The Devil Has My Heart

Chapter 1 - One More Tournament

“Jason! Baby, where is the pepper? I can’t find it anywhere!” Akira yelled from the kitchen as she tried to prepare breakfast for herself and her boyfriend. A shirtless Jason walked into the kitchen in nothing but his boxers, shirt in hand. Akira was instantly distracted by the beautifully chiseled body of her lover.

“Mmm, bump the food. I’ll have some of this, please.” She bit her lip as she ran her fingers down his six-pack abs. He chuckled as he leaned down to kiss her.

“The pepper is in the top cabinet. I’ll grab it for you, shorty.” He reached the high shelf and Akira took the opportunity to punch him in the side.

“What did I tell you about leaving s**t up so high? Not everyone is blessed with your gift of height,” she pouted at Jason. He placed the pepper grinder in her hands before leaving another gentle kiss on her soft lips.

“I’m sorry babe,” he said as he rubbed his side where her punch connected. “Are your hits getting harder or something?” he winced.

She laughed before walking back to the stove to continue cooking. “Or maybe you’re just getting softer. You can’t be the greatest fighter in the world forever, ya know.”

He walked up behind her and slid his hands under the front of her shirt to her belly and left a trail of kisses from her shoulder up to her neck.

“Speaking of which...” he paused. She looked at him with a side-eye as she continued to finish making breakfast.

“There’s another tournament coming up soon.” He jumped away from her quickly as she whipped around with a scowl on her face and a spatula in her hand.

“Again? I thought we agreed to lay off the fighting tournaments for a couple of years. Maybe buy a house? Get married?” She walked slowly towards him, pushing her chest against him as she batted her eyelashes.

“I know. I know I said we’d take some time off, but you know it’s hard for me to turn down an invite to a fighting tournament.” Akira huffed and turned back to the stove to remove the eggs from the heat.

“Babe, don’t be mad, please? We have a lot of time to do those things. Come on, we are only twenty-one and twenty-three. We are too young to retire now, don’t you think?” Akira slammed the spatula into the now empty pan after placing the food on a platter.

“Don’t be like that, babe.” He wrapped his arms around her from behind once more, squeezing her tightly.

“I love you,” he said, kissing her shoulder. She shrugs him off and takes the platter of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast to their kitchen nook.

“Jason, you said that last year’s tournament was it. You said that we could start building our lives together. I enjoy doing the tournaments too, but I would enjoy being your wife even more.”

Akira Burks and Jason Calebson are both very skilled mixed martial artists. They grew up together learning and perfecting various fighting styles all over the world from different mentors. None of them were better than Jason’s mother, Samira Calebson. Samira was an incredibly skilled mixed martial artist. Proficient in karate, jujutsu, and her own fighting style, she perfected her craft at a very young age. She was also a professional fighter, as her son is now. She began training Jason as soon as he was able to walk, and every day up until she died. He was only about fifteen years old at the time.

Jason met Akira when he was ten. He was training with his mother at a public park and Akira came with her mother to train her for track. Akira saw what they were doing and became curious about it. She ran up to the boy and his mother and asked about what they were doing. Akira’s mother, Denise, apologized for Akira’s interruption, but Samira was more than happy to have her. She began showing the young eight-year-old girl some simple moves and Akira was instantly hooked.

They became great friends shortly after that day. Akira lost interest in being a track star and began training full-time with Jason and his mother to become a martial artist.

“Akira, I love you. We have plenty of time for that. I promise. After this tournament, I will take time off for us to get married and start a family.” He placed his hands on her waist and pulled her close to him. She could feel his bulge stiffening against her and he hissed.

“f**k, you are so damn hot.” He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Jason, you promise this is the last one for a while? Then we can start on a family?” He kissed her neck and a soft moan escaped her lips.

“We can start a family right now if you want to.” He put his hands in her hair and pulled her into a rough, passionate kiss.

Sex with Jason was always a little rough for Akira. But Jason is no ordinary man. Jason possesses the blood of a devil.

When they are intimate, it is almost as if his personality changes. He would suddenly become animalistic and intense. Akira did not mind, however. He would never hurt her. She always chalked it up as his devil blood seeking some sort of release. She figured it was better for the devil to find its release in her than actually hurting people as it had before.

“Mmm well, not right now. If you’re joining the tournament, then so am I.” She stepped away from him, leaving him rock hard and lusting for her.

“Tease.” His smile was dark, almost sinister as he grabbed her from behind and slammed himself into her hard.

“Jason, the food will get cold,” Akira said breathlessly. He began grinding his manhood against her again and she moaned his name.

“The only thing I care to eat right now is you.” Jason's voice was deep and raspy. His lust for her was apparent in his tone. He slid his hand down the front of her pajama shorts and into her panties. He groaned when he felt how soaking wet she already was for him.

