Woo! Finally, an update! For those of you that don't subscribe, I have a new series of smutty Nappami oneshots up and two new oneshots that are about ready to be posted. And for those that don't know it yet, I'm taking commissions—my new story Acquiesce is an example of one! Also, updates from AnaFrost are up for Crowning Curse and HHMB; I WILL be continuing the prequel to Crowning Curse—Forbidden Fruit—and I will probably also be writing a Nappami oneshot for HHMB that will sort-of kind of be AU to her story, but will still be a lot of fun! For those of you familiar with Team Four Star's DBZ Abridged, think "Producer Nappa," brought back by the dragon balls, but laying low so Vegeta and them don't kick his ass. 8D

"Sorry, Nappa," Ami apologized softly when she entered the room and immediately pulled out a tape measure. "I promise I won't be long; I know you hate this table. But I'm really grateful for all of your cooperation lately," she added with a smile.

The moment she'd signaled by closing and opening the manacles, Nappa had immediately gone right to it and had laid down without argument, giving her a long, indescribable look through the glass. Clearly he still felt bad about scaring her off when he'd reached through the glass. Even though it had been days ago, she still hadn't dared to lift the glass high enough for him to reach through again, even though he'd been perfectly obedient whenever she'd asked something of him.

He was obviously trying to regain her trust.

"You won't regret holding still, I'm almost done with my little surprise," she added conversationally as she measured his arms and legs for the millionth time that week, including the width at several places. Then came the measurement of his massive chest, then his neck, but when she eyed his groin she sputtered. "I know I need to measure for the sake of the way the cloth will lay, but… nope. Not doing it. I'll go off of my calculations from the photos I've taken," she decided quickly, blushing brightly at the thought of exactly how large she'd estimated his penis to be. "That's a lot of extra cloth in the crotch to compensate for morning wood."

Apparently Nappa had guessed a little something about what was embarrassing her, and she lightly smacked his arm when he grinned up at her and laughed. "It's not funny!"

"K'sha'or?" He purred with a waggle of his eyebrows.

"No to whatever you're saying," Ami replied with a roll of her eyes. "I'll be back in a few minutes once I finish up with the sewing machine. Computer, open the door, please." She stepped out then and once the door was closed behind her, she ordered the computer to release Nappa's restraints, then made tracks for her room.

The clothes she'd made for him were nearly finished anyway, so a few adjustments took only a handful of minutes, and she beamed proudly as she tried not to rush back to the door of her captive's cell. "Look!" She called through the food slot. "See if they fit, Nappa, I'll fix them if you need me to!"

Backing away from the door, Ami smiled as he examined her offering, his lips twitching up radiantly. "Well, try them on!"

"M'yo!? Ah-Mee, iz mine?"

"Yes, Nappa, they're for you. I figured it was time you changed out of those high-waters and finally got to wear a shirt. I couldn't find any shoes, though, sorry. I hope the socks I knitted are alright." In fact, the socks were the very first thing he noticed, but when he put them on his hands, she burst into a fit of giggles. "No, they're for your feet, Nappa!" Ami laughed, pressing against the door, her fear of him momentarily forgotten as she pointed at his toes.

His eyes lighting up in understanding, Nappa first shucked off his trousers and set them on the table, then sat down and put on the socks, staring at his feet as he wiggled his toes in them. "Iz goot, Ah-Mee m'yo. D'in m'yo!"

"You're very welcome," she replied with a blush, trying her very best not to get caught admiring his assets when he bent forward and began to poke at the yarn between his toes. Clearly, he'd never seen socks before. After a few minutes of patiently letting him play with the new garments, Ami pointed at the pants, her face impossibly red due to his nudity. "Um… did you want to put the pants on?"

"Oh. Sorree, Ah-Mee," Nappa chuckled, grinning up at her. "Vat dis?" He asked, pointing to his feet.

"Socks."

"Oh. Sucks. Goot. Goot sucks, tank joo."

