The Queen of Iron Fist Tournament (iridium248)

[As Day Fades]

(This is a roleplay based in the Tekken world, and is likely to incorporate a number of extreme fetishes.)


...The Queen of Iron Fist?

It was amusing, in a sense. When it came to being the world's strongest you either were or you weren't. Period. Women were invited to participate in Heihachi's 'King' tournaments just as men were, and cross-gender matches were not uncommon. You were, or you weren't. Gender mattered not, at least not in Heihachi's eyes. To denote women into that second tier role would be a blow against the prestige of the title. He wasn't looking for the world's strongest woman with his tournaments, much as he wasn't the world's strongest man. He was simply looking for the world's strongest, whether it be male or female, whether it be a machine such as the Jack series or a trained, yet still wildly vicious bear.

But despite this envelopes had been delivered two months ago to eight women around the world, cherry picked from the most recent 'King' tournament to compete in the first ever 'Queen'. Emilie de Rochefort from France, young, prim and proper, with an elegant style to match. Zafina from Egypt, a light-skinned sort of shamaness. Christie Monteiro from Brazil, a brilliantly skilled capoiera fighter. The Williams sisters, Anna and Nina, bombshells with only the other rivaling their assassin abilities. Julia Chang, a naturalist from America with Native American ties. Ling Xiayou from China, beautiful and swift, honed beyond her years. And finally Asuka Kazama, his own granddaughter, rounding out the most elite women the world had to offer.

But to what end? ...They would find out soon enough. They would find out in time. The offer to whomever could claim victory in his 'King' tournaments was always grand, perhaps near mad, and assumption alone would be that the 'Queen' title would grant something equally prestigious. The invites had been delivered two months ago now, and it was finally time to see who would show.

The Queen of Iron Fist
November 11th
Bring only what you need to fight. All else will be provided.

- Heihachi Mishima​

It was to be held on the same tropical island that all other tournaments were, secluded and full under his control, isolated from the world by fields of sea. There was no government out here, no country that had power to step in. Heihachi here was law, until a day when one could unseat him by force.

It was finally time. It was finally the day, and Heihachi chose to spend it in deep meditation, dressed in a ceremonial robe in his dojo at the very center of the island. All afternoon helicopters had been arriving with the participants, one at a time lest any decide to start hings early. To further this precaution private quarters had been built for the women along a beach with a full mile distance between each guest house. They were designed identically, and in the style Heihachi himself preferred, traditional Japanese-style homes, straw mats and sliding walls, with numerous closets full of personally chosen clothing based on what he knew of each of the women. Each guest house was extravagant in design with no expense spared, rivaling hotels that might cost thousands for a single night's stay, though they intentionally paled in comparison to the grandeur of Heihachi's dojo.

Each home had a simple, hand-written note set on the table in the dining quarters, instructing its reader to pick from the vast, varied swimwear provided in their wardrobe and to report to the beach by dawn, to a circle of torches. One girl however had a second note left for her, a note set on a package, the box long and flat. His granddaughter, Asuka Kazama. Inside was a beautiful red lace teddy, the fabric a soft silk and completely sheer, tight around the chest and abdomen and billowing outward to a short skirt that only came a third of the way down one's thighs. The top stretched up around the neck with a small heart clasp in the back, shimmering with diamonds, a matching clasp placed between the top curves of the woman's backside. The note with the package stated she was to wear this, and only this, a potentially embarassing request as nothing for her lower half had been included, and she was to await her grandfather's arrival on the beach behind her new home.

 

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Bishamon Island, the personal, *private* retreat of Heihachi Mishima, was the closest thing to an earthly paradise- A beautiful gem of an island, with the golden sweep of a natural beach and the emerald waves of the forest...A eclipsed by his personal mansion looming tall and stately above it all, like a victorious fist thrust towards the heavens...

-It was, to put it simply, *impressive*.

On this day of days, the low drone of helicopters sliced through the serene tranquility of the island- The anoymous wasps darting through the clear, cloudless skies, each with a *very* specific destination...And a *very* specific cargo...

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Two left jabs short and fast, and then high right round snap-kick.

Swing the body low to avoid the first two and slam forearms into the thigh of the kicking legs. Counter with a right back fist and an uppercut with the left.

Take the impact on the left forearm, tighten up the body and spin with the force of the punch. Drop down and keep spinning, sweep the right leg out to the calves of the opponent...

