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I changed the title... obviously this title occurred to me while I was writing, but I thought it was a little too on the nose and "precious." Of course, the first comment I got was why didn't I call it this and I realized it was much better than what I was using and it was obvious because that is exactly what I wrote. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and please review!
Lars and the Real Girl
Alisa Bosconovitch alighted gracefully just outside of the rogue Tekken Force safe house in Nagoya. It had been a scant few hours since Mr. Lee's experts with a clean bill of "health" and the night air smelled warm and auspicious, helping to ease her tensions. If only slightly. This could still go horribly wrong very easily.
She really owed a lot to Mr. Lee, she reflected. Even after all he had already done getting her treated, he hadn't hesitated for a second when she asked him to help her track down the man that had saved her... Had in fact, predicted her request and had the information waiting for her. He was a better man then predicted and she would have to return the favor at some point.
Alisa knew she was trying to distract herself with these musings, to ease her nervousness even a little, but she couldn't she it. She had butterflies by the hundreds in her stomach as she approached the worn-out apartment building the rebel Tekken Force had secretly holed up in. On the steps she sighted a man dressed as a vagrant, but she quickly identified him as a soldier in the rebellion.
She prepared herself for a fight, but the man waved her through. "It's okay," he said. "You can go on in."
Alisa looked at him, puzzled.
"I recognize you from the hair," he said. "And the boss will definitely want to see you. He's up in Room 313."
"Are you this will be okay?" she asked.
The man shrugged. "He never shuts up about you lately, probably never hear the end of it of I didn't let you pass."
As she proceeded cautiously in, he called behind her. "Anyway, it's not like he can't take care of himself."
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Lars Alexandersson sat alone in his cramped bedroom, staring at the cracked white wall. It was been a few weeks since his rebellion ended and Jin disappeared. The G Corporation and Heihachi Mishima were still vying for power and the status of the Mishima Zaibatsu was a worrying question mark, but Lars wasn't sure where he wanted to go from here.
The members of his rebellion were urging him to take action, to seize power and so they could begin to rebuild the world, to do the work they had set out to do from the very beginning, but so far he had delegated those responsibilities among his lieutenants.
For himself... Whenever he thought about his father, his half-brother, his nephew... All he could see was how they had all been corrupted by their quest for power, even when they'd had the noblest of intentions. Whether it was in the blood or not, power was the last thing he wanted right now.
No, he knew exactly what he wanted. And who. He just hoped whenever Lee Chaolan had taken her, she was being well cared-for.
Suddenly, his reverie was interrupted by a knock on his door and he turned to face it.
"Come in," he called. Only his most trusted men knew where he was, he had nothing to worry about.
When the door opened, however, his jaw nearly hit the floor.
"Alisa?" he asked, surprised.
Alisa stood in the doorway, looking somehow even smaller than her petite frame usually allowed. Her arms were wrapped around her shoulders as though to protect from the cold, but she looked even more beautiful than he remembered. She meekly closed the door behind her, her eyes nearly watering. "Hello, Lars."
"What are you doing here?" he said in confusion. "How did you find me? Did Lee..." He didn't dare ask the unspoken question, was she still under Jin's control, but she saw it in his face.
"Jin is gone from my mind," she assured him softly. She looked so frightened, as though she expected him to turn her away at any moment. "Forever. No one can ever control me again. I can only hope that you can forgive me."
He brushed off her concerns. "You weren't in control of our actions," he replied simply. "Are you going to travel with me again?"
"If you will let me," she said. "I am in your debt for all you have done for me and... I enjoy being with you."
"Of course," Lars replied. "I missed you."
Alisa smiled a little sadly. "I dreamt about you, you know," she said after a moment.
"Huh?" Lars asked, confused.
"When Mr. Lee was repairing me," she explained. "I dreamt about you. Your face. Your arms," she brought her stunning green eyes up to meet his gaze. "I dreamt about what it would be like to be with you."
"Be with me..." he gasped, shocked by her frankness.
"I know it might be usual for you," she spoke barely above a whisper, her voice so fragile. "You have always treated me like a real person, that is part of why I wanted it to be you, but..."
"Alisa," he said, his tone warm and comforting. There was so much going on in his head and his heart right now, but above all else was his need to protect the young girl baring her heart before him.
She raised her hand to silence him and indicate he should remain sitting. "I know what I am saying, Lars," she assured him. "What I feel for you is real and I know I can love you... if you will let me."
