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Pride	By : AkikazeGou Category: +S through Z > Street Fighter Views: 15715 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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The author of this story does not own the characters. They are owned by someone else. Like Capcom, I think. The author disclaims all ownership. All of it! Insert the usual bit about being thrown into a cell with only my own liver to live off of.
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Because she was a good girl and very proper, Chun Li didn't quite have the words to express her surprise. But if she had, she'd have said something like "Holy shit! That cock is fucking huge!"
If you'd asked her that morning whether she'd find herself in an empty training hall with her hand down the front of Ryu's gi, grappling with the biggest dick she'd ever imagined, she'd have thought you were on crack, and probably kicked you in the head a few times for good measure. She was just there to train, she'd have said. Taking advantage of her vacation to spend a couple days out in the Japanese countryside, at the old dojo where Ryu lived when he wasn't travelling the world picking fights with every martial artist he met. Just catching up with an old friend. Just honing some techniques.
And maybe kicking his ass.
But not screwing him silly.
The training session had started out normally. Tentative punches and kicks. Some close exchanges of blows. Block. Sweep. Jump. Kick. The usual. She practiced regularly back at home, both at her own little dojo and on the job, so she'd kept in practice. Students didn't press her much, though, and even her fellow agents weren't anywhere near her level; Ryu . . . Ryu was something different. And he was working her over. Hard.
It was clear to her (and him), that he was holding back. Not just his special techniques -- she wasn't using hers either -- but actually leaving openings, letting his punches glide off, not taking advantage of her if she overextended or her balance failed. Letting her recover, just for that instant. The way she did for her own students. It kind of pissed her off. The next time he left an opening like that, she resolved, she was going to slip in and beat the shit out of him. He might have spent his whole life refining his techniques, but he wasn't that much better than her -- so much better than she was that he could afford to cut her that much slack. Bastard. What he needed was to have his nose rubbed in it. She wasn't just going to beat the shit out of him, she was going to make it hurt.
Then he'd be sorry.
She broke of the skirmish, and retreated a few steps to catch her breath and decide on a plan of attack. Ryu shifted back himself and hunched over, same as always.
Wait . . . no . . . same as always? Wasn't he hunched over a little too far? And he was angling away from her weirdly. Was that some new stance? She thought the matter over quickly. Was she missing something? Arms, legs, tension, guard. She studied his figure again, more carefully.
And then she saw it -- Hey, there's a lump in his pants!
And then she realized -- Wow! Mr. Martial Arts Master just popped a boner!
And then -- Whoa! Mr. Martial Arts Master just popped a boner over me! Because she was pretty sure he wasn't thinking about school-age fangirls in the middle of a fight. No matter how much better than her he thought he was.
This . . . was an unexpected development. Most unexpected. It wasn't like she'd thought of Ryu as completely sexless, really. He'd been pretty cute when she first met him, after all, and she'd gotten herself off a few times thinking about him, back then, even if she hadn't had the courage to proposition him. He wasn't too bad even now. A bit more rugged than before, sure, but the rugged look had a certain charm of its own. But she had thought of Ryu as basically sexless for himself. The thought of grim, serious Martial Arts Man sitting down in the bathroom with a dirty magazine to get himself off was kind of ludicrous. The thought of grim, serious Martial Arts Man getting hard in the middle of a fight had never even occurred to her. You didn't see the man of the perpetual scowl, the fighter of the gloomy countenance, the Uber-Stoic himself, and imagine him with an erection. In the middle of a fight. It just wasn't done.
But there he was. Hard and . . . and trying to hide it like some schoolboy caught with his pants down.
This is hilarious , she thought. Ryu has a hard-on! I'm going to get him right there. She laughed inside her head. And then she struck.
