Risquesno prompted: Raphril - "Get your ass over here."

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"Get your ass over here!"

She cocked a hip to the side, a hand fisted on it, gave him her most contemptuous stare.

He stood glowering in a corner of the dojo, sweat pouring off of him, plastron heaving. She was panting too, her fair skin flushed from exertion and glowing, but still she preened.

"That's three to me," she said, nonchalantly examining the nails of one hand. "Wow, you're slipping in your old age, Raph."

He narrowed his eyes at her and growled. At twenty-two, he was hardly "old", but he hadn't counted on what a dedicated year of intensive martial arts training in Japan could do for her, or how furiously she would throw herself into the fight. To say nothing of being unable to anticipate how easily distracted he'd be by the long lean muscles of her body, the smooth and supple execution of flawless technique, the triumphant way her features lit up as she took every opening she got.

Plus, y'know, it had been a year.

Excuse him for thinking the first thing she'd suggest they do together when she got back would be something other than sparring.

"I'm goin' easy on ya," he snapped. It wasn't entirely untrue, surely? His mind wasn't totally focused after all. How could it be when her sweat- drenched sports bra so prominently displayed the rigid peak of her erect nipples, when her leggings so tightly hugged her thighs, revealing the v-shaped outline of her groin to tantalising effect. Not to mention how it smoothly clung to every curve of her ass. And it had been a whole goddamn year with nothing but increasingly steamy skype sessions to get him through. "And it's best outta eight and I've still got two to me. So get your ass over here and let's go."

Her pretty face still fixed with that infuriatingly contemptuous sneer, she sauntered to the middle of the mat and stood opposite him as he readied his stance and glared at her, willing himself not to be distracted by how bright her blue eyes were, or the trickle of sweat that led into the depths of her cleavage.

They bowed and it was on. He concentrated his focus, and permitted nothing but the wholehearted embrace of the fight to occupy his mind, she ceasing to be a tempting distraction of feminine charms and becoming only an enemy he must overcome.

It worked. He pinned her quickly, bringing them to a draw, and she bounded to her feet with a thunderous scowl, clearly determined to win. But he was flush now, not just with victory but with the reward victory could bring. Not wanting it to seem like he had only one thing on his mind after she had returned, he had agreed to spar with her, but being in close proximity to her body like this, watching it stretch and flex, the grunts and groans that filled the air as their bodies intertwined in complex strikes - it was causing a frustration to rise in him that abruptly seemed only to sharpen his focus rather than distract it, animal instinct taking over and mingling with his highly honed warrior's skills. She was not just an enemy now - she was a conquest.

She put up a terrific fight, but ultimately - he wanted it more. Wanted her more.

This time when he pinned her, he did not let go, and however strong and skilled she was as a fighter, she was still no match for the sheer power of his hands holding her arms easily against the mat. She struggled a moment and thrust up against him, trying to throw him off with her lower body, but he wouldn't budge and she gave him as fierce a glower as she could manage, her breasts heaving as she panted, her cheeks all red with her mussed hair adorable in her eyes.

"It's not over yet, Raph!" she snapped at him.

"Yeah it is," he muttered, as all the blood in his body rushed abruptly to his groin. "Best ya could hope for is a draw."

She pouted furiously and wiggled around below him, her groin tantalisingly rubbing against his lower plastron. "Best you could hope for, you mean."

"Whatever you say," he said hoarsely, unable to think of a witty retort. Fuck, he wasn't even going to be able to stand upright at the moment - he was practically light-headed and his tail was throbbing urgently. He slid a knee between her thighs and pushed them apart, his swollen tail suddenly exposed to the humid air between them, his sensitive cloaca tingling. April continued panting, she even tensed her legs in a show of resistance, but he wasn't fooled. She wasn't winded, not anymore, and the powerfully intoxicating scent that suffused his nostrils as her legs split apart was like a lure to the instinct-driven reptile that lurked at the back of his brain. Her eyes were glittering deeply, her lips parted as she stared up at him through lowered lashes, but still she furrowed her brows and struggled ineffectually against his grip.

He braced one powerful forearm across her shoulders, holding her down, then grasped the neck of her bra and tugged it down to expose an erect and slightly damp nipple.

"That's cheating," she moaned desperately as his mouth closed around it, the texture of hot, soft flesh against his tongue prompting his dick to finally slide from its sheath, swelling to full erection as it was released, hard as rock.

Again, April thrust up in a hilariously blatant pretence of resistance, even as her throaty moans echoed in his ear cavities and her hands gripped his shoulders and tugged him towards her and for the first time it occurred to Raphael that this had been her plan all along - drive him crazy with lust, drive herself mad with waiting. He nipped and flickered his tongue against her nipple and her grip on him tightened. He knew that when she was horny enough just toying with her nipples like this, softly and slowly, could be enough all on its own to bring her to climax and the quivering tenseness of her body beneath him indicated it was a high possibility right then.

The tip of his cock made contact with the thin cotton that shielded her pussy and they both groaned loudly with the torture of it. It was so delicious he did it again, then again, gently bumping his swollen cock against the damp material that impeded him, the tormenting hint of the deep, snug valley concealed beneath making him feel like he would lose his mind with desire as every inch of his shaft vibrated with the longing to plunge deep within her, the empty air that played along its sensitised length only further agony.

"Say you want it," he panted, lifting his head from her breast to stare hotly down into her flushed face.

She glared at him defiantly. "Admit you forfeit."

He groaned, squeezed his eyes shut and she rocked her hips upwards so that he felt the dangerous throb echo along his shaft. Fuck, no, after a year he was well and truly over cumming all over himself.

"Okay," he grunted through gritted teeth.

"Okay," she whimpered helplessly, and then he was grasping the waist band of her leggings and wrenching them down. She wiggled around to help him, the cotton maddeningly sticking to her sweaty flesh. He managed to get one leg out, after a brief wrestle where it caught around her ankle. He pushed her one-bared thigh to the side and churred loudly when his desperate cock slid through the heavenly wet folds of her swollen pussy.

April's back arched and she moaned to feel it and as he looked down at her, the lip caught between her teeth, the little furrow between her brows, the blush beneath her freckles and her fluttering lashes, he couldn't resist - even though he could hardly wait a moment longer - rubbing the tapered tip of his dick slowly, carefully against her clit.

April shuddered all over and sharply inhaled and he quickly pushed inside her as the convulsions of her orgasm began, her tight sheath rapidly clenching around him as her cries filled the dojo. After all this time, it was mind-blowing bliss and his vision swam as sheer euphoria encased his cock. He began thrusting, hard and fast, hooking his arms below April's knees so he could delve as deeply as was possible and April whimpered and moaned even as her pussy continued to twitch around him.

It didn't take long. He slumped down on her as his climax gripped him in ferocious pulses of pure rapture and he pumped what felt like the biggest load of his life deep inside her. April wrapped her arms around his neck and panted into his neck, trembling against his plastron as he rode out the tidal wave of his orgasm.

When it ebbed to a reluctant halt he lifted himself onto shaky forearms and finally kissed her and she sighed sweetly into his mouth and cupped the back of his head in her hands.

"You planned this whole thing, didn'tcha?" he said when the kiss paused.

In response, she burst out laughing, her blue eyes sparkling merrily, fingertips pressed coyly against her mouth. He tried his best to look pissed off, but considering that had been one of the most intense fucks of his life, he wasn't quite able to muster the requisite emotion to be convincing and found himself suppressing a grin instead.

April reached up and kissed him again, then pinched his cheek playfully. "Gotcha," she grinned.