#princess looma

Original Male Crossover Stud AU

If Looma wants to tempt Goten so badly to get him to turn Super Saiyan for sex... so be it. However she will see the clear difference between regular sex with him and when he takes that form as he dominates her. If you told Looma that she would be fucked in the sky and screaming like some tramp for her people to witness... she wouldn't have believe that.

(Maledom/Femsub) (Rough Sex) (Mind Break)

The air crackled with an unspoken challenge, a familiar dance between the Tetramand Princess and her Saiyan consort. Looma Red Wind, all four powerful arms crossed, a predatory glint in her crimson eyes, had been teasing Goten for weeks. She craved the raw, untamed power she’d only glimpsed in his Super Saiyan form, not in battle, but in the fleeting moments of passionate embrace. She’d heard whispers, legends of Saiyan intensity. She wanted to feel it.

Tonight, she was relentless. "Is that all, Earthling?" she purred, her voice a low rumble that usually sent shivers down his spine. "Such a gentle touch. My people would call this… soft." She leaned in, her formidable frame dwarfing his, despite his own impressive build. "Show me the warrior, Goten. Show me what true power feels like. Or are you afraid?"

A flicker. A spark in Goten's dark eyes. He’d resisted her taunts before, always pulling back from the edge of his golden transformation during their most intimate moments, afraid of hurting her. But Looma, in her arrogance, had pushed too far.

His muscles tensed, a low growl escaping his throat. The air around them began to shimmer, the very ground trembling. Looma’s confident smirk wavered, replaced by a flicker of surprise, then something akin to exhilaration. This was it.

Then, a blinding flash. A roar that shook the foundations of her palace. Golden light erupted, his spiky black hair snapping into a vibrant, glowing mane. His eyes, once soft brown, were now emerald fire. The gentle, playful Goten vanished, replaced by a primal force.

Looma gasped, a sound caught in her throat as he moved. It wasn't a caress; it was a claim. His hands, now radiating heat, closed around her hips with an possessive strength that stole her breath. She was lifted, effortlessly, her feet dangling above the ground. Her four arms, usually so dominant, found themselves pinned, rendered useless against his sudden, overwhelming might.

"Afraid?" Goten's voice was a low, resonant growl, entirely new, entirely him, but amplified by the Super Saiyan power coursing through him. "You wanted the warrior, Princess? You have him."

He didn't just take her; he conquered her. The first thrust was a shockwave through her entire being, tearing through her composure, her arrogance, her very sense of self. It was rough, primal, utterly consuming. She cried out, a sound she hadn't known she could make, a raw, untamed shriek that echoed through the palace halls.

Then, he ascended.

With a powerful surge of ki, they shot through the ceiling, a blur of golden energy and crimson skin, shattering stone and wood as if it were paper. Looma's head whipped back, her helmet-like crown scraping against his shoulder as they burst into the night sky. The cool night air whipped around her exposed form, but she felt only the searing heat of him, the relentless, dominating rhythm that now claimed her entirely.

"Look down, Looma!" he roared, his voice carrying across the vast expanse, reaching the distant, scattered lights of her people's settlements. "Let them see their Princess! Let them hear her!"

And she did. She looked down, a dizzying panorama of her world spread out beneath them, and then she screamed again. It wasn't a scream of pain, not entirely, but of surrender, of pure, unadulterated sensation that stripped away every layer of her royal decorum. Her four arms, once powerful, now clung desperately to him, her fingers digging into his golden-haired scalp.

He drove into her again and again, each thrust a jolt of pure power, each impact radiating through her core, making her vision swim. The rough friction, the sheer force, the raw, unyielding dominance – it was beyond anything she had ever imagined. Her mind, so accustomed to control, to command, fractured under the onslaught. She was no longer Princess Looma Red Wind, the formidable warrior, the ruler of a proud race. She was just a body, writhing, screaming, taken in the vast, open sky, reduced to a desperate, primal need.

"Scream for me, Looma!" he commanded, his voice a possessive growl that reverberated through her bones. "Scream for your people! Let them know who owns you!"

Crossover AU

Goten Vs Looma

MK Intro Mene

Goten: “So, uh… we're doing a normal fight or the kind where you try to crush me again?”

Looma: “Whichever ends with you beneath me, beloved.”

Goten: “…So the usual then.”

X-xx-X

Looma: “You cannot defeat me, Goten. I am your conqueror.”

Goten: “Yeah, but I’m your favorite thing to conquer.”

Looma (blushing): “…Silence and prepare yourself.”

X-xx-X

Goten: “Heard you’ve been practicing that Looma Culo move.”

Looma: “Would you like a demonstration?”

Goten: “Girl, I haven’t even hit START and you’re already winning.”

X-xx-X

Looma: “If I win, you submit to my rule.”

Goten: “Looma… we’re dating. I already do that.”

Looma: “Then this victory will be symbolic.”

X-xx-X

Goten: “You sure this is a battle and not foreplay?”

Looma: “In your case… both.”

Goten (nervously excited): “Oh no… I’m doomed.”

X-xx-X

Looma: “Try not to pass out too quickly, my beloved eccentric.”

Goten: “No promises! I faint easily when women sit on my head!”

Commissions for @321RG1 (on Twitter)

The Empress and the Warlord

Approaching the last stages of my work on Meisjes van Medusa, a thick 200 page graphic novel! It’ll be out (in Dutch) early next year. So I haven’t been able to draw a lot outside of that, but I did manage to squeeze this in my schedule! Some Ben 10 fanart.

What would Looma and Attea look like in the Ben 10K timeline – and also: what would a story about them be? I wrote some fanfiction to go along with this piece: The Empress and the Warlord.