Frieza rose from the table, the chair scraping softly against the floor.
The sonata had ended; the room now held only the faint hum of the ship and Macki's uneven breathing.
He walked around the table slowly, stopping behind her chair.
She didn't move.
Couldn't.
Frieza placed his hands lightly on her shoulders — warm, steady, impossible to shrug off.
His voice was low, almost conversational.
"Macki."
She flinched at her name.
He leaned down, lips near her ear.
"I'm going to ask you something," he said, "and I want an honest answer."
His thumbs traced small circles on her shoulders — gentle, deliberate.
"Do you want this?"
The question hung.
Macki's mind screamed.
*No. Never. You murdered my family. You broke me. I hate you.*
But her body remembered the blood, the explosions, the casual way he ended everything she loved.
Her voice came out small, trembling.
"Yes… my lord."
Frieza's hands paused.
He straightened, turning her chair slowly so she faced him.
He looked down at her — red eyes calm, searching.
"Say it again," he said softly.
Macki's throat worked.
Tears spilled fresh.
"I… want this."
The lie tasted like ash.
Frieza studied her face — the tears, the fear, the resignation.
A faint, knowing smile touched his lips.
In his mind, a single thought — amused, clinical:
*Let's see the true limit of this body.*
He reached down, cupped her chin, tilted her face up.
"Good," he murmured.
Then he kissed her — slow, deliberate, claiming.
Macki closed her eyes.
And let it happen.
Because the alternative was death.
And she wasn't ready to die yet.
Not tonight.
Frieza pulled her to her feet, guiding her toward the bed.
The lights dimmed further.
The door sealed.
And the ship carried on through the stars, indifferent as always.
---
Macki's breath caught — sharp, ragged.
His hands settling on her shoulders again — warm, possessive.
His fingers traced down her arms, slow, teasing the edge of her torn clothes.
"You said you want this," he whispered against her ear, voice a low rumble that sent shivers racing down her spine.
Macki nodded, barely — tears still drying on her cheeks, body trembling between terror and the unwanted heat building low in her belly.
Frieza's lips brushed her neck — a soft kiss, then teeth grazing skin, just enough to make her gasp.
He pulled her up from the chair, turning her to face him.
His hands slid down her sides, gripping her hips, pulling her flush against him.
She felt him — hard, insistent, the new body's desire unmistakable.
Frieza's mouth claimed hers — deep, demanding, tongue invading, tasting her fear and surrender.
Macki whimpered into the kiss, hands fisting in his shirt — not pushing away, not pulling closer, just holding on as the world narrowed to his touch.
He backed her toward the bed, hands roaming — tearing fabric away with casual strength, exposing skin to the cool air.
She hit the velvet sheets with a soft thud, Frieza following, covering her body with his.
His mouth trailed fire down her throat, teeth nipping at her collarbone, hands pinning her wrists above her head.
Macki arched involuntarily as his fingers explored lower — teasing, circling, finding her already wet despite everything.
A broken moan escaped her.
Frieza chuckled against her skin — dark, satisfied.
"Good girl," he growled, positioning himself between her thighs.
It had taken two full minutes to fill her completely, stretching her until she cried out.
He didn't care about the blood slowly leaking from her.
The rhythm started measured — deep, punishing strokes that made her gasp with every impact.
Then faster.
Harder.
The bed creaked under them, the room filled with the slap of skin, her moans mixing with his low groans.
Frieza's hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat — biting, sucking marks into her skin as he drove into her again and again.
Macki's nails dug into his back — pain and pleasure blurring, body betraying her mind as waves built, crashing over her in a shuddering climax that left her sobbing his name.
Frieza followed moments later — burying himself deep, a guttural sound escaping as he spilled inside her.
He collapsed over her, breath steady — no real need for air, just savoring the moment.
Macki lay beneath him, wrecked, tears fresh again.
Frieza kissed her temple — almost tender.
"Perfect," he murmured.
And in that moment, she hated how her body still craved more.
As if they didn't Fuck for who knows how long.
The monster had claimed her completely.
Frieza's breath ghosted over her skin as he pulled back from the kiss, red eyes dark with hunger.
It haven't even been a full minute and Frieza Dick was even harder then before.
He flipped her onto her stomach in one smooth motion, hands gripping her hips and yanking them up.
Macki's face pressed into the velvet sheets, ass in the air, body still quivering from the orgasm that had ripped through her.
Ten seconds.
No more.
Frieza's hand came down hard on her ass — a sharp slap that made her yelp and clench.
"Good girl," he growled.