Laughing so hard that she lost her balance and slid to the floor, Ami shook her head. "Not sucks, Nappa! Socks! Sooocks!"

"Oh. Vat sucks, Ah-Mee?" He asked curiously, obviously intrigued by her laughter. Apparently the word he had used was funny?

"Oh dear gods… um…" She blushed head to toe as she tried to think of a way to demonstrate or explain the word, and finally stuck the tip of a finger in her mouth and sucked it in. "Sucks," she said with a shy little shrug once she'd released the digit.

And of course, Nappa was grinning from ear to ear and looking down at his groin. Oh yeah, he definitely understood why she'd been rolling on the floor over his pronunciation. "Ah-Mee, joo sucks?" He asked with a waggle of his eyebrows.

"Pervert! I'd smack you if not for the glass between us!" She sputtered as her face turned bright red. "Put your pants on! Besides… my mouth's not that big, anyway!"

"I sucks joo, Ah-Mee m'yo?" He purred from the other side of the transparent door, suddenly quite serious, licking his lips at the mere thought of kneeling at her feet and making her come on his tongue.

Her face couldn't have possibly gotten any redder at that, and the little doctor ignored the flutter in her stomach when she gaped up at him in shock at his vulgarity, her eyes locked with his.

"Jesh?" He persisted earnestly when she just continued to stare. "Joo vant me sucks joo, Ah-Mee?" Nappa couldn't help but wonder and hope that she was going to say yes since she still hadn't answered, and he stepped up to the door, maintaining eye contact with her as the images in his head made his cock eagerly rise. "Ah-Mee. I vant sucks joo," he breathed hoarsely. "Big vant." Noting the way her eyes were following the path of his tongue as he licked his lips in anticipation, Nappa beckoned to her, his purr rolling seductively.

It was that simple gesture that broke Ami out of her trance and finally drew a strangled response from her.

"No!" She denied, pushing the picture out of her head where he was kneeling in front of her and sucking her folds into his mouth. Gods, if that wasn't quite the tempting thought! After all, he was an amazing specimen of a man! "Um… I mean no," she added a bit more calmly. "Just put your pants on, Nappa, so I can see if they fit?"

Still grinning, he gave her a little wink as he held up one of the garments she'd passed through the slot. "Panz?"

"No, that's the shirt," she muttered, still red-faced. Had he been serious? Did he really want to… do that!? To her!? The fact that he was bearing a very generous erection told her that yes, he did, and then he'd probably want to do a lot more than that once he'd finished her off.

"Shit?"

It never failed to make her giggle whenever one of them uttered that inside joke, and Ami laughed despite herself when he gave her a boyish grin and he tugged the item over his head. "Now put on the pants!" She cackled when he stood. "You look funny with that thing flying around, wearing only socks and a shirt!" Never mind that 'that thing' showed no signs of deflating anytime soon, and the sight of it was downright tempting. Does he really want to do that to me? She found herself wondering yet again with interest. What would it feel like to let him put his mouth on me? Ami could feel herself blushing, and apparently she was staring again, because that low, rolling purr of seduction had started up once more and Nappa was licking his lips as he simply gazed at her, his desire for her plain and clear. "Go on, get dressed!" She managed in a strangled voice, waving at the pants. Please get dressed before I do or say something incredibly stupid!

"Panz," he grunted once they were on, holding still for her approval, nodding when she seemed pleased with the fit. "Goot, Ah-Mee?"

Clearing her throat, she gave him a little nod. "Well, I can see that there's enough room in the crotch, at least," she remarked hoarsely.

Stifling a snicker, Nappa dared to press against the glass door and looked down at her tenderly. "Ah-Mee. My panz. My shiiiirt. Joo…?" He paused a moment, clearly trying to think of the right word, but he finally just pointed at her hands and made knitting motions with his fingers.

"Make?" Ami supplied. "Did I make your pants and shirt and socks?"

"Jesh, Ah-Mee. Joo make?"

