DBZ X-Readers

Whis x Reader x Beerus Pt. 7 'Staging the Tantra'

You gave up any thought of escape after that day, and tried to make the best of it.

Of course, "best" was usually your making a reasonable guess at what either of them wanted. After this much time, Whis was easy to figure out. Beerus wasn't someone with complicated taste (at least, in what he seemed to want from you), so more often than not your assumptions weren't far off--and if they were, you made hasty apologies and made it up to him as fast as you could.

Silence became your default.

You stopped counting the days. They meant nothing now anyway.

To no surprise, Whis preferred you this way, and you gave in to him as often as he cared to spend time with you. It was just...easier, to let him take control, to manipulate your mind and by extension your body.

Beerus...

Well, he was starting to get different. Whis had hinted that perhaps he had gotten used to your company, and was simply more apt to show it now that you had been here for so long.

When he'd gone to sleep the last time he'd requested you be in the bed with him, though not for any sexual purpose--all he seemed to want was something warm to curl up to. Considering his old habits with you, you were more eager to comply with this one.

He'd then requested you to be there when he woke.

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Once more, the bombs were going off, and unlike the last few times, Whis had allowed you to do it on your own per Beerus' request. You thought that he hadn't specified that Whis COULDN'T be there, but shrugged off the thought.

"Lord Beerus?" you called out.

"(Y/n), tell Whis if he wants me up...he'll have to come in here himself." He turned over.

There was a sudden pulse in your head--you'd gotten used to the sudden intrusions and they no longer caused pain; however, they were still a surprise now and again. Suddenly, you were saying, "My lord, you needn't depend on him for everything."

"...Whis, I can hear you in that. Your puppetry is horrible; Henson is turning over in his grave!"

"My lord--" you found yourself saying again.

"Once," he snapped, sitting up, "Just one entire day I'd prefer you stay out of her mind! What fun is a mindless slave all the time?"

"She's not always like that."

"Get out of her head. I want her company for her company right now. Having you around is fine, but sometimes I just want--"

"Fine, fine. You have your day, my lord. You know where I am if you need me, just...be sure to take your bath."

Whis left your mind and you shook your head.

"Get up here," you heard Beerus say.

You floated up to the edge of the platform and then sat on the edge of his bed when he motioned you closer.

"There it is..." He seemed to grin.

"What?"

"You're afraid of me, but you're resisting as far as you dare to. That's what I like about you."

You went silent. Normally Whis would have had you say something in response to something like that; without him you were unsure what to reply with. Finally, though, you asked, "Why are you keeping me?"

"You resist without disobeying," he replied, pulling you close, "You're warm...and..."

"...and?" You shifted a bit uncomfortably and were surprised when Beerus adjusted his grip in response.

"...and you have gotten used to Whis. I didn't expect that, you know, he can be...difficult...and unreasonably possessive."

This was different. He wasn't making cuts anywhere on you, he wasn't demanding anything...what was going on?

He curled a bit closer and snickered, nipping your neck. "Why don't you show you what you're capable of....hmm? Maybe give that trick Whis taught you a try on me..."

He must've been told. Over time Whis had taught you how to do the same as he had been doing to you--at least, for pleasure purposes. He was very careful and you weren't sure how he'd been able to keep you out of other areas of his mind...which, by the way, felt incredibly spacious. His mind was like a cathedral, you got not only the idea that you could get lost there, but also that you had better do as the related deity wished, that he was watching, always watching...

"Alright, but...you'll..." You sat and faced Beerus, and shut your eyes.

He let you in, but like Whis was cautiously guarding the rest of his mind. And if Whis's mind was like a cathedral, Beerus' was more like a temple in the jungle--overgrown and filled with life, but with potential death around every corner. You wondered what exactly gave you that thought, but continued.

As you started tracing along the same areas in Beerus' mind that produced bliss in yours, he pushed you onto your back.

He'd never been as gentle as he proceeded to be over the next--you weren't even sure how long it went on, at least a couple hours?--and every time you thought it was over, it began again. Finally, though, you left his mind, feeling strangely...well, you weren't sure what to call it, but you definitely felt...altered, different. Physical sex was good enough, but adding the mental aspect to it had made it...you weren't sure you had a word for it. But you'd had something like this the first time and several times afterward, so what had changed? Maybe it was something you'd had to build up to?

As you were both sitting up, there was a cough from below.

"If you two are done, the bath has been re-drawn. I do not intend to repeat the process."

You laughed briefly, and not particularly caring if it got you in trouble, but redressed and headed down.

"That certainly took you awhile," Whis glanced down at you.

"He...wanted me to...do that thing you, uh...taught me," you said, glancing away, "It...kind of...went from there."

"For three hours?" he raised a brow.

"He...ah..."

"..."

"Isn't this the kind of thing you were trying to encourage?"

"You're right," Whis smiled, rather suddenly, "You're absolutely right. And he did wake up quite quickly..."

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After a bath and a meal the two of them left, and you were alone.

You still felt different, still wondered what had been changed and was causing this uncertainty.

Aside from the mental games, Whis had been training you and helping you find better ways to control and use your abilities. Now and again you could swear things would go wrong, but they always ended up fine in the end...

It was almost like they were building you up to something. But what was it? How in the hell could all the mental linking (Whis's term for it), the sex, and the physical training possibly, in any way be connected?!