Moon Game #6:  Bra and Ubuu

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Ubuu was digging around looking for the materials he would need for his game that night when he felt Bra behind him. He turned around and saw her just watching him. He raised an eyebrow and asked if he could help her. She just smiled and walked to him and gave him a kiss and said she was enjoying the view was all. He grinned and gave her a kiss in return and said he needed to go back to finding all the stuff he needed for their game that night. Although Ubuu wasn't a Saiyan Bra was and they had bonded just as if he had been Saiyan and although the games didn't hold as much meaning for him as they did for her they were still important and he enjoyed them since Bra was damn near his equal and whenever the game envolved sparring they would be exhausted before they got to "the good part" as her brother had once referred to it when he had explained to Ubuu what the games were all about.

He remembered their first game. She had given him tranks in his food so he wasn't as fast as she had been and hey had sparred. She eventually won and had pinned him to wall. She had teased him with her tongue and hands until he had growled and forced her to the ground. She had accepted him with open arms and had taken everything he could give. Then she had rolled them over and had slid onto him once more, going slow and gentle. They had crested once more and she had fallen asleep in his arms. He grinned at the recollection and went back to finding his supplies.

Finally he had gathered everything and layed it in a pile. Bra was ididly watching some tv waiting for him to be finished. They rarely ate before a game, they both agreed it made them sluggish and if they weren't fully aware, then the game didn't go as well. She looked up and saw him. She smiled when he motioned her to follow him.

"So...What's the game?" she asked him. He smiled but said nothing. He led her to where he had to packs ready and waiting. He tossed one to her and motioned her to follow but not saying anything. She wondered why all the secrecy but complied and flew after him. He led he on a 10 minute flight, which was quite a distance considering how fast they flew. They landed on an island she vaguely recognized as being where he went for deep meditation.

She wondered what the game was but he wasn't telling, at least not yet. They landed and began walking. She walked next to him, neither talking. Finally they came to an area with moss on the ground and a stream nearby. He set down his pack gently and she followed suit. He began taking out several containers and she realized with some excitement they were body paints. Fianlly the packs were emptied and he walked to her until they were directly in front of each other. They stood looking into each other's eyes for a moment before he drew he back with him and he told her the game. "Decoration"

She smiled. They had played this game before. It wasn't a necessarily rough game like several of the sparring games but this was more of an intense game where each mark made on the other's body with the paint marked them as symbolically belonging to the other, and allowing themselves to be marked they were showing they wished to.

They faced each other and began stripping the other of their clothes. When they were nude they knelt simultaneously, the bond in their minds and hearts opening with each moment. They stayed kneeling for a moment sychronizing their breathing and their heartbeats. They could feel what the other was thinking and no words were spoken. He reached down and grabbed a container of body paint and she followed suit. He scooped some onto his hand and began drawing intricate lines over her face.

She remaned still as he spread paint over her cheek bones and down her neck and over chin. She remained unmoving until he had finished. Then she began applying paint to him. She traced her fingers down his cheek in the imitaion of the pattern he had applied to her. She ran her fingers down over his strong jaw to his neck and then back up over his chin. She then scooped up some more and traced over his collarbone down his large, heavily muscled chest and stopped.

He followed suit tracing over her own collarbone then down to her breasts where he circled his large hands massaging them momentarily. Then he got more paint ad continued from her breasts in intricated circling patterns down her stomach. Then he stopped and waited for her next move. Each was copying the last move the other made then adding one move to it. She got more paint and continued on, circling around his pecs and then down his stomach and onto his thighs.

He circled down her legs to her feet. She circled up the back of his legs to his buttocks. He circled from her buttocks on around to her flower and paused. Both were breathing heavier now. Then he spread her thighs apart, and ran a finger up her slit. She inhaled sharply at the sensations and moaned softly. He smiled and continued to stroke her until she pushed his hand away gently saying it was her turn. She smoothed her hand over his length smiling when he inhaled sharply and gritted his teeth. She raked her finger over him and reached down lower to fondle his testicles.

He growled and pushed her back. She smiled knowing she had pushed him to the limit and now the "fun part" was beginning. He smoothed his hands over her breasts, kneeding and massaging them while his thumbs teased her nipples. he continued down to pleasure her once more, two fingers sliding in and out while his thumb teased her into even greater pleasure. She growled and pulled him to her for a kiss which he eagerly complied with, their tongues meshing forcefully with the intensity of their feelings. Finally he pushed he back onto the moss and paused for a moment above her to take in the sight of his mate, now, colorful like an exotic bird waiting for him. Then she grabbed him and pulled him to her.

He entered her in one smooth motion and she cried out with the pleasure it caused. He began moving in her, his moans matching hers as they became linked in mind and body, their souls entertwining. Her legs wrapped around him of their own accord pulling him to her even more. He began pumping at a quicker pace. Finally they climaxed simulataneously, and when they did she clamped down on his neck and he did the same. He knew the biting was a form of affection and strengthening the bonding but the first time she had done it he had thought she had gone mad. Then she had him bite her and it was like something in him burst.

They went to the stream nearby and bathed, washing the paint off. Then they packed up the bags and put their clothes back on. When they got back they got a meal and went to bed. Her tail around him, his arms encircling her waist holding her against his rock hard body.