Street Fighter: Dark Destinies-Chapter 1 (Patreon)

The fighting world was one of constant change.

Shifting alliances, broken loyalties, bitter rivalries turned to deep, heartfelt friendships, the fall of old titans as they finally succumbed to the most insurmountable conflict they would face against their ageing bodies, and subsequently, the rise of new champions brimming with youthful vigor and unmatched talent that would elevate themselves to the status of legends in their own right.

But the greatest of fighters, the true standouts, an infinitesimally small fraction of an already miniscule fraction of the deadliest men and women walking the earth. Icons who would be rendered immortal by the awe-inspiring feats of strength and skill they displayed each time they clashed with worthy fighters and honed their arts to the pinnacle of combat prowess. The chance to witness even a single battle of such a one in a million specimen was the dream of every martial arts aficionado, some of which spent decades of time and a wealth of untold fortunes to find and foster such talents for themselves.

Such an individual was deep within the borders of Indonesia, far removed from the glitz and glamor of the massive tournaments where most would expect to find a golden fist such as his. The Maxim tournament was practically made up of the most esoteric outcasts of the fighting world, where the pickings for opponents were slim and prize money much too scant to attract most combatants of great renown.

What little organization there was to the annual blood brawl of the strongest fighters to find themselves clashing fists in the slums of Taiwan was owed to the horde of gangsters and criminals that had first created the event, which now served as not much more but a meat market from which each faction could observe and bid amongst themselves for the price they would buy new enforcers, bodyguards and hired killers for the seemingly never ending war between them. What the competitors lacked in skill and fame, they made up for in sheer, stunning brutality, with its very nature attracting either the most desperate or most bloodthirsty fighters to catch wind of the event, earning a reputation amongst the more sadistic crowd of spectators who would seek out the most wild and fearsome fights between brawlers doing everything in their power to fell the foe before them, a scene which often lead to quite a few deaths each year the tournament was held.

It was shocking, then, for the world renowned purveyor of peace and enlightenment (who, ironically, was also one of the greatest street fighters roaming the earth), Dhalsim, to be found in such a place.

Even more surprising than that was for the yoga master to be defeated by another new entry who seemingly came out of nowhere, a shadowy figure with a past shrouded in mystery, whispered words of conflicting rumors spread around the audience that only advanced his ever-growing popularity as he bulldozed his way through every stage of the tournament before coming face to face with the fire-breathing fighter, and against all odds (and much to the chagrin of the many who’d bet against him) served his opponent a brutal loss so clear cut that not a single member of the audience could contest it regardless of how much they may have wanted to.

“He seriously defeat Dhalsim? Is he even human?”

“I hear rumors that the man was created by Shadaloo before the agency’s downfall. Only some augmented creature could beat such a master so handily as he just did!”

“No, I hear that he was trained by Sagat himself.”

“The former champion of the Street Fighter tournament? You’re kidding, right?”

“No. Word is he was the man’s greatest student, and after he beat him, he left to wander the world and study martial arts for himself.”

“Hah, you’re both fools! Clearly he’s a student of the legendary school of Dan Hibiki! I would recognize the moves of such a masterful fighter no matter what!”

The crowd squabbled amongst themselves in the wake of the shock from what they had just seen, a broad-shouldered figure looming over the great Dhalsim as his rubbery limbs hung limp and tired on the floor, bruises plastered over his body and a groan of defeat spilling out from his lips as he looked up to face the man who had beat him.

He was tall and sturdily built, every inch of his body where muscle could form looking solid and strong with a mass of perfectly structured muscle fibers impressive enough to give Ken Masters a run for his money. Unlike the American street fighter, the man before Dhalsim clearly preferred speed and lightness over one of sheer muscular density and size, his tapered waist and lean, chiseled abs leading up to a magnificently sturdy chest that looked like it was carved from granite and seemed like its muscle was ready to outright burst from underneath his skin, the sweat coating him from the exertion of his fight highlighting just how lean he was and making it look like he was practically allergic to bodyfat. The vascularity of his frame made it seem like he had a nest of snakes slithering across every massive muscle flexing and tensing on his body, a map of squiggly veins beating and throbbing with each pump of blood through his heart and making his thick forearms seem all the more impressive as he pulled his hand back and…

Held out his hand to his opponent?

Against all his assumptions, Dhalsim found himself being hoisted up by the man who had bested him, his faintness fading as he finally focused in on his opponent’s face. A fresh, unblemished picture of spry masculine vigor in its prime, not a wrinkle to be seen on the wide, prideful smile on the young man’s face displaying his thick, strong jaw lined with the slightest coat of facial hair and the pearly white set of teeth contrasting with the dark-as-molasses skin that made his awe-inspiring musculature look even more aesthetically pleasing. Humbled by his defeat, the yoga master shared the young man’s smile as the two raised their hands intertwined, grateful that even in his loss, this new fighter had done what he couldn’t and rejected the needless violence of this tournament while winning all the same, and for that, he could bow his head in thanks as the announcer screamed out.

“ANDDDD THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH, AND THIS YEAR’S CHAMPION OF THE MAXIM TOURNAMENT, HAILING FROM THE SHORES OF GREAT BRITAIN THEMSELVES, DERRICKKKKKKKKKK WALTERSSSSS!”

It was undeniably an amazing fight, and the crowd responded as such, heaping praise upon the victor with wild, raucous applause and screaming excitement at the display of honorable sportsmanship they saw before them.

All the underground stadium viewers had their hands slamming together, or digging into their mouths to give a whistle of approval as Derrick stood tall and proud in the middle of the room. All…excluding a single trio with front row seats to the vicious bout that had just taken place, three sets of eyes watching on with varying reactions of excited curiosity, mild interest and a soft, glassy eyed look too strange to be fully read.

Said eyes belonged to a group that were already well on their way to, if not outright legends already, so much so that before the uproar of Dhalsim’s unexpected defeat, more than half of the stadium seemed more concerned with the three guests than their fighters. And they had good reason to react that way, given that what may have very been the three strongest women in the world were, for whatever reason, casually attending their rinky dink tournament that barely registered on the radar of even a half reputable talent scout in the industry.

Chun Li was front and center amongst the three, the Eastern Queen of Martial Arts that easily boasted the most astoundingly powerful set of utterly enormous, skull-crushing, barrel-sized thighs matched with epically muscular calves that bore a strength that could contest even the likes of Zangief himself and bearing a graceful sway to their every move that spoke to the temperance and discipline she applied to training her body just as she did her mind. Had she never endeavored to become one of the world’s greatest fighters, Chun Li could easily be one of the biggest models China had ever known. Even in her mature age (which, if you could somehow carry the boulder sized stones to ask her about, would instantly see your head demolished by a skull squeezing leg hold) she didn’t look a day over her prime, bearing a snowy-skinned, plump-cheeked, deviously cute round cherub face with an equally adorable button nose that gave the hardened warrior a deceptively innocent look about her which couldn’t be farther from the truth…

Since Shadaloo’s downfall, the bun-haired bombshell seemed to favor a much more nostalgic look in her wardrobe of too-tight, nearly paper-thin clothes that always seemed to hug her incredible curves like they had minds of their own and like many red-blooded men possessed an inbuilt instinct to cling onto her naked form as long as they possibly could until they had to be torn off her. Her current outfit certainly didn’t do much to prevent that, as she’d nearly lost count as how many hours worth of morning training had to be supplemented into a later part of her day due to the sheer amount of time she spent HOPPING AND BOUNCING HER ENORMOUSLY THICK, JIGGLY JUMBO-CHEEKS OF PHAT WOBBLY ASIAN ASSFLESH OVER AND OVER AGAIN UNTIL HER BRIGHT BLUE UNITARD FINALLY SLID OVER THE HIMALAYAN MOUNTAINS OF HER MEATY MONSTER-BOOTY AND CLUNG SO SKINTIGHT AGAINST HER THAT IT MIGHT AS WELL HAVE BEEN PAINTED ON! Her vest wasn’t much better either, considering that even though her ass was the clear winner out of her assets in sheer size and thickness, the creamy expanse of cloudy soft pound-pillows that were her positively plushy tits which she could only ignore so easily because of the impressive musculature of her broad, wiry back and toned upper body (which proved, contrary to many accusations levied against her, she did NOT “just hit legs all the time”) pushed out her unitard and her vest hard enough for any watchful admirer (of which there were many) to see right where it was clearly beginning to show tears in its threads at the very seams that would be oh so close to tearing apart entirely and exposing those two gifts to mankind in the open, heaving mounds of perfect titflesh juicier and heavier than any other Asian woman you would ever see…

Well, with the exception of the second member of the trio who was seated right beside Chun, though that wouldn’t be easy for one to tell at a glance given how the limber bitch was stretched across their seats seemingly for the express purpose of annoying the Chinese fighting Queen.

Juri Han couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of Dhalsim losing to some unknown noob in the middle of a disgraceful tournament full of vagrants, amateurs and has-been athletes trying to break out into the fighting scene. But with the enormous size and heft of the aforementioned ginormous sweater puppies she had.

