whis broke out of the 69, their lips slick and swollen, their breath mingling in ragged gasps. Whis traced Krillin’s collarbone with celestial precision, his fingers lingering just long enough to make him shiver. “Krillin,” Whis murmured, his voice as smooth as starlight, “get on your hands and knees.” His command brooked no argument, and Krillin obeyed, his muscles trembling with exertion as he positioned himself, his back arching in anticipation. Whis knelt behind him, his hands settling on Krillin’s hips with effortless grace, his cock glistening against the cleft of his ass. “Frieza,” Whis called, his tone light but firm, “fuck my ass as I fuck Krillin.”

Frieza’s tail curled lazily behind her as she sauntered over, her hips swaying with predatory intent, her smirk widening as she eyed Whis’ exposed backside. “Of course,” she purred, her fingers trailing possessively down Whis’ spine before gripping his hips. She aligned herself with practiced ease, her cock sliding against Whis’ entrance with deliberate teasing friction. Krillin gasped as Whis pressed forward, his thick cock stretching him open inch by torturous inch, his body shuddering with the sheer divinity of the sensation. “Oh fuck…” Krillin’s voice cracked, his fingers digging into the grass beneath him, his thighs trembling as Whis bottomed out inside him with a groan.”You cock is the biggest I ever had, even bigger than my wife’s strapon.”

Whis’ breath hitched as Frieza pushed into him, her cock filling him with the same ruthless efficiency he’d just used on Krillin. The angel’s fingers tightening on Krillin’s hips as Frieza’s thrusts forced him deeper into the human’s body, their rhythm syncopated and relentless. Krillin’s moans spilled into the grass beneath him, muffled but unmistakable, his body rocking between them like a ship caught in a celestial storm. Frieza’s laughter was dark, her hips snapping forward with bruising force, her tail coiling possessively around Whis’ thigh. “I admit your ass is what everyone said it is. I will concede you have the better ass” she mused, her voice dripping with wicked amusement. “I hope your cock is just as great. Krillin seems to think so. I bet he thinks it is better than mine.”

Krillin gasped as Whis’ cock throbbed inside him, the angel’s divine length stretching him impossibly wider with every thrust. “I do,” he panted, his fingers clawing at the earth, his voice raw with pleasure. “It feels so good…fuck, Whis, your cock is…” His words dissolved into a broken cry as Frieza’s next thrust drove Whis even deeper, the dual sensation of being filled and filling someone else overwhelming his senses. Krillin’s thighs trembled, his toes curling into the grass, his entire body alight with the kind of pleasure that bordered on pain. “You cock is better than Frieza’s,” he managed between gasps, “and hers is damn good. Granted, I only had two cocks and a strapon, so I don’t have much to compare it to.”

Whis’ moaned loudly as Frieza’s rhythm grew erratic, her tail tightening around his thigh like a vice. “Ah…Frieza,” he breathed, his celestial composure fraying at the edges, his fingers digging bruises into Krillin’s hips. The angel’s breath hitched, his spine arching as Frieza’s cock pulsed inside him, her climax hitting with brutal force. Whis’ own release followed instantly, his divine seed flooding Krillin’s ass in hot, pulsing waves that left the human shuddering beneath him. Krillin’s own orgasm ripped through him like a thunderclap, his cum splattering across the grass beneath him in erratic streaks, his body convulsing between them like a puppet with its strings cut.

Frieza pulled out with a wet pop, her smirk triumphant as she surveyed the wreckage of Whis’ usually pristine demeanor. The angel’s chest heaved, his lips parted around ragged breaths, his cock still buried deep in Krillin’s trembling body. Whis turned his head lazily, his gaze lingering on the tangled limbs of Beerus and Chi-Chi nearby. The god fucked her with slow, deliberate thrusts, his tail coiled possessively around her waist as he played with her breasts. “I’m beginning to enjoy and appreciate humans and Earth in an all new way,” Whis murmured, his voice thick with post-coital amusement. His fingers traced idle circles on Krillin’s sweat-slicked back, his touch feather-light. “The flavors, the textures…the way your bodies respond to pleasure.” He chuckled, low and melodic. “Far more…expressive than angels.”

Chi-Chi arched beneath Beerus, her fingers digging furrows into the grass as his cock stretched her to the brink. “Harder,” she gasped, her voice raw, her thighs trembling around his hips. “I want…” Her words dissolved into a shattered moan when Beerus obeyed, his thrusts turning brutal, his fingers kneading her breasts hard, but not to bruise. His breath hitched, a low growl rumbling through his chest as her inner walls fluttered around him, her climax crashing through her like a supernova. Beerus’ golden eyes rolled back, his rhythm faltering as her pussy milked him mercilessly, her thighs clamping around him like a vise. “Fuck, Chi-Chi…” His voice was rough with reverence, his cock pulsing inside her as he emptied himself with a groan that bordered on pained. “Your pussy is…tighter than Whis’ ass.”

