Drago's Story

Drago's Time

Donetsk, Russia: 2018

Time× 12:56 am

The painted light red walls of the motel room, blended well with the mood of everything. Even though it was a motel, the room was very elegant and spacious. It had a large single bed, mini refrigerator, and plasma television. Natalie paid for the room with the money she earned from her side job. At twenty-seven years old, she was an inspiring actor, trying to make a name for herself. She worked two jobs, babysitter, by day and bartender by night.

She didn't make a lot of money, but she made just enough to keep everything in her life flowing. Kinda like Viktor. He had boxed which was his main source of income, but he also did some construction gigs.

Natalie's eyes sparkled as she looked up at the shirtless beast standing tall in front of her. He was quiet, which was something she was very use to. She didn't mind the silence. His silence always intrigued her, but his actions always surprised her. Viktor's hands began to slowly unzip the back of her blouse. Natalie's heart stopped for a second as he stared down at her in lust. He unclipped her bra, setting her breast free. Her breast was perky and soft.

Viktor smirked teasingly, noticing how her n*****s were erect and he had barely even touched her. He liked the way her body was always responsive to him. "Красивая." He muttered looking at her lips. Gently placing his hand on the back of her neck, he smashed his lips against hers. Natalie moaned, before hungrily kissing him back. She parted her lips, allowing his tongue to push past her teeth. Their tongues touched lightly at first then battled back and forth trying to pin each other down.

Viktor forcefully tugged on her breast, while pushing her fully down on the motel mattress. He broke the kiss, letting Natalie catch her breath.

Pinching her n*****s with his long thick fingers, Viktor kissed Natalie's body. His head traveled down right below her belly, as he left a trail of kisses. "f**k," Natalie says, pulling on his hair. "Can w... can we just skip foreplay?" She asked, trying to catch her breath. It had been a total of five weeks since they last been together and she just didn't want to be pleased down there, with his mouth, even though his mouth could have her cumming within seconds.

Viktor looked up from what he was doing, before releasing a chuckle. "Alright." He lifted himself up, and placed a quick kiss on her lips, before unbuckling her pants. He pulled them down slowly, causing Natalie to groan.

She whined, calling out his name. "Viktor."

"Alright, alright," Viktor said, smiling. He loved messing with her, she bought out the kid in him. Pulling down her pants completely, Viktor tossed it to the side, accidentally causing it to hit the lamp.

Natalie glared at him. "If you broke the lamp I'm not paying for it." She said, watching as Viktor pulled off his belt and then pants.

"Noted." He said pulling down his boxers.

Natalie's mouth watered, looking at his shaft. It was circumcised and the head was rounded in a perfect proportion. The skin was only veined and is smooth. He was just about eight inches. "Come over here." Natalie rushed, taking off her lace underwear. She spread her legs and watched as Viktor climbed in between them. "I missed you." She whispered.

"I missed you too," Viktor replied, capturing her lips. Her lips parted and Viktor's tongue caressed it. She let out a little moan, turned her head, and opened her mouth so wide, that she could feel the corners of her lips stretching. She moaned again, this time softly, when he stroked his large shaft against her, rubbing himself teasingly up and down.

Viktor grabbed her waist and pulled himself up just a bit so that he could thrust into her. He watched her face as he slid his shaft inside her.

He released a groan enjoying the sensation of her p***y's warmth. Natalie squirmed in desire and ecstasy. This was her heaven. Thrusting her hips against him, she met with his pace.

She could feel her p***y being stretched out by him, moaning as an intense pleasure swept over her as Viktor pushed himself deeper inside her. She rocked her hips against him, faster. Her breath was coming in quick gasps, the feeling of Viktor's d**k thrusting in and out made her body hot. Natalie raked his back with her nails and bit down lightly on his shoulder. "Don't stop." She practically begged him. "Please don't stop."

If Viktor wasn't in some much pleasure right now, he'd be making fun of her at how she was acting because of his d**k. "I'm not stopping no time soon Nat." He kissed her neck, before speeding up his paste. The room was filled with their moans and groans, and the slapping sound of their bodies connecting.

Natalie wrapped her legs around his waist, and squeezed his ass, begging him to go deeper. The friction between the two of them increased as they continued to move faster. Viktor licked Natalie's neck as the grip on her waist tightened. He could feel himself about to c*m, which caused him to move harder, faster. The smell of their bodies became incensed to the world and then became one. Together both of them reached their peak.