-Or not. With a flare of blue, along with a brief, flailing moment of confusion, Asuka Kazuma yelped as she toppled, squarely on her nicely rounded behind with a low thud. "O-w-w-w..." she muttered, straightening- One gloved hand rubbing at the bruised portion of her anatomy, a long sigh rasping in her throat...

It wasn't any use. She still couldn't concentrate. She'd been thoroughly surprised to receive the invitation, two full months ago- Long enough to murmur "Queen of the Iron Fist?" before Xiaoyu was on the phone, wondering whether this was some kind of joke. It'd taken a while, but they'd agreed that the leader of the Mishima Zaibatsu, founder of the Tekken Force, *and* one of- if not *the*- greatest warrior in the world, probably didn't have much of a sense of humor.

The fact that he was supposed to be dead didn't seem to have slowed him down at *all*.

Asuka rose to her feet in a single smooth motion, the fluffy whiteness of her towel hooked around one slim, toned arm- She ran her fingers through her lustrous brown hair, momentarily lost in thought...Her eyes going again, for the umpteenth time, to the box she'd placed on the cool sheets of the bed, the slightest glimpse of gems and crimson winking oh-so-innocently in the lights...

She still wasn't *quite* sure that this- *All* this- wasn't some elaborate prank. Those full lips quirked in a smile, a mischievous glint in her eyes, as Asuka held the oh-so-scandalous crimson teddy in one hand, tossing it lightly...Her face coloring, ever-so-slightly, at the *thought* of wearing it- Before a low, long chuckle parted her lips! "Well now," Asuka murmured, almost to herself- Stealing a quick glance at the slow pendulum of the clock. It'd been some kind of mistake- Probably meant for one of the *other* contestants- but that didn't mean she couldn't...play along, for now, at least...

It was justtttt the slightest bit embarrassing, but she'd nursed an absolute crush on her grandad when she was just a little girl...He'd been so *handsome* then, though it'd absolutely infuriated her dad- But then again, *most* things infuriated him. Why should this be any different? Besides, if this was *really* Heihachi, it'd be chance for him to see how she'd...grown...

-And Asuka flushed again, ever-so-slightly, banishing that decidedly odd thought with a brisk shake of her head! With a flick of her wrist, she whisked the garment after her- The bleating of water on the shower's tiles, and the rush of hot steam punctuating her decision...

 

[As Day Fades]

They had all arrived.

No attendant came to Heihachi with this news; he simply knew. He had counted the whirling buzz of each helicopter as they arrived at the island throughout the day but even before that he knew. Only a fool would pass up such an offer as these women had been given, though they still had yet to be told what that offer even was. Only a fool would turn down the renowned Heihachi Mishima to begin with, even, or perhaps especially if they knew.

"It is time," he said, opening his eyes. Day had given way to evening, evening way to the beginnings of night when the warrior rose from his meditative crouch. Dressed in his usual attire, half ceremonial and half combative, for one should never dress in a way that restricted their movement ability, Heihachi wore loose, flowing, rich blue pants with a gold and black dragon stretching from one leg to the other. A similar gold and black belt, though this design a tiger stripe, held two swords at his waist, the first a katana for if a blade were ever to be needed and the second a shorter blade, its one and only duty to be used for when its bearer failed to a point where he could no longer honorably live, and needed to take his own life. Thankfully Heihachi didn't fail, his power, his money, his island an existing testament of that. Finally he wore thick wooden sandals on his feet and black armbands covering the length of his forearms. Aside from that the man wore nothing, his entire torso bare, bare and muscled, a wicked scar ever present at the center of his chest.

Heihachi dressed like this for all of his tournaments, right up until it was time for him to compete, at which point he changed into a black marital arts gi. But for now it would be this. When he felt it time, only the slightest bit of sunlight still on the horizon, the aging warrior stood from his meditative sit in the middle of the mahogany floor of his dojo at the island's center. One of the room's walls was completely removed, only columns existing every sixteen feet for support, allowing for a wide, picturesque view of part of the beach, and the thick forest from there to here. Heihachi smiled as he looked onward, recalling in a flash which was to be Asuka's. Third from the left. And so forth he went.