Juri in terms of sheer, raw measurements might have been a bit less impressive than her counterpart, but at a mere 5’4 height, the sheer enormity of her stunning assets seemed even more insane than it did on Chun! Much like her peers, Juri was tailor built for two things, fucking and fighting, exactly in that order, which said a lot considering she was an insanely excellent fighter. The spider-patterned straps of her bra revealed a trained upper body that wielded a strength and power that would be outright shocking to see from a body as small as hers, not that Juri ever showcased that strength very much, as unlike Chun, who was clearly in intense denial about how much her lower body dominated her fighting style. Juri loved every inch of her bottom half and she let that shine by kicking the shit out of whoever got in her way with those strong, flexible legs of hers and occasionally giving the odd good fight a sight of her massive shelf of firm yet bouncy jigglemeat suffocating them right then and there as a final goodbye! In her mind, there was no better way to show your opponent just how beneath her they were than to literally make them eat the dirt off the bottom of her feet like the trash they were?

She dressed the skimpiest out of the three, tits threatening to spill free from her uselessly complex bra-pattern each time she dared to so much as take a step with those strong, silky smooth feet of hers that she seemed to love putting on display nearly as much as her ass in the teeny tiny sweatpants she had on to further accentuate her amazing figure and black hair styled into literal devil horns to strike fear into any who dared challenge the great Juri Han. Her look reflected her persona down to a T, brash, cocky, arrogant and thirsting for attention like a desert monk thirsted for an oasis in the midst of a pilgrimage in the long, suffocatingly dry summer months.

For now though, she seemed content to give Derrick her attention, a dangerous prospect that the young man didn’t even know to expect as her eyes lingered upon him, her fat pink tongue peeking out of her tongue and licking her lips as she let out a roaring hyena’s laugh of amusement that made Chun and the woman at her other side wish they hadn’t been invited here by her of all people.

The final member of the trio, Cammy White, was far less of an extreme personality…but that didn’t make her any less of an unfairly stunning seductress without even trying to be. The woman sported a military background extensive enough to even give Guile a run for his money, and that clearly showed in every inch of her body, dense, lean and rippling with muscles just as impressive as her companions and, compared to the legs-for-days figures of Juri and Chun, much more balanced between her upper and lower body as she’d built biceps and triceps that easily outdid anything either of the other girls could dream of possessing, faint scars tracing her muscles in odd places here and there as a testament to the past of senseless violence and cruelty she had to face herself with so long ago.

Compared to the women at her side, Cammy might not have had the most overtly astounding behemoth of a backside, but while she could never quite compete with them in the realm of sheer glute development (and honestly, she put up a good fight regardless. You couldn’t expect an amazing heavyweight boxer of today to knock out Muhammad Ali in his prime, it was simply an unfair battle), she made up for it in having easily the greatest rack out of all three of them. Perky, soft, bouncy and firm despite taking up a whopping size large enough to bury Blanka’s head underneath the sheer enormity of those hulking hills of titmeat…honestly, it was anyone’s guess how she ever managed to stuff herself into that tight little sports bra she insisted on keeping as a mainstay of her outfit ever since she’d well and truly resolved to divorce herself from her past as a tool of Shadaloo.

But even if the buxom British babe seemed underwhelming in the ass department, that was only compared to the absurdly phat-assed standards of Juri and Chun. On it’s own, the former spy’s ridiculously round rear was a mammoth booty of epic proportions that had those sleek, nearly transparent tights of hers subjected to the near constant torture of simply attempting to hold back those cheeks from being revealed in their full glory to the world, a true testament to the impossible sexiness she oozed in her mere existence that she only managed to look more enticing after she’d shifted away from that shamelessly revealing leotard she used to strut around in that had her entire bottom half hanging out for the world to see!

To add to that, Cammy’s face was a living contradiction, simultaneously unapproachable with her stern, serious look, thin facial scar (that did nothing to diminish her beauty) and battle hardened grimace she nearly constantly had on that battled the bright, exotic blonde looks, crystal blue eyes and crying out for the attention of lecherous onlookers, which, if not for her reputation for cracking the skulls of men who looked at her the wrong way, she certainly would have gotten from the fighters and spectators of the tournament mesmerized by the hypnotizing looks of a beauty from the other side of the world.

“Heh, would you look at that? Kinda expected to see the looks on you two do-gooders faces seeing some real fights, but getting to watch that old monk bastard get his shit handed to him is almost as good! Whaddya think of the new guy, hm? I could probably take him, but not so sure about Chunners over here.” Juri chuckled out, words interspersed with biting chomps of her teeth on the lollipop she had rolling about in her mouth.

“Please Juri, if anything, I only came here because a tournament like this violates so many laws its a miracle it hasn’t been shut down yet. I have no idea why you would ever come to some foul bloodsport that tarnishes the name of martial arts, but I will admit this…Derrick, is it? He’s certainly impressive to come out as the victor against Dhalsim…Cammy, what do you know about him? Surely if such a fighter comes from your home, you’d know him.” Chun replied, rolling her eyes and trying to ignore how Chun Li was using those dextrous feet of hers to scrape against her scalp idly while the devil-horned woman reclined across her lap.

“I might have MI6 ties, but I don’t know everything my dear. In places like this, fighters lie about their origins practically all the time. All these rumours being passed around are little more than hearsay…sure, you can tell he’s a decent fighter, but I doubt he’s everything you’re cracking him up to be, even some of the best martial artists have their off days, maybe today is just one of those for Dhalsim...Though I doubt that’s gonna stop Juri looking at the poor chap like he’s a piece of meat.” Cammy explained, sighing as her words clearly did nothing to dissuade the dark-haired menace eagerly watching Derrick’s broad, musclebound back as he carried Dhalsim away in his arms.

“Hmmm…maybe. But I’ve been jonesing for a decent lil toy to play with, and well, sometimes you can never be sure how good something’s gonna taste till you give it a bite~” The woman cackled, sharp teeth biting down on her lollipop and making it explode into sugary crystals instantly from the epic force of her surprisingly strong jaw muscles, tongue lapping up the sweetness lingering on her glossy lips as her left eye twinkled a bright, fluorescent purple just beneath her eyepatch…

—

While the three legends bickered fiercely, the very topic of their discussion was long gone, hours away from the underground stadium walls of the Maxim tournament with heavy pockets, a heart beaming with pride and excitement and his trademark smile so bright and distractingly white it could challenge even Dee Jay’s.

Fresh off such a stunning victory, it was only expected that he take the time to celebrate, and so Derrick did just that the best way he knew how…

With more training, of course.

Sure, the young man knew just how important rest and recuperation were for anyone seeking the strength he wished for himself…but damn if that fight earlier hadn’t got his blood pumping with an excitement he hadn’t felt since he first sparred with his master Sagat and came out on top.

The boy had much of the same passion for combat that Ryu once held, and seeing a young man such as him brimming with potential and begging to have his full potential unravelled, the former Street Fighting champion felt duty bound to honor his request and take him under his wing until he had surpassed him.

With more than five years of training with one of the greatest fighters in the world under his belt, Derrick had an aura of unmatched intimidation clouding him wherever he went. And that only made it that much more terrifying for the members of the boxing gym he’d stopped at to see a towering behemoth from a foreign land, with dark skin and low hanging dreadlocks and arms that looked tougher than some of the burliest mud wrestlers they had ever seen, nearly effortlessly tossing around plates of heavy iron steel that added up to literal TONS of mass altogether before finally heading to the sauna to recuperate after hours spent breaking every last lifting record in the place.

A sigh of relief seemed to fill the weight room once he was out of sight, blissfully unaware of the much deadlier storm of killing intent honing in on their location at superhuman speeds.

Normally, Derrick would instantly recognize the presence of such a danger in his midst, but with the relaxing steam of the Sauna being the perfect opportunity to engage in some focused ki training (which just so happened to involve his nostrils gaping and growling in deep, nasty snores…), he remained totally unaware as a pair of fearsome feet flashed through the gym and effortlessly beat down a horde of some of the strongest boxers in Indonesia like they were dominos being knocked down by a finger flick.

A wicked snort and giggle arose from the assailant who’d whisked through the gym like a cyclone of destruction given human form, devilish horns of the woman’s hair bouncing with her sprightly steps as Juri hopped up to the entrance of the sauna, one leg held high in a straight arrow pointing upwards in an impressive show of flexibility.

“Ooo, sleeping your cute little butt off right after a big win, are you? Rookie move…you gotta stay alert if you’re gonna try taking on the big boys~” She sang, her foot bending down with her knee and reaching to slide the door open, eyes glimmering like a child unwrapping a Christmas present, brimming with untold excitement at the possibilities that lay before her.

Only for her smile to turn to a grimace when her foot instinctively twisted away and met her rivals in a brutal kicking clash that echoed through the entire building.

‘Awww, seriously? Why you gotta butt in on my fun, Chunners? Thought you’d loosen up now that you’re not a cop anymore, but seems like you still got a stick up that ass of yours…mind if I beat it outta ya? You’d be thankful, trust me.” She growled, licking across her lips as she met the stern frown of the Kung Fu champion matching her attack..

“Fun? You find random assault fun? I’d say I would have let you have at this if you would have just challenged your opponent honorably, but knowing you, you’d turn that into a bloodbath anyway. But since you haven’t gotten over your childish need to bully inexperienced fighters, I guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson myself.” Chun huffed, barely finishing her reprimand before Juri struck like a frenzied animal, her other leg stamping down on the woman’s enormous thigh and springing into the air for a drop kick that could have smashed her opponent’s head in if not for the timely dodge she employed.

The two women were as graceful as ballerinas with strikes deadlier than bullet sprays, dancing about the floor and exchanging blows that never quite seemed to land, evenly matched as always in that annoying way that made Juri hate fighting her so much.