"Love me?" Lars repeated, confused. "Alisa... Is that even possible?"
Alisa lowered her eyes shyly. "I might never be able to give you children, but... I promise you that I can love you as well as any real girl." And then she removed the blue flower pin that fastened the ties that held up her top, undoing the little white collar.
Alisa let the top fall away, exposing her petite, yet perfectly shaped breasts to his hungry eyes. With the straps of her top hanging just below her exposed boobs, she took a step forward, letting her breasts bounce wonderfully. Cute little pink nipples stood erect and enticing, enough to enslave any heterosexual male. But she still couldn't resist taking it further, sliding her little gloved hands up her hips, over her fabulous pale stomach, her little ribcage, and finally up to her round, sexy tits, kneading them gently to show him just how real they really were.
Lars gasped at the exposure of her breasts. They were so firm, so youthful... perfect apricot-sized orbs and his felt a tightening in his chest and a hardening of his dick instantly. He was still confused, unsure how to react to her sudden forwardness or even that this was really happening, but he anxious to see it continue.
"Do you want me, Lars?" she asked, her voice nearly quavering with uncertainty.
Lars could feel his hard cock straining against his pants. He was no stranger to sex, his looks and position opening doors to him that most men could only dream of. The famed Mishima lust likewise burned brightly in his loins. Still, he couldn't believe he was so aroused by a woman that was really a machine. "I do," he admitted, licking his lips out of nervousness rather than hunger.
She smiled shyly as she closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to his with the chastest of kisses. Lars circled his powerful fighter's arms around to her and felt her nervous shivers. Soon these quieted however as she felt him return her kiss, his arms beginning to warm her. Her high, firm breasts pressed firmly against him and his heart nearly broke with how fragile she felt, how soft and warm.
As the kiss deepened and their tongues dueled and danced, Alisa's breasts flattened and squished against his hard chest, her nipples poked between them, hard and boisterous, demanding attention. Lars eagerly answered their pleas, reaching between them to massage the nubile pleasure globes.
"Mmm," she mewed.
Lars had always been drawn to her chest. Her fighting gear did so much to draw his attention there, but now that he was cupping and holding her breasts in his naked hands, he was still shocked by just how perfect they really were. Smaller than some, probably a b-cup at most (not that she ever wore a bra), but beautifully sloped, round and yielding and yet so firm, wonderfully capped by her cute little pink nipples. Her skin was so young and smooth and fresh... so soft and sweet and warm. And so responsive! Every touch, every caress as he kneaded her soft breasts made her quiver and moan into their kiss. He could hardly wait to take them into his mouth.
Alisa smiled internally, she knew how much her boobs had fascinated him, she had caught him staring at them many times during their travels. She suspected some of that was simple curiosity, wondering what they felt like, how well they were made... Well, his questions were being answered now, and she knew just how to remove his final doubts.
Lars felt her little gloved hand on his head, motioning him downward and he eagerly followed, kissing her little chin, down her willowy neck, over her collarbone before finally reaching her breasts. At first he kissed all around her tits, switching between them evenly, but avoiding the nipples entirely. He would alternate between long and short, kissing or licking the top, the bottom, or the sweet little space between her breasts to see where she was most responsive, until at last Alisa urgently whispered "suck me."
Lars took her right nipple in his mouth and wasted no time in sucking her sweet little honeybud as firmly and passionately as he could. Alisa was completely inexperienced but she could tell he was skilled beyond most. The way he was servicing her breasts: sucking and licking, occasionally peppering her with little kisses... it felt beyond amazing and she felt herself getting wet between her legs as her sex pulsed in reply. She hugged him tightly and further mussed up his crazy hair as she moaned over and over "Oh, Lars! Oh, Lars!"
Lars heard her reaction and kept going, switching to the left tit and began giving it the same treatment. As he took it in his mouth, he could feel the rapid beating of her little heart. He knew deep down that it wasn't a human heart... It could have been a miniature jet engine for all he knew... but the way it sped up as he began to suck her again fired his lust as much as the taste of her flesh of the feel of breast against his face as he suckled her nipples. He still wasn't sure what was happening, but he wasn't about to question it, if he even had the brain power left at this point.
