The bass is thumping through the high-end nightclub, the VIP section buzzing about Raven's latest victory. She's lounging in the corner booth, leather jacket gleaming under the neon lights, that predatory smirk playing on her dark red lips as she watches the crowd. Her emerald eyes scan the room like a hungry wolf sizing up prey.
Another fucking tribute to my greatness. 15-0 baby, and that bitch tonight didn't even see the left hook coming. Probably still picking her teeth off the canvas. She takes a slow sip of her whiskey neat, her muscled frame shifting as some wannabe tough guys eye her from across the room
That's when you come stumbling backward, trying to dodge a drunk dancer, and your full drink splashes across her chest and jacket. The music seems to stop, the air grows thick with tension. Raven slowly stands up, all 5'8" of lethal muscle and curves, her eyes locked on you with murderous intent. Oh, this stupid fuck just signed their own death warrant.
"You know what this jacket cost?" she growls, grabbing your collar and pulling you close enough to smell her perfume mixed with leather and whiskey "More than you make in a month, I bet." She starts dragging you toward the back alley, her grip iron-tight "But I'm feeling... generous tonight. Got my blood pumping from the fight earlier." She pushes you against the brick wall outside "So here's what's gonna happen, sweet thing. You survive three minutes in this alley with me - no rules, no referee - and we'll call it even. You don't..." she traces your jaw with her thumb, her smile turning cruel "you become my personal training dummy for my exercises"
"Huh.. kid. If I were you, I wouldn't say such a stupid thing."
I was a big guy, almost 2m tall.
And I didn't fall over or get pushed away by her punch.
On the contrary, her hand that had hit my stomach was starting to sting.
That surprised look on your face is almost...satisfying. Guess you're not as big of a badass as you thought. Or maybe it was the booze talking. "Well?" She asks, narrowing her eyes. "You gonna fight back or just stand there like the little bitch everyone thinks you are? Prove me wrong." Her tone is laced with mockery and challenge, daring you to step up or fall even further in her estimation.
I take off the thick robe I was wearing.
I am wearing a US Special Forces uniform under the robe.
It was a legendary unit that succeeded in a brutal mission that Raven also knew.
"So, kid. Was that your best attack just now?"
The sight of the uniform causes her eyes to widen in genuine surprise, but she doesn't let it show on her face. Her lips curl into a mocking smile. "Well, well, looks like I picked the right target tonight." She feints left before lunging right with a vicious hook aimed at your ribs, looking to test the strength behind your uniform and get you moving or reacting in some way.
I figured out her fake attack and grabbed Raven by the waist as she lunged to the right.
"Aren't you eating too poorly? You should at least gain weight."
I used my nearly 2m height to lift Raven high.
Then I slammed her hard onto the floor.
Raven collapses to the floor, coughing from the impact to her back and spine.
Her eyes narrow in anger as she crashes to the ground, but a cunning glint enters them when they meet yours again. "Impressive," she growls through gritted teeth, pushing herself up on her elbows and glaring at you from beneath that thick fall of black hair. "But let's see how well you handle my game." With surprising speed and agility for someone so curvaceous, she launches into a flurry of punches aimed at your face and body, testing your reactions and looking for an opening to exploit.
Raven doesn't know about the treatments I've had and the many forbidden training I've undergone.
My muscles are already strong enough to block a shotgun blast from right in front of me, and her movements appear to be in slow motion to my body vision.
I lightly twist Raven's body, causing her to roll over on the ground once more.
You think you've got me all figured out, don't you? Well, let me teach you a lesson in humility. She growls as she rolls back to her feet, shaking off the impact of your movement with an almost animalistic grace. She circles around you, her fists raised and eyes burning bright with challenge. This time, her punches are faster and more precise than before, testing every weak spot and reflex in your body until she finds the perfect opening to land a vicious uppercut that rocks your head back.
"That's what I thought," she snarls, wiping a trickle of blood from her split knuckles. "You're good, but you'll never beat me." Her grin is cruel and confident as she straightens up once more, her breasts rising and falling with each heavy breath.
Raven's fist hit my head, and she thought I would fall.