Winning against Chun in a straight up fight was impossible, the two had been deadlocked for years ever since they’d first met, and it was obvious even to one with an ego as bloated as Juri’s that that wasn’t changing any time soon…

But playing dirty could certainly shift things in her favor at least.

With a leaping spring off from the floor and her feet poised for a flying kick, Juri smirked the moment Chun fell into her trap, meeting her own foot with a defending smack of her palm that put her in the perfect position to have her neck scissored by the smaller woman’s titanic thighs and spun into the floor so her head was SMASHED beneath an UTTERLY GIGANTIC AVALANCHE OF DOUGHY PALE POUND-SPHERES AS THE KUNG-FU QUEEN GOT HER FACE SMUSHED BETWEEN THE FLOOR OF THE BOXING RING AND THE SUFFOCATING MEAT BUNS OF JURI’S WOBBLING ASS!

“Mmmm…you know, you always did look so much better with your mouth shut and your face buried in this ass…more useful too, you’d stand a way better chance at convincing me to be a lil goodie two-shoes like you if it meant I had you as my personal ass-licking bitch from now on.” Juri giggled, showcasing her control over the mighty muscles she had beneath the jiggling sea of fuckable assfat that made up her ginormous jello-rump, popping each cheek one after another with enough force and vigor that she was practically pounding the poor girl’s face into the boxing mat with every WHOP of bouncy fuck-flesh smacking into the back of Chun’s head.

“MFFFNGGGGHHHHOUUUUUURHHHHHHHH~” Chun screeched out, voice muffled as she kicked her musclebound legs wildly, the attempt turning out useless as Jun merely dodged and grasped the woman’s feet to hold her in place, contorting her body into an extremely compromised position as she pulled the woman’s lower body back.

“Now now Chunners, if you were feeling jealous, all you had to do was ask~ I mean, just looking at how you’ve been acting all day, it’s obvious you need a good, hard fuck. We both know just how much you loveeeeee getting that pretty face of yours smothered with this phat, puffy pussy and allllll this meaty fucking ass. I’d call you a dyke, but I’m pretty fond of these cheeks of yours too…though they’re definitely way too hyped up, mine is obviously better and no one even notices!” Juri teased the woman, her flirty tone shifting to a slightly bitter one when one aspect of their years long rivalry (and one of the most important ones in her mind) came up regarding which fat-cheeked fighter’s monstrous mega-booty trumped the others, her hand releasing one of Chun’s hands to smack down into the side of one pillowy moon of her Chinese meat-buns with a rumbling THWAP! Striking the air.

As embarrassing as that was for her, it gave her the chance to finally strike back, steadying her hands and curving her spine to strike Juri in the forehead and roll her off her body, flipping up to her feet and gasping for air as she was released from the fleshy prison that was Juri’s ass.

“I…t-that was…that was a long time ago, Juri, and it’s not about that! I’m trying to stop you from doing something rash…”

“Oh, so I can do you instead? You really must be going through a dry spell Chunners, dating scene still not working out for ya? Aw, the legendary Chun Li can’t even find a guy to handle her fat ass yet? I thought you’d have gotten better than crawling back to me to give you a good fuck, but I guess I could spare you the time.” Juri shot back, words clearly striking a chord and leaving Chun flustered beyond belief, a state in which she knew for a fact the woman was far less effective at holding her own in.

“I…s-shut up! I’ve dated before, I just…h-haven’t found the right guy yet. And please, I have far too much pride to come to you to…pleasure myself…” Her voice dragged a bit, blocks lagging even as she managed to beat back Juri’s relentless assault. Countless embarrassing memories of prior relationships playing in the back of her mind that made her soft pale cheeks go bright red with embarrassment.

There wasn’t anything bad about the men she’d been with before…on the contrary, she was sure most women would give up an arm and a leg for the kind of prospects she had. An infamous beauty like Chun had some of the worlds greatest fighters, richest business moguls and most influential politicians scrambling desperately for a moment with her, and most of them were quite good, charming, respectful, and clearly obsessed with every part of her (and like most men, ESPECIALLY her ass). The real trouble tended to begin once things moved into the bedroom, and the years of hard fought battles that had formed a body of iron was, for once, a disadvantage.

Simply put, she was too strong, much too strong for normal men to keep up with her. Hell, most times it seemed like they could barely even survive her, the scant few men who had convinced her to get on top with them had all ended up with harrowing hip fractures that ranged from taking years to recover from, to leaving them full on cripples from the SHEER FORCE AND POWER OF HER TITANIC THIGHS AND ASS HAMMERING DOWN ON TOP OF THEIR POOR, WEAK BODIES AND BASHING THEIR BONES LIKE THEY WERE BEING GROUND TO DUST!

Finding another fighter on her level had been a thought that came to mind, but the simple fact was most men that dedicated to the craft of honing their skill in combat were either completely incapable of handling a relationship, or already hitched. As much as it was embarrassing to admit it, Chun was still a woman with desires, and there were…times when those desires led her into the arms of Cammy or Juri…or both…and while it brought her no joy to remember how many times her beautiful thighs were entangled around the savage fighter’s face or curvy hips, she couldn’t deny that the woman across from her certainly knew the right buttons to push when it came to her.

“Hah, ya can’t fool me girl! Just cause you can’t get any decent dick doesn’t mean you have to try spoiling my fun!”

“Wait…what? You were here to-ouh~” Chun’s brain stopped for a moment in shock as she realized what Juri was implying, her distraction once again being taken advantage of as Juri slid, captured her legs and twisted her to the ground once more, pouncing like a starving animal and diving her face directly into the warm, sopping wet cleft of Chun Li’s cunt straight through her tiny unitard!

“SLRPSLRPSCHLRPPPPP~ Mnnngh…God, I missed this pussy…you know, if you weren’t such a lil bitch, we could have some fun together. Could even get you all spaded up like me and get you some real dick.” Juri smiled, a sharp fingernail slicing through a few straps of her spider patterned bra and revealing a deep black spade symbol plastered atop the bouncy flesh of her tit for Chun Li to see with a look of confusion.

“W-what are you…OUHNNNNNNN~” The Kung-Fu master began, inwardly cursing herself at letting this devil of a woman learn all her deepest pleasure spots as they were relentlessly attacked all at once, stopping Chun from even thinking to fight back as her brain sparked with pulses of pleasure that burned across her nerves and nearly took her breath away.

“Heh, you have noooo idea, do you Chunners? Not a surprise, really. Let’s just say that I like to fuck as much as I like to fight, but most dudes can’t really handle a fuck as amazing as me. Like, do you see this ass? Most Asian guys don’t even know what to fucking do with it, losersssss~” Juri explained, her words slurred between pauses with her hungry tongue slurping and plush lips smacking against all the ripe, peachy pussymeat she could sample from between Chun’s thighs.

“I mean, I’ve fucked all sorts of guys Chun, and it’s pretty much a fact that black dudes are the absolute best. I mean, do you think I’d get these tattoos for no reason? Just fucking look at some of these guys? I’m always in control of course, but fuck if I’m not an absolute SLUT for nigger-dicks.” She proudly told her, a gasp of shock slipping free from Chun’s face as Jun held her phone up to her eyes and swiped through an absolutely sordid collection of photos.

Dozens upon dozens of pictures of Juri Han’s fuckable curves laid out in all their bare glory, barely covered by sets of scandalously skimpy clothing that looked ready to SNAP under the titanic task of holding up the weight of pounds upon pounds of gorgeous pale titty-flesh and even thicker, rounder, wobbly soft assfat. But that wasn’t the shocking part, Chun had seen Juri clad in much, much worse before…what really shook the woman to her core and made every sensual lick across her trembling slit feel even more irresistably pleasurable and forbidden was what it said.

White straps and waistbands contrasting with pure black fabric for those enormous bra-cups and teeny panties that were utterly swallowed on both ends by the sheer overflowing meat of Juri’s phat pussy and outrageous ass, bold letters scrawled atop the white edges of her “clothing” with one simple word that was echoing out in Chun’s head endlessly…

BLACKED.

The devil-horned woman’s formerly unblemished body wasn’t spared from being marked either. Her soft, smooth, silky skin transformed into a canvas of artwork dedicated to proclaiming that she was black-owned…a statement which was literally inked right above her pussy as she swiped down to a new picture…one with her neck being grasped by a thick, mannish hand, deep chocolate brown contrasting against snowy white skin in a way that made Chun Li feel…strange.

The man was mostly obscured by the darkness of the image, but he certainly made his impression on her, big, broad, a tiny hint of his woefully boxer-clad crotch tented with what was an undeniably massive cock rubbing right against Juri’s exposed pussy, dribbling pre against the spade masterfully printed right above her BLACK-OWNED tattoo.