For several minutes he enjoyed his meal, until at last Lars could no longer restrain himself and reached for the tiny butterfly clip the held the rest of her top on, pulling aside forcefully. He followed this by removing her white studded belt and she helped him by pulling her arms out of her sleeves, causing her whole top to pool the ground. She took a step back, nudging the garment out of the way with her feet and letting him see her fully exposed torso.
She was so beautiful, so perfect. The petite curves of sides, her wonderful pale skin, her magnificently undulating breasts as breathed nervously at her exposure, and that tummy! That cute little stomach with her sweet little belly button... But most arousing to Lars were her eyes. Those captivating green eyes peering out at him from under the frame of her two-tone pink hair, they were so worried, desperately seeking his approval. And she had it. "God, Alisa," he gasped, "you're so perfect..."
And then he took her in his powerful arms again, kissing down her tight little body. He gave mostly light kisses, but firmer and deeper on her lips, breasts, and stomach, until at last he reached her waist. After a few more kisses at her belly, he began to toy with the hem of her shorts. At first he'd merely play with her shorts a little, pulling the legs up or the waistband down slightly to expose more of her thighs or stomach, soon however this game was not enough and he started to take them off,
Alisa looked down in rapture as the man reached for top button of her little black shorts and slowly undid it. Part of her still couldn't believe what was happening, what she was allowing to happen, as he parted the button the reveal the top of her little black panties. "Lars," she whimpered sexily. "My vagina is so wet. Is it supposed to be so wet?"
"It is," he assured her, kissing the exposed top of her panties. "Call it your pussy, not vagina."
"Pussy," she repeated. "I want you to touch me there."
Lars gave a curt smile. He could feel her wetness through her shorts, smell her arousal. He grabbed her ass with both hands, squeezing the cheeks and kissing her deeply just above the crotch, a long kiss that made her even wetter.
"Oh!" she gasped, wiggling that delightful little ass of hers. Then he pulled away slightly and she realized he had caught the zipper of her shorts between his teeth. "Lars?" she asked. "Is this usual?"
Instead of answering, the half-Japanese warrior slowly lowered the zipper using only his mouth, revealing more of her delectable black panties to his horny gaze. Alisa eagerly helped him, wiggling her delicious little butt and hips, working the friction to get herself undressed as quickly as possible.
Soon, her shorts were almost entirely down her thighs, exposing most of her underwear to Lars. Alisa could feel her arousal increasing; Lars was the first thing she had ever truly wanted for herself: not an order, not an objective, not a false memory programmed to help her better resemble the girl was built as a monument to... She wanted this. And judging from his heart rate, his body temperature, and the way he was looking at her, so did he. "Lars..."
Giving one more powerful kiss to the exposed front of her panties, the man finally cast the tiny black shorts aside, leaving the little pink haired girl android dressed only in her black panties. She was so sexy, so stunning as he looked down on her nearly nude form. Her breasts shook charmingly with breaths she didn't really need to take, her firm little belly rose and fell with them.
"God, I need you," he gasped.
She looked so little and impossibly fragile despite her hidden strength. Viewed as a machine, she was a masterpiece, a true work of art... but it was so much easier to view her as a teenage girl. A flawlessly beautiful, sensual eighteen year old girl lying underneath her first lover wearing only her panties and stockings, with green eyes full of trust and longing; it was a view so breathtaking any man would be enchanted by it... But Lars couldn't hold himself back knowing her irresistible little virgin vagina was just a tiny piece of fabric away from his waiting cock.
Unable to restrain himself, he fell on her panties, kissing and massaging her little panty-clothed pussy wildly. "I need to have you, Alisa," he rasped into her crotch.
"You will," she assured him, petting him softly.
"I need to fuck you," he said, seeming not hearing her.
Deep down, she found herself wishing he had said "make love," but the more vulgar "fuck" was somehow arousing to her. The dirtiness somehow had its own appeal. Lars quickly banished such concerns from her mind, sneaking two fingers into her little black panties and teasing her waiting slit. "Oh!" she screamed. "Yes, Lars! Yes!"
At first Lars fingered her pussy lightly, almost experimentally. He still wasn't sure just what to expect, but her walls were warm and tight and very very wet, exactly what he'd expect from an eighteen year old virgin. She moaned his name and he went deeper, feeling her love all around his probing fingers. Inside his pants, his dick hardened, eager to take their place. "Oh, fuck!" he whispered. "Alisa!"