"Yeah, of course," she answered, suddenly feeling very shy. "It's not like anyone expected an eight foot tall warrior with your build to crash land, so I had to find some cloth and sew them."

"Ah-Mee m'yo?"

His tone made her dare to glance up, and in his eyes she found not only desire, but gratitude… and maybe a little something more. No, I'm seeing things. He might want me physically because he's been without a woman in gods only know how long, but that's probably it. Hell, I haven't even had a marriage proposal in decades, let alone a simple request for a date! No one wants the little scientist queen who stays holed up in the lab for days on end.

He was beckoning to her again, and it broke her out of her self-concious thoughts, but only for her to shake her head. "I'm not opening the door, Nappa. Sorry," she added softly, "but I just… I can't. Sorry."

"No, Ah-Mee," he sighed patiently. "Joo come," he said, pointing at the ground in front of the door. "Come," he repeated gently, waving her over.

The double meaning of the word made Ami shiver, and she couldn't help but have a fleeting fantasy of hearing him whispering that word in her ear as his hands wandered her and she pressed against that magnificent body of his. "Ok," she managed hoarsely as she picked herself up and stood just short of pressing to the glass as he was.

The little doctor was surprised to see his hand come up and simply move briefly in front of her face, almost as if he was imagining caressing her face, but then it came to rest on the glass. "D'in m'yo, Ah-Mee. Tank joo. My panz. Shirt. Soooocks. Iz goot. Joo goot sh. Joo goot k'sha. Sorree I bad k'sha. Mah'ni, Ah-Mee."

Whatever he was apologizing for seemed to be quite serious, so Ami just gave him a gentle smile, and after a moment of hesitation, she pressed her own hand to the glass, marveling for a second over how his practically dwarfed hers. His loud, sudden purr startled her for an instant, but rather than running, she just blinked up at him in surprise. "Nappa?"

"Ah-Mee m'yo," he sighed in what sounded like contentment to her ears, his lips twitching up in a peaceful smile.

Feeling more than a little anxious and tempted to open the door for the tenth time, Ami wisely backed away, giving him a shaky little smile of her own. "I'll um… bring your food, Nappa," she offered quickly before scurrying away.

"Ah-Mee m'yo?"

The slightly heartbroken tone to his voice stopped her, and Ami turned, only to feel a wash of guilt run through her at the sight of him caged up like an animal. Damn it, I know he won't hurt me… but I know if I let him out I'll have some sort of post traumatic flashback and I'll be terrified of him anyway. I need to figure out how to get over my fear so that I can let him out. "I'm coming back," she assured him softly. "I'm going to eat supper with you before bedtime."

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Towards the end of their dinner, Ami eyed the transparent glass between them for the millionth time and tried to still the trembling in her hands as she finished her meal and moved on to her dessert. "I can do this," she breathed to herself, shutting her eyes tightly, unaware of the worry mixing in with the look of adoration that Nappa had been giving her for nearly five minutes. "Computer," she choked out. "O—open… open…"

Shaking from head to toe, Ami let out a sob of frustration and shoved her tray to the side, resting her face in her hands. "Why can't I say it!?" She whimpered heatedly at herself. "I know you're no danger to me, but every time I try to say it, I can't get the words out! Why am I still so afraid of you!?"

Filled with worry at the sight of her outburst, Nappa rested his hands on the glass and nearly broke it from his sudden urge to hold her and protect her from whatever it was that she was afraid of, but he had a sneaking suspicion that it was him that she was terrified of. "Ah-Mee?" He asked gently, tapping lightly on the glass to get her attention. "Ah-Mee m'yo, buh'tir. F'ri shi'or."

"I want to let you out," Ami whispered, wiping at her face. "You shouldn't be stuck living in a cage, but… but I can't say the words. I'm so sorry, Nappa."

