Fasha's Fun Begins

Their rivalry had taken on new dimensions, their sexual energy now a catalyst for growth and power. Kyoto knew that their harem could become legendary, a force to be reckoned with. And as the three of them stood there, naked and powerful, he realized that this was just the beginning of their journey. The universe was vast, filled with untold beauty and power, and he intended to claim it all.

"Fasha," he said, his voice low and commanding, "you've been eager to prove yourself. Well, now's your chance. We'll settle this once and for all, in the most primal way possible. A one-on-one bout, just you and me. No more hiding behind your blasts and bravado. It's time you get the pounding you've been craving."

Fasha's eyes lit up with excitement, her tail swishing like a cobra about to strike. "You think you can handle me?" she yelled, her voice dripping with challenge. "I've got more cock-craving energy than you can handle, Kyoto!"

Her excitement was palpable, and she couldn't contain her joy. She jumped around the room, her Saiyan form enhancing her agility. Her voice echoed off the chamber walls, a mix of eager anticipation and battle lust. "I can't wait to show you what I've got!"

Kyoto, his own eyes gleaming with desire and anticipation, stepped up to Fasha. His hand shot out, grabbing her firmly by the waist. In one swift motion, he tore off her armor and clothing, leaving her standing naked and vulnerable before him. Her squeal of surprise quickly turned to a laugh of excitement as she realized his intentions. Her breasts, now free from their confines, bounced with each giggle, her nipples hardening in the cool air of the Time Chamber.

He squeezed her tits with a grip that was firm but not painful, feeling the energy coursing through her body, resonating with his own. The act was not just one of lust but also a declaration of his intent to dominate and claim her as his own. Fasha's eyes sparkled with delight, her body reacting instinctively to his touch.

Her tail swished behind her, moving with a life of its own as Kyoto's hand moved from her waist to her throbbing cunt, feeling the heat and wetness that had gathered there. "Is this what you want, Fasha?" he growled, his voice dropping to a seductive purr.

With a smirk, Kyoto pulled down his pants, revealing his massive Saiyan cock. Fasha's eyes widened in amazement and lust. It was a sight she had never seen before, not even in her wildest dreams. The sheer size of it made her feel small, yet incredibly turned on. Her mouth watered at the thought of taking it all in, feeling it stretch her to the limits.

In a bold move that surprised even himself, Kyoto slapped Fasha's face with his cock, the sound echoing through the chamber. The act was both dominating and erotic, a clear assertion of his power and ownership. Fasha's cheeks flushed red, not from pain but from the sudden rush of arousal that flooded her body. Her eyes never left his, a silent challenge that spoke louder than words.

"You think you're ready for this?" Kyoto taunted, his voice low and gruff, as he stroked his length. "You think you can handle what I'm about to give you?"

Fasha's breath hitched in her throat, her eyes never leaving Kyoto's cock. "I can handle anything you throw at me," she retorted, her voice dripping with confidence.

Kyoto's smirk grew wider. He stepped closer to Fasha, the tip of his cock brushing against her stomach. "We'll see about that," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with a mix of arousal and challenge. He reached out and grabbed her by the waist, lifting her easily into the air. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her pussy already dripping with anticipation.