Chapter Text
youre traveling the world right
got a house somewhere?
Right in the heart of Metro City!
sick
means you can make yourself scarce whenever you get in trouble
im gonna crash there the next time im in metro for work
im your master remember
better roll out the red carpet when i grace you with my presence
::🥰::
heh
seriously. red carpet. make it happen
🕷️
It was the last series of texts Zane had received from his ‘master’ Juri Han. Juri had been one of the many legendary fighters Zane studied with over the past few months though the South Korean Taekwondo expert liked to behave as though she were his one and only instructor.
Zane’s apartment was situated on the top floor of a high-rise building, providing a scenic view of the bustling Metro City below. He could even see The Statue of Liberty from across the bay when he went out to his balcony. The interior walls were decorated with Asian calligraphy, antique weapons, and posters of martial arts champions. Hanging in the living room was an iconic photo of his hero, Ryu, walking away from a tournament, refusing his prize. Another painting of a lone train chugging through a scenic landscape adorned the opposite wall, a testament to Zane’s adoration for locomotives.
While Zane had been using the moves of his masters, he was also working on his own train inspired fighting style admiring the vehicle’s precision and power. Rush down techniques that hit hard with names like ‘piston punch’ and ‘rail rush’ were added to his repertoire.
One week ago, he won the Fifth Suval’hal Martial Arts tournament in Nayshall and even bested a sinister psycho power user named JP. He now had enough zennies to move up in the world hence the nice apartment.
Zane was wearing his usual training gear: a black sleeveless hoodie with a Z emblem on the back, matching fingerless gloves, loose-fitting dark grey pants, and black combat boots. The hood was currently up, covering his bleached blonde hair. In his apartment was a wooden Wing Chun training dummy and a heavy punching bag in his designated training corner which he utilized when he didn’t have time to visit his coach Luke Sullivan downtown.
He was running drills, swapping back-and-forth between the punching bag and the wooden dummy. Even though he was a champion he was inspired by the warrior Ryu to always push himself further. His training came to an abrupt stop when an earthshattering knock came at the door. The knocks that followed were so severe Zane feared one more would bring the door down. Using an ability he learned from one of his teachers, Dhalsim, he teleported to the door and opened it just in time. With his honed reflexes, he swiftly dodged the kicking foot that came through the moment he opened the door.
“Juri!? Were you knocking with your feet? And were you about to kick down my door?”
“Yeah, you were taking too long to open. I told you to roll out the red carpet when I come to town.” Juri was wearing her usual tiny white top and baggy pants that were held up by a long belt with a yin-yang buckle. Underneath her top was an intricate display of black athlete’s tape that formed the shape of a spider that wrapped around her torso.
“I didn’t even know you’d be here. You didn’t text me.”
“Awww does Zane want his master to sleep on the mean streets of Metro City after all she’s done for him?” Juri had a purple and black duffle bag that she carried in and dropped on the living room floor. She plopped herself onto the jungle green leather couch which was covered in yellow throw pillows with dragon insignias. She put her barefeet up on the coffee table nearly knocking off the Bonsai tree that rested there.
“I’m an easy guest Zane. I’ll crash on the sofa.”
“I didn’t say no…I’m just surprised to see you. You came all the way here from Nayshall?”
“Of course. Where the hell else would I have come from? I didn’t crawl out of your toilet Zane.”
Zane sat next to her on the couch, “No, you certainly didn’t. Your dramatic entrance proves that.” Sweat dripped from his glistening forearms. “I need a shower. Juri, you can help yourself to the fridge, watch television, kick the bag around, whatever.”
“I intend to do all those things and more.” She grabbed the TV remote and flipped through the channels. She bursts out into her usual wicked laughter when she saw the Metro City Mayor speaking on television. “Cody, is still mayor? Ha! He looks like a dork! I liked him better in prison stripes and handcuffs.”