Viktor and Natalie both released a breath, looking at each other in the eyes. They didn't say anything, only memorized the look on their faces. "Round two?" Natalie asked, smacking his ass. She ignored the c*m dripping from her p***y.

Viktor grunted. "Нет, I have a match today." He responded, pulling out of her. He stood up and put on his boxers. "I should get home."

"Нет." Natalie quickly said. She didn't want him to go. Sitting up, she crawled over to her side of the bed and leaned against the wall. "Spend the night... like you usually do."

Viktor looked at her reluctantly. "I can't... not tonight. If my father wakes up and I not there... it won't be good."

"For f**k sakes Viktor!" Natalie yelled, getting angry. "You're a grown ass man! You don't need your father's permission to spend the night. Matter of fact, you don't need his permission at all. Why can't you see that?"

Viktor wanted to say something, he really did. But he didn't. He kept his composure, knowing that if he didn't, they would get into an argument. He didn't like arguments, especially ones with her. "I don't want to fight Nat." He admitted. "If you want me to stay, I'll stay but I'm leaving before the sun comes up."

"Alright." She agreed. She kinda felt bad for her outburst. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be." He said, getting back into bed. He pulled the sheet over himself and laid his head down on a pillow. Natalie pulled the sheet over herself and moved closer to Viktor, wrapping her arms and legs around him. She placed her head on his chest. "We didn't use a condom," Viktor said, staring up at the ceiling.

Natalie gulped, remembering. "I'll take a plan b in the morning."

Viktor looked down at her. "That will be your third time taking one, in just three months. Is that even safe?"

"It is... I think." Said Natalie. "I don't really read the box when I take it, I just take it."

Viktor frowned. "Nat... that's not a good thing."

"I know." She said lowly. "I'll start reading it though." Her hand rubbed his chest as she stared up at him. The bristles of his beard scratched her soft cheeks as she placed a quick kiss on his lips. "Go to sleep and stop worrying about me. I'll be fine."

She moved to lay her head down, but Viktor caressed her face in his hand. "I could never stop worrying about." He kissed her, before pulling away.

Natalie smiled shyly. "Get some sleep." She whispered. Viktor nodded, before laying his head down and closing his eyes. A couple of minutes went by, before his breathing relaxed and all the muscles in his face and body were at total peace. His chest rose and fell with each intake of air he took.

Natalie took one last look at his black hair, his green eye's flashing in her mind before she fell asleep peacefully.

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The sound of the door being pounded on, caused both Natalie and Viktor to jolt awake from their sleep. "Что за." Natalie cursed, jumping off the bed. She quickly put on Viktor's shirt and went to look for her Beretta. "Who the f**k is that?"

"I don't know," Viktor grumbled, walking towards the door. He looked inside the peeping hole, then sighed, resting his forehead against the door. "Ебать!" He cursed. "Just f**k my life."

"What?" Natalie asked, loading her gun. "Who is it?"

"Put the gun down," Viktor said, ignoring her question. He unlocked the front door, before opening it. "What are you doing here отец?" Viktor questioned his father. "How'd you know where I'd be?"

Ivan glared at his son before he punched him right in the face. His fist landed with a thud on Viktor's right cheek, which caused him to stumble back a bit. Natalie gasped, she moved to go to Viktor, but Viktor lifted his hand up to stop her. He swallowed the small blood coming out of his mouth. "It's twelve in the afternoon идиот, you messed your morning run," Ivan said, before glancing at Natalie. "Didn't I tell you to stay away from that w***e?!"

"w***e?" Natalie repeated shocked. "I'm no w***e you twisted old man!" She stuck her middle finger at him. "Да пошёл ты!" She cursed.

"No, f**k you!" Ivan yelled, getting loud. "Stay away from my son, all you do is blind him and make him miss out on several opportunities. You get inside his head, and you twist his thoughts. He rethinks everything because of you, you w***e!"

Natalie started at Ivan with wide eyes. She couldn't believe all the bad things he was saying about her, he didn't even know her. This was the first time they've ever spoken. Her eyes went to Viktor and she watched as he avoided her gaze. "You're just gonna let him speak to me like that?" She asked Viktor. "You're really gonna let him stand here and call me out my name?" Viktor opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. No matter how much he wanted to speak up for her, he couldn't, he couldn't disrespect his father like that. "Get out," Natalie yelled. "Get your s**t and take your father and just leave!"

