A Siren's Domain (For Scourger)

Adama would admit, despite her extensive practise in the way of martial arts. Namely that of Aki-Jiujitsu she'd never actually spent time in a proper dojo. She learned on the go with her mentor and actual grandfather Azrael, when they stayed in a place for more than one day he'd teach her katas, ways to counter the opponent, how to lock in a submission hold and how to cope when the opponent was defeating you and how to not panic. 

The siren of the sands had gone from an urchin that clawed herself out of squalor to an impressive martial artist that could dispatch foes with grace and serenity that only one that survived the harsh desert sands and cold nights could do so, after her grandfather had returned to her the pair had taken roots in Japan. With them finally opening a dojo, to pass on the teachings of Aki-Jiujitsu! Already they had gotten students, 20 or so to start small. They were all sorts, but one in particular was the stand out and it wasn't Adama. But rather her boyfriend Daichi!

As part of a publicity stunt Daichi had stood outside the dojo, clad in only a gi who proclaimed he was a student of the martial art which allowed even a petite girl like himself to leave opponents defeated. Okay Daichi actually just locked himself out of the dojo one time dressed in his gi while trying to get people to help him out with some new clothes but Adama's grandfather took the chance and ran with it to get more publicity out there. Eventually the class was formed and the students were learning well. Currently the weekend class was beginning, the dojo was just one large room tastefully furnished with a back area to store mats and a bathroom with windows seeping in daylight for the people.

Azrael would stand before all the students, to help build discipline all were sitting in the kneeling position. Adama was at the front with her femboy toy likely behind her, the white haired waif was dressed in a fairly tattered gi. With a black shirt and several layers of tape to help slim down her usually ample bounty of breasts, she swore they had been growing bigger recently and they often felt so damn sensitive for no reason! Regardless Adama's bare feet were tastefully on display as she kneeled, in fact she had shuffled herself just enough that she could reach out with her right leg and poke Daichi's knee with her toes in a playful manner. Her grandfather would say to the class "Before we begin today's lesson, Adama, Daichi. Step forward please."

Inwardly worried that she'd been caught out Adama would blush but then nod and stand up, the cat that she adopted gave a little meow as it perched upon the windows nearby. Dressed also in a gi to bolster the mascot role. Adama would stand in front of the class and would look at her boyfriend before her grandfather went on with "I'd like the pair of you to spar, so that the students can witness the progress the first two pupils of mine have made. So that they can aspire to it! Simply duel until you've had enough, make sure to not get out of hand however. Begin when your ready.........."

Adama would look right at Daichi, then smirked. Something about seeing him in a martial arts uniform just made her intrigued and keen to grapple with him. Sure he might have won the first time they ever met, but Adama had been practising some tricks for the second time round when it happened. She bounced lightly on her petite feet to get the blood flowing and waited for his reactions to it all........

Oh boy, it's been more than a year since Daichi began his way in the rings of AFW, and what a year that was. He still remembered vividly his first match ever. How could he forget? It was the time that he met Adama Saadia (He still isn't able to pronounce her last name correctly) he was able to prevail and defeat her. It was quite literally the battle of pure talent vs experience, and he knew at that moment that he didn't deserve that win as much as his opponent, so he went by to say hello and try and learn some more from her. From that decision a friendship was born that quickly blossomed into love.

The first time that Daichi, an odd young man with the face of a porcelain doll and hair like chesnut that arrived to his not-so-broad shoulders when not tied up, ever loved anyone in such a way and it wasn't hard to tell that the same was true for the young lady. He's never been a romantic type, mostly because romance wasn't something that he saw in his future, but it appeared that his goofiness was just enough to charm the siren, just like her eyes were enough to make him stare for hours. Just a few months ago, their developing relation was momentarily interrupted when a man came from far away... An old martial artist that trained Adama and cared for her during her childhood came to let her know that their actual bond was from blood. A strange day that was.