“Your p***y is already juicy for me, baby. Let me taste it.” He slipped a finger into her wet hole and pulled it to his nose, taking a big whiff of her scent before placing his finger into his mouth to taste her juices.

“s**t, that is so good.” He used both hands to slide her shorts and panties off of her curvy frame, then lifted her into the air, placing her gently down onto his mouth.

“f**k, Jason!” She moaned his name as his tongue explored her wet folds. She held onto his dark hair for dear life as he began sucking hard on her stiffened clit.

“Oh god, yes! Jason, baby don’t stop. I’m gonna c*m in your mouth!” Akira screamed. Her body began to quake as she found her release all over Jason’s face. “f**k, Jason! Oh my god!” He kept flicking his tongue against her ultra-sensitive clit, making her fight to get out of his grasp. He finally placed her down onto the couch in front of him.

Jason pulled off his boxers, exposing his large, meaty monster to her. She got down onto her knees in front of him and started playing with herself. “You know what I like, baby.” He brushed her cheek gently with his fingertips as she grabbed ahold of his large manhood.

She smiled up at him before licking the tip. He let out a deep moan. “f**k yeah. Suck it.” She opened her mouth wide to accommodate the big monster, taking it as deep into her mouth as it could go.

She bobbed her mouth up and down on him, using her hands to stroke him as she went. He grabbed the back of her head roughly and she prepared herself for what is to come next. She placed her hands on his muscular thighs and he began slamming his c**k down her throat.

She choked it down as his balls hit her chin, but she never pulled away. Akira felt a yearning between her legs and pushed a finger inside of her soaked hole as Jason continued to force his c**k down Akira’s throat.

“Ah yes, baby. Finger f**k that pretty p***y for me. I’m gonna blow a big load deep inside you.” He pulled his c**k out of her throat and Akira began coughing and gasping for air.

“Stand up, beautiful.” He helped her to her feet, then turned her around and pushed her onto the couch.

“Bend over.” She did as he demanded, her lust taking complete control of her as it usually did when Jason got this way. He pushed her down, leaving her round ass in the air and vulnerable to him. He gripped his large appendage and pushed every inch deep inside of her without any warning. She screamed out in pleasure, digging her nails into the cushion of the couch.

“f**k me, Jason! f**k me harder!” He did not have to be told twice as he slammed his thick c**k deep into her hole with all the power he had.

“You are so tight, Akira. I love beating this tight p***y up.” She cried for more and he obliged. His strength and stamina never ceased to amaze Akira as he continued to slam every thick inch deep inside of her until her legs felt like jelly. He reached down and placed his hand around her throat, applying only gentle pressure that sent her over the edge once again.

Her walls began to squeeze the life out of Jason’s c**k as he met his own intense orgasm deep inside of her before pulling out and releasing the rest onto the floor. “f**k, baby. You are so amazing. I f*****g love you so much.” Akira managed to say while trying to catch her breath. He kissed her sweaty forehead and grinned. “I love you too.”

After a quick shower and reheating their breakfast, the young couple sat down to eat and chat about the fighting tournament Jason had mentioned earlier.

"So what's the name of this one? I did not hear anything about anything going on here in the states anytime soon." Akira asked as she took a bite of her eggs.

"The Golden Dragon Tournament. The initial trials will begin in California. Everyone who wins during the trials will be flown to Shanghai for the second part of the tournament, then the finals will be held in Bangkok. It's actually by invitation only by the Golden Dragon Conglomerate." Akira looked up from her plate.

"What? You mean I can't join this one?" Jason cringed at his girlfriend's disappointment. They usually competed together.

"I'm sorry. That's what the paper I got says." He pulled the paper out of his pocket and handed it to her. She read it over, then handed it back.

"Well then, have fun I guess." Akira said with disappointment as she got up to take her plate to the kitchen.

"Akira, wait. Come on. Please, don't be upset with me." Jason chased after her with his empty plate in his hand.

"I am not upset with you, Jason. I was just kind of hoping we could compete together one more time. But I guess I am not worthy of this...Golden Dragon or whatever it's called." she said sarcastically. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a hug.

"You know you can still come and support me. You'll come, won't you?" Akira looked away and pondered before looking up at him.

"Yes, of course. Even though I am slightly jealous." Jason kissed her temple. Akira walked away, grabbing her tote bag from the coffee table.

"Well, I've got to go. I have to work today. I will see you later, alright?" Akira kissed him and headed for the door.

"Should I come by the studio with lunch? Steak burritos?" Jason asked before she stepped out the door.

"Bring me something light, please. I'll be useless to the kids if I am full of steak burritos. Although that does sound like a plan for dinner tonight." She gave him a wink and closed the door behind her.