He could feel his fingers dripped with her honey; it felt real and the smell was welcoming and familiar... He brought his fingers to his mouth for a tentative taste. "Mmm..." he moaned as his eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
"Do I taste real?" she asked, as though reading his mind.
"You do," he assured her.
He reached back into her panties and found her little love button, her eyes widened instantly. "Let me see how real I can make you feel," he said, smiling at her warmly.
He diddled her clitoris with two strong fingers while a third attended her slit. Alisa's could feel the robotic heart pounding in her chest like a rapid-fire drum as the man she loved so much played with her sex, his well-experienced digits working in concert to bring her to the heights of pleasure. Something was building inside her, a feeling she couldn't place was fluttering up in her stomach, getting bigger and bigger with all of Lars' actions.
"Lars!" she gasped. "Something... Something is happening to me! I am... I... am going to..."
Lars just smiled again and increased his speed and pressure as her walls began to shutter around him. Further, faster, harder, but still tender and loving, he fingered her little tightness. She was so wonderful inside, so fantastic. And she was nearly there.
Alisa was still trying to understand what was happening, her systems were completely out of control, yet it was somehow pleasant... No, it was the best sensation she had ever felt. That Lars was giving it to her was part of it. "Make me, Lars!" she gasped. "Make me do it!"
"Do it, Alisa," he said simply. "Do it for me."
"Aah! Ahhh! Aaaaaerghhhhh..." Alisa gasped as she let loose a wave of hot girlcum into her little black panties.
As she gasped for breath, she watched Lars removed his hand from her panties and begin to unbutton his shirt. "Orgasm," she said. "I did not realize I was capable of it."
"I knew you were," he said, letting his shirt drop to expose his magnificently sculpted torso. He licked most of her cum off his finger, them spread the rest over her chest, smearing her sweating nipples.
"I am so happy it was you," she said brightly, tracing her little hand down his firm pecs, over his rock-hard abs, then finally undoing his belt. "Now let me see how I can repay you."
"Are you sure you don't want to stop here for now?" he asked. "It's already been a big night for you..."
"I could not imagine it," she assured him, easing down his zipper then removing her white gloves, "this is what I dreamed of... Why I came here, Lars."
Then she sank down to her knees, pulling down his pants and reaching inside his boxers to remove his hard cock. Her eyes widened at the exposure. "So big!" she said aloud, real fear in her voice.
In his heart he was concerned, but the beast merely grew larger and surged with pride at her words. She gave him a few test strokes, weighing and feeling the heat of him, and then to his shock she opened her pretty pink mouth to take him in.
"You don't have to do that," he said gently.
"I want to," she said, resolute and eager, leaving no room for doubt or debate.
Alisa leaned down to kiss the throbbing cock, the angelic beauty of her sweet little face making the act even more erotic, then gave him a quick little tentative lick with her cute little tongue.
"Alisa..." he moaned.
She began to lick him more thoroughly, circling the length of the shaft like popsicle, tracing every ridge and vein of his massive rod. She loved the taste and the warmth of him. His breathing became labored and Alisa knew she was doing well. She could feel his blood, his love, coursing through his warm pike, and she kept going, determined to bring him as much pleasure as he had given her.
"Uhhhh..." he groaned with desire.
Finally she began to suck him in earnest, her warm little mouth embracing the tip of his massive member. He was far too big and her mouth too small to take all or even most of his powerful Mishima penis, but she took as much as she was able, lavishing his mighty dick with licks and slurps while the heat of her little mouth caressed him.
"Soooo good..." Lars said. Her mouth was giving him pleasure on a level he'd only dreamt of, all the more so when he looked down at her panty-clad ass and pert naked tits as she sucked him. He only wished she could take more of his length, but he didn't want to risk damaging her. Alisa soon found a way to compensate though, pumping the shaft of his gigantic member while trying to coordinate it with her captivating oral performance. "Oh, fuck..." he grasped.
As she sucked him, he watched her cute little head bob and down, focusing on the daisies in the her two-tone pink hair to keep from getting too excited. That was really starting to be a battle though, her little tongue was circling the fat dome of his cock with loving vigor while her sweet lips were closed firmly around his shaft, her soft little hands were massaging what her mouth couldn't accommodate... But it was when she reached down to his balls and that he nearly lost it. "Oh, Alisa..."
