Frieza guided Miruko through the doorway with a hand resting lightly at the small of her back, his touch firm but not forceful. The chamber doors slid shut behind them with a soft, final hiss, sealing the world outside.
The room was low-lit, warm amber light spilling from recessed fixtures, casting long shadows across the wide bed draped in black silk. Frieza didn't rush. He turned her gently to face him, one hand lifting to cup her cheek while the other rose slowly toward her long white rabbit ears.
Miruko's breath caught.
Her red eyes—vivid, almost luminous—locked onto his, wide and searching. She didn't pull away.
Frieza's fingers brushed the soft fur at the base of one ear, then traced upward in a slow, reverent stroke. The ear twitched under his touch, then relaxed, leaning into his palm like it had waited centuries for exactly this contact.
Miruko's lips parted on a shaky exhale.
"In my clan…" she whispered, voice trembling, "…only a mate is allowed to touch our ears. They're… sensitive. Very sensitive."
Frieza's thumb stroked the inner edge of her ear—soft, deliberate—watching her pupils dilate, watching her knees waver.
"Then consider this a claim," he murmured, voice low and velvet-dark.
He leaned in closer, red eyes never leaving hers, drinking in every flicker of emotion that crossed her face: fear, want, surrender, awe.
His other hand slid down her back, fingers splaying wide across the perfect curve of her ass. He squeezed once—gentle but possessive—then let his palm roam, tracing the shape, feeling the plush give of her flesh beneath the thin dress.
Miruko whimpered softly.
Frieza's fingers drifted lower, brushing the base of her fluffy white tail.
The moment he touched it—lightly, almost teasingly—Miruko's entire body jolted.
Her eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering, mouth falling open in a silent, overwhelmed gasp. Her face shifted into something raw and helpless—a perfect ahegao expression: tongue peeking past her lips, cheeks flushed crimson, pupils blown wide, lost completely in the sensation.
~ "H-haa…!"
Frieza's smile was small, satisfied.
He lifted her effortlessly—bridal style—one arm under her knees, the other cradling her back. She clung to him instinctively, face buried against his neck, trembling.
He carried her to the bed and laid her down gently, silk sheets whispering beneath her.
Frizea paused above her, the air between them thick with heat and tension.
Miruko lay sprawled on the silk sheets, legs parted, chest rising and falling rapidly, her white hair fanned out like a halo, red eyes half-lidded and glassy with need. Her pussy glistened, swollen and dripping, thighs trembling from the earlier teasing.
He looked down at her—really looked—and felt the raw, terrifying strength coiled in every muscle. Onecareless thrust would shatter her pelvis, tear her apart, kill her instantly.
She was fragile compared to him now. Deliciously, dangerously fragile.
Frieza exhaled slowly, then placed his palm flat against his own chest.
A faint black glyph flared beneath his skin—temporary, self-imposed. He channeled a fragment of his ki inward, sealing away the overwhelming physical power that made him capable of pulverizing planets with a flick of his finger.
The seal locked tight, restricting his strength to something still far beyond mortal limits but safe enough for her body to endure.
And could be undone before a millisecond.
The change was immediate. His muscles relaxed slightly, the air around him lost some of its crushing weight.
Miruko felt it too—her breath hitched, eyes widening as the oppressive pressure eased.
Miruko whimpered, hips lifting instinctively.
Miruko sprawled across the black fabric—legs parted slightly, dress riding high on her thighs, chest rising and falling rapidly, red eyes glassy and pleading.
Frieza paused above her, the air between them thick with heat and tension.
He leaned down slowly, lips brushing hers in a kiss that started soft, almost careful—then deepened, claiming, tongue sliding against hers with possessive hunger.
"Now," he murmured, voice low and dark, "I can fuck you properly."
Miruko moaned into his mouth—soft, needy—her hands clutching at his shoulders.
When he pulled back, his voice was low, dark, intimate.
"You're mine now."
She nodded—shivering, breathless.
"Yes… Daddy."
Frieza's eyes darkened with satisfaction and surprised.
Although no one had ever called Frieza that... He couldn't help but love it.