Traversing the depth of the jungle was a feat neither challenging nor time consuming for the man well into his seventies. Tigers and snakes, bears and packs of wolves, the beasts bowed to him whether ahead of time or by force. They had been included as an extra challenge to the women, as if they were so weak as to succumb to a stalking leopard or a hungry bear then they were not worthy of the gift they had been brought here to receive. Heihachi, for his part, knew every part of the woods like a man knew the crevices of his home, knew which route would be the fastest and which direction would take him to his granddaughter, a girl with no lack of beauty whom he held every bit of confidence would be waiting for him. His pace had been nothing short of a solid dash from the moment of setting foot beyond his dojo, and as he emerged from the treeline to step out onto the beach his chest was rising and falling with only a slight harshness to his breaths. Ha. Seventies indeed!

How long had it been since he'd seen her? Too long. Too long in person, anyway. He was well aware of Asuka's beauty, that very much the reason she had been left a personal gift. That very much the reason he visited her at her guest house tonight instead of any of the other stunningly attractive women. Spies were everywhere. Cameras were even more places. He was well aware of many things about each participant invited, his granddaughter's voluptuous, womanly form amongst an elite few thoughts often at the forefront of his mind.

And now came the time to again wait. All that he had done so far, there would be a little more still, as he saw Asuka had not yet taken to the beach as her note instructed. Did she decide against such a forward, blunt request? Did she even show up? ...Of course she would have. And of course she would come. When Heihachi reached her home he walked right past it, past it and to the beach where he would wait standing at the very tip of the tide. Arms crossed along his chest, muscled back facing the back of the extravagant home, the eccentric billionaire gazed out at the coming moonlight upon the waves as he waited. Patience was one of many things he could afford; not even time would bring about his death, as many often hoped.

 

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The raw, untamed jungle bordering the island was a sweltering thicket of green, the lush foliage creating an almost tropical heat, the smothering air prickling sweat across Heihachi's scalp- The aromatic resins of the evergreen scrub casting a shimmering haze in the air, one that lingered at the very edge of the treeline...

In sharp contrast, though, the golden arc of the beach was a breath of fresh, crisp air, tinged with the bite of salt and spray...Far, far beyond, the ruddy orb of the setting sun glowed redly against the sky, slow fingers of cloud twisting to follow its stately descent. It'd been a *hot* day, and the golden sands were warm underfoot, smoldering with stored heat.

-Now or never.

In an ironic echo, Asuka had spent the intervening time in...contemplation, though that might've been the wrong word to use for the strange, formless thoughts that'd raced through her mind, bringing a slow, spreading *heat* to her lovely face, a flutter to her stomach...As if she knew something, or anticipated something that she wasn't *quite* ready to acknowledge, *just* yet...

The lacy softness of the crimson teddy touched her in odd places, as sleek as a second skin, molding oh-so-perfectly to the lissome curves of Asuka's form, the hem whispering against her bare thighs as she took the first steps out from her luxurious quarters, her arms clasped demurely behind her back...An odd spark of excitement dancing in her eyes, as sand crunched underfoot, toward the figure silhoutted against the evening sun...

The distance suddenly seemed very, very far...Those soft brown eyes widening, ever-so-slightly, a light gasp to her throat as she laid eyes on Heihachi for the first time in years. Not for the *first* time, Asuka felt decidedly...*underdressed*, all-too-conscious of the silky lightness of the fabric against her flawless skin. In this she could perhaps be excused- It's hard *not* to feel just the slightest bit uncertain, even *vulnerable*, when meeting one of the most dangerous men in the world...

Heihachi Mishima, in contrast, looked like he might know of uncertainty and vulnerability by reputation, but had never met either face-to-face.

One hundred eighty-eight centimeters of muscle and stone. Absolutely still. Absolutely relaxed. From his attitude, the gi he wore might have been body armor. For a long, long moment Asuka paused, basking in the odd serenity, a breeze ruffling her glossy brown hair- Then, her voice clear, strident, just the hint of a smile on her face, she said:

"Hello...Grandfather. It's been a long time, hasn't it?"

 

[As Day Fades]

And there she was.

He knew it from the moment she exited her new beach home, though Heihachi had kept his back to it, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes to the crashing waves. You didn't live this long, not with this many enemies, without having to train your ears to pick up every slight detail about every minor thing. Not only was she approaching him on the beach, but the light sound of her feet when she left her house before stepping to the sand signified that she had indeed dressed as requested, or at least similarly light. Good. This caused the older man to smile. Letting a length of time pass before he acknowledged his granddaughter, he replied with a strong, "Good!" followed by, "you came."