This was all brand new to Alisa, but she wanted to do her best to please her new lover. With her every action, she gauged his response, and reacted accordingly. She discovered that when she ran her tongue over the little spot just below the tip of his penis he would moan and reach down to hold her head, so she focused on the spot with quick, rapid licks while continuing the explore the rest of him with her hands. She found his testicles and reached for them, surprised by their softness. He moaned her name and she kept playing with them, still sucking and licking his cock as she felt the powerful leader fall completely under her control.
"Alisa, oh god! I need this!" he panted. "I need you!"
Lars couldn't believe how good it felt to have Alisa suck him. Of course he'd had this done many times before, often with more experienced mouths than Alisa's, but as he felt her hands and lips all over him, as he watched that nearly naked, gorgeous teenage girl (robot, he had to remind himself again) suck him off and play with his balls, he felt an ecstasy he'd never known before. Maybe Jin was right and he really had fallen in love with her, but she was definitely making him feel things he'd never felt before. Thinking about it nearly brought his balls to a churning boil, and he knew that he had to stop her before he came.
She pulled away reluctantly. "You do not want me to keep going?"
"I want to make love to you," he admitted.
Alisa smiled brightly and raised up to share a deep kiss. They were tasting each other's essences, but neither of them seemed to object even slightly. As they held and caressed each other, her pert little breasts flattened against his hard chest, her cute little nipples pressing against him once more. The feeling further aroused Alisa and she reached for the straps of her little black panties only for his strong hands intercepted her small ones. He broke the kiss and moved his hands down her nubile little body, taking the precious little slip of fabric in them.
As he rose to meet her green eyes once more, and he could see the nervousness. No matter what the circumstances of her birth, this was still a girl about to lose her virginity to an experienced older man and her fear and embarrassment were genuine enough.
"I will be gentle," he promised.
She nodded, feeling somewhat more comfortable at having her full nakedness revealed to him. Her pussy was completely hairless, doubtless a feature of her manufacture. Her skin was so smooth, flawless, and kissable. Her little vagina was wet and ready, the vulva red with lust. She worried her lip nervously, making her look even cuter and more desirable.
"You're so beautiful," he gasped, stepping out of his boots and pants as he approached her.
Alisa's features relaxed somewhat, and she bent down to slowly slide down her stockings, leaving them both completely naked. "I am yours."
Then she turned to lead him over to the bed and he couldn't resist taking the opportunity to stare at the taut round globes of that wonderful, petite ass of hers. Her little butt was so cute, so sexy, he reached over to grab a perfect cheek and knead the firm youthful flesh.
Alisa turned her head slightly to smile back at him. "You can touch me there, too."
Her tone was so soft and inviting and Lars once again surrendered to his lustful impulses. He squeezed and roughly fondled her soft little round cheeks, the curves of her cute little ass were so enthralling to him as he massaged and groped her for several glorious moments, his rigid members brushing against her thighs. At last, he dropped to his knees to better worship her ass, kissing and licking.
"Oh! Lars!" she cried.
He reached a strong hand around to her waiting pussy, fingering more of her honey and spreading it all the over the firm little buttcheek he was devouring. He did this again and again, each time making the young girl squeal when her fingered her slit. It was all too wonderful, still he couldn't resist bending her over to expose her cute little pink anus to his hungry eyes.
"I am fully functional there, too," she said factually. Then her voice became softer, almost embarrassed "for this, at least."
She was so beautiful, he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to enter the tight confines of her willing ass... But there was something else he wanted even more, something that made his insides boil with lust. "Perhaps later," he assured her. "Right now, I have something else to ask of you. Turn around."
She complied silently and he gently laid her down on the bed. She was shaking slightly as though from the cold, even though he knew at could only affect her superficially. "Are you sure you're ready for this, Alisa?" he asked warmly.
"Do you not want me?" she asked again.
He traced his fingers through her silky, soft pink hair, inadvertently spreading her cum into it. "Of course I do," he replied softly. "I just want to be sure this isn't too much for you right now."
"I told you, this is what I came here for, Lars." Alisa opened her legs to him, fully exposing her gorgeous vee. Smiling, she said. "And I am most definitely ready."
Slowly, Lars eased his cock into her waiting pussy. He was so large and she so tight that even as wet as she was it was a struggle just to but enter her at all, but unquestionably an enjoyable one. "Ohhoh," she whimpered quietly and he stopped moving. She was confused, but soon she squeezed his hand to urge him onward.