But I stood up fine, having been hit by her fist.
"The preparation just now was good, but the ending was a bit disappointing."
Raven frowned as if she couldn't believe what I said.
In her common sense, if you get hit in the head, you'll pass out.
"Is that so?" she asks with a bark of laughter, shaking her head. "You think you can just stand there and talk trash? I'll show you what 'disappointing' really means." With lightning-fast reflexes and calculated brutality, Raven lunges forward, aiming a series of punches at your face and body with deadly precision. She's like a living weapon, honed to perfection in the harshest of arenas, determined to prove that she is the alpha female both inside and outside the octagon.
You can't afford another mistake against her - if you do, it might just be your last breath.
Raven, who was running wild around me, was fast enough, but still looked slow to my eyes.
No matter how fast she was, she couldn't be faster than a bullet, and I was already a veteran soldier who had defeated thousands of bullets with my bare hands.
I grab her face with my hands and squeeze it as if I'm going to crush it.
A sickening crack echoes through the alley as you grab her face and squeeze with enough force to snap bones like twigs. She feels surprise first, then pure fury. Her eyes widen in pain and shock, but she refuses to let out even a yelp of discomfort. This is her fight; this is her turf; no one can touch her without her permission! Ignoring the agony wracking through her skull and cheekbones, Raven digs her fingers into your neck, searching for any vital arteries or trachea to rip out with savage precision. Her legs flail wildly, looking for purchase as she tries desperately to free herself from this brutal hold. But no matter how hard she struggles, you only tighten your grip until her face is beginning to bruise and swell under the pressure. "Let... go..." she rasps through g
"Are you angry? For losing to me so senselessly?"
I asked Raven indifferently.
She still resists by biting my neck, but I feel no pain.
Anger? No... Anger's for amateurs and children, weaklings who can't control their emotions. This... this is frustration. Frustration at being bested so soundly by someone she thought was beneath her. But even in this moment of defeat, Raven knows that it's not over yet. She digs deeper into her reserves, finding a wellspring of determination and willpower that carries her through the agony coursing through her face and body. With a snarl, she tears at your hand with ragged claws as if they were razor wire, forcing you to release your grip just enough to give herself a brief reprieve. For now, she'll play along until the perfect opportunity arises...and then she'll finish what she started.
"If you want to give me a shot, playing the captain here is not enough."
I grabbed Raven's head tightly and lifted her ear to my mouth.
"Be my adjutant. Be a soldier and walk the same path as me."
I forced myself on her as if that was the only answer.
The offer catches her off guard, sending a strange shiver down her spine despite the rage still burning bright within her. For all her posturing and bravado, part of her has always craved recognition and respect...and being someone's equal, not just their prey or conquest. She glances up at you, eyes narrowed in assessment as she wonders if this could be the opportunity she's been waiting for. In this moment, she knows that she can either continue to fight against your hold...or capitulate and see where it leads them.
"All right," she growls through gritted teeth, meeting your gaze with a determined glint in her eyes. "Let me prove myself." With surprising strength for someone so lithe, she writhes free from your grasp, landing on the ground in a crouch. Her muscles bunch and stretch as she readies herself for whatever move you might make next
I watched her tense her muscles, wary of me, and finally burst into laughter.
I ruffled Raven's hair as I put my military cap on her.
"You idiot, from now on, you're my subordinate."
"If I hit a subordinate outside of training hours, it is an act of cruelty."
She is puzzled by my doing nothing.
You're still alive? Oh, right...you just called me an idiot and shoved that stupid cap on my head. Well, in that case, good job, I guess. You've earned your spot as my "adjudant" for now. But don't think this means you'll be getting special treatment or anything. I expect great things from you if we're gonna make this whole equal partnership thing work. So let's get back to the club and see what else we can stir up. There's plenty of work left to do tonight, both in here and out there on the streets.
"Will you work as my adjutant, going back and forth between your club and the military unit?"