Viktor gulped, taking a step towards her. "Nat." He whispered, looking at her.

"If you can't even defend me, then what's the point of all this?" She asked, tears building in her eyes. "What's the point of us?"

Viktor opened his mouth to speak, but Ivan cut him off. "I've had enough of hearing this b***h talk, were late for training. Let's go."

"I'm sorry," Viktor said, looking at Natalie.

Natalie glared at him. "Take your sorry and shove it up your ass!" She raged. "And while it's up there, you could f**k yourself with it!" Viktor reluctantly got dress and took his things. He took one final glance at Natalie, before retreating out the room to follow his father.

The both of them walked three blocks away from the motel and Ivan continued to spill hate about the kind of woman Natalie was. Viktor was too caught up in what just happened moments ago, to even speak. He couldn't get Natalie's face out his head. The way her lips trembled when she asked him to defend her. The way the sparkle that was usually in her eyes, disappeared. "You don't even know her," Viktor said lowly, but his father heard.

"I may not know her, but I do know women like her. So take my warning when I say she's trouble and you need to stay away from her. She'll suck you dry and leave you all on your own."

"But you don't even know her!" Viktor snapped loudly, causing the eyes of bystanders to snap towards them. "She's not any of those words you describe her to be. She's kind, loving, weird, grumpy sometimes, but not I can't handle. Natalie is good, I don't know how much times I have to stress that out to you."

Ivan was shocked at Viktor talking back but hid it by turning away. "If she was good as you say, you wouldn't be talking back to me like that. Nor questioning me." Ivan said, walking with his hand behind his back.

Viktor was stuck for a moment. He didn't want to say anything, because he knew his father would make it seem like he's disrespecting him. So instead of continuing, he decided to ask. "How'd you know where I was?"

Ivan rolled his eyes at the question. "You disappear with basically the only black girl in Russia and you don't think people will notice?" He asked, raising a brow. "Plus the guy who worked at the motel is an associate of mine. He called me as soon as he saw you appeared next to the black girl in the check out area." Ivan placed a hand on his son's shoulder. "Now, enough about the girl. You have to train for your match tonight. There's going to be a scout there, looking to enlist people.

Viktor didn't say anything, he only listened as his father went on and on about the techniques he could use in tonight's match.

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Time×8:20 pm

The loud Russian rap song blurred through the speakers of the hot Studio. Men gather around the square ring, yelling and placing bets. Viktor stood in the hallway of the studio waiting for his name to be called. He had on his black shorts, white socks, and black ring shoes. Since it was moments before he went on, he did some jumping jacks before the match started.

His opponent was Alexander Povetkin, also known as Sasha to a great number of people. Sasha held the WBA heavyweight title from 2011 to 2013 and then he decided to take a break, but now he's looking to make a comeback. Sasha was the height 6′ 2″ and weighed 228 pounds, with experience like his, he was deadly in the match.

But that didn't scare Viktor, he knew that he could take him down, even if Sasha did put up a fight. Viktor was 6'4" and weighed 245 pounds. Sasha was nothing compared to him, just a cocky fool needed to be put down. "Enough of that," Ivan says, walking towards him. "Come out on your gloves." He instructed.

Viktor listened and watched as his father put the gloves on for him. "This scout, who is he?"

Ivan looked up at him. "Some American black guy. His name is Buddy Marcelle, he's supposedly very big in his country. Very rich as well."

"And you think, he could put me on the map?" Viktor asked.

"Да. I know he can." Ivan said firmly. "Come on, they're ready for you."

"And now, the moment you've all been waiting for. Viktor Dragooooooo!" The announcer yelled, dragging out the name.

Viktor walked out the hallway and into the room crowded with people. Some shouted his name in praise, while others booed at him. He climbed over the rope of the ring and cracked his neck. Sasha was already in the ring, glaring at him. "He's looking at you like that because he knows he can't win," Ivan said, placing Viktor's mouth guard on.

"I know," Viktor responded dryly, looking at the crowd of people. He was searching for the familiar set of light brown eyes. No matter how big of a fight him and Natalie got into, she'd always make it to his match. But Viktor knew this time was different, the fight was different. He didn't even defend her, so he didn't know why he thought she'd show up for him.