"No, Ah-Mee. No sorree. Joo…" Sitting back down in his chair, Nappa sighed heavily and scratched at his bald head as he tried to think of a way to say it. Judging by her previous gestures towards the door, she'd been trying to release him, but couldn't speak the words because of the trauma he had caused her. "I sorree, r'sha m'yo. I… I herd joo." And she was still hurt—it was obvious, even though he could no longer see any marks to prove it. "I bad," he added mournfully, wishing to the gods that there was some way he could truly speak with her.

"No, Nappa, you're not bad," Ami sighed, pressing her hand to the glass where his already laid. "I just have PTSD… and the irony of it is that I don't think you even remember doing it."

"Ah-Mee?"

"Yeah?" She replied wearily, only to jump back when his hand slid down to the one-inch gap and he dared to put his huge fingers beneath the glass, pushing through to the other side until he was stopped by the thickness of his knuckles. The hint of fear in his eyes told her that he half-expected her to give the order to close the observation window, which would sever the digits, but Ami surprised both of them by stopping herself from giving the order.

She couldn't hurt him. As much as she apparently feared him, she also cared enough about him not to harm him, and even her PTSD couldn't override that. Maybe… just maybe… "D—don't m—move," Ami breathed as she forced herself back towards the counter, her feet feeling like they weighed a million pounds as she slid them forward one step at a time, her entire body visibly shaking at the knowledge of what she was about to try.

Eyes locked with hers, Nappa gave her an encouraging smile and did as he was told, holding perfectly still for her. "I no moof, Ah-Mee. J'ha nava m'yo. No herd joo."

Reaching out—her body wouldn't let her come any closer than arm's length without making her feel like she was going to pass out—Ami brushed her fingertips over his, her stomach jumping and fluttering at the contact as he held her gaze.

"Good, Ah-Mee," Nappa praised. "Moar?"

Her heart pounding from the effort of sliding towards him, Ami stopped after two more steps and held her breath, her head swimming the moment she laid her fingers on top of his. "I… I did it," she panted. "I'm touching you." Sure, he was confined and could do her no harm as he was, but the point was being able to touch him without him being fully restrained to a steel table. And she was doing it. "Give me a moment," Ami breathed as her heart slowed, coming the rest of the way to reclaim her seat, her lips twitching up slightly at the sound of a happy purr emanating from the other side of the glass.

It took a couple of minutes, but Ami managed to steel herself for the next part, keeping her hand where it was despite how hard she'd begun to shake again. "Computer," she breathed. "R—raise glass… f—five … in—inches."

"Ah-Mee," Nappa gasped in surprise when the glass suddenly lifted far enough for him to put his hand through up to his elbow. The Saiyan general didn't move, though; he was true to his word and held perfectly still for her, waiting to see what she would do next. The sensation of her little hand covering his made him shiver with pleasure, and never before in his life had something as minimal as touching a woman filled him with so much emotion. "Ah-Mee," he whispered, his pride for her showing in his eyes as he smiled.

She was obviously having a difficult time with just that little bit of contact, so Nappa was stunned when she looked him in the eye determinedly and suddenly flipped his hand palm side up and she grasped it lightly, tugging it through to her side of the glass. But he still didn't move, beyond thrilled that she was touching him and more than content to let her continue. "Joo goot, Ah-Mee?" He inquired when she suddenly closed her eyes and fought to breathe.

"Y—you…"

Apparently she was about to give the computer another order?

"Can m—move."

Nappa felt his heart stop at that and looked her in the eye for confirmation when she cracked hers open, the little hand nestled in his trembling as she clearly fought not to remove it. "No herd joo, Ah-Mee," he whispered in a mixture of awe and trepidation. She knew that, right? Did she truly know that he wouldn't hurt her?

Ami didn't have a clue how to convey her level of gratitude when he still didn't move his hand, but that lack of motion gave her time to calm her pounding heart and ease the tremors of terror running through her from head to toe. It took several minutes to do so, but Nappa was the picture of patience as he waited, watching her carefully for any signs that he should withdraw from her. "Ah-Mee. Joo goot?" He finally asked after what felt like an eternity of waiting, his muscles aching from sitting so perfectly still for so long.