He spread her Ass cheeks with strong hands, thumb circling her tight rear entrance.
Macki whimpered, pushing back instinctively even as fear spiked.
Frieza leaned over her, dick — thick, hard, slick from her pussy — pressing against that forbidden ring.
"Relax for me," he murmured, voice rough.
He pushed in — slow at first, the fat head breaching her, stretching her wide.
Macki cried out, fists twisting in the sheets, pain burning hot as he sank deeper, inch by inch, filling her ass completely.
"Fuck," Frieza hissed, bottoming out. "So goddamn tight."
He gave her a moment — just one — then started moving.
Long, deep thrusts that made her feel every ridge of his dick dragging inside her.
Macki moaned — broken, helpless — the burn turning to dark pleasure as he fucked her ass harder, hips slapping against her skin.
His hand snaked around, fingers finding her dripping pussy again, plunging in roughly while his thumb rubbed her clit.
The dual assault destroyed her.
She came fast — screaming into the pillow, pussy clenching around his fingers, ass gripping his dick like a vice.
Frieza groaned loud, pace turning brutal — pounding her ass without mercy, chasing his own release.
"Take it," he snarled. "Take every fucking inch."
He slammed deep one last time, spilling hot inside her ass with a guttural roar.
They stayed locked like that — him buried to the hilt, her shaking beneath him.
Frieza pulled out slowly, watching his cum leak from her stretched hole.
He rolled her over, pulled her against his chest.
Macki lay wrecked — pussy throbbing, ass burning, body marked and claimed.
Frieza kissed her forehead — almost tender.
"You're mine now," he whispered.
And she knew it was true.
Every hole.
Every breath.
Every tear.
All his.
The monster had fucked her into submission.
And her body — traitor that it was — already craved round three.
--
Frieza lay back against the pillows, body relaxed, eyes half-lidded as he watched her.
Macki knelt between his legs, chest heaving, skin flushed and marked from the last two rounds.
Her pussy still throbbed from how hard he'd fucked her, ass burning from the way he'd claimed it — stretched, filled, owned.
Cum leaked slow from both holes, a sticky reminder of how thoroughly he'd used her.
Frieza's dick stood hard again — thick, veined, glistening from their earlier mess.
He reached down, fingers threading through her hair, guiding her head lower.
"Round three," he said, voice rough with fresh hunger. "Use that pretty mouth."
Macki's breath hitched.
She hated how her body responded — nipples tightening, core clenching at the command.
Tears pricked her eyes again, but she leaned in.
Her lips parted, tongue flicking out to taste the head — salty, mixed with her own juices and his cum.
Frieza groaned low, hips shifting slightly.
"Good," he murmured. "Take it deeper."
She obeyed.
Mouth sliding down his shaft, stretching around his thickness, tongue swirling along the underside.
Frieza's hand tightened in her hair — not forcing, just controlling the pace.
She bobbed slow at first — lips sealed tight, sucking hard, cheeks hollowing as she took more of him.
Gagging when he hit the back of her throat, but pushing further anyway.
Frieza's head fell back, a hiss escaping.
"Fuck… yes. Just like that."
Macki's hands gripped his thighs for balance, nails digging in as she worked him — faster now, sloppy, saliva dripping down his dick and balls.
She cupped them, massaging gently while her mouth fucked him in earnest.
Frieza's hips bucked — shallow thrusts into her throat, making her choke and moan around him.
The vibration pulled another growl from him.
"Look at me," he ordered.
Macki's eyes lifted — teary, red-rimmed, but locked on his.
Frieza stared down, watching his dick disappear between her lips, her throat bulging slightly with every deep push.
"Beautiful," he rasped.
His free hand reached down, thumb rubbing her clit again — rough circles that made her whimper around his cock.
The vibration sent him closer.
Macki sucked harder — desperate, broken sounds escaping as she chased his release and her own building heat.
Frieza's grip tightened.
"Swallow," he commanded.
He came with a low, guttural moan — hot, thick ropes shooting down her throat.
Macki gulped it all, choking slightly, tears spilling as she milked every drop.
Frieza held her there a moment longer — buried deep — then pulled her off slowly.
Cum and saliva strung from her lips to his dick.
He wiped it away with his thumb, then pushed it into her mouth.
She sucked it clean without being told.
Frieza pulled her up, cradling her against his chest.
His hand stroked her hair — almost gentle.
"You're learning," he whispered.
Macki closed her eyes, body limp, mind shattered.
The monster had taken everything.
And her traitorous body wanted more.
Round three ended.
But the night was far from over.