And it didn’t end there either, there were so many…each schlrppp and shlorppppp~ of Juri’s intrusive tongue against her inviting pussy accompanied by a new flashing image of some hung as fuck black dude groping the woman devouring her cunt shamelessly. All of which were framed as though specifically to tease her, leaving just enough to spark the fires of curiosity in her that throbbed all the way to the epicenter of mind breaking desire that was her pulsing cock-slot of a pussy…

“Yeah, that’s right Chunners. You wanna CUM YOUR FUCKING BRAINS OUT LOOKING AT ALL THAT BIG, SUPERIOR BLACK BULL-DICK WRECKING THESE HOLES? All you gotta do is ask and I might just give it to ya~ slurping this naughty lil clit of yours till you cum all for momma Juri like a good bitch~” Juri teased, her words piercing through the woman’s iron will as Chun tried and failed to voice even a single word of protest, her mind screaming at her to fulfill her basest desires and FUCK HERSELF SILLY ON THAT NASTY WET TONGUE CREAMING OUT HER WALLS AND NEVER THINK ABOUT ANYTHING AGAIN~♥️💖💖

“Ouhnnnn…f-fuck…P-pleaseeeeee lemme cum Juri💔💔…Fuck, your tongue is so good! I wanna squirt my stupid lil fuckin’ brains out watchin all those big black dicks~💓”

“Well then, if you’re gonna ask so nicely…” Juri started, pushing her face tantalizingly close to Cammy’s pussy, sharp toenails scissoring through the bottom of her unitard and spreading open the tear in the fabric to fully expose her gasping fuckholes to the world, tongue whipping so close to her g-spot before…

She spat onto that slick, slippery pussy of hers and gave Chun’s greedy cunt a harsh SMACK for good measure! Her body pulsed with the sudden sense of pain whipping from where she expected to find such heart-pounding pleasure, confused and silently screaming to herself in her mind as she watched Juri rise with a smug, shit-eating grin.

“Then too bad, Chunners! Ya really think I’m gonna let you off with a good pussy-tonguing from me, Juri Han? The Spider herself? Fat fuckin’ chance! I’d stick around anyway, but your pathetic face is bumming me out too much! Have fun goin home and riding a dildo till it snaps on that fat ass while I’m actually getting some good dick!” She cackled, flipping away while Chun Li tried to scramble to her feet, arms hanging off the ropes of the boxing ring , huffing and puffing and mewling out strangled protests that died on her lips, lust quickly turning to anger and shame as she finally got a moment to catch her breath and recollect herself.

God, how embarrassing! Reduced to begging at the hands of that footloose pervert Juri Han! At the very least, she’d managed to retain her dignity, thankful beyond all belief that the room was filled with nothing but knocked out brutes who were too busy snoring into the tiles to see Chun Li’s defeat…

Well, aside from Derrick himself as the two fighters’ eyes met, his body doused in sweat and steam with the full bulk of his musclebound body glimmering before her as she panted and watched him with wide, shocked eyes.

She could feel her heart sinking as she saw his eyes trailing across her, clearly questioning whether or not to speak even as he was busy relishing the sight of Chun Li, sweaty and gasping and with her leaking holes revealed to the open air in a state more vulnerable than any man had ever seen him in. What was once merely annoyance had turned into a full on rage. How dare this little amateur runt gaze upon the perfection that was the body of the legendary Kung Fu Queen! She’d show him! As soon as she caught her breath she would stomp right over and dragon kick him right in his…

Fat…

Beefy…

Ragingly solid, thick, rising spire of cuntbreaking black dick clearly rising beneath his towel, almost as long as some Bo Staff’s she’d once trained with and nearly thicker all around than her entire hand!

“Oh, shit…uh, sorry, I wasn’t trying to look, honest! I guess I just kinda caught up watching a fight with THE Chun-Li and Juri-Han, errr…sorry if I’ve got a bit of a half-chub, seriously didn’t mean to look like a peeping tom…” The young man stumbled to excuse himself, his mind racing between his clear admiration for the woman before him as a respected combatant and his undeniable male instinct to greedily eye-fuck her as much as he could in her vulnerable position before she kicked him into unconsciousness.

She could feel it, the want that clearly leaked through his deep brown orbs, his heart pounding beneath the perfectly carved slabs of solid manly muscle fibers bundled atop one another that made up his chest. The pictures Juri showed her played once again in her mind with her as their subject, only now she had an even more prime specimen to imagine as the man beside her, touching, groping, conquering her body with his eager touch.

“W-wait! You are not going to just up and leave after seeing me in such a state, you welp! Just…just…come over here.” Chun tried to order, though her gasping voice made it sound much more like a pleading whimper, and Derrick, upholding the values of chivalry he had ingrained in him for years, couldn’t help but follow her demands.

It was only when he was directly in front of her that Chun got an idea of just how big he was. Her head barely even coming to the bottom of his tanky, sweaty, chiseled beefcake chest that she was already dreaming of worshipfully licking for every morsel of salty sweat dripping off that studly flesh  And his domineering size was clearly apparent in far more than just his height…Chun’s eyes unconsciously dragging low once again, mouth watering at the sight of the towering spire of veiny stud-beef that rhythmically bobbed and bounced in the air…what was it Juri called it again? Nigger cock.

That was it, that was what she would use to describe this…this beast that seemed to finally be crawling out of hiding to face her with the sole intent to burrow into her, carve into her plush, warm holes deep. Deeper than any man had ever gone…and judging by the fact that she could still see it rising and growing, deeper still than any man ever would.

The two fighters were clearly affected by just being in one another’s presence, Derrick’s breaths growing deep and haggard as a primal male instinct washed over his mind, the hanging orbs of his gigantic nutsack audibly GURGLING in preparation, as though his body knew that the only necessary response to seeing such a breeding-ready body before him was to CHURN OUT THE THICKEST, HEAVIEST, GREASIEST WADS OF COAGULATED, SPERM-DENSE JIZZLOADS TO STUFF HER FULL OF RANDY WRIGGLERS AND TURN THAT MILFY CHINESE BITCH INTO A FAT-BELLIED BABYMAKER OF A WOMAN!

The young man stood no chance of hiding his long held attraction for the Kung Fu master before him, of course, almost every man who’d had the pleasure of meeting her had some unrequited admiration for Chun Li, but for a combat fanatic like Derrick who had nearly religiously watched all her greatest hits and obsessed over the immaculately sculpted perfection of her infamous thighs (solely for their functionality in combat of course…definitely not fantasizing about how many hot, splattering shots of stinky nut-sludge he could splatter all over them without end if he had her before him).

Both of their lips parted simultaneously, trying to make out words to make sense of their situation, before their bodies impatiently jumped in to do the talking for them…

SCHLAPP!

The bloating pillar of outrageously thick, womb-wrecking cock-beef that had been hiding beneath Derrick’s towel saw fit to spring free all at once in one moment, its sheer girth and mass splitting through the meager cotton that dared to cover him up and SMACKING RIGHT INTO THE CLEFT OF CHUN’S SOAKED PUSSY, ENGORGED COCK-KNOB THROBBING AND BOUNCING AGAINST THE DOUGHY CHEEKS OF HER ASS AND SINKING IN BETWEEN THAT PILLOWY SOFT FLESH THROUGH THE TEAR IN HER UNITARD! THE UNRELENTING FORCE AND HEAT OF ALL THAT MASSIVE, BURLY, BITCHBREAKING MONSTERDICK SLIDING UP AGAINST HER DEEPEST PARTS MAKING THE WOMAN SHIVER AND TENSE AND COLLAPSE AGAINST Derrick’S BROAD, BULKY FRAME AS SHE CAME HER BRAINS OUT!

“FUGHHHHHHHHH~!!!! CUMMMINNNNNGGGGGGGG~💕💓💓 THAT BIG ♥️ FAT 💖 JUICY NIGGER-DICK IS MAKING MY PRETTY LITTLE PUSSY CUM LIKE A DUMB FUCKING SLUTTTTTT~💞” She howled into the heavens, her fingers interlocking around Derrick’s neck as her cunt splattered over his body with the fragrant, sweet-smelling pussy-juice squirting all over him without restraint. Their lips found each others instinctively, Derrick hoisting her up casually like she was a mere doll in his arms, hands steady on her hips as her thighs clenched around the beefy cockpillar slamming between her thighs, treating the ultra-hung bull to an impromptu thighjob from the legendary legs that no woman on earth had ever matched while they’re tongues traced one anothers in a hot, messy makeout session.

“Mnghhhh…mph…schlrp, shlorp, schlllrkkk~💗💗 Ngh, God I would…I would never do this usually, but…fuck, I just need someone to fuck me right now. D-don’t think this is because of you specifically or anything, I just…I have needs.” She gasped out between raunchy, lip-smacking kisses, barely even finding the time to breathe before her mouth instinctively sought out his own and met it in the most desperate, cloying, lewd kiss she had ever given or received!

SCHRIPPPPPPP!

Amidst the frenzied makeout session, by the sheer weight and heft of her endlessly clapping asscheeks and tense, jiggling thighmeat, the already weakened bottom parts of her flimsy unitard finally began to give way, tearing away to reveal more and more of the glistening sweat-soaked hills of her enormous ass. Though the bulk of them remained woefully covered until Derrick, running off pure instinct and desire to grope that awe-inspiring shelf of Asian rumpflesh completely and totally bare, dug his hands between the tear trailing up against her asscrack, heaved and grunted and with a mighty flex of the solid ebony pistons that were his arms, utterly eviscerated the bottom half of Chun Li’s unitard and left her bottom half nude and ripe for the taking!

His fingers sank into the squishy meat of her abundant assfat, bouncy jello spheres jiggling in the air and yielding under the crushing force of those greedy digits of his like mochi, so immense that it spilled out between the gaps of his fingers as he grabbed onto it, using her fuckable round rear as a handle to drive his hips and slam his surging cock DEEP between her thighs.