"Yes, Nappa, I think I'm good," Ami sighed, only to flinch when she felt his other hand cover hers, sandwiching it between both of his massive paws. "It's ok," she added quickly when she felt and saw his hand jerk back a little. "Really, I think I might be ok with this, I'm not having any flashbacks or anything, and I think I would have had one by now if it was going to happen."

The tiny, reassuring smile tugging at her lips made Nappa beam at her happily through the glass, and he dared to move the hand at the top of the sandwich, stroking his fingertips lightly over the back of her hand, easing her through the glass until her hand was on his side. "No herd joo, Ah-Mee," he whispered as he bent his head, lifting her fingers to his lips, where he placed a brief kiss on her knuckles.

Ami shivered at that, but it wasn't a flinch, and her face was beet red when Nappa looked briefly back up at her before pressing another kiss over the first one, his purr rolling soothingly through both of the rooms. "I know you won't hurt me," she breathed as she inhaled through her nose and out through her mouth, trying to calm her racing heart. Whether it was racing from the fact that she was touching him, or from the series of kisses that he was now laying in a trail to her wrist was beyond her, but those deep, steady breaths were helping to relax her, along with a wonderful scent that was gradually filling the air. Is that just his natural scent…? Is smells like him, but it's magnified somehow, she thought as the delicious aroma had her sagging in her seat, reminding her of a cross between peppermint schnapps and pine mulch. It was both warm and cool at the same time, but the queen of Mercury found herself loving the smell and wondering simultaneously just why her inner thighs were aching… but in a good way.

Maybe it had something to do with his purr, which was as hypnotizing to her ears as it was soothing. Or maybe it was the feeling of his tongue swiping briefly over her radial artery, followed by a light graze from his teeth, then another lazy, open-mouthed kiss. Or maybe—"W—wait—what are you doing?" Ami asked dazedly, her tone only mildly surprised as her eyes fluttered open to find him gazing up at her adoringly, his pupils completely blown from arousal. Dear Mercury, he's horny, she mentally squeaked, her facing turning crimson. Oh gods, and so am I! She comprehended as she recognized the ache between her thighs for what it truly was.

"Me vant joo, Ah-Mee," Nappa confessed as if she didn't know it already, dipping his mouth to her wrist once more to suck briefly at the pulse. "Heh… me sucks joo," he chuckled absently before dragging the tip of his tongue over the little red mark he'd left, then down to a finger to suckle the tip, his tongue curling briefly around it.

"N—Nappa… I… no more, ok?" She insisted breathlessly, only to stare at him in surprise when he immediately complied and released her. "Thanks," she said shakily as she fought down a wave of disappointment from the lack of the contact, positive that if she simply stuck her hand through the window again, he would continue until she was a squirming puddle of arousal. The thought was beyond tempting, but her shyness stopped her from doing so, and she managed a quick point to the clock. "It's um… it's getting late."

"Bed, Ah-Mee?" Nappa inquired as he continued to purr for her, sighing in disappointment when she gave a soft order for the window to close and she nodded. "Joo come my bed?" He added hopefully, reminding her that he definitely wanted her, refusing to give her the slightest chance to convince herself that she was imagining things. Seeing her eyes widen and her cheeks flush brighter at the statement, Nappa couldn't help but chuckle and shook his head slightly. "No, Ah-Mee. Joo m'kor my bed. No sucks. M'kor. No sucks," he repeated gently, wishing he had better command of her language in order to convince her.

Dear gods, please, he prayed silently. Please let her say yes. I swear I'll only hold her and nothing more.

Ami actually hesitated to answer, surprising herself by the lack of an immediate 'no' to the request, her heart fluttering as their eyes met and she imagined what it would be like to let him snuggle up to her without any fear of him. But the fact remained that she would probably not react well to more than just touching, and she knew that. To do more might only set her back, and that was the last thing she wanted. "No," she sighed. "I'm sorry, Nappa. I'll… I don't know, ok? It would probably be wise to work me up to more contact gradually."

