Ashe writhed in his arms as those strong hands moved over her body. The tug on her hair, his mouth still at her breast... it was too much. She wasn't Ashe anymore, wasn't the dignified princess who ruled her people - she was just a woman in desperate need, and Gohan was exactly the man who could give her what she needed.

Her hips rocked insistently against that shaft, smearing his length with her arousal; she'd never known she could get so wet so quickly. Every inch of her body was aching for him. She cried out when he finally thrust into her, the heated walls of her sex tight around him as he slid inside. There were words in the cry, vulgar words that would have been shocking for a princess to know, much less use - words that she demanded he apply to her at once.