“PHWAP! PHWAP! THWAPPPPPP~!!!” Went the sound of Derrick’s thrashing bullmeat sliding between her thighs, the smacking thuds of his hefty sack bashing weightily into her legs, the formerly mild (well, mild for a dense, neverending flow of thick, custardy pre-sludge that was pumping out from his weeping cocktip that would have easily outdid the collective semen of twelve men in an actual ejaculation) outflow of precum from his eye-sized piss-slit into a rhythmic spattering of wet, sticky, frothy fuck-grease that rained down against the back of Chun’s thighs and poured out dangerously close to her parting pussylips.

It was all just too much, the boiling heat of the ginormous cunt-skewer fucking through the musclebound meat of her legs, the strength with which the towering beefcake she was slamming her lips against was smacking gripping her bubbly asscheeks and making her feel completely weightless, the scalding heat sizzling across her thighs with each wet, sticky dribble of nasty nigger-nutjuice so close to her pussy…

She came. Again. Vision going white and legs clamping down against the massive pillar of solid obsidian cockmeat between her thighs, eyes rolling back in her head as her body trembled, thrashing and writhing against nothing at all until, somehow, the impossible happened.

Chun Li’s legs gave out.

CHUN LI’S legs gave out.

THE CHUN LI’S legendary legs gave out.

She couldn’t even believe it herself…but that was the only real explanation for how she’d ended up toppling onto her knees, gasping out her next words with shock and awe almost as immense as what she felt being faced head on with a CLOSE UP POV OF WHAT HAD TO BE MORE THAN TWENTY INCHES WORTH OF ENORMOUSLY BLOATED BLACK DICKMEAT, PULSING HARDER AND HARDER FROM THE MERE SIGHT OF CHUN LI ON HER KNEES BEFORE HIM WITH THOSE TWITCHING, BULGING WRECKING BALL NUTS SWINGING LOW BENEATH THAT BURLY BREEDING SHAFT LIKE THE TANTALIZINGLY HEAVY SPERM-BANKS THEY WERE!

“F-fuck~🩷…I…I can’t feel my legs! You…you fucking smug little ASS. I can see you smiling up there, even with this m…massive fucking cock smacking all over my face…💞💞💖 …you like knowing the Chun Li is on her knees in front of you? Well…I’ll show you! I don’t even need my legs to take you out, you just watch! While I…I…take this big…d-dark…HEAVY FUCKING MONSTERCOCK AND TEACH YOU A GODDAMN LESSON WITH IT, YOU LITTLE RUNT!” She huffed pridefully, a shiver trembling through her vocal chords in every other word as she read much more into Derrick’s smile than he ever intended to convey, simply too excited at the thought that Chun Li might have been ready to slurp all over his massive, solid stud-prick, so much so that she ended up doing it herself!

“Runt? Hey, look, all respect to you, but I’m not just gonna take that lying do-oughhhhhh shit yeah…” Derrick tried to bark back at first, his lust momentarily overtaken by a slight feeling of offense at her words…for whatever reason, that only turned Chun Li on more. Most men would instantly yield to the slightest word of criticism from her, too mesmerized by her awesome beauty or terrified by her incredible strength or an odd mix of both to even dare contest her in the most passive word of disagreement…Derrick though, she could tell he was made of sturdier stuff, the simple fact that his cock was nowhere near close to spewing out the belly-bloating jizzload roiling in his fat nuts was proof enough of that, though she intended to rectify that issue soon enough…

“GWORKKKKKK! GLURSSSSCHHHH! SCHLOUUUUUURKKKKKK~💗💗”

The plush pillows of Chun’s silky soft lips were stretched thin as her jaw widened against the rigid cockslab beating into her maw and slamming past her uvula as she slammed herself far enough to engulf half of it within her wet, spit-greased cock-socket of a mouth. Her throat bloating out to nearly twice its original width as her eyes watered and her gag reflex fought back against her efforts.

But Chun Li didn’t become the world’s strongest Kung-Fu master for nothing! Her iron will pushed her further, oxygen be damned! Sparing any chance she had to catch her breath in a bid to fully subsume him in overwhelming pleasure as she wrapped her clenching throat against all the swarthy, sweat-soaked inches of throbbing breeding pipe stuffing her mouth, tongue swirling over all she could find like the end of a melting soft serve ice cream cone while she bobbed and bobbed her pretty little head as hard as she could on his groin.

It was a valiant effort, one that left her coughing, heaving and gagging, engulfing that bloated black monsterdick in an endless torrent of spewing throatslime scooped out from the deepest depths of her engorged gullet, sprays of sticky cunt-juice pouring from her pussy and leaving her kneeling in a pool of her own lust, bouncy bubble-rump jutting out behind her and teasing Derrick’s eyes with its tantalizingly jiggling slopes as she slammed her throat on every inch of heavy gut-punching dick she could fit in her maw. And from what she saw, it definitely seemed to be working, given how she could see Derrick’s thick abs flexing and hear the groaning rumbles of pleasure rising from deep within his belly and echoing throughout the room in a low, heavy bass that sent a shudder rippling through her spine, a clench of primal satisfaction throbbing in her pussy and would have seen her beaming with a prideful smile if not for more than a foot of musky black cock-beef sliding invading her oral cavity.

She had this in the bag. Sure, he caught her off guard earlier and pushed her through not one, but two astounding, toe-curling, knee-knocking waves of orgasmic bliss that practically paralyzed her from the waist down…but Chun Li’s record of besting even the greatest men to come before her both in the battlefield and the bedroom wouldn’t be beat just yet! All she had to do was suck suck suck and drain out that thick, juicy, lava-hot brew of nasty, hole-stuffing cock-sauce steaming in those big, fat, godlike jizz-pods of his until this cocky brute had finally admitted, with his enormous cock spent and aching, that she was undoubtedly his superior, and she strutted off with her awe-inspiring ass bouncing teasingly in his gaze (and, if he put up a good performance groveling, his number scrawled in between her cleavage for future use…)

But then he went and put his hands on those buns.

Those Goddamn buns.

His huge, heavy hands squeezed into the sides of her head that were tied into springy buns of hair, halting her ministrations altogether as her stretched out lips were poised around the tip of his cock, looking her squarely in her wide, glossy eyes and snarling down into her face with a look of aggression that just maybe, slightly made Chun’s faith in her success waver just a bit.

“Hnghhhh…Just wanted to help, but you had to come here picking a goddamn fight. Well if that’s what you want, it’s what you’re gonna get! I didn’t train hard enough to get this far just to let you try and treat me like a fucking dildo to scrape out that tiny little slut mouth of yours! Gonna show you what this nigger cock can really do when I SPLIT THAT FUCKING TINY CHINK THROAT OF YOURS WITH IT, BITCH!” Derrick roared out, his forearms pulsing thick and hard to pull Chun’s head as far as it could go and RECKLESSLY IMPALE AS MUCH OF HER SLOPPY THROATCUNT AS HIS BURROWING COCK COULD FIT!

“GWORP~ GLURP~ GLRPPPPPPPP~” Messy sounds of throat clogged, cock-choking, spittle-spewing  facefucking filled the room as slowly, inch by brutal, bloated inch, Chun’s pretty face was sank deeper and deeper and deeper onto his throbbing fuckpole until, with an explosion of nasty whore-slobber and trickling tears running down the woman’s face and painting her cheeks a deep charcoal black until finally, with a wet crashing noise of finality symbolizing TWENTY INCHES OF HEFTY BLACK BITCHBREAKING COCK STUFFING CHUN’S THROAT AS HER NOSTRILS SLAMMED INTO Derrick’S WASHBOARD ABS AND HER EYES ROLLED BACK AT THE ALL CONSUMING STENCH OF PUNGENT SWEAT AND NASTY, VIRILE NUT-STINK TAINTING HER VERY BEING WITH ITS POTENCY!

And it was far from finished with just that, true to his word, Derrick was absolutely set on the idea of breaking in Chun Li’s perfect chinese cock holster of a mouth like she was some phat assed onahole brought to life! Fat nigger nuts punched into her throat endlessly as the echoing whops of his hips slamming into her face with each desperate, shallow thrust he made rung through the entire gym, nothing but the sheer fact of how badly Juri had utterly destroyed every last fighter in the building keeping them from being woken up by the depraved noises of throat-scraping bull-fucking straight into Chun’s greedy gullet. Bashing into her over and over again until it seemed like her very world was centered around the mighty breeding bat that was Derrick’s manhood, the rankness of his masculine musk emptying out her skull almost as much as the brain rattling thrusts he gave into her slurping maw over and over again until…

“GURP! GRLLLLL! GLHRRPPPPP~” The echoing roar of his ballsack preparing to eject its contents rang out so loudly in Chun’s head that she could practically feel every telltale throb and buck of enormous ebony fuckmeat signaling his oncoming climax. But rather than mere surprise and urgency to get it over with with the least mess possible (Chun HATED the feeling of dirt and filth of all kinds on her skin, and being splattered by the messy, smelly blurts of some random man’s jizz felt like the absolute epitome of that), she found herself desperately seeking to get Derrick there, lapping her tongue against the engorged cum-pipe trailing down the underside of his giant shaft, silky smooth hands palming at his swinging balls and suckling like the throat-bashing bullrod slamming into her mouth was a spouting spring of freshwater to quench the seemingly unending cumthirst flooding every cell in her body.