Daichi could have felt a lot of ways about that, but honestly, the situation made him feel glad for the ashen-haired judoist. If anything, he knew just how essential family was, and not having one was not a thing he wished upon anyone, especially for someone who became precious to him. When the old man came to him and expressed his desire to be there for her by opening up a dojo to pass his teachings, the androgynous lad was all but eager to help in anything he needed! Money wasn't a thing he had enough to brag about, so the help he did provide was about lifting the furniture that today surrounded the place, as well as clean it up in his spare time with his girlfriend and sensei-in-law (yes, he's been calling him that). One time he did pull a publicity stunt! He totally did that and not got left outside with all his stuff inside and with only his uniform and barefeet against the sun-heated pavement... It did work out in the end, because some people actually came back for the classes, but to this day some of them still believe he lives outside of the dojo in the streets...

And that amounts to the present! Things have been going a lot smoother for the petite brunette now that the dojo was properly established! Azrael-sama was close and bonding with Adama like she deserved, the couple got to resume their loving relation from where they left off. Daichi finally got to rescue a kitten from the streets and give it as a gift to his girlfriend and her grandad, his mom's allergic to animals, so having K.P. (Kitten Princess) stay with them felt only natural. Daichi was truly happy, now that he and Adama even managed to help each other out in getting stronger for their jobs as AFW wrestlers! Curiously enough, Adama sort of always looked on edge every time they were sparring, as if she was containing herself or something...

Case in point, just while the weekend class started without any novelty whatsoever, Daichi sat on his knees right behind Adama while she kept poking his knee playfully with her bare toes "Stooooooop!" The boy got visibly flustered at her constant teasing, even whispering for her to stop doing it, not like he was devoid of any fault, after all, he positioned himself there to get some occasional looks at her figure from the back clad in her white gi...

Azrael talked spoke their names, making him yelp before standing up and stepping forward just like he asked, red with shame that he was about to reprimand them for their attitudes... Lucky them, that wasn't the reason at all, they were called for a demonstration sparr. The old master wasn't suspicious, but he might have been thrown off by how Daichi exhaled in relief...

Holly crap! That was a close call... He thought to himself.

The sparr, right. A bit more relaxed, Daichi relaxed his shoulders, looking at his dear opponent with those emerald-colored eyes of his. He would stretch his arms and  legs, moving them in circles as he prepared, the sleeves from his gi waving around gracefully, revealing his lean, slightly muscular arms and his smooth and thin thighs while his uniform danced around by how little even the smallest size fit in his body. The audience made up entirely of students all clapped to both star pupils, way more collected than anything he's seen in the wrestling arena. But even there some actually cheered in low voices, whispering to themselves. It looked like not only Adama's got a small fan club, but also he got some of the attention from the apprentices, a good part of his followers were man, strangely enough, some even asking him if he had an Instagram or something... The boy gave them a toothy grin and a small peace sign as he got in a fighting position.

Adama was a skilled opponent... many times they have practiced, and many times she caught him in several holds that she would explain to him in detail for him to learn, some others she would keep him in... not so family friendly positions that she would keep for an extra second or two... Those were the times she looked uneasy. And right now he was trying to focus on the exercise... And looking at her dressed up in that uniform that would turn crazy any Street Fighter fan like himself made it very hard for him to get a good grip... Let's just say that she filled it way more than he could, and the bouncing from her chest area only confirmed it...

...The point was that, any time he launched himself head-first towards her were all likely to end with his face pressed against the ground (or against something else) and he would much rather avoid that in a room full of people... "Ready or not~" The petite enforcer would try to run for a quick tackle, except his real plan would be to catch on of Adama's legs with his hands and lift her up to force her down, simple and easy, he hoped...

Adama hadn't said a whole lot today, truth be told her mind had been in a sort of haze towards her boyfriend. It was the kind that came about whenever she tried to doll herself up for him, the want to be sexy more or less. It had been coming up more frequent as of late, since last week actually when Adama felt her breasts start to grow again. She swore they were getting more and more sensitive as of late too, Adama tried to solve this by keeping her chest as free to breathe as possible. Yet dojo etiquette demanded that she properly cover herself up, having to tape her chest down as best she could else her bounties of the sand would just get in the way. However the white haired waif had a smile on her face as she had prodded her boy toy with her foot, the pair often tried to do things like this when their authority figures were around, they likely would be fine with most displays of affection but Adama wanted more if her feet action was anything to go by~

As it stood however Adama would eye Daichi up and down and said "Oh I'm ready Dai~ Hope you've paid attention in class~" Adama then entered her traditional pose, as fluid and as relaxed as breathing the white haired maiden was all set up and keen to get ready. Daichi put his petite frame to good use, darting down and snapping at the toned legs of the siren. Rather than being too surprised however, Adama was in fact a little bit proud of the femboy. One of the tenets of Aki-Jiu Jitsu was to be adept at taking the opponent to the ground and Daichi performed that takedown well by flipping Adama right onto her back as she let out a loud yelp.