Chi-Chi chuckled breathlessly as he collapsed atop of her back, his weight pressing her into the grass. “You cock is godly indeed,” she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction, her legs still twitching around him. “Although I still prefer my Goku.” Her smirk was lazy but smug. “True love just makes sex better.” Beerus scoffed, pulling out of her with a huff, his tail flicking against her thigh in mock annoyance. “Sentimental nonsense,” he muttered, though his golden eyes lingered on her with grudging respect.

18 stretched languidly, watching Krillin tremble beneath Whis and Frieza with amusement. “Lord Beerus,” she said suddenly, rolling onto her stomach and propping her chin on one hand. “I’d like to ride you reverse cowgirl style.” Her smirk widened as Beerus’ ears twitched toward her, his gaze sharpening. “That way I can watch my husband fuck Whis while Frieza fucks him.” She licked her lips, her blue eyes glinting with mechanical precision. “I like watching my husband fuck and be fucked by other men.”

Beerus chuckled, his tail flicking lazily against Chi-Chi’s thigh as he considered 18’s request. “So that is your kink, huh?” he mused, his golden eyes narrowing playfully. “I will allow you to watch,” he conceded, his voice rough with amusement, “but you must be on your hands and knees instead.” He gestured to the space beside Chi-Chi. “I prefer asses in the air instead of reverse cowgirl.”

18 smirked, rolling onto her knees with effortless grace, her hips canting upward in silent defiance. “Fine,” she drawled, with fake annoyance. “But I still want to watch.” Her fingers curled into fists, her back arching as Beerus positioned himself behind her, his fingers tracing idle patterns down her spine. She tilted her head just enough to catch sight of Krillin putting his cock in Whis’ blue ass with Frieza behind him. “Good,” she murmured, her breath hitching as Beerus’ cock pressed against her entrance. “Now fuck me while I enjoy the view.”

Beerus’ chuckle was dark, his hands gripping her waist with possessive force as he sheathed himself inside her in one brutal thrust. 18 gasped as her body adjusted to his girth, her fingers digging into the grass beneath her. “You’re tight as the others,” Beerus admitted, his voice rough with surprise, his tail twitching against her thigh as he began moving. “I agree with Whis that I am appreciating humans and Earth in different ways.” His thrusts were measured at first, each one drawing a sharp inhale from 18, her back bowing beneath him.

Krillin’s breath hitched as Frieza’s fingers traced his spine, her thrusts forcing him deeper into Whis’ tight heat with each snap of her hips. The angel’s ass clenched around him in response, drawing a ragged moan from Krillin’s lips as he struggled to maintain rhythm. Whis arched beneath him, his celestial composure shattered into breathless gasps, his fingers clawing at the grass. “Faster,” Whis demanded, his voice uncharacteristically rough, his hips pushing back against Krillin’s thrusts. “Harder. Human cock is as great as it tastes!”

Frieza moaned, her tail coiling possessively around Krillin’s thigh as she drove into him with renewed intensity. “It does indeed,” she purred. “That is the reason Krillin is my favorite switch partner.” Her laughter was dark with satisfaction as Krillin whimpered beneath her, his cock twitching inside Whis with each of Frieza’s punishing thrusts. “Look at him. So eager to please, even when he’s the one being fucked.”

Krillin arched between them, his breath hitching as Whis’ inner muscles clenched around him in deliberate pulses. “I…I can’t…!” His voice cracked as Frieza’s thrusts forced him deeper, his cock throbbing inside Whis with desperate urgency. “Whis…your ass…is the best!” His fingers gripping Whis’ thighs hard, his thighs trembling violently as Frieza’s rhythm turned erratic. “Fuck…I’m gonna…!” The words shattered into a ragged cry as Whis’ ass milked him mercilessly, drawing his climax from him in hot, pulsing waves.

Whis’ breath hitched, his fingers clutching at the grass as Krillin’s release spilled into him in erratic pulses. “Ah…Krillin…” Whis murmured, his voice uncharacteristically rough, his hips pressing back against him. His own climax hit him like a tidal wave, his divine seed splattering across the grass beneath them in pearlescent streaks, his body shuddering with the force of it. His lips parted around ragged breaths as he collapsed forward, his forehead pressing into the earth.

Frieza’s tail lashed wildly as she felt Krillin’s body clench around her cock, his tight heat spasming in time with his climax. “That’s it…take it!” she hissed, her fingers digging into his hips as her own release surged through her. Her thrusts stuttered, then stilled as she buried herself to the hilt, her cock pulsing deep inside Krillin’s ass, filling him with thick, shuddering spurts. Her golden eyes rolled back, her breath catching as she rode out the aftershocks, her tail curling possessively around Whis’ ankle.

