...nks took a few steps forward and fell right on top of Pan.
He pinned her to the floor as she struggled to get free. "Trunks?! What the Hell are you doin'?!"
Trunks held a hand up in front of her face. "Make one sound and I'll blow off your friggin' head."
Pan settled down.
"Now," Trunks continued, "first thing's first." He placed a hand on Pan's chest. It was somewhat flat ... but it would do.
Trunks' hands started to glow ... and then he fired off a tiny energy blast. It wasn't strong enough to hurt Pan, but it did manage to disintegrate her shirt.
"Trunks, what are you--!" Pan was cut off as Trunks put his mouth on her breast and started to suck. It was a slow motion, every so often stopping to tug on the by now rock-hard nipple with his teeth. He moved across her chest without lifting his mouth from it, moving on to her other breast. He did the same to this one, except now he pinched and flicked Pan's right nipple with his large hands.
"Trunks ... you ..." Pan was speechless. All the better for Trunks.
He stood up and kissed her. His tongue explored her mouth. His lips moved all over hers.
"Trunks ... we ... we're having ... sex ..."
"That's right!" Trunks not-so-tactfully replied.
"But ... I've never ..."
Trunks didn't care. "Hey, Pan," Trunks began, "let's play a game. I'm going to do something to make y...