And yet, in an act of mercy (or cruelty, given how clear it was, whether she would acknowledge it or not, that she was practically begging to get her guts hosed down with a fresh wad of greasy, sticky nut-sludge pressure injected straight into her belly), Derrick opted to yank her off his throbbing member with a heavy grunt, grasping his cock, so bloated and thick that even his giant hands, large enough to dwarf Chun’s skull as he was facefucking her, couldn’t fully wrap around it with only one. Working his throbbing member as he was clearly on the edge of his climax while Chun watched in awe, eyeing up the weeping cum-slit on the tip of his cock with a cute look of nervousness, curiosity and inflamed, primal desire that finally drove her to shyly push her head forward as Derrick jacked off into her face and slide her slick, spit-shined tongue against the inner parts of his giant cock-slit…

“Smooch~💙”

That was the breaking point, the floodgates opened nearly instantly as the thickness of his already huge cock expanded to the point it looked ready to burst, veins pulsing tight against the surface of his manhood in a wide web of squiggly veins that beat and throbbed and growled angrily with nothing but primal breeding intent as his balls tightened and clenched to spurt out with its first chunky, oatmeal thick shot splattering right atop Chun’s lips and face that nearly blinded her in the eye with the force and power of spewing, sperm-stuffed nut slapping onto her face.

One. Two. Three.

In three hot, nasty “SPRTTTTTTT SPURT SCHPURTTTTTTTT”’s Chun Li’s face, the picturesque image of Asian beauty and prestige, looked like complete and total whiteout. Its faces smothered in a deluge of bubbly thick ball-snot so viscous and slimy that she seemed like she’d been struck with a pie in the face.

He didn’t stop there of course, angrily tearing right through the already stretched out surface of her top and making her whine as the worn out clothes received their long desired wish of being torn free from her massively jiggly curves, slapping his cum-spewing cock-pipe right between the wobbling spheres of Chinese titmeat she had on display and HOSING THEM DOWN WITHOUT THE SLIGHTEST BIT OF MERCY OR RESTRAINT!

Chun Li was totally and completely defeated by the overwhelming power of RAUNCHY NIGGER JIZZ-SPRAYS WIPING HER MIND CLEAN OF ANY THOUGHTS BUT BEING A GOOD LITTLE BALL DRAINING CHINK WHORE FOR SUCH A MASSIVE BLACK BREEDING ROD~💕💕💖

Try as she might to muster any thought of resistance (or any thought at all other than being covered with more and more tacky alpha cream until it dominated her entire existence), even she was reduced to a mere women in the face of such awe-striking virility slapped down onto her face and dripping down her tits as a monsoon of dense, chunky, sperm-slathered cum spilled down the slopes of her ripe cleavage as Derrick’s shots of jizz finally abated after what felt like hours he’d spent splattering rope after rope of his prime breeding seed onto her grade-A fuckdoll curves. And somehow, the potent smell of testosterone stuffed spunk as it covered her face and nostrils, the sound of his satisfied grunts rumbling through her core and making her feel so epically used like a nasty jizz-towel, and the sensation of his nuts already growing fuller and fatter the moment they’d emptied their contents as though to tell her that even more was in store for her…it made her scream in frenzied pleasure and squirt for the third time right then and there.

“Oh God! And he hasn’t even put that cock anywhere NEAR my pussy yet. This foreign cock…no, this NIGGER DICK is far more dangerous than I ever expected💔💔 M-maybe he’ll let me off with just the blowjob this time? I CAN’T let that thing get close to my other holes…all of that fat. Hot. Juicy cockmeat with those big bloated bull-nuts are TOO POWERFUL! I can’t let that big hard nigger cock slam inside of me and stretch me out soooooo good like Juri said…t-there’s just no way I could win against him if I did thattttt💔💞💗”  She thought to herself, her inner monologue itself being slurred and riddled with stammering pauses that spoke to the haze of all consuming lust that devoured any greater logic or pride that might have caused her to persist in her resistance.

Her neurons sparked and twitched failingly in a desperate search for something, anything to say that would dissuade the towering bull from his pursuit to claim and conquer her in ways that she feared would leave her a permanent addict to juicy black-bull loads and fat, nasty gushes of his tasty nut!

“I-I…l-let’s stop this here, y-you’ve wo-”

Not even hearing her voice as it was reduced to little more than a meek, mousy, raspy pleading tone, totally buried by the massively wet WHOP of his somehow still unyieldingly hard, heavy alpha meat slapping down against her face, her mouth gaping in awe and eyes glimmering with wide, twinkling blue hearts dancing within her irises as she shivered with anticipation at the druglike scent of pure, sweat-soaked, cum-caked COCK filling her cute nostrils and nearly blinding her sight from its heaving weight slammed atop her face.

“Phew. That felt fucking awesome. Sorry about the mess, but I didn’t wanna almost drown you or something like that…happens more than you’d think. But something tells me that can’t be all you’ve got, is it, Chun? I mean, I’m still hard as a fucking rock up here…I wouldn’t have expected the great Chun Li to give up on me after just one round, without even letting me see what those legs of yours can really do too, a shame really…unless you wanna keep going and take this dick up that pussy of yours too?” Derrick teased her, his words prickling at a part of the woman beneath him that was far removed from any logical acknowledgment that she stood no chance of winning this battle…the itch to take that beefy cockslab that had just plastered her face in an avalanche of gooey hot stud-nut inside of her pussy growing into a raging, fiery want that outright hurt to deny, a gulp traveling down her throat as Derrick’s pussy-plunging dick throbbed fiercely as though already preparing for the inevitable rutting frenzy she was in store for…

—

“Ahn! S-stop…s-smacking that big fucking cockbat all over my butt! I’m trying to keep my balance over here!” Chun Li mewled softly, strangled sounds of desperate need spewing from her plump, puffy lips, her tired legs finally somewhat rejuvenated even as they slightly shivered and trembled in her position.

Clearly, the pistoning, unbreakable weapon that was her posterior chain was far from its best position, but even in the state she was in, she could easily hold the pose she was in right now that would give some of the world’s most well trained gymnasts a hard time. Her chin was resting on her arms as they were crossed on the boxing mat, her legs spread out far on the floor and back arching like the nock of a bow with its string pulled taut and letting her whopping wobble-rump rise into the air, upturned, ripe and impossibly juicy as it waved and jiggled before Derrick’s eyes.

Honestly, she didn’t quite see what was so special about this…position, it wasn’t really much different from the poses she’d practiced for decades in mastering the Kikouken, but for whatever reason it seemed to drive him wild. His hands were practically all over her, thick, groping digits sliding against her enormous hips and tightly cinched waist as his throbbing cock-spire smacked over her astoundingly huge asscheeks, still sticky and hot from the slit-filling explosion of cum it had been splattered with just a few minutes ago, wet THWAPP’s of his seed smattered dick slamming over each mound of her pillowy poundflesh while she twisted her hips and shook her juicy bubble-rump up unconsciously into his hips in spite of her protests.

“Awww, what’s wrong Chun? If this is enough to put you off your game, you really think you’re gonna be able to keep up with this challenge? I would have thought it’d be easy enough for you to do it, just hold up this position the whole time I’m drilling this dick deep inside of that sopping wet slut-cunt of yours~ but hey, maybe these thunder thighs of yours are finally weighing you down.” Derrick snickered mischievously, beefy barrel arms reaching out and smushing the perky flesh of Chun’s phat ass, parting the meaty mountains to reveal the desperately wanting, clenching holes that eagerly awaited his cock buried deep beneath the silky smooth, ultra soft fuckpadding of her thick thighs and bubbly buns.

For a moment, he watched the soft, flowery pink pucker of her asshole, softly squeezing and clenching at nothing at all as though to advertise what an excellent cock-sucking fuck-socket it was. As he dragged his hips backwards and let the underside of his pulsating pussy-plunger against her ass-crack, pushing forwards once again right at the moment where his vein-riddled cockhead could graze her asshole and make her gasp for breath.

“H-hey! NOT there okay? Y-you can take my pussy, but you’ll literally BREAK my ass if you fuck it with that…f-fucking monster!” Chun protested, though the shivering tone of her voice betrayed her apparent objection as the suctioning clenches of her tight dicksleeve of an ass only seemed to intensify, and a slight whine of disappointment as he followed her suggestion, fist-sized knob pulsing hot and heavy against her dripping cunny as she shivered into the floor with anticipation.

“Heh, fine, I’ll go easy on you and just take your cunt for now…but fair warning, it’s not gonna be gentle!” He announced, hands imprisoning her wide hips as his body surged forth in a mighty pistoning buck of his hips, forcing in a quarter, then a half, then two thirds, then all twenty RAGING INCHES OF EBON-BLACK BITCH-DEFILING, WHORE-STUFFING NIGGER MEAT SURGING THROUGH HER SQUELCHING PUSSY AS CHUN’S TOES CURLED AND HER HIPS WIGGLED DESPERATELY WITH SHOCK, PAIN AND PLEASURE!

An audible “splorch~” of her pussy gushing with hot, needy lust filled the room as her juicy jiggle-globes were squished and molded around the hunky, chiseled slabs of muscular flesh that made up Derrick’s abs, a titan of pure strength and power meeting its match in the strong, yet soft, plushy meat of Chun’s gigantic bubble-ass.

