Black Magic Woman

After the best - and only - [url=http://afwrpg.informe.com/forum/the-ring-f28/demand-match-adrian-knight-vs-makoto-takeda-date-night-t10656.html:28tbjf7g]date[/url:28tbjf7g] Mako ever had, she decided not to waste any time and bring him straight her apartment, only taking a little detour on the way there to makeout with a water fountain and replinish all the precious bodily fluids. A good idea, considering she found it highly likely that they would be getting up to more energetic activities once they had privacy.

Assuming her apartment didn't just scare Adrian away on entry, of course. That was honestly a bit of a toss-up, since the place wasn't in the best of shape at the time. It rarely ever was, but especially not tonight.

The night before, she'd had some of the gang over for a little party. Drinks, music, dancing, the usual. Twelve drunken Valkyrie girls under one roof was bound to start some trouble, and sure enough, a little brawl broke out. Glasses were shattered. Heads were smashed. A couple of the girls spontaneously started making out on the kitchen table. Good, clean fun.

Her apartment building was pretty rundown, in a shadier part of town where no one had the balls to call the cops, so the rowdiness didn't up with any of them staying overnight at the jail. But it did leave her apartment in less than a presentable fashion, and when she opened the door with Adrian behind her, it all came to light.

The sofa was overturned and nearly broken clean in half, the walls were riddled with fist and head sized holes every few feet, and the only real light source was a flickering lamp on the far side of the room. The TV had a large crack down the middle, which someone in her gang was going to pay out of their ass for as soon as she could remember enough of the night to pin them. Beer cans and bottle littered the carpet, which was heavily stained with all sorts of unidentifiable chemicals. The place had the pleasant aroma of liquor and pork rinds, hitting them both upon entry.

Ah. It was good to be home. "Watch your step." She nodded to Adrian as she started to make her way to the kitchen, skipping over some broken glass as she went. "Hungry?"

Again, not his first, but the first one he'd really enjoyed. None of the same old boring, mundane date shit. No...'Where'd you go to high school?' or 'What do you do for a living?'. Instead, those things were replaced by sarcasm, teasing, goading insults, and a sweaty hellish brawl. Most considered a physical fight a bad thing during a date. Most were missing out.

He didn't seem all that bothered by the state of her apartment. His didn't look quite so much like a warzone, but he wasn't exactly Mr. Clean. "Damn, looks like I missed the party..." He commented as he glanced around, brushing a hand over the crack in the TV. Granted, having dealt with the three Valkyries he already had... twelve would have been a recipe for disaster, he was sure. He imagined that situation to be like being the only guy thrown into a female prison.

He glanced back to her curiously as she spoke up again. Oddly enough, he didn't find himself all that hungry. "Nah, no thanks." He declined. "Kinda filled up on knuckle sandwiches before I came over." He added with a teasing smile.

She winced at his joke, chuckling at the silliness of it instead of the joke itself. "What was that, a pun? Weak." She started to move towards the fridge when she spotted a can of opened beer laying on the kitchen counter. She picked it up, gave it a little shake - half full. No sense in wasting perfectly good beer.

She took a glass from the shelf and started to fill it with ice, occasionally glancing back at him. "So." Mako shrugged and pour the can out, letting it cascade down the cubes for some decent foam. "I'm a little torn. First date, I'm not familiar with the proper procedure, maybe you can help me out."

She spun his way and started sipping, working up a decent buzz. Whatever was about to happen, it would help her ignore the pain enough to make the night work. "Do we fuck now, then talk, or do we talk now, then fuck? Or talk, fuck, then talk again? Or do you have no preference, either way?" She played it off like she was asking about the weather, completely mundane conversation, but underneath she was boiling with anticipation. Not just for the most obvious reason, either.

He smirked, eyeing her as if he'd taken offense to being called 'weak'. "Not gonna make me kick your ass again, are you?" He chuckled teasingly. Though, in his current physical state compared to hers, he'd probably be pretty much at her mercy. Then again... that could be interesting too, he thought. He watched her as she poured herself a day old beer on the rocks. That made him shudder a bit, but to each their own.

"I... guess I can try to answer." He chuckled, shrugging a bit. "Never really been the dating type, myself. All the pretense and other bullshit seems like more trouble than it needs to be." He explained before pausing to listen to her question. He'd wondered when she'd throw something at him out of left field to catch him off guard. Just like she did in their fights... and there it was.

"I guess... we do what feels right." He looked over her slowly, curiously. Trying to get a read on her body language... and maybe checking her out a little at the same time.

She finished drinking the beer and shook the glass around, letting the cubes clink while she digested that idea. "What feels right, huh?" She moved over to the sink and dumped the ice out, then tossed the glass in with a pile of its dirty brothers. "Don't generally do 'what feels right'. Prefer to just do what I like, right or wrong." She knew what he meant, of course, she just liked a good teasing, and he made quite the easy target.

She paused for a moment and looked out from the kitchen, mapping a course from the living room to her bedroom that didn't have them tripping over broken glass. It was tricky, but she could manage it. She gave a slight nod, then moved towards him, picking up speed with each step until she jumped up at the last moment before impact, wrapping her powerful legs around his waist to hold her place.

She caught him around the neck, circling her arms around it tight and pulled him with boa constrictor force, mashing their lips together like she was going to eat him alive. Her tongue roughly plunged into his mouth, smacking his own tongue around and daring it to fight back. She steered him back with each thrust of her hip, pushing him along the route she wanted. "Bed." She gasped, blowing hot air down his throat. "Now."