"Jesh, Ah-Mee my," he sighed in understanding, getting the gist of what she meant through her body language. She was interested, she'd considered his offer, but she was refusing because she was worried about how she would handle being touched too much. "Joo goot m'kor. Seep."

"You too," she sighed, somehow producing a smile to let him know she wasn't upset with him. "Good night, Nappa."

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The first thing Ami noticed upon entering Nappa's room was the fact that he wasn't properly restrained. He was restrained, yes—but rather than lying upon the exam table, he was sitting on the floor at the head of it, his arms above his head and manacled in place, rendering him only partially helpless. "Nappa, why in the—"

"I vant sucks joo, Ah-Mee," he answered before she could finish her question. "Vant joo trust me. Come here. I no touch you. Oh-nee kiss. Suck. Taste. I promiss, Ah-Mee."

Covering her eyes in embarrassment, Ami backed up to the door, but when she peeked through her fingers at him, she found Nappa just gazing up at her with nothing but desire for her in his eyes, his erection straining against the cloth of the pants she'd made him.

Somehow turning even redder than she already was, Ami hid her face again in some kind of vain hope that she'd wake up and find it all to be a horrifically mortifying and arousing dream, but when she dared to peek again, she found him licking his lips and purring encouragingly as he continued to gaze up at her in adoration. "Nappa, I… I came to get the sample from you," she admitted softly. "I need you up on the table. I'm sorry, but I'm um… not interested in that."

"Joo bad ly-aar, Ah-Mee m'yo. Joo vant. I vant. Come here," he rasped in reply, licking his lips once more in anticipation when she slid forward a single step, leaning forward as far as possible in his bonds.

The smoldering eagerness in his eyes made her move forward one more step beyond the first, but Ami somehow managed to shake herself from the hypnotic trance she was in and stared down at the sample cup in her hand. "But… but I only need a sample, Nappa," she protested weakly even as she felt like some unknown force was tugging her towards him. Gods, were her feet moving on their own!? "There um… there's no need to… you know. We can just lay you down on the table and then I can—"

"Joo vant me come, Ah-Mee, joo come, too. I sucks joo, joo get sam-pull."

He was licking his lips again, and Ami slid forward one more step, her heart pounding in her chest at the thought of him pressing his mouth to her core, which was now aching so badly she couldn't deny her attraction to him. "You won't hurt me?" She breathed, her voice low and shaky.

"No, Ah-Mee. I vant make joo come. I no touch joo," he repeated sincerely. "Kiss. . Promiss."

She could feel his breath against her even through the cloth of her skirt, and that was when Ami realized that she'd come all the way; there was no more distance between them, and before she could question what in the hell was going on, she felt him nuzzle her sex through the cloth, making her tense from head to toe at the immediate zing of pleasure racing up her spine. A sudden tugging at her panties with what could only be his tail made her moan softly and clutch at the table in anticipation, and that was when she finally acknowledged the naked truth—she wanted him.

Oh yes, she definitely wanted him in a way she'd never wanted anyone before, and the first tentative contact of his lips with her bared mound drew another moan from her mouth, this one much louder than the last. "Nappa… you… you don't have to…"

"Vant to," he groaned before dragging his tongue down to part her folds, immediately stroking it over her clit. "Vant sucks joo. Make joo come. Joo vant me stop?"

Considering that she could feel every single word he uttered as his breath and lips brushed over her, Ami emphatically shook her head and couldn't stop her hips from rolling up against his tongue when it parted her folds again and pushed its way inside of her. "Don't stop," she begged weakly, her hands sliding over to the manacles so that her fingers were linked with his, giving her something solid to grip as each slow, lazy thrust of his tongue took her higher. "Yes," she breathed as she closed in on her first climax with a man. "Yes, Nappa…"

She wasn't sure what she was even saying 'yes' to, but it sure seemed like the right thing at the moment, some sort of verbal affirmation that she did truly want this to happen. But then he was stopping, and Ami let out a strangled whine of disappointment, only to look down at him and turn the color of a sunset at the dark desire smoldering in his eyes.