Then after landing her back on the mat Adama promptly went into action, she was a shark on the mat and Daichi just threw her right into a big pond of water. She'd make eye contact with the femboy and knew what she must do, in private he might have gone for a swift tickle attack on her perfect soles yet in front of a crowd he'd have to try and fight proper surely. And so would Adama. She'd swiftly yank her leg out of his grip and slip her legs around his, followed by grabbing his gi top on the way down to trap him into a classic full mount! Whereupon Adama would look at Daichi and should the femboy gaze into her amber eyes he'd see a sort of hunger within her, that was then followed by then trying to simply roll around with him on the mats. Adama didn't have a general direction right now, she simply wished to spend some nice intimate time with him under the pretext of a sparring session at the moment~

Simple repetition, that's how Daichi managed to learn most things Adama shared with him, mostly because he was a big clutz that couldn't do elegant stuff besides sing. He was genuinely interested in learning from his new masters, for his own sake and to be a better wrestler that wouldn't be as boring to see in the ring every time... Self-confidence aside, he really tried his best, and as such he actually managed to get a hang to it! She also got his full attention all the time, that helped as well.

Case in point, he managed to hook one of the siren's thick thighs and make her fall on her back. A part of him wanted to get playful right there~ But all of the eyes were on them at the moment, so that was going to be something for later, right now they had a demonstration to make. Daichi looked down at Adama, giving her a playful wink with those deep-green peepers of his, her own golden orbs sent him a dose of blood that presented itself in his blushing features... And a bit more in another not-so-visible place. He really, really, REALLY wanted to go and kiss her cute nose, or anything else. God, he hoped that the others didn't caught up on just how thirsty he was at the moment.

"Wanna go take a walk 'round town with me, my fair Princess?" He said teasingly, probably managed to take a giggle from the students looking, or some eye rolling at his apparent cheesy one-liner. Truth be told, Adama would know that it was something more, given that he always calls her "Princess" and he' done it ever since their first date were they played on the idea of a fairy tale, with a carousel trip and everything. Once he began to roll around with the white-haired fighter, the femboy (only she had the permit to call him that) made sure to disguise a few kisses to her neck and face in the shape of struggling against her grip.

It should be noted that by this point his mind was mostly gone astray, no longer with the fight in mind, if she wanted, she would be able to easily take the lead in this little "walk around town" and beat him one more time like all those sparrings they had in the past.

Adama had seen that Daichi could apply himself to the martial arts with discipline, it had been.......rough going at first. Mostly due to his gentle nature, plus Adama suspected he might have been afraid of injuring his sparring partners. Which was a valid concern, Adama had pulled her leg muscles more than once in the past. Regardless once Azrael himself offered to be grappled it was fine from there, the man was a pillar of muscle and took the rolls and slams with gusto. 

Then afterwards Adama would always make sure to grapple with Daichi during sparring sessions, totally for the sake of getting to feel for his performance in person. And not so that she could enjoy the feeling of having him all wrapped up in her web of grapples, totally not that she would have him at her mercy sometimes despite his claims to the contrary. Truth be told Adama wanted nothing more than to just kiss Daichi right there, they had done that many a time on their own. Heck she had been so bold as to do that the first time she really suggested he try to learn to roll on the mats, to offer an incentive to do better. Adama always said martial arts could make someone better at the end, should they allow it to do so. Besides if he pulled off a rear naked choke in a match well Adama would just go gaga seeing it, which would then lead to him not being found for the next two days.......