The mayor was discussing his concerns over an explosion that happened at Nayshall’s tournament in which an unnamed participant perished. He promised nothing like that would happen at the tourneys held in Metro City. Zane didn’t need to hear this story. He lived through it.
With his surprise guest amused Zane gave her a little wave and headed to the bathroom. A luxury shower was a wise investment for any fighter. This one had enough space to house a small sports team, a built-in bench, and a powerful rainfall showerhead that was accompanied by a smaller detachable showerhead. He stripped off his fighting gear and caught a glimpse of his nude, muscled body in the mirror. A few scars and some light bruises, but not bad for a man in his profession. After letting the water warm up, he stepped in and let the rainfall showerhead cleanse him with hot streams that rinsed the sweat away and massaged his sore body.
His thoughts turned to Juri and why such a solitary creature as she would come to visit him. Then he recalled one of the fighters he’d met on his world travels. Her name was Menat, an Egyptian woman with a crystal ball who was capable of reading fortunes.
“You will become entangled in a great spider’s web. Normally the spider would devour you. But this one may want something more.”
“Great spider…Juri? Something more from her? I met her in an alley in London and again in Nayshall. The one thing she wants from me is my ass so she can kick it. She’s the roughest master I’ve ever had.”
“Juri, that makes sense. I’ve encountered her in the past too. Even read that mind of hers.”
“Wow, it must have been completely warped!”
Menat pondered while tapping her crystal ball, “No, not warped. There’s more of an inherent loneliness to her. She hides it with her venom.”
The words of the fortuneteller stuck with him as he pumped soap from the shower dispenser and lathered his washboard abs.
“Move out of the way you’re hogging all the hot water,” Juri insisted as she stepped into the shower. Zane was shocked by the vision before him. She had stripped completely naked and entered his space as though it were no big deal.
Juri removed the pink, spiral clips that held her hair up in a pair of horns and tossed them aside. Zane was mesmerized as her hair cascaded down her slender, nude body, flowing as naturally as the water that poured down on them.
“I gotta wash off all the sand and grime from Nayshall. It’s been a long trip. You should have let your guest shower first. Now we gotta share. A girl needs her hair washed Zane. Are you just going to stand there or are you going to help?” She pointed to the dispenser against the wall.
Zane took a couple of pumps from the shampoo side of the device, rubbed his hands together, and massaged it into Juri’s scalp. Her raven black hair was silky smooth, and her skin was pleasantly soft.
She began to purr like a cat. “Mmm…so those hands aren’t just good for hitting things.” Once a healthy lather was worked up, she added to her demands, “A girl needs soap too Zane.” He pumped at the second dispenser and, feeling obedient, returned to Juri. She moved her long hair aside giving him a proper view of her sleek body. Her naked, athletic, back was the image of perfection. He started with her shoulders and felt the welcome response from her muscles. It was as though her body itself were guiding him.
“Go down,” she demanded, “all the way to the small of my back. Any further and I’ll kill you.” Despite being 7-inches shorter than Zane, he knew she could deliver on that promise if she wanted to.
His hands glided like butter across a hot skillet. All the way down until he made it to the small of her back, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her well-toned ass. He thought of Menat’s message of loneliness and decided to risk death. He let his hands slip ever so slightly to the top of her crack.
“Juri?” he asked testing the waters in more ways than one.
“Keep soaping. Lower you idiot. I’m flexible but I can’t reach everywhere.” She was like an unpredictable weather vane changing her mind on a whim.
Zane let his hands slip down further, massaging her backside. Her ass was the perfect balance of firm and soft. Occasionally moans of pleasure escaped Juri’s lips encouraging him to continue until he had a firm grip on each ass cheek. Juri placed her hands on the shower wall and arched her back pushing herself deeper into Zane.
“I said keep soaping soldier,” she murmured in a sultry fashion.
Zane kept going and grew bolder by the moment. He started spreading the cheeks apart catching glimpses of Juri’s holes. Her vagina repeatedly gaped open in an inviting manner and Zane’s erection brushed against her lower back. If she noticed, she wasn’t complaining.
