Life of a Wife | By : J-FSindel Category: +S through Z > Street Fighter Views: 11650 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chun Li lazily stretched out on her martial bed, enjoying the peace and quiet that only Bison’s absence could bring. She was eating strawberries that her so-called “babysitters” brought up and reading a romance novel as the sun stretched over the warm sky.
It was hot and Chun Li hated Thailand’s weather. Bison didn’t seem to give two flying fucks about it, opting to constantly wear his uniform, but Chun Li had to strip down to boyshorts and a plain bralette. It still wasn’t enough but Chun Li didn’t think being naked and in bed when Bison came home would lead to good events.
The heat was unbearable, making Chun Li opt to stay in bed as their bedroom was the only cool enough place she could withstand. Everywhere else was muggy and warm in the entire base and Chun Li didn’t want to wipe sweat off her brow every ten seconds.
The door opened, making Chun Li sit up a little. Bison strolled through before he paused, raising an eyebrow to his wife laying in bed.
“Didn’t I leave you in the exact same position this morning?” He queried, shaking his head. Chun Li frowned, setting her book down.
“No. I was pretending to be asleep when you left.” Chun Li replied back, making Bison roll his eyes. She could have sworn he muttered “Lazy girl” under his breath as he carefully hung his cape up.
She settled back into her book, getting to the good parts where the heroic lover was sweeping the heroine off her feet. The story had gotten up to the climax point where the hero was proclaiming his love for the sweet, shy heroine and the heroine had to decide to be with her lover or choose a life of obeying her father.
“Do not get food in my bed.” Bison interrupted her vivid intensity, “Or I’ll make you sleep on the floor from now on.”
Chun Li groaned. Mood ruined. She shut her book and placed it on the nightstand, licking the strawberry juices off her fingers.
“Bad day?” She questioned, “I mean, not that I care but...if you want to talk about, I can pretend to listen and say ‘uh huh’ a few times.”
Bison laid his hat on the rack, “Don’t steal my schtick, detective, when you drone on about something. Besides, I’m not concerned about my day. I’m concerned about yours. Are you really so lazy that you can’t find something else to do?”
“I’m sorry,” She made a grand, sweeping gesture, “Am I supposed to get a job? Wait for you by the door? Learn to crochet? You are the one who keeps me locked up in a base.”
“You could work for me.” Bison reminded her, making her tense up, “There are papers to push and things to sign, detective. Certainly would keep you busy and active. Plus, I can watch you more often instead of relying on your caretakers.”
Chun Li scoffed, “No. I have a little thing called ethics. Signing paychecks for assassins isn’t really part of that “live well” attitude I was raised with.”
“Your ‘ethics’,” Bison lamely air quoted her words, “Get fucked by me every night. So really, it’s a question of willpower now. And assassins don’t get paychecks; it would leave a paper trail. If you worked for me, you’d know that. Besides, I wouldn’t be stupid enough to let you touch my lucrative businesses. The last thing I need is to smoke you out as a mole when you put me to the various justice leaders of the world. I’d give you something nice and easy to handle.”
“How many things can one person own?” Chun Li groaned, watching him undo his shirt cuffs, “Your ridiculous ‘environmental protection group’ Ceasar? Buying up Amazon rainforest to put your new bases in?”
“No, dear detective.” Bison said, “I have a receptionist job you can do. You can take messages for me and get coffee for me. Maybe check my mail when it comes in. Easy enough, yes?”
Chun Li looked absolutely bitter, “So I’d have to be your wife 24 hours a day when I’m only having to do it when you’re here. No thanks. Hard pass.”
After unclasping his belt, he laid it on the dresser. Bison had pondered the idea of whether or not he would redress for dinner but he figured that he could spend the night in with his cranky little wife.
“We’re taking dinner here tonight.” He turned back to her, “I’m guessing you’re going to answer ‘make sure they don’t forget the poison’ or ‘eat a dick’ when I ask you what you want.”
She looked mournful, “Well, now you just took the fun out of it.”
“Good. Whatever I want it is.” Bison pressed his screen as one of his dutiful assistants appeared on screen, sitting at his chair, “Bring our dinner to my chambers. And liquor.”
“Yes, Lord Bison.” The assistant bowed.
“Wait, wait, I got it: Two quarts of bleach with those little umbrellas in it.” Chun Li suddenly interrupted, “Make it really fancy too.”
Bison sighed before turning to the assistant, “Ignore that.” He turned off the screen and looked hard at her, “Truly necessary? Also, a little late and derivative.”
