Caiera the Oldstrong Part II (R-18)

As soon as I reached out, Caiera slapped my hand away, gripping the wrist tightly moments later. Her free hand moving to the underside, a classic throw used in most martial arts, but very easy predict. I still had a free hand of my own and grabbed her wrist, pulling her sharply back to one side while sweeping her legs out from underneath her as I remained standing.

Caiera wasn't to be outdone, both legs wrapping around my waist and pulling me in tightly, she even rocking her hips. Unfortunately for her, in her inexperience she didn't realise that while both our erogenous areas where exposed to a pleasure simulation, hers was more sensitive than mine and pleasure was much harder to resist than pain.

Using her loosened grip, I pulled my hand free and instead grasped hold of her own. Meaning that now I had both her wrists in my grasps and just as her hands had lost some strength during that momentary burst of pleasure, so did her legs.

Quickly I pulled her up, Caiera going parallel to the floor before I swung her down and slammed her straight on the ground. Keeping ahold of her wrists, I spun round, pinning her arms behind her back and laying all my weight upon her back to keep them secure. Allowing me to use my free hand to direct my cock to her entrance.

"You could just submit." A sudden thrust and I pierced myself deep inside of her, Caiera moaning out. "Make this so much easier on yourself."

However, Caiera just looked at me over her shoulder and stared back at me challengingly. She never said a word, but she didn't need to, I read her message loud and clear. So I responded in kind, no gradual build up like last time and instead just went straight to brutal bone breaking pace we reached towards the end of our earlier coupling before dissolving into a fistfight once more.

While Caiera may have been able to take the punishment, the ground wasn't quite built of the same stuff she was. With every powerful downward thrust that sent a loud echoing slapping sound across the room, the ground cracked slightly.

And yet, despite being restrained and pinned to the ground, Caiera wasn't giving up. She met my downward thrusts with an upward push of her own. She was not giving up easily and that only made it that more enjoyable for me. Because as strange as it was to me, nothing else mattered in this moment except breaking Caiera. I wanted her to crack and submit to me more than anything.

Though in hindsight, I probably should have been paying attention to the state of the floor. That was, because despite my belief that I had her pinned and unable to go anywhere, losing myself in the thought of breaking her, the ground beneath us was sinking. Dozens of meters of reinforced concrete, stone and metal beginning to arc downwards and Caiera used this to her advantage.

Finding purchase for her feet that she had previously not possessed, she leveraged her strength and as I was pulling back to ram myself back into her, Caiera didn't match the movements of my hips. Not like she had been because instead of pulling away, she followed and pushed up.

I was lifted off the ground and flipped over, managing to spin and land on my feet, but Caiera was now free. As soon as I landed, she had already pushed off the ground, tackling me back through the wall and into the bedroom where I was laid on the front, Caiera straddling me once more. To many it would have seemed impossible, but due to our superhuman speed, during that tackle in which we fought and I was beaten, we had both managed to rejoin ourself at the hips, her lower lips being parted by my manhood.

So quick that as soon as we got in this position and Caiera attempted to grasp my wrists and use that to take control, we were fucking each other all the while, her hips riding back and forth.

But it was a short lived victory on her part.

You see, Caiera was a powerful and skilled warrior, the fact I was having trouble with her right now was testament to that. But her true skill lay in striking with kicks and punches, not grappling. I couldn't claim to be a master of grappling either, but I sure as hell was far better than Caiera.

As much as I enjoyed the feeling of her folds massaging my cock, I was able to easily retake control and push her to the side. Blocking both legs that attempted to wrap around me like she was fond of doing, and instead hooking them under my arms. Getting to my feet I threw her to the other side of the room where she landed upon the table.

It groaned in protest of the force of her landing.

Even more so when I pulled her by the hips, sliding her towards the edge of the table and sheathed myself fully inside her once more. The force of my thrust was enough that I think I actually winded her, the strange gasping wheeze that she gave was the only indicator I had of that, but it was compounded by her momentary lack of response.

I wasn't complaining at all, the sight of her laying limply on the table, breasts swinging back and forth freely as her body jerked as I pumped my cocky in and out of her was a sight to behold. But she was tenacious and stubborn, regaining her bearings and attempting to fight my control over her.

Like I said though, she wasn't a grappler, she was a striker. Her earlier success was from catching me off-guard, but I was prepared for it now.

I short scuffle took place on the table that started emitting loud creaking noises. Especially when after spinning Caiera onto her front, one hand gripping her luscious black hair, drove it into the wooden surface to the point it began to crack and splinter. The table itself scrapping across the floor as I pounded away into Caiera from behind until the legs finally broke and both fell to the floor.

Caiera slipped free, yet leapt straight at me and actually took my feet off the ground, both of us flying backwards. Yet you see, only one of us had any experience fighting in mid flight and only one of us could fly; me.

Both of us landed on the soft mattress of bed, but once more, Caiera was on the bottom. Both of my hands gripping both her wrists, pinning them above her head. My cock still sawing in and out of her. My muscles were tense, I was ready and prepared for whatever move she would make next to escape.

Yet after a moment, I felt her muscles relax.

Her hips still matched the rhythm of my own, bringing me deeper into her wet passageway. I was still prepared though, waiting for that sudden shift in which she would attempt to fight. But it never came.

Slowly and hesitantly I took one hand away, holding her hands in place with just one of my own. If she attempted to, Caiera could quite easily break free, but she didn't.

She was done.

That realisation hit me quite quickly.

I had won.

Perhaps realising that she couldn't beat me with grappling, Caiera had surrendered? I didn't know if that was the case, nor did I particularly care. Freeing her hands I just quickly went to work on fully exploring the rest of her body. Squeezing and groping her breasts, suckling and nipping at the supple flesh as her legs latched around my waist. Tensing as to pull me closer as I thrust downwards as to pull me even further inside her.

I had won, Caiera had submitted.

But there was a smile playing upon her lips, face twisted into one of pleasure, a challenging gleam in her eyes. I may have won the battle today, but this little war of ours was far from over. The thought alone only further fuelled my excitement.

It was safe to say that with our equal shared desires and stamina, we didn't get much in the way of sleep that night, or the early hours of the next morning either.