She returned to her regular standing position. “Good job.” She went over to take a seat at the shower bench and presented her right foot up toward Zane. “Now be a dear and scrub these.” With more soap in hand, he got on one knee like a servant and lathered her arch. She let out a soft giggle.
“Ticklish?”
“No, just thinking of all the times I used these to kick you.”
He gave her feet the treatment. Rubbing, massaging, and even scrubbing between the toes. She playfully pushed him off with a foot when he was done and stood up.
“I need to rinse off now.” Grabbing the handheld showerhead, she took action. Zane admired the view as the water flowed down her lovely, bell-shaped breasts to her belly button. She brought the showerhead lower to wash the soap suds off the landing strip above her pussy. Then she moved the showerhead around her sex in a circular motion. Eyes closed, she let out a few more moans. Her wild eyes flung back open and pierced Zane.
“I’m going to dry off now. See ya’.” She made a quick exit from the shower.
Zane looked down at his crotch to see the raging hard-on that had blossomed between his legs. Damnit Juri.
He exited the shower and reached for where the towels normally hung to find nothing. DAMNIT JURI!
Covering himself with his hands he tip-toed through his apartment until he reached his bedroom. There was Juri with two towels, one wrapped around her head, the other around her body sitting on the fluffy comforter and crisp, white, sheets of his king-sized bed. It was as if she owned the place.
“Juri!” shouted the dripping, naked Zane, “You could have saved one of those towels for me!”
“It’s not my fault I have a rocking body AND rad hair,” she laughed. “Look at Mr. Modest trying to cover himself all of a sudden. She fell back onto the bed and shot a long leg forward. Using her foot like a hand she rubbed it against Zane’s actual hands that covered his crotch.
“I didn’t really get to take a look at it back in the shower. Let’s see what we’re working with here.” The foot was meticulous as it moved Zane’s hands aside so Juri could get an unobstructed view. It was the gentlest she had ever been with him. He felt himself blush as his member flopped forward and she locked eyes with his cock.
“Nice hog,” she complimented, “maybe I’ll take it for a ride sometime. Speaking of riding hogs, I wanna take my motorcycle for a spin…I got to get dressed.” She got up, tore off the towel around her body and threw it at Zane before she walked off naked. He always noticed the way she swayed her hips. Many a time during their bouts she’d taunt and tease him. She’d put her hands behind her head and seductively rock her hip line back and forth saying, “You gonna keep me waiting babe?” He’d throw a few hits and she’d block them with ease with one foot. Sometimes she would grab him and bring him close. These were the moments he craved even if they meant he was about to hit dirt.
By the time Zane was dried and dressed in a fresh hoody, he found Juri lounging in the living room. She was in a new outfit, a sexy, purple, catsuit that left little to the imagination. Her full cleavage was on display and below her breasts was a zipper chain that ran all the way down to her pelvic region. And of course, her toes were still bare. Zane wondered if she ever wore shoes.
“I’m going for a drive Zannie boy. You coming with? Don’t you wanna show a girl how Metro City has changed since she’s been away?”
“Okay, let’s ride.”
They went down to the parking lot and Zane recognized her motorcycle right away. It was black with purple highlights and a futuristic build. After hopping on the bike, she grabbed her helmet which had two spiky protrusions that accommodated her hair horns. She placed it over her head before grabbing a second helmet and tossing it to Zane.
“Here, don’t want you splattering your brains all over the place. There’s a wireless com linking these helmets so we can talk no matter how loud the ride gets.”
Sitting behind her, Zane placed the helmet over his head, surprised to see the most moderate degree of care from Juri. She reversed the motorcycle, and they peeled out of the parking lot.
“Hey there partner, you like the voice of god bouncing around your skull?” Zane could hear her voice echoing in his helmet. It was a surreal feeling. He was in Juri’s world now.
“I hear you Juri.”
“Feel free to grab onto me. Don’t want you flying off.”