Turning, Heihachi's body often resembled that of the animal he often wore on his attire. A tiger in every sense, he was beyond strong, beyond intimidating, yet not clumsily so, retaining a grace about his movements that seemed to ignore his age, as if he could strike with the utmost ferocity at any given moment. The steps that separated them in the sand were few, and from the moment he turned to the moment he was face to face with the young woman, literally inches in front of her, Heihachi's gaze had been only for her eyes. For now. "It has been very long indeed, Granddaughter." A smile. "You do great honor to your lineage by proving strong enough for such a tournament as this. I have hand-selected the top eight women in the world, and you would not be among them for blood alone. Though," and at this he had a brief paused, a sneer overtaking the disappeared smile, "Kazama... tch. Do you really think you get your strength from there?" Asuka Mishima would be far more appropriate, he mused. "I had hoped you would rid yourself of such a name long ago."

A few more seconds of pause. Breathing in. Breathing out. Heihachi stared his granddaughter in the eyes, his harsh expression gradually fading to find a slight smile once more. The wind beating on the beach was the only sound for a few moments, then.

"Though you have proven wise enough to accept my gift," the seventy year old said, reaching a strong palm up to caress up Asuka's side. It started first at her thigh, moving up to her hip, dragging the red silky teddy up with it to expose her lower half entirely to the night. Heihachi didn't look however, his eyes set firm on hers. As his hand moved upward the fabric fell back into place, the single hand moving up Asuka's ribs, and to soon cup her left bosom firmly in his right hand. Palming the firm, supple skin through the sheer fabric, this was a part of a woman, he thought with a smile, which would stay that - womanly, tender and soft, no matter how strong the rest of her body might be. "You did not have these when I saw you last, Little Asuka..."

"Or this," he continued, his smile turning to a firm grin as his hand left her breast to travel downward, down the front of her lingerie. Down across her firm, flat abs. Down to her crotch. Slipping beneath the fluttering fabric, his fingers cupping his granddaughter's bare vaginal lips in his palm. "It wasn't like this, was it? You feel so... ready now."

He was going to have sex with her. Consensual or rape, he truly didn't care. Pulling his palm back from her warm, moist folds, Heihachi stood there with a look of arrogance on his face, the epitome of confidence. He was a man wel accustomed to having anything he wanted. Right now he wanted his own flesh and blood.

"Offer yourself to me, Asuka." A pause. "Remove the last of what you wear and make it clear I may take you as I wish from now on." Clear to herself; he needed no such permission. "...Do not be shy about it."

 

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A soft, taut *gasp* sawed in Asuka's throat, her brown eyes going *very* wide as he touched her, his strong hand *very* warm on her hip! "Oh-" she began, at that intimate contact, almost *unbearably* hot...Her lips moved, but she couldn't seem to think, to phrase the shock she felt! "W-what are you~" She murmured, her voice low, disbelieving- wondering distantly if this was some kind of *joke*, some dream...

-She remembered joking about it, with Xiaoyu; "Ah, maybe he's looking for a bride~" the Chinese girl had said, in that innocently cheery tone of hers...Asuka had chuckled, just a little; "-Him? He's too old, after all~ And then why's he's inviting *me*?" They laughed about that, together, and she'd thought it made a perfect retort- But *now*...

"Wait...Nnnnnn~!" Asuka gasped, that lissome form shivering at his touch, an electric thrill jolting up her spine as those strong, *masterful* fingers cupped the perfect peach of one full breast, kneading the soft, supple flesh...She could feel herself *respond*, on a deep, primal level, the lovely fighter's lips parting; There was a low murmur of protest, of course, but there wasn't any strength in her voice...And her gaze never left his, as she realized, belatedly-

-He's *serious*!

Her own grandfather- A man more than *three* time her age- *wanted* her, as a woman...And to her own surprise, that thought wasn't repulsive or frightening, but...*thrilling*. The realization was like a shot of brandy- warming, spreading a heated glow through her limbs, muscles and skin tingling! Her gaze seemed deeper than ever, as his hand delved between those smooth, sleek legs...grazing against the neatly-trimmed thatch of her nether curls...to encounter *warmth*...And then a wet, creamy heat.

"Mmmmmm~" that low, sensuous sound left Asuka's lips as her knees buckled, just a little, acutely aware of how sensitive her body felt, how her blood seemed to sing in her veins, calling to it's own! The ocean breeze made her shudder, as the silky fabric of her garment rasped against her hot skin...