Speaking of that hold, Adama had the perfect idea to make sure Daichi was reminded that just because they were rolling around and were a couple it didn't mean he should get lazy. Adama playfully remarked with "Oh your such a charmer~ But watch out now, your in the deep waters~" the siren of the sands was a shark in the ocean when it came to the ground game. She rolled about with her little femboy on the mat, smirking as he managed to secretly peck her neck and face with kisses. In return Adama scrunched her grip on his gi in response.

But it became clear to Adama that Daichi was somewhat in lala land at this point, managing to lose himself in her golden pool eyes. Ever the one to snatch victory out from when they least expected it Adama would seek to slip herself right behind the femboy as they moved up into a sitting position, whereupon like a dagger to the neck Adama would try to apply the start of a rear naked choke to the femboy! As it turned out the albino's position left them with their backs right to the rest of the class, Adama would gently place her petite bare feet in Daichi's lap. Mostly to get herself nicely seated in for this attempt to put his lights out and remind him not to just ogle the eye candy~

Dancing wasn't something that Daichi was used to do, the few times he tried to do so, he ended up stomping Akiko in the foot, and he knew that it was a nasty blow, because she actually was holding back her tears. At least that was also the story of how he learned that he was a more gifted foot masseur than a dancer... Back to the present times, he has gotten better thanks to Adama and her teachings, now he's not hazardly clumsy, just a tad ditzy, and he was happy about it because hurting someone in the ring was the last thing he wanted... God bless Azrael-sama, he was more than happy to take the heat in his first sparrings, he was obviously less than thrilled about throwing an old person to the ground, but he insisted so much that he gave in and did as instructed. Martial arts never ceased to amaze the cute boy, not only the elder master was a-okay after his attacks that shook the building and even scared K.P. into hiding, but he was proud that he was able to muster so much strength, said something about a technique called Shaori that helped him take it all in stride...

He definitely needed to ask him later about it, that was the coolest thing he's ever witnessed!

Being called a prodigy in anything was new for Daichi, he was told that his strong body was a blessing and that he needed to train hard to become a mighty warrior... That all sounded so cool for him, but right now he could feel that sheer strength wasn't going to help him here... Not only was he at the moment more preoccupied with getting playful with Adama, he genuinely tried to get her out of the rolling cycle to full-mount her and teach her that he's getting better~ But he genuinely couldn't... And even when he surrendered and decided to just enjoy getting close with her, the siren showed that this was still her domain...

Just on time, the moment she decided to stop him on his tracks and slip behind him, she did with little to no trouble at all... "Uhm... Wha-?" Soon after that, the brunette judo-student found himself looking at Adama's face from the side as she began to get a real tight grip on his neck, this was called the Rear Naked Choke, and even if the name suggested something more fetishist than a simple choke from behind, it was still quite effective to tame the lustful male.

"Aghhh... Good grip there... Feeling confident enough to grab me by the horns? Heheh..." He said as a sort of witty remark as he tried to release himself from that... Wow, she was really good at that, he wasn't able to keep her from strangling him with her arm and it was getting a bit difficult to breath... He didn't knew if his heart was about to explode because of the adrenaline pumping, or her sweet breath in his neck... Or the fact that her playful feet were getting closer to his... private parts there... He wasn't against it, but looking at her bare feet so close to that place awoke something in him, and the fact that she was stopping his breathing also was getting him turned on... Neuron activation if you prefer...

Was that a... Was that a boner?

Oh, Sugary Honey iced Tea...

Would they notice? OF COURSE THEY WOULD NOTICE! His penis probably wasn't even average size (He thinks that 15 inches is average because of one of his sister's... special magazines) but it still was pretty noticeable! He rolled again to show their backs to the spectators... He prefered that they looked at his butt and Adama's rather than his... little problem... Heck, they probably were grateful, and at least now they wouldn't see his predicament... "Uhm... I think we're getting a bit too into this, Princess..." He whispered, looking at her with his face red enough to blend with the carpet they were in.

Adama had done a rear naked choke more than once in her time rolling around on the mats, the first time she did in an actual fight was nerve racking. She had faced a man twice her size in an underground pit fight and yet she had managed to prevail by using her wit and agility honed from living on the rough streets of Israel, there had always been a strange feeling to her when it came to choking someone out. She honestly kind of enjoyed it, she fought to win yes but the fact that she was able to control a person's breathing like this well.....it did make Adama feel empowered in a way. 