Chun Li crossed her arms, “I’m not sorry. Also, I don’t want to have dinner here with you. Plus, you just yelled at me for eating in bed. And I’m not hungry. And also, a general ‘fuck you’, I guess?”
“You shouldn’t have spoiled your appetite.” Bison sat up from his chair, “And we’re not going to eat in bed. We’re eating like proper people. Not single girls who get so depressed that they sleep with wine bottles while they watch an entire television series in one night.”
“That better not have been directed at me, Bison.” She said defensively, “I binged watched streaming services like a lady back in the day. Couch, pizza, some cheap beer, and blanket fort with documentaries.”
“You’re just the fairest woman in the land.” Bison sarcastically quipped, “Men far and wide flocked to your stale pizza breath, unshowered weekend body, and empty beer cans on Saturday evenings, I can tell.”
The heat rose in her cheeks but Chun Li felt herself get way overheated from the temperatures. She had a funny response but instead, she had to fan herself from the sweat that was now beading on her head.
“This heat is unbearable,” She muttered, “Fine. You can have that one. But if it was cooler, I would have kept going.”
“Blame it on the heat. Of course.” He chortled lightly, “It’s hotter in the bed, detective. Why not come here and give your husband a kiss?”
“It’s too hot.” Chun Li complained, “Don’t touch me. I’ll have a heatstroke.”
Bison wished he was deaf. Every day since May 1st, she had been bitching endlessly about the weather. At first, he was slightly sympathetic as the jungle heat could be abrasive to newcomers. But now, he dreaded the very idea of discussing the weather with her.
“Drink water.” He said flatly. Chun Li tried to air out her tank top with no relief.
“Thanks for being helpful.” She muttered. Bison stiffened a little, holding his hands out as if he was asking for forgiveness.
“Sorry, dear detective. Drink more water and stop complaining.” Bison faked a sweet tone, “Was that better? Do you need me to offer a shoulder to cry on to?”
Chun Li groaned, turning over to face away from him, “I don’t know how you can stand this heat. I can’t even wear a t-shirt without sweating through it.”
Bison unbuttoned his shirt, “I’m just used to it, Detective. I grew up here. It’s just something one deals with.”
She buried her face into her pillow before pulling it back out, finding it too warm for her liking. Bison pulled off his shoes, getting into bed with her. He kissed her shoulder before Chun Li waved him off frantically.
“I already told you, it’s too hot for you touch me!” She whined again, “Ugh, God, you’re like 200 degrees too.”
Bison made a small face, sitting up to tower over her, “Petulant little girl. Why don’t you stop dwelling on something you cannot change and actually perform some activity today? I will not have a lazy little housewife.”
“I read in bed. That’s relaxation, not laziness.” Chun Li corrected him, making Bison scoop up her discarded novel. He scanned over her page a little, making him chuckle.
“A romance novel?” He teased, “These trashy little things? You really are a little teenager trapped in a woman’s body. You could just get the real thing from a real man, you know. You don’t have to wither away in some ridiculous novel.”
She tried to snatch the book out of his hand but he was quicker, keeping it out of reach.
“Just like a man to assume one would only read the lovemaking scenes.” Chun Li chided him, “It’s a good story and trashy or not, this author can write beautiful scenes.”
“Ahem, ‘She was swept away by his white hot lust like a sailboat in midst of a world ending hurricane’.” Bison read off a sentence, “Oh yes, this deserves a Pulitzer.”
Chun Li finally grabbed the book away from him, blushing madly. “You just picked the exact wrong sentence in the book. The rest of it is very well written.” She defended herself, setting it on her nightstand, “Besides, that’s better than what you come up with. ‘Petulant little girl’ and ‘Lazy housewife’ are so charming, I thought my panties would fly off.”
Bison rebuffed her criticisms, “Well, that is the truth. If you wanted romance, I can cough something up that’ll soothe your mood. It’s not hard, detective, to piece pretty words together. Quite sorry I can’t just conjure up a thinly held together plot device in some smut writing.”
She rolled her eyes again, laying back down on her side.
“Yes, cough something up like a hairball. That’s real romantic.” Chun Li caustically stated, “Ugh. It’s too hot to argue. I’m taking a cold shower. Don’t follow me because I will probably spend the rest of my life in there.”
“In that case…” Bison wrapped his arms around her, pulling back into bed, “How about I show you a good way to distract yourself from the heat? The only thing worse than a wife never leaving a bed is a wife never leaving the shower.”
She fruitlessly tried to kick him off, “It’s too hot! How many times do I have to say it?!”
He silenced her cries with a passionate kiss, caressing her bare thigh as she quietly moaned in surprised pleasure. Pulling her towards him, Bison gripped her posterior lower cheek and squeezed it in his palm as he started working on her neck.