"Joo taste bootifull, my Ah-Mee."

Unable to come up with a suitable response, the doctor only flexed her fingers in his, squeezing his hands encouragingly as she tried to get her breathing under control. "Please don't stop," she finally responded hoarsely.

Unwilling to deny her anything, Nappa dove back in, but rather than return to his languid thrusting, he began to lap hungrily at her clit, ripping a cry of pleasure from her throat, followed by a low moan of his name.

Gods, it was so much more intense than the handful of times she'd gotten herself off, and Ami was trembling from the pleasure washing through her, building steadily, the warmth spreading through her thighs and abdomen as it heralded her orgasm. "Nappa, I'm going to come," she whimpered.

That was when she felt his lips purse around her and she sagged against him in surrender, grateful for the tail that wrapped around her and helped to hold her up. His lips sucking at her wetly shoved her right to the edge of climax and over it within moments, and Ami's cry of completion echoed around them in the exam room as she bucked against him once and went stiff.

She collapsed against him the moment his mouth and tail released her, panting for air, every inch of her shaking from the force of the amazing orgasm he'd just given her. The sensation of his tail ghosting over her cheek and his lips pressing to her temple broke her out of her stupor, and Ami couldn't help but still feel a little shy as she dared to look up at him.

He was smiling down at her gently, his eyes sparking with happiness as well as desire, and the queen of Mercury realized only then that his purr was nearly as loud as her own wanton moans had been. "Nappa, I…"

"Vant you, Ah-Mee," he breathed as he dipped his head and kissed her lips, emitting a little groan when she allowed it and relaxed into him, her mouth opening to his questing tongue, a shiver running down her spine at the taste of her own pleasure.

Ami hadn't a clue what in the hell was overcoming her better senses, but when she felt his arousal grind up into her, she was consumed with the urge to feel him moving inside of her. She was definitely getting a sample from him, but it wasn't going in the cup, she mused as she tugged the hem of his pants down and he sprang free. "I want you too," she confessed breathlessly.

Rising up on her knees, she gasped at how wide he felt pressing to her aching entrance, and fleetingly wondered if she'd even be able to take him. Surely it wouldn't hurt too much despite her virginity, right? He'd definitely prepared her in advance for this, but even if there was some pain, she simply couldn't stop—she wanted him too badly.

"Slow, my Ah-Mee," Nappa purred, as if reading her thoughts. "No vant herd joo. Jesh?"

"Slow," she agreed as she dropped her weight a bit and felt his engorged head pushing into her, stretching her hymen.

Ami sat up sharply as she panted for air, gulping down breath after breath as her wide eyes stared into the darkness and her heart raced. "Oh dear gods," she finally choked out as she flopped back onto her pillows. "That… that was some dream."

That was an understatement, considering how soaked her panties were; they were so wet that Ami briefly wondered if she'd pissed herself while she was sleeping, but no—the sheets weren't wet, just her underwear, her thighs, and a spot on the back of her nightgown.

"Ok, fine," she admitted after cleaning up and acknowledging the desperate ache between her legs. "He's gorgeous and I apparently want him, despite how terrified I am of the thought of releasing him. But that doesn't mean I'm going to march into his cell and let him do anything. Hell, I can't even seriously consider releasing him without shaking and wanting to cry. Maybe… maybe I should ask Setsuna to come here," Ami wondered aloud. "If I had some outside support, perhaps I could free Nappa. I would certainly feel safer with someone here to act as a buffer. I'll ask her," she finally decided as she changed her clothes and headed toward the kitchen to make breakfast.

R&R yall! Come on, inspire me to update again! I'd threaten to just bombard you with Nappami smut via oneshots, but I know that won't get me anywhere. Hell, it would probably convince the lot of you to never review again in exchange for gratuitous smut! 8D