It was late as the sun had long set over the Metro City skyline. After a chaotic night of rampaging through an underground fight-club, Juri Han and her young student returned to their safe-house apartment to revel in their victory. A neon lamp pulsed through the curtain of the bedroom window, casting a vibrant, magenta-like glow over the rumpled sheets and scattered clothes. It was now well past midnight, the city's chaotic hum a distant backdrop to the intimate sanctuary that Juri Han had claimed as her hideout. 

For the past few months, since she'd taken on her young pupil and decided to stick around this urban jungle, she'd been crashing here at his new apartment between her sadistic nighttime rampages. Nick, her lean, dark-haired apprentice of eighteen, had become her unexpected anchor. When she met him, he was a timid boy--a pup lost in a wilderness of animals on the streets that threatened to devour him until she trained him to fend for himself. They'd come a long way from that chance meeting in a Metro City alley where his wide-eyed admiration had clashed with her chaotic worldview where only the strong survived. 

That timid pup had become a hungry wolf that had become madly attracted to her. For a young handsome guy with so many other potential options, he had an unshakable fixation for older women, especially a sadistic yet beautiful Korean woman nearly twice his age that reveled in causing pain and chaos all around her. 

“You weren’t half-bad out there, kid,” Juri said as she approached him, savoring the slight apprehension on his face as he held something behind his back, out of plain sight. “Whatchu got there, huh?” 

He looked at her intently, heart-racing at the way the neon-light caressed her soft Korean features, with those full lips and dual colored eyes of violet and teal that carried an intense glow. Juri stood equal height to himself, yet made him feel as small as an ant as her entire being radiated power and strength. Her wild, unpredictable personality both terrified and thrilled him-- her shapely fit-body, sculpted from endless battles over the years, was perfection personified. 

But tonight was special. It was Juri's birthday. She didn’t think he’d cared to remember after living so isolated over the years with no one to celebrate with her. As he pulled the cake out into view with a soft “surprise” rolling off his tongue, he watched the surprise on her face with no small amount of satisfaction. 

She looked at him torn between annoyance and begrudging appreciation as she beckoned him to set it down on the night-stand next to the bed. The sweet sugary aroma mingled with the alluring scent of her perfume as she looked at him with a soft smirk. 

“Well, well well--the surprises keep coming.” Her mismatched eyes, one glowing faintly with her Feng Shui Engine, locked onto him, a predatory grin splitting her lips. "You really went all out, huh, kid? Cake and everything. Cute." Her voice was a husky purr, laced with that signature sadism, but there was a rare softness underneath, a flicker of genuine emotion that made his heart swell. “But the cake can wait. Right now--I’m hungry for something else…” 

He stepped closer, his lean frame trembling slightly with nerves, but his desire for her burned fierce. Before he could respond, Juri closed the distance, her hands cupping his face and pulling him towards her. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, deep and hungry, tongues dancing in a tangle of heat and desire. It was raw and nearly suffocating until they were forced to part for breath. Juri pulled his hair back, arching his neck, causing him to gasp. Her eyes burned bright as she stared at him, her grin was all teeth. “I could just eat you up.” 

Her student's timid disposition melted away in that moment; he kissed her back with all the pent-up longing he'd harbored, tasting the faint salt of her skin and the wild energy that defined her. Sensations exploded—her lips soft yet demanding, her breath hot against his, sending shivers down his spine. For Juri, it was a rare surrender, allowing the vulnerable emotions she’d kept guarded beneath her veneer to couple with the feelings of raw hunger and desire for the young man she’d claimed as her own.

The chaos waged in the streets had been a powder-keg, the lingering adrenaline from the recent fight along with the kiss ignited something primal. Juri pounced, shoving him back onto the bed with effortless strength, her muscular yet shapely body pressing against his lean frame. She stripped him quickly, her nails raking lightly over his soft chest and abs, drawing a gasp from his lips as goosebumps erupted on his skin. 

The sensation of her touch was electric, a mix of pain and pleasure that made his pulse race. Juri shed her own clothes with equal haste, revealing her toned physique—breasts full and heaving with anticipation, hips curving invitingly. His eyes devoured her, his attraction deepening into a mad obsession; he loved how her body moved, powerful and graceful, her feet flexing as she positioned herself. He lifted her into his arms, their lips locking as he carried her towards the head of the bed, plopping her down on the pillows. 

Settling between her legs in a missionary position, he slowly sank his heat inside of her. Juri released a deep shaky breath, biting on her bottom lip with a pleasured smile. She raised her legs to rest on his shoulders, her large, sexy feet dangling tantalizingly close to his face. The position pulled her tight against him, her warmth enveloping him as he continued to thrust deep. “That’s it, baby. Give me more,” she cooed. 

His hands gripped her thighs, feeling the taut muscles beneath her smooth skin, his fingers tracing the arches of her feet with reverence. He maintained eye contact, lost in her fierce gaze--those eyes that held storms of emotion, now softened by desire. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through him, her body clenching rhythmically, hot and slick, making him feel alive in a way only she could. "Juri... you're incredible," he murmured timidly, his voice breaking as he inhaled the subtle scent of her skin, brushing his lips against her soles, kissing her arches. 