He grabbed her hips, his hands gliding over the sleek texture of the catsuit.
“You can hold on tighter than that. I thought you learned some grappling?”
He obliged and squeezed her closer. They cruised through Metro City at a steady clip exploring the urban jungle. They drove by a food truck run by a shopkeeper named Biz that had a sign on top in the shape of two giant donuts and a hotdog.
“Two donuts with a hotdog between them. Remind you of anything Zane?”
Even the silliest innuendo from Juri aroused Zane and he felt himself stiffen a little.
“Riding like this reminds me of the time we first met. Only I rode off with your geeky little friend Bosch instead of you. Whatever happened to that guy?”
“You saw the news about Nayshall and the bomb, right? He was the unnamed fighter that died.”
Juri was silent for a moment. “Well, that’s life. When life kicks at you, you either learn to run the hell away or kick it back twice as hard. Guess Bosch couldn’t do either.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Zane said somberly. It wasn’t a subject he wanted to discuss further.
They came to a stoplight and to the right was a junkyard with a massive sign, ‘Abigail’s ScrapMetal.’
“That’s a good place if you ever want to make some legit zennies Juri. Smallz, the guy who runs that place, pays good money if you can wreck the trucks there with your bare hands…or feet in your case.”
“Hmm…and Abigail owns the joint huh? You know that big lug once had the nerve to call me flat? We outta go in there and kick some Mad Gear ass!”
“No can do. I kinda have an alliance with Mad Gear.”
“A choir boy like you caught up in a street gang? Do tell.”
“Their leader, Thrasher Damnd, recruited me to fight on their behalf in a tournament. We fought a rival gang called The Crows.”
“So, you earned Mad Gear respect by kicking some ass huh?” Juri asked.
A gang of five Mad Gear members came running out the junkyard toward Juri and Zane wielding wrenches, and pipes. One member shouted, “Not smart coming through Mad Gear turf with a ride like that! That’s the kinda ride that gets lifted!”
He could feel Juri’s muscles tense and knew he had to act fast before she kicked these fools to pieces. Zane lifted off his helmet and interjected, “Be cool guys it’s me!” before placing it back on.
“Whoa, Zane!” the gang members started shaking in fear, “Sorry man! We didn’t know it was you! Enjoy your ride and enjoy your night! Peace!” and they turned tail.
The light changed green and the pair road on. “Wow, you weren’t kidding. Those Mad Gear guys practically pissed themselves.”
Zane could hear the elevated excitement in Juri’s tone. Her butt slipped back until it touched his crotch. “Put your hands higher,” she demanded. Zane slipped his hands up to Juri’s ribs.
“Higher,” she offered smoothly. His hands kept traveling until they cupped her tits.“That’s a good boy.” Zane escalated their game of play by rubbing each breast in a circular motion. He kept going until he felt her nipples harden beneath the fabric. He reached his fingers under the catsuit and touched her nipples directly. It was easy access with the outfit she wore. They were so erect and perky that Zane could no longer resist. He pulled out her left nipple and gave the whole breast a one-handed juggle. When Juri did not protest he pulled out her right breast and gave it the same love.
A breathless voice came in on the helmet com, “Pinch them…yes…harder.” Zane obliged applying pressure to the nipple play.
“Ohhh damn…I’m going to have to park this thing before I crash! God daaaamn you Zane!”
“Should I stop?”
“Stop and I’ll crash this thing deliberately.”
Juri pulled into an empty back alley and put her kickstand down. She rapidly spun 180 degrees kicking one leg right over Zane’s head. Tits out and in a spread-eagle position she offered herself to her passenger. Bell-shaped breasts like hers needed a good ringing. Grabbing and pulling at her nipples he stretched them forward enjoying their elasticity. Juri came closer as he tugged. She snatched the helmet off Zane’s head and did the same with her own. With their faces exposed to the air of the night, she came in with her tongue and gave him a deep French kiss. He had seen her wave her tongue around in a taunting fashion many a time. It was a delight to learn it wasn’t all for show. Her tongue expertly moved through his mouth causing his erection to grow.