Krillin groaned weakly, his forehead pressed into Whis’ shoulder blades, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Fuck…that was…holy shit…” His fingers trembled where they gripped Whis’ thighs, his cock still twitching inside the angel’s ass, his body limp between them. “Whis…your ass…is unreal,” he mumbled his lips brushing against Whis’ sweat-slicked skin. “But…” He hesitated, and then chuckled breathlessly. “While your ass is indeed the best, I still prefer 18’s pussy.”

Beerus, who was still fucking 18 and playing with her breasts, smirked down at her. “You hear that, 18?” His fingers pinched her nipples sharply, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips as his hips snapped forward ruthlessly. “Your husband still prefers you over Whis.” His golden eyes gleamed with amusement as 18’s breath hitched, her thighs trembling around him. “Not that I blame him,” he purred, his tail curling possessively around her waist. “Your pussy is better than Whis’ ass.” His thrusts slowed deliberately, his cock dragging against her walls with torturous friction. “I know you love my big cock with the way you’re moaning.” He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. “But I suppose you still prefer your husband due to true love and all that.”

18 groaned, her fingers digging into the grass beneath her as Beerus’ thrusts sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body. “Yes I do,” she gasped, her voice thick with pleasure, her blue eyes locking onto where Krillin still trembled between Frieza and Whis. “I know he feels the same way.” Her breath hitched as Beerus’ cock throbbed inside her, his girth stretching her impossibly wider with every thrust. “Now cum inside,” she demanded, her voice ragged, her hips pushing back against him desperately. “And let me feel your godly cum.” Her smirk was wicked, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as Beerus growled above her, his rhythm faltering.

Beerus chuckled darkly, his golden eyes narrowing playfully as he gripped her hips tighter. “As you wish,” he purred, his voice rough with barely restrained need. His thrusts turned brutal, his cock swelling inside her with each snap of his hips. “Scream,” he commanded, his tail coiling possessively around her waist, pulling her down onto him with bruising force. 18 arched beneath him, her cry shattering into a moan as he buried himself to the hilt, his release flooding her in hot, pulsing waves that left her shuddering. “Fuck…Beerus…” Her voice was wrecked, her thighs trembling around him as his cum spilled into her she collapsed on the ground. “That was… godly.”

Bulma stretched lazily, watching the aftermath with smug satisfaction as she traced idle circles on Beerus’ thigh. “It was indeed for all of us,” she mused, her smirk widening as she glanced at Goku and Vegeta. She propped herself up on one elbow, her gaze sharpening. “You boys have learned your lesson right?” Her tone was light, but the edge beneath it was unmistakable. “Don’t fuck someone new without your wives.” The Saiyans exchanged sheepish glances before nodding in unison. “We learned our lessons,” Goku admitted, rubbing the back of his neck with a grin that was equal parts bashful and satisfied. Vegeta merely grunted in agreement.

Chi-Chi sighed, rolling her eyes as she gathered her scattered clothes with brisk efficiency. “It is getting late,” she announced, tossing Bulma’s blouse at her with pointed precision. “And time for us to go.” Her fingers lingered on the fabric of her own dress, smoothing out invisible wrinkles before slipping it over her shoulders. Bulma snorted, but didn’t argue, her fingers deftly buttoning her shirt as she rose to her feet. “Fine,” she conceded, though her smirk suggested she’d gotten exactly what she wanted and then some. “But we’re definitely doing this again.”

Krillin groaned as he pulled out of Whis, his legs wobbling like jelly as he staggered upright. “I need…a nap,” he mumbled, his fingers fumbling with his gi. “Or maybe five.” Frieza’s tail flicked lazily against his thigh, her smirk predatory as she watched him struggle. “Oh, don’t worry, Krillin,” she purred. “You’ll recover…just in time for next time.”

Whis stretched like a cat, his celestial limbs gleaming in the fading sunlight, his smile serene despite the grass stains on his knees. “A delightful interlude,” he mused, plucking his staff from where it hovered nearby. His gaze lingered on Krillin’s flushed face. “You have potential, human. Perhaps we’ll explore it further.” Krillin’s ears turned pink, but he did not argue, just grinned sheepishly as he adjusted his belt.

Frieza’s tail flicked dismissively as she stepped into the teleporter’s blue glow, her silhouette sharp against the humming energy field. “Don’t flatter him too much, Whis,” she drawled, one finger tapping her chin. “He’ll start expecting celestial treatment every time.” Her smirk widened as Bulma elbowed past her, muttering about “needing a shower and possibly a stiff drink.” Chi-Chi followed, rolling her shoulders with the satisfaction of a well-fucked warrior, her stride only slightly uneven. The group teleported to Earth leaving the saiyans, Beerus, and Whis alone on Beerus’ Planet.