Should l make Goku and Beerus Gay for each other.
If you don't give me power stone l just might ngl.
Our goal is 700 ps.
If it's not reach. Please don't blame me.
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Queen Ninetails — Yasaka — stood rigid in the marble courtyard, nine golden tails swaying slowly behind her like flames caught in a gentle wind.
Her deep purple and gold gown clung to her curves, the silk shifting with every shallow breath. Her red eyes, sharp and ancient, met Frieza's without flinching, but the faint tremor in her tails betrayed her.
"What if I refuse?" she asked, voice steady but laced with the quiet edge of someone testing a blade.
Frieza smiled.
A beautiful, disarming smile — lips curving just enough to reveal perfect white fangs, eyes half-lidded in mock gentleness.
But his Aura…
It fluctuated — blood-red laced with black veins, pulsing outward in slow, deliberate waves of pure malice. The air around him grew thick, oppressive, pressing against every cat-girl warrior in the courtyard until knees trembled in forced orgasm and rifles wavered.
The malice wasn't loud. It was intimate. Personal. A promise that refusal would not simply be denied — it would be punished in ways that made death feel merciful.
"Take a wild guess," he murmured, voice soft as velvet, smile never faltering.
Yasaka's breath hitched — just once.
She forced a shaky smile of her own, trying to match his composure.
Frieza stepped forward.
One slow, deliberate pace.
Then another.
Invading her personal space until their bodies were mere centimeters apart — close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from him, close enough to smell the faint, intoxicating scent of his ki mixed with the expensive cologne he wore, close enough that the tips of her golden tails brushed against the hem of his wine-red suit.
He tilted his head slightly — red eyes locking onto hers, pupils narrowed to slits.
"This world," he whispered, voice dropping to an intimate murmur that seemed to vibrate directly against her skin, "as I previously mentioned… belongs to me."
His gaze drifted downward — shameless — tracing the swell of her chest beneath the silk, the curve of her hips, the way the gown parted at the thigh.
"I won't just throw it away without a good reason."
He leaned in closer — lips hovering a breath away from hers, so near that every exhale mingled.
"If you won't give me a reason… if you will be good…"
His voice became a low, velvet purr — each word a caress and a threat.
"…then this will also be my home."
Yasaka's body betrayed her.
A rush of heat flooded between her thighs — sudden, overwhelming, her core clenching with raw, primal need.
Her pussy dripped — slick and aching — soaking through the delicate silk of her undergarments in seconds. Her tails quivered uncontrollably, the golden fur standing on end as her instincts screamed.
Hundreds of years ago the plague made all theales members of their society die a painful death.
Not one male had been born since.
Yasaka had lived her whole life without ever feeling the raw, dominating presence of a man up close.
And now…
Frieza stood before her — tall, powerful, radiating masculine energy so potent it felt like a physical touch. His aura pressed against her like a lover's hand sliding up her thigh, teasing, claiming.
It took every ounce of her willpower not to drop to her knees right there.
Not to push him down onto the marble.
Not to tear open that wine-red suit and take his cock deep inside her dripping pussy — riding him until she screamed, until her body shattered around him.
Her breath came in shallow pants — chest heaving, nipples hardening visibly against the silk, thighs pressing together instinctively to hide the slickness running down her inner legs.
Frieza noticed.
Of course he Fucking did.
His smile deepened — slow, knowing, victorious.
He didn't touch her.
He didn't need to.
He simply stood there — close enough to feel her heat, to smell her arousal — and watched her unravel.
The courtyard was silent.
Every cat-girl warrior watched — tails stiff, ears pinned — sensing the shift in their Queen.
Yasaka's voice trembled — barely above a whisper.
"What… do you want from us?"
Frieza leaned in — lips brushing the shell of her ear.
"Everything."
A pause — deliberate, devastating.
"Starting with you."
Yasaka's tails curled — one wrapping unconsciously around his leg, a soft, golden brush against his thigh.