When their wet mouths finally parted Zane attacked her flesh once more sucking on her nipples. Juri’s painted fingernails caressed the back of Zane’s head, her digits combing through his bleached hair. “How ‘bout you give them a little nibble cutie?”
Zane used his tongue to circle her nipples and gave them little play bites, letting his teeth graze them ever so slightly. The smell of leather and her freshly washed skin was a delectable combination.
“Oh yesssss!” she moaned. She moved on top of Zane placing her clothed pussy on top of his clothed cock and began to grind. He grabbed her catsuit zipper and pulled it down as far as it could go. It stopped a couple inches past her navel.
“You like that!?” she shouted as she grinded up and down Zane’s cock. In a dark alley, on a motorcycle, with a horned demon of a woman on top of him it should have been the lap dance from hell, but it felt like heaven. An idea struck Zane on how to crank things up a notch. His hand reached past Juri, and he grabbed the cycle’s handle to rev the engine in time with her orgasms. He felt the vibrations in the seat, and they traveled through him right into Juri’s cunt.
“Oh YESSSS!” she screamed. He revved repeatedly until she was on the verge of collapsing. If the engine and Juri’s screams of pleasure were competing to see who could be louder, Zane was certain Juri was winning.
“I’m going to COME!” she screamed. The sounds of her orgasms set Zane off, and he felt an explosion in his pants. Quick puffs of relief escaped his gaping mouth.
A breathy Juri panted, “Well…that was a good time. We should get out of here since I’m pretty sure someone heard us. She put her helmet back on and spun her body back around.
“I think all of Metro City heard us.” Zane put his helmet on as well.
“You two! What’s going on here!?” Another gang, this time of three, blocked their way out.
“More friends of yours!?” Juri asked.
Zane studied the gang members. “Nah, these uglies are The Crows. The guys I fought on behalf of Mad Gear.” Zane was a bit too…compromised for a fight.
“Well in that case,” Juri charged her engine and drove the bike straight at them. The gang members leaped out of the way in a panic.
“Later losers!” she shouted.
Back at the apartment, it was half past 2:00 a.m. Zane, in his pajama pants, crashed on his bed and invited Juri to join him. “It’s a king-sized bed. You’ll have a whole side to yourself. It’ll be way comfier than the couch.”
She agreed and they each slept on their own side. Zane figured she wasn’t the cuddling type—though she was comfortable enough to join him in bed wearing an adorable onesie. It was light purple and pink with a fluffy spider design on the back. The spider’s abdomen sported a yin-yang design. Like her catsuit she kept it zipped low, exposing her black bra and panties.
Zane fell into a pleasant post-orgasm slumber while dreaming about what would come next. He never would have imagined getting close to one of his instructors…at least not in this fashion. His sleep was soon interrupted when he was awakened by Juri who shot up from the bed in a seated position. She let out a frightened shout and clutched her left eye…the Feng Shui Engine eye. Back in Nayshall, she had told him it was a cybernetic implant she received from S.I.N. She touched her face in a panic for a few seconds before settling down.
Snapping on a lamp light on the nightstand Zane asked, “Juri, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just had a weird dream that’s all.”
“Does that happen often?”
“Quit asking questions,” she scooted over to Zane’s side of the bed and hooked a leg around him as she rested her head against his chest.
“I’m just doing this for warmth. Don’t get too excited.”
It was a comfy feeling, the softness of her onesie combined with the heat from the skin of her chest pressed against him. He marveled at how cute her face was in a rested position. Even a raging arachnid like her couldn’t sneer all day. Her eyes were more pleasant too. Juri’s irises were like a pair of mismatched vibrant jewels when they weren’t shriveled up in ‘psycho-mode.’
“Okay…tonight was fun though, wasn’t it?”
“Heh–amateur–tomorrow the real fun begins.”