The Devil Has My Heart

"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, leaning down to kiss her.

"The pepper is in the top cabinet. I'll grab it for you, shorty." Jason reached the high shelf, and Akira took the opportunity to punch him in the side.

"What did I tell you about leaving shit up so high? Not everyone was blessed with your gift of height," she pouted. Jason placed the pepper grinder in her hands before leaving another gentle kiss on her soft lips.

"I'm sorry, babe," he said, rubbing his side where her punch connected. "Damn. Are your hits getting harder?" he winced. Akira laughed before walking back to the stove to continue cooking.

"Or maybe you're just getting soft. You can't be the greatest fighter in the world forever, ya know." Jason slid his hands under Akira's shirt to her belly while leaving a trail of kisses on her shoulder up to her neck.

"Speaking of which..." he paused. Akira looked at him with a side-eye as she peppered the eggs. "There's another tournament coming up soon."

Jason jumped back quickly as Akira whipped around with a scowl, spatula in hand.

"Again? I thought we agreed to lay off the fighting tournaments for a few years. Maybe buy a house? Get married?" She sauntered towards Jason, pushing her chest against him as she batted her eyelashes.

"I know. I said we'd take some time off, but it's hard for me to turn down an invite to a fighting tournament." Akira huffed and turned 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 in our early twenties. We are too young to retire now, don't you think?"

After placing the food on a platter, Akira slammed the spatula into the now-empty pan.

"Don't be like that, babe." Jason 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 Marduk are both very skilled mixed martial artists. They grew up together, learning and perfecting various fighting styles from different mentors worldwide. Jason's mother, Samira Marduk, was their best teacher.

Samira was an incredibly skilled mixed martial artist. She was proficient in karate, jujutsu, and her own fighting style and perfected her craft at a very young age. Samira was also a professional fighter, as her son is now. She began training Jason as soon as he could walk and every day 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. Akira came with her mother to prepare her for track and field. Akira saw what they were doing and became curious about it. She approached the boy and his mother and hammered them with questions. Akira's mother, Denise, apologized for Akira's interruption, but Samira was happy to have her. She began showing the eight-year-old girl some simple moves, and Akira became 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." Jason placed his hands on her waist and pulled her close to him. She could feel his bulge stiffening against her, and he hissed. "Fuck, you are so damn hot," he whispered in her ear.

"Jason, you promise this is the last one for a while? Then we can start planning a wedding and start a family?" Jason kissed her neck, and a soft moan escaped her lips.

"We can start a family right now if you want to." Jason put his hands in Akira's hair and pulled her into a passionate kiss.

Sex with Jason was never tender. It was possession—violent, breathless, and laced with the shadow of something unholy. Jason wasn't human. Not fully. The devil's blood in his veins surged to the surface when they were alone, turning desire into something primal. When his hands were on her, Akira could feel the devil stirring beneath his skin, clawing its way to the surface. His eyes would darken, his voice rough with need, and every touch came with the weight of a man barely restraining a monster.

But she never pulled away. She craved it—the danger in his kiss, the way he worshipped and ruined her in the same breath. He'd never hurt her. Not really. With her, the devil didn't need to hunt or destroy. He could devour. And Akira had long since made peace with the truth:

If she were the only thing standing between Jason's darkness and the world, she'd gladly let it consume her.

"Mmm, well, not right now. If you're joining the tournament, then so am I." Akira stepped away from him, leaving him rock-hard and lusting for her.

"Fucking tease." Jason's grin was dark, and his voice was sinister as he grabbed her from behind and slammed her body against his again.

"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 demanding. 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 pussy 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.

"Shit, that is so good," he groaned. Jason used both hands to slide her shorts and panties off of her short, curvy frame, then lifted her into the air, placing her gently on his face.

"Fuck, Jason!" Akira 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. Fuck! Make me cum in your mouth!" Akira screamed. Her body quaked as she found her orgasm all over Jason's face. "Fuck, Jason! Oh my god!" He kept flicking his tongue against her ultra-sensitive clit, making her fight to get out of his grasp.

When he finally placed her down on the couch in front of him, Jason pulled off his boxers, exposing his giant, meaty monster to her. Knowing what he wanted and not wanting to make him wait, she fell onto her knees and started playing with herself in front of him.

"Mmm. 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 guttural moan.

"Fuck yeah. Suck it. That's my good girl."

Akira opened her mouth wide to accommodate Jason's size, taking it as deep into her mouth as possible. She bobbed 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 was to come next. She placed her hands on his muscular thighs as he began slamming his cock 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 her dripping pussy. Jason continued to force his cock down Akira's throat.

"Ah yes, Kitten. Finger fuck that pretty pussy for me. I'm going to blow a big load deep inside you." Jason withdrew his cock out of her throat and smirked as Akira coughed and gasped for air.

"Stand up, beautiful." He helped her to her feet, then turned her around and pushed her onto the couch. "Bend over." Jason's devilish command sent shivers up her spine, and she happily complied. He pushed her down, leaving her round ass in the air and vulnerable to him. He gripped his massive dick and pushed every inch deep inside her without any warning. Akira screamed in pleasure, digging her nails into the couch's cushion.

"Fuck me, Jason! Fuck me harder!"

He gripped her braided hair, pulling her head back as he slammed his thick cock deep into her pussy with all his power.

"You are so tight, Akira. I love beating this tight pussy up."

She cried for more, and he obliged. Jason's strength and stamina never ceased to amaze Akira as he continued to mercilessly slam every girthy inch inside her until her legs felt like jelly. He placed his hand around her throat, applying enough pressure to send her over the edge. Her fleshy walls began to squeeze the life out of Jason's dick as he encountered an intense orgasm deep inside of her before pulling out and releasing the rest onto the floor.

"Fuck, baby. You are so amazing. I fucking 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 competitions happening 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 fly to Shanghai for the second part of the tournament. Then, the finals will be in Bangkok. It's actually by invitation only by the Golden Dragon Conglomerate."

Akira looked up from her plate with wide eyes. "What? You mean I can't join this one?"

Jason cringed at his girlfriend's disappointment. They usually compete together.

"I'm sorry. That's what the paper I got says." He pulled the paper out of his pocket and handed it to Akira. 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 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 Jason 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. If I am full of steak burritos, I'll be useless to the kids. Although that does sound like a plan for dinner tonight." Akira gave him a wink and closed the door behind her.