"You got this," Ivan told him, before getting off the ring.

"Touch gloves." The referee commanded. Both fighters did as told. Viktor rolled his shoulder, before bracing himself. "Begin."

Sasha was the first to throw the first punch, but he missed and that let Viktor punch him straight in the nose. He bled right on spot but completely ignored it. Sasha went to attack Viktor again, this time he threw his whole body weight behind the fist that was moving closer to Viktor's face, it hit his jaw with such force that blood pooled into his mouth. Pain erupted from the point of impact.

Viktor caught himself from stumbling back too far, but Sasha took that as his chance to land a couple of punches to his abdomen. Viktor could feel his guts smash together, the blood vessels in them bursting. "Get your ass up and win!" Ivan yelled, looking at his son like he's crazy.

Viktor was to busy getting beaten, to even let his father's threat sink in. It wasn't until he heard a familiar voice yell, "Come on Drago, get that ass up and fight!" That he felt some type of courage run through his body. "Come on, fight back!" With all the strength that Victor had in him, he pushed Sasha back just enough to land a punch in his nose. He didn't stop there, he drew his fist back again and plowed it into Sasha's side. Viktor punched him in both of his jaws, never stopping his attack on him. He continues to do this until he felt Sasha giving up.

Viktor remembered the words his father quoted to him: endurance, position, dominance. And that's all he needed to send an uppercut to Sasha's chin, that caused him to fall on the ground unconscious.

The crowd cheered as Viktor's chest gently rose and sank with each shallow breath he drew in. His father got into the ring and hugged him, telling him how good he did. Viktor's eyes drifted to the people in the crowd and landed on one person. Natalie.

Her hair was in a sleek ponytail, that stopped just below her waist. She had on very little makeup and long black heels that went well with her light blue jumpsuit. Her face held zero expression.

"Viktor. Viktor." Ivan called catching his attention. He forcefully looked away from Natalie, to look at his father and the black man standing beside him. "This is Buddy Marcelle." Ivan introduced. "He's the scout that I was telling you about."

"Hello," Viktor said, nodding towards Buddy.

Buddy smiled brightly and it creeped Viktor out. "Hello, Viktor I've been dying to speak with you. Seeing you fight today, really has made up my mind on sighing you. With you on my team, I could change the world." Buddy said, happily.

Viktor looked at the man worriedly. Buddy looked average. Honey brown eyes, Carmel skin, and a bearded face. He stood at 6'1" which Viktor found to be pretty short. "Whatever my father decides, I'm good with it," Viktor responded curtly.

"He signs with you," Ivan said.

Buddy clapped his hand together. "Great, I'll send you the information. And talk more about your contract."

"Great," Viktor responded, not even waiting for him to finish. His father called behind him as he got off the ring, but Viktor didn't look back. His eyes were trained on his girl. Her arms were crossed around her chest as she stood there, waiting for him to approach.

"Can we talk?" Viktor questioned, looking at her. He glanced around and seen that everyone was staring at him. "In private... please."

Natalie bit her lips but eventually nodded. "Alright." He leads the way, leading them into an abandoned storage room. "Speak."She said lowly.

"I'm sorry," Viktor said, taking her hands. "I should have defended you and I'm sorry that I didn't when in all honesty I should've. You're important to me and I've been making it really hard for you to stick by my side, but it's not my fault because I'm not use to this. I'm not use to having a pretty girl at my side or knowing how to treat one and I know that's not an excuse, but,"

Natalie cut him off by kissing him. Viktor quickly kissed back, opening his mouth wide to feel her tongue. Wrapping his big hands down her waist, he pulled her closer to his chest. Both their hearts were pounding fast, sending blood flowing rapidly to their cheeks. Natalie put her arms on Viktor's shoulders and gently pushed him away. "I'm not trash, so you can't keep treating me like I am. I like you, Vik." She said, her eyes tearing up. "I really, really do like you but you can't keep treating me like this."

Viktor pulled her close. "I'm sorry, I'll never let it happened again. I promise." He said. "I'll do everything right, I'll defend you, I'll do whatever you want whenever you want."

Natalie chuckled as he wiped away her tears. "Good, I'm getting tired of crying over you." Viktor chuckled at her words and kissed her again. They decided it was best to return back to their motel room. Together.