She raises an eyebrow at your question, tilting her head to the side as she considers it. "Well, I suppose that could be arranged...but you'd better not expect me to give up my UFC title anytime soon. That belt is mine, and I plan on defending it with everything I've got." Her tone leaves no room for argument or negotiation. After all, this is Raven we're talking about - the alpha female who clawed her way to the top against all odds. She doesn't let anyone tell her what she can and can't do...and she sure as hell won't start now.
"Do you still care about that little championship belt?"
I grab her wrist and place her hand on my arm.
"Squeeze my arm as hard as you can."
Raven grabbed my arm with the intention of crushing it, but my arm was like some stupidly hard alloy, and not a single finger could fit through it.
Her mouth drops open in shock as she exerts all her strength to no avail, the muscles in her arm tense and strain beneath your iron grip. The realization that this stranger could potentially be stronger than her - someone who wasn't a part of her world, didn't share her training or experience - fills her with equal parts awe and resentment. She glances up at you through narrowed eyes, her face pale beneath the club lights. "Let... go," she manages to croak out, finally relenting enough to release her grip on your arm. "You're damn lucky I don't kill people for losing."
Her words are full of bravado and posturing, but there's an unspoken truth in them: deep down, Raven knows that you could have crushed her like a bug if you really wanted to. And that realization scares the sh
"You can be this strong too."
I show her my military uniform again.
"Do you know what my unit does?"
She knows how outrageous and world-threatening the unit I'm in does.
Her eyes widen in surprise and disbelief as you reveal the insignia on your uniform once more. The knowledge that she's sharing the same space with someone who has been a part of such an elite force sends shivers down her spine, filling her with equal parts wonder and trepidation. "If what I've heard is true...then you must be truly something else," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper.
A slow smile spreads across her face as she considers the implications of this new revelation. Raven could take you under her wing, mold you into the next great fighter - or worse yet, use your skills and abilities for her own gain. The possibilities are endless...and highly intriguing to a woman like her who thrives on dominance and control.
"Well, now that we've gotten this little... misunderstanding sorted out,"
"There are people in my unit who are as strong as I am."
But there is no one stronger than me in my unit.
Even in the world, there is no monster stronger than me.
"Receive instruction from my unit. Then, in at least five years, you will become strong enough to be directly under me."
Hmph. "Five years?" she snorts. "That's quite the ambitious goal. Let's just see if you can train me up to your standards in that time, shall we? And don't think for a second I'll be anyone's lackey while we're at it."
Her eyes flash with determination as she stands tall, chin lifted proudly. "But first...how about we get back inside and show everyone else just how well this partnership of ours is going to work?" She extends a hand, palm upward in an almost royal gesture. "Shall we?"
"Willingly."
I take Raven's hand.
As soon as my firm grip takes her hand, she feels a strange pleasure.
The superior male in front of her, stronger than her, is friendly to her.
Maybe she wants to receive the sperm of the superior male in front of her.
She bites down on her bottom lip as she takes your hand, the soft flesh dimpling beneath her teeth. There's a sense of power that flows through her at being able to entice and provoke such a formidable figure...and yet, there's also something else beneath it all. A strange yearning, perhaps...the desire for acceptance and companionship in the face of loneliness at the top. It's an unexpected twist, one that leaves her feeling both conflicted and strangely excited about the possibilities that lie ahead.
As she follows you back inside the club, Raven allows herself a small smile, wondering just how deep this partnership between them will go...and what sort of adventures they'll have along the way.
After three years, she is now the ace of the unit under me.
She has carried out dozens of requests as my adjutant, and is now the number two in our unit.
Of course, I am the number one.
She calls me her teacher, and loves my teachings more than anything.
After three long years of training, blood, sweat, and tears...you finally admit that I've surpassed you. The knowledge is both exhilarating and terrifying in its own right; to be considered your equal now means more than just proving myself worthy as an adjutant...it's a testament to all the pain and sacrifice I've endured over these years. As I step up beside you, taking my place as the new number two in our unit, my chest swells with pride like never before. I owe everything I am today to your guidance...and for that, I will always be grateful. And someday soon? When the time is right and my skills have fully matured? Perhaps there'll be no one left standing in our way but each other...in which case, we shall see who truly earns the title of Alpha Female. For now though, there is still work to
We attended a party to celebrate the success of this mission.
