trash tbh

Who knew the men of the Frieza Clan were such degenerates? That they would willing go to their knees for the race Frieza had oppressed, and attempted to destroy? The one who called himself Laciem had always appeared weak, small compared to other members of his race, more feminine than most – an accomplishment to be sure, many of his kind were effeminate, or at the very least pompous, and vain. Laciem was vain, even on his knees, huffing and fussing when the Saiyan touched his face, or tried to urge him on.

“You're wasting my time, whore.” Came Saiyan's voice from above, he had to admit it was pleasurable to have one of his oppressors worshipping his body, savouring the taste of his sweat, and revelling in the scent of his manhood. The petite Frieza wasn't afraid of the Saiyan leaving (who would abandon the person worshipping their cock?), nor were they afraid of being found, if anything Laciem was encouraged by the abuse; to him, there was no better a feeling than to be insulted as he devoted himself to another.

The pressure was building, heat building in his mouth as the Saiyan's shaft engorged, close to releasing the fluid that Laciem would swallow most eagerly. But he wouldn't get all of it, he got a taste, but the Saiyan wanted to mark his new toy, and withdrew from the alien's mouth, allowing the rest of his ejaculate fall in ropes on Laciem's face, and head, a fine contrast between the blue of some of his skin, and the snow white Saiyan cum.

His vanity made him whine, but his lust made him press up against the dick he'd spent the better part of half an hour treating like a deity.