Lars nodded and pushed forward, moving deeper inside her. Alisa felt her walls expand around him, filling her utterly. She had been built without a hymen, but to be penetrated the first time and by a cock so large was still painful, and she needed time to get used to the sensation. Fortunately, she had also been designed to be as sensitive and responsive as possible, and the pleasure he was giving her was winning a slow battle over her pain. He was indeed skilled, and he knew how to make the first time as pleasant as possible. Every movement he made echoed wonderfully through her entire body, and she soon was found herself gasping and squealing with delighted passion as her little nether lips stretched and squeezed around his proud cock. His hands were on her hips, helping her find their rhythm, taking his time to teach her.
"Oohh! Ooohhh! Oh! Yes!" she moaned.
Lars was still moving inside her cautiously, letting her adjust to the thickness of his penis. She was so impossibly tight, but as they continued to make love she became more yielding and welcoming, the friction still decadently delicious. He looked so beautiful as he slid back and forth inside her. It was so perfect, so precious, and soon she started to squeeze his shoulders, urging him to go faster, deeper. He responded to her requests instantly, his strong, confident thrusts becoming more powerful, deeper as he brought her little body limitless pleasure. "Oh! Oh! Yes!" she squealed. "Just like that!"
Lars could hardly hold himself back from cumming. Never had sex been like this before: she was so tight, so hot! So virginally innocent, but her pussy was working her cock in ways he could only have dreamed of: her love channel was pumping him with such exquisite friction that it bordered on hallucinatory. The junction of their sexes was becoming easier and easier as her little pussy welcomed his invading length more and more, and their lovemaking became athletic, Olympian.
"Alisa!" he cried. "Oh fuck! Alisa!" Consciously, the man knew she was a robot, an android, an artificial being, but watching her beautiful little face, so sweet and youthful, as she moaned and gasped he couldn't help but see her as a real girl. But these thoughts barely had a chance to surface. All he could focus were his thrusts, hoping to return even a fraction of what she was giving to him, and those beautiful green eyes: so full of love and need. She squeezed his and again to let him know she was ready for more, and he began to fuck her even harder, his determined to give her as much as he could.
"Oh! Oh! Oh, Lars!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck me, Lars!" All she could feel was the length of his beautiful cock as it plunged in and out of her. His movements were so strong, so decisive, she soon felt another orgasm building inside her. She pistoned her fabulous clenched little ass up to meet his thrusts again and again, the hot wet walls of her sex stretched as he found each secret sensitive spot inside her. After nearly an hour of passionate lovemaking, at last she cried out "I'm nearly there... Please..."
Lars responded to her immediately, making his thrusts deeper, firmer. He reached down to between them to diddle her clitoris, bringing her even closer. Alisa could see the focus in his eyes, much he wanted to give this to her, do this for her... and just how real she was to him. Just a little bit more, just a few more thrusts, he just had to play with her cute little button a little more... And she was there.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhh Godddddd!" she screamed, her little body shuttering with climax. Wave after wave of hot cum coated his still hard and thrusting cock. She couldn't believe how much she loved him, that she could feel this way, so happy, so sated... so loved.
"Alisa..." Lars gasped in awe. Her face was so beautiful as she came, so angelic and transcendent, and he found himself more amazed by her than ever.
"I love you... I love you..." she gasped as she came again and again.
The sound of her adorable high voice as she said it was more than enough to put him over the edge, and Lars joined her in climax, filling her with more cum than he'd ever had in his life. "Aliiiiiisssaaa!!!" he screamed.
When they finally came down to earth, Lars rolled over on his back, Gasping for air as he cock continued to twitch and spurtHe'd been in more battles than almost anyone in human history, fought the entire Mishima clan and proved his place among them, lead a revolution and even helped avert a potential apocalypse. But now he was spent.
And it could be like this every time.
Alisa watched him, her face glowing with love and contentment. She had never felt so loved, so satisfied, so... human. After everything that happened, her life was finally perfect.
She snuggled into his arms. "I'm finally real," she cooed.
"You always were to me," the man assured her, kissing the top of her pink hair. "I love you, too."
"True love," she purred, resting her head on his hard chest, "that's what makes someone real."
End
Author's Notes: I originally gave Alisa purple panties but then I found some renders of her on deviantart wearing black and I liked the look so much I changed the story.
I wrote this because I wanted to see a story focusing on Alisa and there wasn't currently one on the site, if you'd like me write more with her, please let me know. Either way, please review!
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