And growing up she had nothing even close to that, it was always heed the words of those above you and don't get caught taking things. So to be able to control someone like this was always a joy for her, although with Daichi she had made sure to not go too far. Mostly because of her immense love for him but also because she wanted him to feel good about how he was learning, Adama was in control here but she'd be sure to not choke out Daichi if he would surrender at the very least.

That was until she found something poking around between her toes, it was covered in the cloth of Daichi's gi trousers. But the white haired waif knew what it was clearly, it seemed that the intimate contact combined with the lack of air had caused the blood to rush from Daichi's head all the way to the femboy's now grown third leg. The siren blushed heavily, it wasn't the first time Daichi had popped a boner during their spars. It was partially why she favoured him as her partner so often, not because it would possibly happen though that was appreciated it was more to make sure he didn't embarrass himself. Usually they just kept it hidden and Adama would keep the femboy in a position until he cooled himself down......

Today though? Something different was going on in the albino's mind, that previous urge to control was rearing its head in again and Adama would keep a hold of Daichi in the rear naked choke. She wasn't going to choke him to lights out though, no she wanted him to be awake somewhat. Adama would mutter into Daichi's ears with "Don't worry, just relax and let me take care of that~" Adama took great pride in her feet, they were petite and flawless and it made a statement that she took to the field with them bare. She would begin to shuffle them in and around the clothed third leg of her femboy boyfriend and start to give him a nice, slow footjob using her toes to scrunch and keep it in place. All the while she pressed herself firmly onto him, her breasts mushrooming against his back and any moans he'd make would be stuffed with a jerking of both his shaft and Adama putting pressure into the choke!

Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn-! The situation right now was about to get real uncomfortable, Daichi really didn't wanted everyone to see him stiff and down to turn their sparring into a sword fight with his... Nightmare Sword. They definitely didn't need to see him get so "happy" from being turned into Adama's choke training dummy. Good God, the simple idea of them realizing his predicament was enough to make his eyes tear up some at the embarrassment... And it also got him a bit turned on honestly... That didn't help one bit to lessen his hard fricking erection, especially given that her captor was now starting to pump his junk up and down...

Wait. What?

"Uhm... Adama, sweetie? What are you-? Dai would normally never ask the reason as to why his albino partner would take it upon herself to make something that gave him pleasure, but this was hardly the time for such things, so he had to ask her in whispers, his embarrassed look making it look like he was begging her to ease up her choke... "P-P-Princess... Wh-Whadda- Why?" The response from the students included things like: "Oh dang" Or: "She's messing him up heheh" Which meant that they really were on the wrong track by a mile as to why he was squealing like a dog in the pool.

In reality, Daichi was getting hit with the siren's stealthy attack to his nethers, and it was super effective! It was no secret for the girl how much attention he gave her feet, massages were common foreplay for them and he was sure to treat her soles like they were a national treasure~ Never did he thought that she would be using her toes to strangle his lower head with firmness and care. He had seen her grab things using her feet and at the same time she knew how infatuated he was with her body. Long story short: He was absolutely screwed against this attack.

By the time Adama started to really start squeeze him until he really had to fight the need to empty his load in his uniform, Daichi started to try and get her off for real this time. "Ahhhhhhhhh~ Adamaaaaaaaa~ I won't last looooooong~ Please stooooop..." A useless attempt, her position was too good and he had given her all the advantage to put to use her grappling skills on him. The best he was able to do was to make the scenario where the spectators thought he was trying to escape his fate of being choked to next week more credible. His struggles wouldn't make much to get her breasts out of his back, her arms from squeezing his red face or her paws away from his sensible parts.

The match was quite over, it had already finished the moment she started to get serious, but no one had stopped it until his defeat came. And so did he. "Princ-AAaaaaaaahhhhh~" Just as his last moans died in his throat and to everyone else it looked like he was about to pass out due to lack of oxygen, Daichi's hips thrusted just as Adama gave his cock that last rub that made him shoot a very visible stain in his pants that also drenched her soles as well.