“Mmph--Good boy--yeah…” She moaned with pleasure. The sounds she made drove him wild as he kissed and licked her sensitive flesh, a fetish born from her dominance. For Juri, the sensations were overwhelming--his youthful energy filling her completely, each movement stoking the fire in her core. She felt powerful, desired, her sadistic side reveling in his timid gasps, but her heart fluttered with the bond they'd built, a rare trust that made her vulnerable.

She laughed, a throaty sound that sent shivers through him, her hips rolling in rhythm to match his pace, grinding down to heighten the friction. Sweat beaded on their skin, the neon lights casting colorful highlights across her curves, making her breasts bounce enticingly. The room filled with their shared breaths, heavy and delicious, the bed creaking under their intensity. 

Juri's feelings surged--ecstasy mixed with affection, a far cry from her usual disposition. She leaned up, capturing his lips in another kiss mid-thrust, biting his lower lip playfully, drawing a moan from him that vibrated through her. 

“My turn,” she growled. Eager for more control, Juri flipped them so that he was now laying flat on his back. She straddled him into a cowgirl position, mounting him with a wicked smirk. She rode him hard, her shapely ass slapping against his thighs, hands pinning his wrists above his head to assert her dominance. “Haha yeah!” She raved, watching him unravel beneath her as the shift in position deepened the penetration, sending jolts of pleasure radiating from her center, her clit grinding against him with each downward motion. 

Nick bucked up to meet her, his lean body straining, hands breaking free to roam her curves--squeezing her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened under his touch. The sensation made Juri arch back, her black and magenta-streaked locks cascading down like a dark waterfall, exposing the elegant lines of her neck and shoulders. His dick only grew harder at the sight. 

"Mmm, hold on," Juri whispered breathily, grabbing her phone from the nightstand. Angling it sideways, she hit record, capturing their tangled bodies in the frame--the way his face twisted in pleasure, flushed and timid yet passionate, her own expression one of triumphant ecstasy, lips parted in a moan. 

"I definitely want to remember this night," she teased, her voice husky as she ground down harder, the camera shaking with each thrust, her lips capturing his in a loud wet interlock as they swallowed each other’s moans. The act of recording added a thrill, a forbidden edge that heightened her arousal, making her wetter, tighter around him. 

His feelings overwhelmed him--love, lust, a timid awe at her boldness; he traced the muscles of her back and the curve of her ass as grinded against him, the flexing of her movements, fueling his throbbing desire for her pushing him further to his breaking point.

But Juri wasn't done playing. She pulled him into a spooning position, her back against his chest, guiding him inside from behind with a steady hand. The angle was intimate, his arm wrapping around her waist, hand splaying across her toned stomach as he thrust deep and steady. She felt him everywhere—filling her completely, his breath hot on her neck, one hand cupping her breast while the other teased between her legs, circling her clit with tentative fingers. Sensations built like a storm: the slide of his skin against hers, slick with sweat, the way he hit that perfect spot inside her with each roll of his hips. 

“Give it to me--that’s it!” Juri's usual stoic-walls crumbled further; she pressed back against him, moaning unabashedly, her body trembling with the vulnerability of true connection. Nick held her close, his timid nature giving way to protective passion, whispering her name like a prayer as he felt her pulse around him.

As their climaxes built, Juri unraveled--her body shuddering in ecstasy, waves of pleasure crashing over her like a tidal wave, clenching rhythmically as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her. She cried out, nails digging into his arm, the release euphoric and all-consuming, leaving her breathless and exposed. Her lover followed moments later, thrusting deep one final time, releasing inside her with a guttural groan, the warmth flooding her in pulses that prolonged her high. They lay tangled, panting, the neon glow illuminating their satisfied forms.

Turning her head, Juri kissed him hard and euphorically, tongues tangling in a messy, passionate lock that conveyed everything words couldn't. Pulling back slightly, her eyes sparkled with affection and satisfaction. "That was fun. Really…You really do know how to make a girl feel all hot and bothered,” she smirked at him with a glimmer of warmth in her soft gaze. 

“I try,” he said with a soft chuckle, his arm looped around her back, hand resting on the curve of her waist. “Guess its time for cake,” he asked, flicking his gaze to the night-stand next to them. 

Juri arched her eyebrow at him, the fire in her gaze returning as if the storm were returning in full-force. “Not yet. Don’t forget, I’m not just the birthday girl, but also your master. We're not done yet—gonna enjoy you all the way until dawn." She reached over, swiping a dab of frosting from the cake with her finger, licking it hungrily with a sultry moan, the sweetness exploding on her tongue like their shared climax. 

Then, she smeared a bit on his lower lip before diving back in for another deep, messy kiss, the sweet flavor blending with the salty tang of their sweat and passion. Nick rolled over as she pulled him back on top of her--their night was far from over. The cake sat mostly untouched, a mere appetizer to the feast of pleasures they indulged in as the city's neon pulse urged them onward--into the heat of their every growing passion and love for each other.

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By Smokescreen117