-Somewhere, reason wailed a plaintive cry...That this was *impossible*, that this couldn't be *happening*, that he was her own *grandfather*, and she should run- Just *run*, or fight, or wake up...But slowly, with a sensuality she'd never known, her slim but strong fingers slipped the straps of the lacy red teddy down her shoulders...The fabric sighing as it slithered down her sleek curves, then long, toned legs- Pooling in a silken puddle at her feet!

For a moment, the only sound was Asuka Kazama's breathing, sweet and low, rising into *pants*- A slow, how color spreading in her lovely face, as she stood before him, her arms demurely folded across her chest...Then drawing apart, the fading light limning her silhoutte, glistening off her skin! The sand felt *very* warm underfoot, as she stood there, for a heartbeat...

Then- "*Yes*~" she whispered, the words low, lilting...And smoldering with desire. With that same, dreamlike haze in her brown eyes, she prowled towards him with a tempting sway of her hips, her tongue darting over her dry lips- "-I *do* want you..." A shimmer of heat seemed to lift off her skin, glistening in a thin sheen of sweat- Her hands rose, to caress that lined face, seemingly mesmerized by their sheer proximity...Intoxicated by what they were about to *do*! "I've waited...so *long* for you to make me..." And her voice trembled, savoring the heady words, her mind churning- "*-yours*.

It was as if *that* had sapped all lingering restraint...Her eyes squeezing shut, Asuka's tipped her head back, her face rising to meet his, *pressing* that supple young body up against his, with a deep, shuddering *gasp* as their bodies met!

 

[As Day Fades]

Did she understand what this meant, what it meant to be 'his'? It was sex. It was lusty, incestuous, constant sex. It was more than that, though. None of the women yet knew the reason behind this tournament, the reason they were all here. They were here to compete, yes, but for what end? Asuka would be his no matter which of the eight won. A young woman still, she would remain on this island regardless of whether she won or lost. She would be a sexual object, always on her grandfather's arm, always on her grandfather's dick. Bearing his children - child after child, for years to come.

He hadn't been very clear, he knew. When the tournament was over he would explain to her in more detail, explain to her why she could not leave.

For now he simply watched her with no shame in his eagerness, enjoying her curves with his eyes, craving her femininity with his loins. Heihachi stood firm as he watched his granddaughter mull over the decision so very briefly before giving in, animal lust in her eyes, a red lace teddy at her feet. Grinning, he allowed her to press herself up against his form before moving to react.

The patriarch's strong, powerful arms wrapped around her muscled, yet still gorgeous form, hugging her erect nipples away from the cold and against his chest, urging her needy crotch to his hard, ready own. He looked down to his granddaughter's eyes, her lids closed, and the lips she held pursed - but didn't kiss her just yet. Grinning, "You have waited long, have you?... ... ..." Kissing her, he finally leaned in close, exhaling hot, hungry breath against her supple lips, his arms tightening hard around her back as he let his lips linger. The next few moments seemed to meld together for him, each kiss firm, each coming intense, a thick white mustache brushing back and forth against her cheeks.

"I have waited since your youth, little Asuka, for you to be ready for me in both body and mind."

Heihachi's strong, firm hands were not the least bit shy in grabbing her body, muscled arms squeezing tight around her sides, palms sliding in separate directions, one up the right of her back and between her shoulders, the other down between her cheeks to then cup Asuka's left, spreading them slightly as he squeezed. Like this he held her firm, held her strong body against his even stronger, encouraging her form to meld against him as he kissed his own flesh, as he kissed his own blood, as he thought nothing wrong of it in the least. A strong, pleasured grunt came from between Heihachi's lips, against hers, the sound escaping as he tilted his head to kiss Asuka again. They had crossed a point of no return already. He was too aroused, too needy of her, something Asuka had surely felt by now. Should her courage falter, she had already given her grandfather to take her as he pleased.

Gripping her firmly to his chest with those large, powerful arms, Heihachi leaned back a moment, lifting her feet off the sand with it. Still kissing, moving his tongue between her younger lips, Heihachi's hands moved about her back as he held her slightly aloft, letting her lean against him. One hand moved from Asuka's shoulders to the very center of her back, holding her close as the other moved down the back of her bare buttocks to the just as bared leg, down her thigh, his strong touch guiding that leg to wrap around his side. Leaning forward, Heihachi dropped to his knees in the sand before laying the woman out on her back - for no matter their relation she was still very much a woman, and if she wasn't yet then she was about to be.