This was it, Daichi was stuck in Adama's trap and there was no way out from it here. She could have easily choked the living daylights out of him with that rear naked choke of hers, but Adama had seen the way Daichi looked at her in her gi. The way he responded to her prodding him with her foot, then the giant bulge in his pants. It was only fitting that she pleasure the beast right before showing Daichi that she had progressed far from their match together oh so long ago~ In fact Adama had been practising a hold like this, what good was his strength when she could choke the living daylights out of him? 

And even if she so desired bring him to sweet release with just her masterful footwork? That despite all his strength over her he was all but helpless when she brought him to pleasure with just her toes?

Her lovely soles worked their magic upon Daichi's cloth clad third leg, Adama applied a rear naked footjob to him masterfully. She mushroomed her breasts against his chest as she leaned in close to his ear as he felt himself reaching that pleasurable threshold. "That's it......let it all out my love. Let my feet bring you to release.....They own you....." Adama hissed out with a massive blush on her face as she tightly squeezed Daichi's cock through his trousers to make sure she milked his cock out for all it was worth. 

She quietly giggled as his boyjuice stained her soles, Adama had footjobbed Dai in the past but that was different. Those times she was curious and experimenting, here however? She was dominating him in front of everyone, in more ways than one. Adama would then kiss the femboy's cheek as he gave in to her magical touch, before moving to then release him from her ensnaring grasp and let the class applaud her victory~

"Well done Adama! An excellent rear naked choke when applied can disable any foe, Daichi take some time to relax there kid. As for all of you, lets begin our general sparring sessions!" Azrael said with a nod of unknowing approval to Adama's grappling game, the rest of the dojo would then shuffle around to get themselves started on their routines. Meanwhile Adama would then gently wrap her arms around the no doubt flustered and inner defeated Daichi and go "Take as much time as you need Daichi, we can do more later.........."

Public erection? Check. Passing out to a Rear Naked Choke? Check. Orgasming in front of EVERYONE??? Check. Oh, and of course, making it look like he passed out while pissing his pants?... Sigh, double check. This definitely put the Juice in Judo "I just Came in front of Everyone" Match!... At least Azrael let him rest a bit while Adama dragged his defeated frame from the tatami and onto the bathroom halls, even giving him a small kiss and a promise to continue later. Somehow, she was able to resurrect his carcass with just that, he might start to believe that his girlfriend's a magical albino after that, just like Dante and Nero.

"... Yeah... Let's do that..." How? How was it that after making him unload his milk, just by looking at her leave was enough to make his soldier get "in line" again?... "... Magic, it has to be!" He mumbled to himself while having to drag his sorry butt up and to the bathroom they installed. The dojo was no mansion, heck, it was hardly any better than their homes because the ambient needed to be somehow peaceful and martial-artsy for their classes, other than that, the bathroom was quite standard for Japan... Or well, fancy Japan.

Daichi took off his pants to look at the stain, his face red as a tomato for being in front of the evidence of his "match" with Adama... Every day that passed and passed, he was sure that Adama was actually the strongest of the couple. But no, he was the man in a relationship, and he needed to act like it... Be stronger, be determined and full of willpower. "It's the strong, the strong who do as they see fit and change the world around them..."... He needed to listen to the words of that person.

God bless Akiko, now he understood why she insisted on having another change of clothes with him. He looked at his own reflection in the mirror... Long hair. Nope, not cutting it. Soft features. A beard would help... No, it wouldn't, it would be like Akiko trying to grow one, heheh. Small body. Perhaps a new diet? He's been working out like crazy and he hasn't gained as much muscle as he would have liked... Except on the thighs and hips, those were still getting everyone's attention at the subway and the Maid Cafe. Some improvements were in order, but at least he liked this version of himself more than when he first met Adama...

Adama, god, remembering Adama right now was messing him up. Was he angry? No, that wasn't it, he knows how that feels. Remembering how she made small work of him did make his face get a shade of red, but also made him get... Up and ready for battle once more! And not in the family friendly way... It was almost as if he... Liked it... No point in staying there for more time trying to understand that new sentiment. So he came out, entering the formation with his fellow apprentices...

Those couple of hours wouldn't pass by fast enough for him.