He reached for the straps of her dress—sliding them down her shoulders, letting the fabric fall away completely.
Miruko lay bare beneath him—curves flushed, nipples hard, pussy already glistening, thighs trembling.
Frieza's gaze raked over her—slow, appreciative.
"Perfect," he murmured.
He lowered himself—kissing a slow path down her throat, across her collarbone, then to her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth—sucking gently, then harder—tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to make her arch.
~ "Ahh~!"
His hand slid between her thighs—fingers brushing her slick folds, circling her clit once, twice—teasing.
Miruko's hips bucked.
~ "Please—!"
Frieza lifted his head—red eyes meeting hers.
"Beg properly."
Miruko's voice broke—raw, desperate.
"Please… fuck me… fill me… I need you inside me… Daddy…"
Frieza's smile was slow—dangerous—triumphant.
He aligned himself—thick head nudging her entrance.
Then pushed in—slowly, steadily—stretching her open inch by inch.
Miruko's back arched, a long, shuddering moan tearing from her throat.
~ "Ohhh—! So big—!"
Frieza kept going—controlled, careful—until he was buried to the hilt.
Miruko's legs wrapped around his waist instantly, heels digging into his lower back, pulling him deeper.
~ "Yes—! Fill me—!"
He stayed still for a moment—letting her adjust, letting her feel every thick pulse inside her.
Then he moved.
Long, deep strokes—pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, slow enough to make her feel every ridge, every vein.
The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the room—obscene, rhythmic.
Miruko's hands clawed at his back—nails digging in.
~ "Harder—please—!"
Frieza's pace quickened—still restrained, but now deliberate, powerful. Each thrust drove into her g-spot with precision, making her scream.
~ "There—! Right there—! Ahh~!"
Her pussy clenched around him—slick gushing with every withdrawal, soaking his balls and the sheets beneath them.
He leaned down—lips finding her neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin.
"You take me so well," he growled against her throat. "So tight… so wet… made for this."
Miruko sobbed—pleasure overwhelming her.
~ "Yes—! For you—! Only for you—!"
Frieza's hand slid between them—thumb finding her clit, circling firmly.
She shattered.
~ "AAAAHHH—! CUMMING—!"
Her pussy spasmed violently—walls milking him, juices squirting against his pelvis in hot bursts.
Frieza didn't slow.
He fucked her through it—deep, steady—prolonging her orgasm until she was shaking, sobbing, begging incoherently.
~ "Too much—! Too good—! Frieza—!"
He kissed her then—deep, claiming—swallowing her cries as he kept thrusting.
When her body finally stilled—trembling, spent—he pulled out slowly, cock glistening with her release.
Miruko whimpered at the loss—pussy clenching on nothing, gaping slightly.
Frieza flipped her over gently—onto her stomach—then lifted her hips.
"Again," he said simply.
He entered her from behind—slow at first, then deeper, harder.
Miruko screamed into the pillow—ass jiggling with every thrust, tails thrashing.
~ "Yes—! Fuck me—! Breed me—!"
Frieza's hand gripped her hip—thumb pressing into the soft flesh.
"You want that?" he growled. "Want me to fill you until you're dripping for days?"
~ "Yes—! Please—! Fill me—!"
He slammed forward—once, twice—then buried himself deep and came.
Thick, hot ropes flooded her—spurt after spurt—until it overflowed, leaking down her thighs.
Miruko moaned long and low—body shaking with aftershocks.
~ "So full… so warm…"
Frieza stayed inside her—letting her feel every pulse—then slowly pulled out.
Cum gushed from her—thick, white, obscene.
He leaned down—kissing the back of her neck.
"Good girl."
Miruko collapsed forward—panting, trembling, utterly spent.
Frieza lay beside her—pulling her against his chest, one arm draped possessively over her waist.
She nuzzled into him—soft, submissive.
"Thank you…" she whispered.
Frieza's fingers traced lazy circles on her hip.
"Rest,for now" he said quietly.
"We're not done yet."
Miruko shivered—already anticipating.
The night was still young.
And Frieza had about three days left.
He intended to use every second.