His other hand moved to grab Asuka's other thigh, guiding that too around his waist. Heihachi's hungry lips abandoned hers to search instead around her neck, along her throat, his breath heady, his eyes greedy, pinning her buxom body down against the beach. With her body guided around his he was perfectly poised now to take her fully, an opportunity he seized with some degree of eagerness. No foreplay. No fooling around. Heihachi grabbed at the front of his ceremonial pants, a rich blue with a gold and black dragon, pulling the gorgeous fabric over the hump of his crotch to reveal the very proud erection she'd have no doubt felt pressing up against her this entire time.

"You've waited so long, you say," he whispered, hot breath dancing along her skin. The waves on the shore nearby provided an interesting backdrop of scent and sound that Heihachi was far too caught up in the moment to appreciate. Instead he traced his lips across her neck, intoxicated by the mixture of respectable strength and gorgeous femininity. "Tell me more..."

His hips thrust forward. Hard. Deep.

This wasn't about gentleness, about a tender first time. She was being claimed. Her body was being made his.

 

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"I have waited since your youth, little Asuka, for you to be ready for me in both body and mind."

Those heady words made Asuka *gasp*, just once, a taut sound in her throat, as those corded arms encircled her lissome form in a forceful embrace~ A heartbeat before Heihachi's mouth...Her *grandfather's* mouth...closed her on hers! Her tanned, toned skin prickled, at the brush of his whiskers, full lips parting obediently as his tongue slipped into her mouth, sliding over her own; Their tongues duelled, as she leaned *into* that long, *hot* kiss, returning it with equal fervor!

The stiff, rosy peaks of Asuka's nipples *ground* against his chest, as proud swell of her bosom pressed up against him~ It felt like fine sandpaper against the sensitive nubs, the rough *friction* stimulating them as she writhed, giving herself over to the kiss; She could hear, distantly, the hungry slurp, feel the thin trickle of drool, in faux-hunger, down her chin~

Those long, coltish legs rose to wrap around his waist, doing her level best to press every *inch* of her supple form up against his powerful one! Asuka's pulse thundered in her ears, as the sheer taboo of what she was doing- Fascinated, rather than appalled, by the sheer *physicality* of the man...And Heihachi was very much of a man.

Her eyes squeezed shut, droplets of sweat glistening like dew in her brown hair, Asuka *felt* rather than heard his pleased grunt, the sound seeming to reveberate through her in a taut shudder- And she couldn't help but *moan*, at the feel of his cockhead, brushing against her damp petals...The rasp of fabric against her hot skin almost *unbearable*...

Then she slipped to the golden sands, as his mouth moved to the sleek curve of her neck, making her head loll back in bliss~ "Mmmmmm!" Asuka gasped, her eyes going *very* wide...Electricity crackled through her nerves, at every touch, every caress across her lissome form, wonderfully, achingly *sensitive*! Flat on her back, now, a sensual shiver rippled through her form at the prickle of cool air~ Pinning her with the illusion of complete, submissive helplessness, though her gaze, locking with his, was hot enough to melt a glacier.

A powerful shift of Heihachi's frame, an adjustment of the angle just so even as she was raised up to the perfect height; the bulbous, blunt head of his cock dragging against the weeping flesh of her open and ready sex between her thighs. Flesh caught against flesh, the soft kiss of her opening holding his erection right there, perfectly aimed. A moment, as he *held* her poised, without so much as a hint of tremble in those powerful muscles, letting it stretch out even as her muscles trembled and writhed in anticipatory ecstasy-

-And with a smooth, sure thrust as he pressed *in*, spreading her open on his cock!

Her legs locked up and over his waist, the soft, hot junction between her thighs open and defenseless, Asuka's surrendering flesh traced the bumps and contours of her grandfather's phallus as it slid itself into her, inch after agonizing inch, penetrating this wonderful, tight cunt! "Ah! Ah! AAAAHHHHH!!!" a hot cry burst from her lips as her back arched, eyes going wide, her hips slapping against his- Hands going to her mouth, breath coming in white clouds as she tried to stifle her screams, quaking visibly at the fullness within her, body going taut at the strain!

There was a flicker of pain- and a hot, coppery trickle down the inside of her clenched thighs- and Asuka *flushed*, a low "Oh~!" teased from her core at the knowledge that he'd *claimed* her...The respite was only brief, as Heihachi stabbed forward again, sheathing more of his cock inside the lovely fighter, his rutting movements pinning her against the sands as his body loomed powerfully over her. This was only the start!