"Fair enough, I can respect that." He nodded in agreement, smiling a bit. Just another thing they had in common. He found he enjoyed this rough and tumble biker chick more and more. "So what would you 'like' to do?" He asked teasingly.

As she went silent, gazing over the battlefield that was her living room, he couldn't help but wonder what she had in mind. Though, if he knew anything about Mako at all, it's that he wouldn't be kept waiting long to find out. He pushed away from the counter a bit as she dumped out her ice and started approaching. But then she came in faster... and faster still. As she collided with him, he stumbled back a few steps and propped his hands back against the counter again to avoid falling over.

Before he had a chance to react, Mako coiled herself around him like a snake and squeezed a gasp out of him. Why she hadn't used more constricting moves like that was a mystery to him, as they'd been cripplingly effective so far. She was a lot stronger than she looked and he loved that about her. His breaths grew a touch more shallow as she crushed their bodies together with her powerful limbs. But as he recovered from that initial surprise, he kissed her back, his tongue meeting the challenge head on. As she ordered him on, he took a few steps that direction giving off a bit of a grunt each time she'd thrust her hips into him and each time she squeezed just a bit harder. But then he paused a bit and locked eyes with her. "Make me..." He replied with a sly, teasing grin.

Mako was just working off of smutty TV shows and every episode of Friction ever when she kissed Adrian. It was sloppy. It was dirty. It was rushed. But judging from the reaction, he wasn't complaining, and if he was even half as satisfied as Mako was, he was good enough. She rubbed her bare stomach along his, feeling those taut muscles pulse as she dug her pert and perky breasts into his chest. Virgin or not, it didn't matter. She was going to make up for lost time.

She growled into his mouth as he challenged her - she'd thought they would be making love, not war, but it seemed he had more than enough room for both. Fine. She wasn't about to get into hentai fighting like Divine, but that didn't mean she couldn't fuck as hard as she fought.

She powered down even harder on her legs and pulled back just long enough to drill him in the chest with a harsh jab, making sure it landed right on his chest. She didn't have any whips to prod him with, so she'd just have to make due with using her hands to give him the proper incentive.

It may have been sloppy, dirty and rush... but something about that just added to her charm. She was wild, feral. Downright primal in, apparently, everything she did. Fortunate because he was cut from the same cloth. His arms coiled around her, pulling her even closer as he felt the smooth skin of her abs rubbing up against his, the soft, yet firm breasts pressing into his chest. Finally, he broke the kiss, and leaned in to bite her neck, just hard enough to be painful, but to cause any harm. But rather to experiment a bit with her, finding out what she liked.

As his teeth pulled lightly at the skin at the base of her neck, but released as he felt the sudden increase in the constriction around his waist, forcing him to exhale heavily and almost brought him to his knees. His arms unwrapped her, moving to her thighs instinctively to pry against her grip a bit. "N-not...bad.." He wheezed out and once he recovered his senses a bit, he looked back at her with a smile... just in time to get punched squarely in the chest. He coughed and moved closer to the bedroom. He'd told her to make him, and she was rather proficient at providing that sort of incentive.

Mako had never been bitten before, at least not by someone who wasn't trying to beat the shit out of her. She liked it. "Harder!" She let out a pleasured gasp at the pain, enjoying this blissful mix.

She let out a low, throaty laugh as he started moving the way she wanted, heading towards the bed. It was her apartment, her castle, and damn it, she was going to assert dominance here one way or the other, even if she had to tear him apart to do it. She eased up on his waste a bit to reward him and send the message, loud and clear. Just to be sure, she verbalized it. "Don't do what I say, and it'll hurt." She pulled back into him, whispering into his ear. "Do what I say, and it'll hurt less."

She chewed at his ear, gnawing away while she felt something wet on her shoulder. Blood, from where his teeth had scrapped her skin as she pulled away. Didn't bother her. If anything, it turned her on more.

He grinned a bit, despite the intense pressure of her legs compressing his diaphragm, which he was finding he didn't mind so much. He was still breathing, at least. Once again, at her request, he dove in and bit into her neck, his teeth digging into the skin just a bit more this time. He held it there for a short while, as if he were a pitbull refusing to release the neck of it's victim from his jaws. Though, he finally did, resuming the maze-like trek through her warzone of an apartment toward the bedroom.

Despite enjoying every single moment being coiled tightly in Mako's embrace, he was surprised by how much it'd taken out of him. Granted, she'd held it quite a bit longer this time than the last. He began to realize what it was that she was doing, trying to exert her dominance. Perhaps it was because he'd won their fight and she wanted to win something back, or maybe it was because he was in her house, or the most likely, it was simply in her nature to be dominant. Feeling her breath hot against his ear, he listened as she whispered her threat. "Is that so?" He whispered back as a defiant grin spread across his lips. Though, he almost lost the thought when she nibbled at his ears, sending pleasurable chills down his spine.

They were almost to the bedroom, but as they began to pass through the door way he paused as his defiant nature recalled her threat once again. A threat he took as almost a promise of a reward for bad behavior. Instead of making the last few steps to the bed, he backed her up against the door frame and kissed her fiercely, purposely leaving her desired destination teasingly close. She'd made him work hard as hell for his victory. Only right that she should have to work for hers, he figured.