“It’s too hot,” Chun Li complained again, responding to his kisses with some enthusiasm, “Come on, I want to take a shower…”
“The sweat should keep you cool, hm?” Bison suggested, his tongue lapping up her sweet skin. She tasted like fresh, ripe strawberries that had been warmed in the summer sun. Chun Li let his hands slip into the band of her boyshorts as she groaned in the intense heat of his passion.
“So hot…” She murmured, ripping off her tank top in an attempt to stave off her body temperature rising, “It’s too hot, Bison…”
Bison nipped at her breasts, tasting her warm body. Honestly, he could lay here, play with her tits until dinnertime and be totally satisfied. If her breasts were a religion, he’d be one very devout follower. He’d run the whole damn congregation.
His cock was hard as hell, demanding his attention. It just wanted to dive into her warm folds and stay there all night as she panted his name. The insistence of his member was loud enough that Bison almost tore off her fabric and sheathed himself inside of her right then and there.
However, Bison had great discipline and great finesse over his body. Her warm cavern would just have to wait a little bit longer. His mouth sucked on the skin under the breast, making her whimper with pleasure. Her hand went through the hair on the back of his head, stroking his neck.
That pushed his eagerness for her, leaving bright red hickeys on her beautiful breasts. His canines dug into her skin, just barely teetering on pleasure and pain. Bison heard her gasp a little, her hand gripping the back of his neck as a signal of contentment.
Now he could indulge himself a little. Bison undid his pants and kicked them off the side of the bed, kissing her hard on the mouth. He liked to tug on her feelings like fishing with a hook; gentle, hard, gentle, hard, then reel in.
Her hair was already sweaty and matted, making Bison think she looked a little bit like an exquisite concubine that laid in the bed of sultans and kings. Her breath was lamentingly short as her face flushed with fever.
“It’s so hot…” Chun Li fussed quietly, her hands trying to run the curve of his muscles, “It’s too hot, Bison.”
“Then get out of the rest of your clothes.” He suggested, helping her pull down her underwear. Flippantly tossing them aside onto the floor, Bison rearranged himself and pushed himself inside of her trembling, overheated body. It was so easy, he couldn’t help but think.
Almost immediately, he paced into his rough and hard rhythm as the bed shifted under his power. What Chun Li wouldn’t admit out loud was that Bison was no chump; he had the power and endurance to back up his skills. He was the biggest she ever had too so her tight pussy was conquered territory to him.
Her morals were bullshit he could fiddle with all day long when his cock was inside of her. Instead of the snappy, grumpy little wife, she would act like his favorite whore when she was warmed up like this.
“Oh God, how is your cock so good…?” Chun Li moaned, tightening around his thrusting dick as Bison kissed her neck.
“Is the heat making my little wife frisky?” He teased, “A little playful?”
She reached up and kissed his ear, letting her lips softly breathe into his earlobe. Bison felt her legs wrap around his waist, encouraging him take every part of her. He positioned himself so he could take her deep with every thrust he made.
“B-Bison…” She called out his name softly, “Please, it feels so good. How do you fuck me so good?”
Bison felt the urge to respond that how good was her ethics now that he was fucking her senseless but he didn’t want to ruin the moment. Besides, that comment could wait until after he was done screwing her brains out.
“It’s a gift.” He offered instead, “I suppose I’m burdened with great power.”
Bison felt her leg harshly rub up against him, giving him a subconscious implication that she was about to go off like a patriotic display of fireworks. He actually thought it was cute that Chun Li would try to hide her orgasms from him but she had tells, something Bison eagerly watched out for when he fucked her brains out.
It was a good thing too because Bison was close as well. He buried his head into her neck, nonverbally cueing her that he was about to give her a fresh coat of his seed. It was sort of unspoken that Chun Li had to dig her fingernails into his toned back when he was ready to go and he had to pull her hair when she was ready to go but there were things that the two picked up about each other.
The harder, the better. Bison had faint scars that perfectly matched up with her nails and Chun Li almost had a bald spot in her underhair she had to grow back for weeks.
Chun Li happily rode out her orgasm as she felt his sticky cum all over her inner thighs. Bison kissed her on the head, letting her pant like a dog in heat.
“Well, well. Look at you, my little detective.” He said, winking at her, “Maybe this heat wave is a good thing for us, hm? Certainly took an hour or so of our time.”
She was going to say something snarky in response but instead, Chun Li sighed and cuddled up to Bison’s bare chest.
“It’s too hot to argue.” She muttered, burying her face in his chest.
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