Inner Strength, Primal Instinct (BWA and SexyChick)

[BlackWingAngel]

With one blow, Adrian's world fell apart.

He had been training for countless years, learning and mastering the martial art of Muay Thai kickboxing while pouring blood, sweat and tears into the process. He felt stronger every day, defeated opponents left, right, front and back. His fists became faster, his kicks and elbow strikes more powerful. All of those years, all of those things accomplished... and he was still beaten. Beaten by a novice, a faker, a liar, a cheater.... no. That was all excuses. Adrian had been bested before his dream could be fufilled. Now, he was broken.

It was a hot, sunshine-filled Saturday in Los Angeles, a few months after the tournament.. As the defeated fighter wandered slowly through the city streets, signs of his defeat plagued TV screens and magazines everywhere. No matter where he went, a pair of eyes would always give him a look, mocking him, degrading him. Every second felt like eternal lifetimes, where the outcome was shame. "I honestly can't take this anymore..." He mumbled to himself.

Rounding a corner, Adrian paused. Before him, two choices were waiting for him in the street. The first was a local bar. He could drink his sorrows away, drown himself in liquor then cause some well-deserved havoc. The other choice was the local gym; with all this anger wanting out, what better place to do it? Looking between the two buildings, Adrian grumbled as he weighed his options.

Finally, with a sigh of defeat, he stepped towards the bar.

 

[BlackWingAngel]

"Whiskey. Jack Daniels, if you have it."

Adrian sat at the bar, waiting solemnly for his order. The bar was run-down, filled with one or two patrons almost every hour and it stank of urine. Not the best place for a fighter to be, but then again... Adrian was beginning to think he wasn't meant to be a fighter. Before this, he was aiming to become a doctor, or a police officer. However, his sudden obsession with the martial arts pulled him away from his studies and dragged him into learning Karate for the first time. Growing up, Adrian eventually joined a Muay Thai dojo right there in LA. That was when he heard about the annual tournament. That was when he chose to train like never before and have a shot at becoming champion. That was when...

"Here ya go. Four-fifty."

Adrian looked up at the bartender and nodded, handing him a five dollar note. "Keep the change." He said, before taking the glass and drowning half of the liquor down his throat. It wasn't long before he noticed the bartender still standing there, staring at him. "Yes?" Adrian asked, quirking an eyebrow. "Y-you're Adrian Samson! The fighter everyone was talking about!" stammered the bartender, who raised a meaty finger to point at his new patron. Adrian scoffed, raising his glass to his lips again. "Yeah? What are people saying?"

Before he could get an answer from the bartender, Adrian saw something in the mirror, a person who was watching him with observing, calm eyes. Placing the glass down, he turned on the stool and looked at the woman sitting nearby. Tilting his head, he tried to remember who she was. Then it clicked. "Lauren? Lauren Williams? What the hell are you doing here?"

 

[BlackWingAngel]

Adrian frowned at Lauren's offer, but took the time to size her up in the same way. She had the looks and the body of a goddess, but knew how to turn that sensual figure into a deadly and deceptive weapon. Already, Adrian could see the other men in the bar gazing at her curves, their lusts kicked into overdrive. Putting his glass down on the bar, the fighter slowly nodded, accepting Lauren's offer. "Alright. But, it's best if we talk elsewhere..." He approached Lauren at a non-threatening pace before leaning his head down to her ear.

"Mainly because I want to save you from wasting your strength on the pervs here."

Moving away, Adrian wandered over to the door and gestured to Lauren. "Ladies first." he offered, smiling handsomely. He began to wonder what kind of training Lauren would teach him. Surely, there wasn't another form he had to learn... right?

 

[BlackWingAngel]

"Of course I will. I need this more than anything."

As they walked the streets, Adrian noticed that they were moving further and further away from the gym. Hmmm... maybe she's taking me to a private training area? Looking at Lauren as she led the way, he quickly caught up with her sensual pace. "So... where are we going first? To a private dojo? Or just some peaceful location with waterfalls and the like?" he asked, smirking as he played with the potential outcomes.

As they walked past a TV store, the sports segment of a news program came to life. Turning his head at the screens, he watched through the glass as he saw his defeat repeated from different angles and in slow-motion. Waves of defeat flooded his mind, until an image of his opponent in his TV interview erased those waves altogether, replacing them with tsunamis of rage. Growling internally, he resumed walking with Lauren.

Whatever she was going to teach him, he would master it and finally defeat his rival.

 

[BlackWingAngel]

"Um..."

Sitting down, Adrian looked around the apartment, confused. Why did she bring him here? There wasn't any room to do anything!

"Uh..."

Why would she bring him here? Thinking about the past hour, he tried to piece the reasons together. Her appearence at the bar; the way the patrons drooled at the sight of her; the way she walked, the way she spoke... Looking over at Lauren, he raised an eyebrow. Then he saw it. Something about her was different, as if his presence here was affecting her body...

Finally, something clicked, forcing Adrian's eyebrows to shoot up instantly. "Oh..."

 

[BlackWingAngel]

"L-Lauren, I..."

The sudden mounting of his lap, with the gyrations of her hips and the seductively soft kisses, forced a moan out of Adrian's throat. He could not believe what was happening and was too stunned to do a thing about it. Feeling how close her lips were to his, he shivered, his cock pulsing and growing against her clothing-covered sex.

"Oh... my god..." he murmured, allowing his body to move. His hands went to her ass, resting upon the sexy curves before grasping them wantingly. Adrian looked deep into Lauren's eyes, feeling his lust growing as he gaze into those pools of hazel. "Please..." he whispered. "Teach me well..."

 

[BlackWingAngel]

As Lauren teased and played with his body, Adrian leaned up and kissed her lips lustfully. He could feel his will bend to hers, his muscular form wanting to meld against hers. He began to grind his hips in motion with hers, letting her feel the length of his eight inch cock. "Mmmm... I can do more than handle you..." Adrian heard himself say.

Leaving Lauren's ass, Adrian's hands roamed the exposed skin that Lauren's clothing didn't cover. He could immediately tell that she dressed like this for him, to let his mind drool under a wall of composure. Looking up at Lauren and grinning, his hands trailed their way until they rest upon her breasts, massaging and groping the soft mounds.

 

[BlackWingAngel]

With a happy purr, Adrian nodded. "Yes... Sensei..." he said, obediently grasping Lauren's breasts before planting his hungry lips upon the left breast. The taste of a fighter's sweat mixed with the taste of a woman's lust flooded his tastebuds, urging him to kiss her chest much more lustfully. Eventually, he lowered his hands, pulling Lauren in closer as he began to feast on her amazing tits.

"Mmmm... so... delicious..."

Gazing up at Lauren once more, he captured one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and licking it needingly. He wanted to see her reaction to this, to see if she was enjoying being in the arms of a warrior. His hips ground into hers faster and harder, his cock straining hard against the fabric prison of his jeans.