Ryu wasn't quite sure what she was aiming for, it looked like. He probably thought she was trying to get him in the solar plexus, so his block was . . . just a tiny bit off. Her open palm darted near his crotch for a brief, tantalizing fraction of a second, then he spun away. She tossed off a few kicks to camouflage her intentions. He counterattacked. She blocked. Another punch. Another kick. And then she struck again. The third time she struck out for his crotch, she was pretty sure Ryu had figured out what was going on. He'd stopped trying to counterattack, and was now just trying to keep his balls out her clutches. It was harder now that his arms were clearly fending her off every time she got too close. But it was obviously harder for him too, since he was still hunching over in the vain hope of disguising his erection. That made it harder for him to move, and she was slowly but surely pushing him in towards the wall. She hadn't decided yet exactly what she was going to do once she got him there, other than grab his dick and make a big show of how shocked, shocked! she was that he was getting off on a fight with a girl in a tight costume, just to rub his nose in the fact that she'd caught him at it. Then maybe she'd kick his ass. But in any event, it was sure to involve loads of humiliation for Ryu, and her getting her own back. She was looking forward to it.
Finally, she cornered him sideways against the wall of the dojo. His arm was right between her breasts, his right leg right between her leg, and if he hadn't been so concerned about protecting his family jewels, he could probably have got her good ten or twenty ways without trying, since she was wide open to him. But his hands were indeed otherwise occupied in a last-minunte defensive action, while she tried to wedge her hand in over the bulge in his gi. He could probably have kept it up forever, only she trailed one hand up his back and blew in his ear, and fulfilled her objective, in the instant of his confusion.
She was all revved up to start in on the humiliation-followed-by-beatdown, when she realised -- This erection is enormous! When, had she been a little more uninhibited, she would have cried out: "Holy shit! That cock is fucking huge!"
Because it was. She'd never felt anything like it, not even in Shiranui's extensive collection of oversized dildos. She wasn't even sure she could guess the size. She squeezed. Ryu gave a low, strangled moan. Then she remembered what she was going to do.
"Oh my," she whispered straight into Ryu's ear. "What's this, Ryu? It's so hard . Are you happy to see me?"
Shit , she thought. That came out totally wrong .
She squeezed again, pulled upward. Ryu jerked under her, and she clamped her thighs together over his leg.
"Agh," he gasped. "Ch- Chun Li! W- wait! Stop, just . . . just a sec!"
Oh wow! she thought. I'd never have thought I'd hear him say something like that. Ryu, asking for quarter?
"What, too much for you, boy?" she breathed. Crap! What am I saying?!
"No, just . . ."
"Just what?" She yanked down his pants, then his underpants without looking. He was staring back at her now, eyes all of a few inches away from her own. She swallowed, watched him do the same. Licked dry lips.
"I can't . . . "
She broke eyelock to glance down at his revealed genitalia. Then stifled a gasp at the . . . thing bobbing down there. Her hand, moving of its own volition, almost, ran over the huge, ruddy head. She felt Ryu tense up underneath her. Oh god! Now I'm getting all wet too.
"I don't want to hurt you," he bit out.
What?
What the hell?
She tensed up, felt a rush of cold sweep through her. Bastard! Again! He's doing it again!
"Ryu," she whispered gently, and maneuvered her face up closer to his, so she could feel his breath against her lips. "You honestly think you can hurt me ?" She grabbed his dick. And pinched hard . "I don't think so."
His eyes narrowed skeptically, and his body uncurled. He wasn't much taller than her, but he was taller enough that she had to tilt up a bit to look him in the eye. The arm between her breasts shifted, and she felt the fingers fumbling at her groin. So that was that, then. The battle lines were drawn. She'd challenged, and he'd accepted. So she kicked his legs out from under him and planted a foot (gently) on his cock.
"You'll be begging for mercy," she heard herself say, and the little her inside her head curled up into a fetal ball from the embarassment. She couldn't believe she was spouting off that kind of crap. If anyone heard her -- other than Ryu, of course -- she was going to die of shame.
"We'll see," said Ryu. And then, ever so slightly, so that she wasn't even sure that she saw it, she thought he smirked.
Oh. So. Arrogant. Well be like that then! She'd show him. He would be begging for mercy by the time she got through with him. And then she'd kick his ass, just for good measure.
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