She bit her lip — hard enough to draw blood.
Frieza chuckled — low, dark, intimate.
"Good girl."
The words sent a visible shudder through her entire body.
The Queen of the Nine Tailed Clans — ancient, proud, unbreakable — was dripping wet, trembling, on the verge of surrender.
And Frieza hadn't even touched her.
Yet.
The tension was suffocating.
And he savored every second of it.
Yasaka's golden tails lashed once — violent, uncontrolled — as she clenched her fists so hard her claws drew blood, crimson droplets falling to the marble in soft, accusing patters.
She took a single, deliberate step back from Frieza, her aura exploding outward in a radiant golden storm, nine tails flaring wide like solar wings, the air around her crackling with raw, desperate power.
Her voice trembled — shaky, defiant, barely holding together.
"Our world… will not submit to someone weaker than us."
The words were brave.
They were also a mistake.
Frieza's smile widened.
Slowly.
Unnaturally.
The curve of his lips stretched beyond anything biologically possible — too wide, too sharp, a grotesque caricature of delight that made every cat-girl warrior in the courtyard flinch, tails curling tight, ears flattening in primal terror.
Their body loss control as they fell to the floor unable to stand straight.
The smile wasn't charming.
It was wrong.
And yet…
Yasaka's body betrayed her again.
Her pussy clenched — a sudden, shameful spasm — fresh juices leaking down her inner thighs, soaking through the delicate silk of her undergarments until they glistened visibly beneath the gown's high slit.
Her breath hitched. Her nipples hardened painfully against the fabric. Her thighs trembled, pressing together instinctively as heat flooded her core, instinct screaming for something her mind refused to name.
Before she could move — before she could summon the will to strike —
Frieza vanished.
A flicker of red light.
He reappeared behind her — so close his chest brushed her back, his presence enveloping her like a second skin.
His hips pressed forward.
And Yasaka froze.
His cock — limp, heavy, impossibly thick even soft — nestled snugly between the perfect, rounded cheeks of her ass, the fabric of his trousers and her gown the only barriers between them.
The contact sent a shockwave down her spine — electric, overwhelming — her tails snapping rigid, fur standing on end.
She gasped — soft, involuntary, a sound that was half moan, half whimper.
Frieza leaned in — lips brushing the sensitive shell of her ear, breath warm and deliberate.
"You have a magnificent ass, Yasaka," he whispered, voice low, velvet-smooth, dripping with dark honey. "Full… soft… made to be worshipped."
His hips shifted — just enough — letting her feel the weight, the heat, the promise of what lay beneath the fabric.
"And these hips…yum" His hands ghosted over them — not touching, but close enough that she could feel the warmth of his palms hovering. "…wide, perfect, built for breeding."
The word rolled off his tongue like sin — intimate, possessive, seductive — each syllable stroking her nerves, making her thighs tremble harder.
"Imagine them spread beneath me," he murmured, lips grazing her ear. "Your body yielding… taking every inch… carrying my seed."
Yasaka's breath came in shallow, ragged pants — chest heaving, nipples aching, pussy dripping freely now, a slick trail running down her leg.
She wanted to push him away. Kill him smear that fucked up smile across his face.
Yet.
She wanted to shove him to the marble and ride him until she screamed.
Her body screamed for it.
Her mind clawed for control.
Frieza's smile brushed her skin — soft, wicked.
"Now, We could do it the easy way" he whispered, "Or the Hard Fucking way"
He stepped back — just enough.
Leaving her trembling, soaked, tails quivering, aura flickering wildly.
The courtyard watched in stunned silence.
The Queen — proud,stood on the edge of surrender.
And Frieza…
Wanted nothing more then to fuck her.
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Get blue balled mf.(Jk)
If you want the next chapter which is full on r18.
Make sure this fic reaches 700 ps.
And if this fic reaches 800 l will do a threesome 😏.