“Oh fuck…b-big…💗. U-uh…m-maybe just go a little bit slow at first and let me warm u-UNGHHHHHH FUCK! I DIDN’T THINK YOU MEANT YOU’D GO THAT HARD! YOU BIG HUNG FUCKING NIGGER BRUTEEEEEE!!💔💔”

The woman’s attempts at negotiation were instantly cut off all at once as, with no care for the devastation he would bring upon her soaked inner folds, Derrick succumbed entirely to his animal desires and began to CEASELESSLY BUCK HIS THROBBING COCKSHAFT INTO HER LIKE THE BEAST IN HEAT HE WAS! THUDDING “CLOP CLOP CLOP”’S OF JUMBO-SIZED ASIAN BOOTYMEAT POUNDING AGAINST THE UNRELENTING BATTERING RAM OF HOLE-SPLITTING MONSTER COCK SLAMMING INTO HER PUSSY!

“C-come on Chun Li! You can do this…a-all you have to do is keep yourself nice and tight in this position till he’s s…spewed out all that thick, nasty nigger-jizz like the quickshot fucker he is. W-wait…h-he’s not wearing a condom, is he? I-is he gonna…ohfuckohfuckohfuck~”

“W-wait! A-at least…p-put a condom on, please? If you keep s-slamming my pussy raw with that giant fucking cock and c…cum inside…I-I don’t think today is saf-NGHHHHHHHH! W-WHY ARE YOU FUCKING ME HARDER, ASSHOLE! Y-YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME…AUHNNNNNN💔💕💞💞” Chun desperately tried to speak up, met only by a bullish grunt from Derrick at what she’d said, the jiggling sea of ivory poundflesh rippling in endless waves as the young fighter behind her made every effort to fuck her brain to mush even HARDER than he was already, riding her through yet another gushing climax that left her floating in an alien world, barely anchored to her own reality as she drooled onto the floor and her once perfectly affixed feet began to tremble and shake ominously close to slipping on the boxing mat.

His hulking hands thudded into her asscheeks from behind with all the force of a whip’s lash searing into her skin, making her wince as her nerves sparkled with the electric crackle of pain that gave way to spine-tingling pleasure, her moans and his angry, lustful grunts the only sounds that dared to compete with the earth-quaking WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPPPPPP!!! Of flesh meeting flesh in hot, wet, frenzied rhythm.

And then, with a chuckle between his words that made it all too clear how serious he was (and made her womb tremble at the thought) he grunted out a reply right as his raging hard, constantly throbbing cockhead smooched against the edge of her womb in hot, sordid union like two long lost lovers desperately entwining their lips together as though their very lives depended on it.

“Heh…fuck, wouldn’t it be a pretty awesome story to tell if I knocked you up, Chunners? I think your body agrees with me too, I can feel that hot fucking chink pussy SQUEEZING all around this big black dick…maybe I should give it what it’s asking for and just stuff your womb full of all the spunk I’ve got in these balls, then?”

“What…what? He didn’t just…n-no way this nasty black bastard is actually trying to get me pregnant is he? I…I can’t do that! E-even though…all that yummy fucking cock-custard stuffing my fucking slit sounds sooooo good. B-but no! Iron will, Chun Li! Now’s the time to fight back with all your strength and show him who’s boss!” She managed to think to herself even as her womb was pounded in with each angry slam into her womb and hot, squirting rope of immensely thick pre-gunk sliding into her inner folds with the sticky, gummy wads of tasty black cock-slime sticking to her insides like glue.

Despite her shivering feet and unsteady thighs, Chun Li lived up to her legendary status as she mustered all of her willpower to steady her hands against the boxing mat, breathing deep and heavy as she finally began to move on her own, waving her hips in circles and dragging his cock out of her clenching Chinese cuntfolds only to SKEWER IT BACK ONTO ALL THAT RAGING BLACK DICKMEAT ALL AT ONCE!

Chun Li didn’t just work back against Derrick, she bounced. She clapped. She jiggled. She THREW HER ASS BACK FROM HER POSITION WITH ALL THE FORCE SHE HAD LEFT IN HER SUPERHUMANLY STRONG LEGS, PHAT, FUCKABLE ASS-SPHERES SMASHING BACK INTO Derrick AND TAKING TOTAL CONTROL OF THE PACE AS MEATY “WHOPS” AND “PHWAPS” OF HER GIANT JIGGLY REAR SMACKING DOWN INTO HIS HIPS WITH ALL THE FORCE AND STRENGTH OF AN INDUSTRIAL HYDRAULIC PRESS BOUNCING BACK INTO HIM CONSTANTLY!

“Holy fucking shit! When did you…Aughhhh fuck, that’s gooddddd~” Derrick groaned, first in confusion and then in pure pleasure as the hot, meltingly soft walls of her clenching cuntsleeve squeezed and suckled and smacked down against him with all the weight of her massively phat fuck-spheres bounding into his body constantly.

“Heh, look at you, you arrogant little brat! You thought just cause you managed to beat Dhalsim you could keep up with me? JUST FUCKING TRY IT YOU LITTLE WELP! I’LL DRAIN EVERY LAST FUCKING DREG OF THAT NASTY NIGGER JIZZ ONTO THESE CHEEKS TILL YOU’RE BEGGING MOMMA CHUN LI FOR MERCY! IF YOU WANNA BREED ME, YOU’RE GONNA HAVE TO PROVE YOU’RE WORTH IT!” She howled out loud, voice so impassioned that it was a miracle that no one woke up from their unconscious stupor hearing it, her words only bolstering Derrick’s will as he gradually managed to meet her slamming hips, fucking into her as Chun twerked all over his hot, throbbing fuckpole as he rutted with greedy pumps of his hips every bit as desperate and passionate as hers.

Both of them were nearing their limit, sweat trickling down their bodies as endless slamming pump after pump of club-sized black bullmeat slammed and pulsed and thrashed inside of Chun Li’s pussy, her feet shivering more and more while Derrick’s iron hard abs began to buckle to the sheer force of her cascading asscheeks slamming into him like a battering ram, hot snarls and whimpers flooding the air until finally, with a last, desperate WHAM of massive black dick meeting perfect Chinese asspadding in a beautiful union echoed against the walls and Chun’s legs gave out right as Derrick toppled over, their bodies entwined on the floor as his enormous cock THUMPED right against the back of her womb, an instant swelling of the engorged length of virile, seed-spraying cockmeat inside of her pumped deep and hot and heavy, balls gurgling fat and full as Chun’s eyes went wide and glassy, running solely off primal, craven instinct as she gritted her teeth and bucked her ass back weakly right as the enormous stud on top of her sheathed his dick to the HILT all the same~!

“FUCKKKKKKK! DOITDOITDOITDOIT! YOU WANNA PAINT THIS PERFECT LITTLE PUSSY WITH ALL THAT HOT NIGGER JIZZ LIKE THE NASTY FUCKING ANIMAL YOU ARE? THEN DO IT ALREADY! PUMPITTTTTTTT❤️❤️ PUMP IT SO FUCKING DEEP AND HARD JUST FOR MEEEEE❤️❤️❤️❤️ JUST SLAM THAT FUCKING PUSSY FULL AND USE IT LIKE I DESERVEEEEEE! CLOG MY FUCKING NASTY CUMDUMP CUNT WITH ALL THAT HOT💗STICKY💖 SPUNK💕 KNOCK ME THE FUCK UP ALREADY💞💖💙💙!” Her piercing screams rattled against the walls, nearly threatening to burst Derrick’s eardrums as he pinned her down by her waist and fucked into her slow and deep, relishing every inch he could feel squeezing against his cock as the two came together, each sloshing, belly-stuffing wad of chunky black bull-jizz battering against Chun-Li’s womb, billions of virile swimmers the size of tadpoles sliding through the walls of her womb as they were pushed out like an inflated balloon, her already thoroughly abused pussy cumming unceasingly as he nutted inside of her like she was little more than a phat-assed spunk-sock to carry his load as those womb-seeking sperm that had flooded her pussy in mere seconds made the destined journey that could only end in her eagerly awaiting eggs being furiously fertilized with a wad so potent that she was almost guaranteed to be bearing triplets at least within the next nine months.

“Hah…Holy shit that was…well, looks like neither of us was able to win that challenge, huh?” Derrick grunted, his words finally bringing Chun Li back to the land of the living as she was roused from the blackout of explosive pleasure that had assaulted her senses, a sloshing weight filling her body with what could only be the immensely powerful, sperm-stuffed alpha jizz that Derrick so liberally filled her with all at once.

She paid no mind to the thought that she’d likely gotten pregnant, or that the gym was still filled with knocked out fighters, some of which were twitching back to life and looked ready to awaken at any point and see her indulging in such carnal pleasures before their very eyes.

No…right now, Chun was every bit the pleasure seeking maniac that Juri was, and her mind was centered on only one throbbing need that prickled through her very being and dominated her entire world with the endlessly resounding thought.

“I want more~💖”

“Yes…it seems we are deadlocked, aren’t we? We’ll need to take on a new position for good measure then…many, many new ones, to make sure we’ve fully covered just who the superior fighter is…”

—

To say that the pair had fucked themselves silly through the rest of the night would be an understatement of the highest order. Had any of the unconscious men littering the gym woken up (which wouldn’t be too surprising given the cacophony of primal noises of frenzied bitchbreaking sex between two figures at the absolute peak of mankind’s physical potential), they would have assumed that they must have been possessed by some spirit of insatiable desire that spurred them to fuck and fuck and fuck until even specimens of their unmatched fitness should have passed out and just kept going all the same.