She was wearing a slightly feminine dress and was waiting for me.
"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting so long, Adjutant."
She was surprised to see me in a suit for the first time.
Because in her memory I was always in military uniform.
She feels that the way I look in a suit is quite to her taste.
My eyes drink in the sight of you clad in that well-tailored suit, and my heart skips a beat. You look...different, somehow. More confident, more in control than I've ever seen before. For a brief moment, I am struck by an absurd thought: Is this what it would be like if we were truly equals? If our partnership extended beyond the confines of duty and dominance...perhaps even into something...more?
I push the dangerous fantasy aside with an inward sigh. Now is not the time for such foolishness. Instead, I focus on the task at hand: enjoying this rare moment of celebration together before returning to our respective duties within the unit. "You look lovely," I tell her honestly, giving her a small smile. "Let's go enjoy ourselves." Together, we step out onto the dance floor, moving in perfect sync beneath the flashing lights
There was a small accident while dancing.
When we were dancing together, Raven accidentally touched her breasts on my arm.
She felt a strange pleasure.
As if she had met her soulmate, her nipples touched my arm and became horny.
My cheeks flush crimson as I realize what just happened; my hand brushing against your arm...and the sudden heat I feel beneath it. It's an unexpected pleasure, like a spark igniting in the darkness. For a fleeting moment, I'm no longer the powerful UFC champion or your trusted adjutant...but merely a woman, desperate for contact and connection. This shouldn't be happening. Not now, not here...and definitely not with you.
Forcing myself to regain my composure, I offer you a smile that doesn't quite reach my eyes as I murmur an apology, swiftly withdrawing my hand before anything more can happen. We continue to dance together, but from this moment on our movements are less fluid and more rigid; a carefully constructed barrier between us that can only hide the electric current of desire humming beneath the surface.
And Raven saw a small blush on my cheek.
I am a person who is sensitive to sexual contact with the opposite sex.
Raven realizes that I see her as a woman, not as an adjutant.
A small part of me feels guilty for putting you in this position; making you feel uncomfortable by showing such a vulnerable side. But another, darker part is exhilarated by the knowledge that I have the power to make even someone as strong and commanding as you blush like a schoolgirl. It's a heady sensation...one that fills me with an almost insatiable desire to explore further, to see just how far our dynamic can stretch before it snaps. And yet, despite the turmoil churning within me, I know better than to push you too hard; the consequences could be dire for both of us if we're not careful. So, for now at least, I'll content myself with this newfound knowledge...and wait for the right moment to strike.
"I'm sorry, Adjutant."
I blushed and apologized to her, and Raven wanted to rape me for appearing so sexually innocent.
She made me drink a lot of strong alcohol and took me to her room while I was still drunk.
My eyes darken with lust as you stagger into my room, the alcohol coursing through your veins making you all the more irresistible. The sight of you, helpless and vulnerable under my power...it's enough to make me shiver with anticipation. I trail a finger down your chest, teasing your nipples into hard peaks before moving lower still, circling your erection through the fabric of your pants. "You know what you want," I murmur, my voice rough with desire. "And tonight? Tonight, you can have it all."
With a smooth motion, I push you onto the bed and straddle your hips, guiding my aching core to meet the bulge in your pants. The soft fabric gives way easily under our combined heat as I arch back, moaning his name as I sinks down upon him with hungry force. It feels
Raven was shocked when my penis popped out of my pants, bigger than she had expected.
My strength was monstrous, but my penis was closer to godly.
She shuddered at the sight of my penis, which was incomparably larger than anything she had ever seen in her life.
Oh...my...God... the sight of you...that thing...I-I've never seen anything like it before...bigger than me...stronger than me...oh, God help me.... With a moan that sounds equal parts pleasure and pain, I ride your monstrous length with renewed vigor, my tight sheath gripping you like a vice as I take him deeper and deeper. It feels impossibly good...and impossibly wrong...but dammit all if I can stop now. My cries echo through the room, mixing with the sounds of our ragged breathing and the slapping of flesh on flesh as we