"Well, hello there, aren't you just a pretty little thing." The smirk was practically written all over the woman's tone as she stopped her newest victim in the hallway. She was an older woman who appeared to be in her late thirties, with a few wrinkles around her eyes-- laughter lines she would have called them --and obviously not as young as half
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Buy the time Lyon managed to catch his breath the little Russian was straddling him and looked like she was going to be difficult to dislodge. His position was further weakened by the fact that his burgeoning erection was now trapped between her thighs and open to attack. That was the one drawback to sparring with Pasha; it was always such a major turn on that it occasionally got him into trouble.
"It's going to take more than that to stop me," he boasted with false bravado. Hoping to distract Pasha before she noticed the increasingly hard length of his manhood nestled between them Lyon used his enhanced speed to grab her forearms and then jerked his weight sideways to try and flip her onto her back.
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It was even more so awkward as she could feel her breathing was ragged and her face was undoubtedly covered in a bright red blush from fighting, the closeness and from the physicality of it all being arousing. "I still win." She commented, trying to keep her tone at normal.
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"Absolutely," Lyon agreed breathlessly before pinning Pasha's arms over her head and swooping in for a hard kiss. He couldn't help himself; she just looked so damn good all flushed and panting like that that he couldn't resist the urge to kiss her.
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But there were a few rare occasions where she broke her pattern, just as right know as she unwound her hand from his hair, snaking her hand down the young Immortal's body instead. Pasha cupped his bulge with her hand for a few minutes, rubbing at him through the fabric of his shorts although it didn't take her very long to decide that wasn't enough and with a devilish smirk she slipped her hand down the front of Lyon's shorts, wrapping her hand around his length and stroking him.
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Lyon groaned against Pasha's mouth and rocked his hips forward to press his cock further into her hand when she began to stroke him under his shorts. The skin-to-skin contact felt incredible and made his pulse pound in his ears. Following Pasha's lead, Lyon's hand released her breast and burrowed its way under her clothes before working its way between her thighs. Once there he forced a finger between her folds and rubbed her clit with long, even strokes.
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However her latent aggression was put to one side for a moment as she gave a little gasp, unfortunately undisguisable and feminine, at the feeling of Lyon's hand between her legs. The feeling prompted a little moan from her, only making her increase her hand's pace around his cock and nip at his lower lip once again. But the last part was mainly jut for the hell of it.
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"You're brilliant, you know that?" Lyon gave Pasha a toothy grin and gently pinched her clit before before releasing her and sitting back on his haunches. "Don't take that sexy ponytail out though, okay?" He had plans for it, plans he was very much looking forward to putting into action just as soon as they were both naked. Which in his case didn't take very long at all given how lose his clothes were.
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Pasha sat up and began to worm her clothes off. It wasn't that easy though given how tight they were, the moment they were pulled off they were flung to the side, far from her usual weirdness about folding everything perfectly. She hooked her fingers down the side of her shorts and panties before pulling them down and off, pulling her sparring gloves off by her teeth.
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Giving her a moment to get used to his impressive girth, the young Immortal reached out to grab Pasha's ponytail in a tight grip. He simply held onto it for the moment, making no attempt to pull on it or otherwise be a nuisance, simply enjoying the feel of the soft brown curls against his palm as he started to move inside Pasha. He slipped into her mind at the same time, groaning a little at the uniquely arousing sensation of being inside her mentally was well as physically.
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She moaned softly, pressing her hips back against Lyon almost immediately, trying to encourage him to move. Now. Patience had never quite been the virtue that Pasha had been blessed with. Brains, definitely. Femininity, occasionally. Good looks, to a degree in her own opinion. But Patience? Definitely not.
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[OOC: I'm impressed that you found an icon that can pass for Pasha getting taken doggy-style. XD]
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[OOC: ROFL, you'd be amazed what you can accidentally stumble across on the interwebs when innocently looking at tumblr.]
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