With each new burst of cum into her plundered pussy, she could feel her inhibitions shattering rapidly, her cunt left as a sloppily gaped jizz-sewer beaten out by the sheer enormity of Derrick’s massive cock and stuffed so full with each heavy load he had to give that she would probably have remnants of his sticky nut-paste permanently plastered to her inner depths for the rest of her earthly life. She’d done things she’d once never dreamed she would debase herself to attempt, swallowing down gut-busting shots of virile stud-cum so thick and tacky that it threatened to choke her out with the immense volume being pressure injected down her gullet, she’d been fucked right on top of the sleeping bodies of those beaten fighters that littered the room and given not the slightest care as hot, frothy jizz-blasts burst against the back of her womb with an unparalleled force and virility in every last shot.

In one night, she’d went from a mostly modest, prideful woman with a tiny blip in her past where she hooked up with an internationally wanted criminal to an unabashed, cum-craving whore of the highest order, her womb swimming with the seed of a man she’d only just met and was already ready to throw away everything for to fuck herself on his enormous cum-cannon of a cock and pop out his babies for as long as she remained fertile.

By the time the sun had began to rise over the horizon and spill in through the windows of the building, even Derrick was almost at his very last legs, panting heavily while staring up into the now heart-shaped pupils that sparkled in Chun’s eyes as she looked down on him. Their current position was a precarious one, but not so much that their superhuman strength and balance didn’t make it relatively easy to hold. Derrick was against the corner of the boxing ring, lying down but not truly lying, with his shoulders steadied against the ropes to keep his body properly horizontal while Chun straddled his bulky thighs, his gurgling cumtanks that had nearly been fully drained percolating with its final remaining wads of billions upon billions of virile, egg-bashing sperm cells wriggling powerfully in his fat nutsack.

“You sure you want this, Chun? I mean…it’s gonna hurt…” Derrick warned, though the wide smile of anticipation he had on his face made it quite clear that he was far too excited for what was to come to stop now. His heaving cockslab certainly went its way to show that as it rose up from its semi-hard state like a mighty pillar of masculine might and lust, smacking up between her doughy Chinese meat buns and spewing with thick dribbles of slippery pre-goo as she mewled and shook her hips from side to side, twerking her enormous bubble butt with a lusty laugh oddly similar to Juri’s wicked cackles, practically stroking him off between her phat, fuckable cheeks.

“I don’t care! If you’re gonna hurt me, then just make it hurt sooooo good stud~ I want it all. Every fucking hole. NOW. PUMP THAT FAT NIGGER DICK IN THIS JUICY CHINESE ASS AND USE IT LIKE THE NASTY CUM-DUMP YOU’VE ALWAYS WANTED💙💞!” She outright demanded, barely even getting the words out before Derrick’s cock, already massively lubed with the hot, wet splatters of sticky pussy-grease and nasty slut-slobber that she’d already generously coated his enormous shaft with, was pushing up into her clenching asshole, the final part of her that had yet to be ruined and claimed by that thick, pulsating, fatly-veined fuckshaft once and for all…

Derrick grunted like a bull at the clamping tightness of Chun’s ass, suckling even hotter and nastier and greedier than her pussy managed to, a viselike tightness that he desperately tried to push through with steaming groans of pleasure rising from his throat as he just barely stopped himself from cumming at her anal walls squeezing and rubbing against the underside of his veiny cock like it was trying to outright milk him of every drop of cum he had to give from that fleshy jizz-spurting cock pipe of his!

Before he could even continue to push inside of her with the remaining inches of his throbbing ebony bull-meat himself, Chun met him in the middle by JAMMING HER FEET ATOP THE ROPES AND SLAMMING HER SOFT, SWEATY, BOUNCY BUBBLE SPHERES DOWN AGAINST EVERY UNSHEATHED INCH AND INSTANTLY BEGIN TWERKING ON HIS COCK WITH ALL THE FORCE SHE COULD MUSTER UP IN HER POWERFUL POSTERIOR CHAIN!

“Nghhh…come on now…I know you’ve got more in you, so just give it to me! If you’re not gonna fuck me, then I’ll just fuck you right back! YOU SAID YOU WANTED TO BEAT CHUN LI, SO BEAT THAT GREASY NIGGER DICK IN THIS FAT CHINK ASS UNTIL YOU FUCKING NUT ALREADY!!” She squealed out as her heart shaped pupils bounced about in her head, a satisfied look of approval taking over her visage as she felt his thick arms rise past the wiry muscle of her back, fingers grasping at her shoulders and squeezing hard and tight, pulling her into every last one of his bucking thrusts as he fought against the squeezing tightness of her suctioning asshole with each weighty buck of his hips up into her.

Chun Li might have been on top, but it was becoming clear with each passing minute that Derrick was the one truly in control, his arms dominating her movements entirely and imprisoning her in the masculine bulk of his titanic barrel arms clutching her tightly into him while he SLAMMED up into her with each thud of flesh smacking flesh accompanied by the wet CLOPCLOPCLOPCLOP of his spunk-stuffed nuts slamming up against her upturned ass.

No words were needed to convey the brimming need sparking between them, so hot and heavy that neither of them would have dared stop even if the entire gym had woken up right then and there! Horny animal grunts filling the air though buried beneath the weighty smacks and clops of Derrick’s nuts into Chun Li’s gigantic ass-globes.

Explosive waves of pleasure burned across Chun’s mind as the furious thrusts from the burly black bull beneath her left her bouncing and clapping like the fat-cheeked chink slut she was becoming, the alien sensation of his throbbing fuckmeat pounding into her asshole and making her mewl for pleasure with her tongue lolling out uselessly searing so powerfully through her every nerve that she came without a single touch to her tense, trembling clit.

They were both on their very last legs as Chun’s lower body finally seemed to give out entirely, suspended in the air by Derrick’s chiseled hips and his slut-stuffing cockbat as the violent “WHAP”’s of his cock slamming with such enormous pistoning force inside of her growing increasingly erratic, his forehead pulsing with a thick vein of pure exertion as he fought against his instinct to let loose the boiling hot seed that begged to be released from his overstuffed jizz-kegs.

Chun smiled as she traced one soft palm across his face, her voice a scant, whimpering whisper from the exhaustion and pleasure that subsumed her body, and yet still enough to echo deep into Derrick’s soul.

“It’s okay, just give it to me. Every drop. I want to be filled with you…everything you have all pent up inside~💕💕💕”

Derrick roared out, his voice carrying with a force and strength that could easily stop a rampaging horde of Bison with primal fear, his balls gurgling and groaning as each quiver and pulse they gave precluded a dense, heavy, chunky wad of tasty bull-jizz shot ***DEEP*** inside of Chun’s formerly virgin asshole, his cockhead hosing down her innermost parts and filling her with enough alabaster seed to spillover inside of her and leak out over his fat black ballsack with only a *few of his first pumps of jizz*, and Chun knew for a fact there would be many, *many* more to come as they locked lips and returned to their mating frenzy like lovers in heat...

After every lust pump of frothy bull-jizz that stuffed Chun Li’s now immensely gaped asshole had been squeezed out and emptied from Derrick’s plump ballsack, the two fighters could finally take a moment to pull their bodies away from one another, pants hitting the air as they returned to some semblance of a lucid state where they weren’t simply lust driven beasts with no desire but to mate and breed in fulfillment of their biological imperative.

The soft pink blush on Chun’s cheeks grew to a full on raging red hue of embarrassment as she looked at the man beside her, her mind boggled at the sight of his massive fuck-spire, still long enough to hang close to his knees even when it was in the softest state she’d ever seen it! How did he even get pants for that thing?

“Erm…so…h-have you ever given any thought to seeking a master in martial arts, Derrick?” Chun Li asked, her formerly depraved voice, filled with lewd intent and endless desire becoming soft and unsure of itself as she spoke, hand shyly reaching out to rest against the broadness of his heaving chest as he gave her a tiny smirk.

“Yeah actually. I trained with Sagat for years, pretty much told me I was the best student he ever had. Why do you ask that? Trying to lighten the mood after I just stuffed that ass with my nut?” Derrick joked, his words nearly making the MILFy martial artist cradle into herself and disappear with pure shame.

“Well…Sagat always did have a tendency to train his students half heartedly. I watched your match you know…you have quite some potential, but you could be better, maybe training under a real master like me would help…”

“If I say yes, does that mean we get to fuck again?”

Again, her face felt like it was consumed by boiling heat at his comments.

“That…could be arranged…if you manage to keep up with me of course. For now though, why don’t we get cleaned up, shall we? You’ve made such a mess here, you bad boy…” Chun Li trailed off, her hand reaching downwards to grope her lover’s sloppy, cum-caked stud-rod as she slithered down to meet it with her face, groans and soft glurks of oral servitude ringing out in the room as she prepared to devour every last remnant of creamy ball-sludge caking his meaty manhood.

All the while, both of them remained woefully unaware to the prying eyes watching them from afar, the glinting purple hue of the feng shui engine lighting up the dim room as the monitor played the sordid scene in its every lewd moment, perfectly manicured feet rising and tracing the puffy mound of a hot, wet pussy through a thin pair of pitch black panties to pleasure herself.

“Well now Chunners…looks like you’ve gone and snatched up the boytoy I was looking for…too bad for you, mama Juri doesn’t play nice with thieves…”