Kapitel 28: ncubus Demonio – Sinful Story – Chapter 23.5: AnnaLynne Debut
AnnaLynne was new to the Underground Cultivator Fighting League, but she was shooting up the ranks incredibly. From China to America, the smalltime matches were still impressively brutal. But, no matter the competition that came her way, AnnaLynne took them down in record time. The spunky brunette with purple tips mixed-race woman was as cute as she was dangerous, her speed and power shocking plenty of opponents. Her expert strikes beat even beasts and monsters that joined the league. Unfortunately, she hadn't had enough matches to have a shot at the title, but there were plenty of talks that it was only a matter of time before she had the belt in her hands.
"So, the is that humie's in your dream again?" Eve Taurus grumbled. The redhead cow beastwomen punched the sandbag. Her large breasts still jiggled despite the ultra-stiff sports bra she wore. "How's that going?"
"Fine." AnnaLynne stiffly replied. She let her teammate's use of a slur go, focusing on setting and finishing her set. After working out for quite a while, her entire body had become coated in sweat. "Just the standard dream."
Eve grunted and went back to work herself. They were both members of the underground fighting league—a group of women who trained their bodies to near perfection. Their goal wasn't to fight each other or anyone else; instead, they worked together to train with one another. There were many different classes within the organisation, from those looking to learn self-defence skills all the way to those trying to make it big in the world of combat sports.
When Django's grandmother (that not AnnaLynne knows) introduces the tomboy to the underground league. She gave the girls all the money they needed for equipment, food, and training fees. It didn't take long after joining in realising that this place offered something no other could: a chance at real fame. So while most people would never consider becoming fighters, these women embraced it.
Eve Taurus, Annalynne Myer, Cindy McGrath, Jazmine DuLocke, Ming Long-Dou, Nessa Mercer, Bea Underwood, and the rest of the ladies here weren't just talented athletes, but they were beautiful ones, too. Some had been born like normal humans, while others transformed into their current form through magic. But, regardless of how they got where they are now, they were all strong, fierce, and sexy. And best of all, none of them cared about what anybody thought. In fact, they loved showing off their curves. Well, except for AnnaLynne, Cindy, and Jazmine since they have lost, but that's another story.
The cow Faunus scowled, still sceptical. "Are you sure fine?"
"Yeah," AnnaLynne said, wiping the sweat from her forehead. She grabbed her towel and wiped her face dry. "It's just a regular dream."
"Oh yeah? You told me he likes touching you."
"He likes doing what!?" The shrill voice of Ilia D. Silver echoed. The chameleon beastwoman puffed up her cheeks in anger, her skin turning red. Then, she turned to her teammate and leader. "He didn't do anything to you, did he!?"
AnnaLynne rolled her eyes over their worries. "I told you, it's alright!" AnnaLynne wiped her sweat. Why was it so damn hot in here? The tomboy cleared her parched throat. "My dreams of him are getting less tame. I have sent no one to the ER anymore."
"Hmmph, whatever," Eve grumbled. "I don't know why you even bother putting up male scum, especially how they see us."
She sighed, running her hand over her hair. When she was younger, she fantasised about being with her crush. But lately, the fantasies became more detailed, and they involved his hands all over her body. He always seemed to be inside her, but she couldn't remember if it was consensual or not. Sometimes, she wondered whether or not she was dreaming.
But that doesn't stop her from wanting to see him in person.
"Hey, can we get some water?" Annalynne asked.
"Sure thing." Eve nodded, grabbing two bottles from the cooler. She handed one to AnnaLynne first, then passed the second to Eve. The duo drank in silence until Eve spoke up again. "So, will you tell us the name of his 'bad boy' of yours?"
"No," AnnaLynne bluntly stated as she sipped some more water. She found that she couldn't dampen the heat in her body–particularly the one in her loins–and felt an itch coming from her private place. Even the thought of him makes her itch.
Eve shrugged. "Why not? If you're gonna, keep having that dream, might as well give yourself a nickname. It might help when you finally meet the guy."
AnnaLynne shook her head. "Nope. That's my secret."
"You know, you should share. We're your teammates. Your friends." Eve said.
"We're not your fucking girlfriends! I'm not sharing any part of myself with you, especially not that!"
Eve snorted. "Don't worry; I won't tell anyone."
"Whatever," the girl scoffed.
"What's wrong with you, anyway?" Eve muttered. "You've been acting weird ever since that guy showed up in your dream. So what happened between the two of you? Was it really just a dream? Did you actually sleep with him?"
That last question caught her attention. AnnaLynne blinked several times, thinking hard. She knew she had slept with him multiple times, in fact, but she couldn't recall what exactly happened.
Before she could answer, her trainer came rushing in. Sarai was a green-haired woodslayd, meaning that she was being coached by an elvish girl who looked like a supermodel. From the best AnnaLynne could tell, she was actually closer to a hundred since they age slower than regular humans or other species. However, she certainly had the mind to match since she'd been a skilled manager and was always ready with a fresh strategy for each of AnnaLynne's and her teammates' opponents.
Eva really knows how to hire good people.
"AnnaLynne! We got a big one for you!" Sarai declared, waving a sheet of paper over her little head.
"Oh, yea? Is it another Moblin looking to get wailed on?" AnnaLynne asked as she opened her lunch. Like how her slim build packed some surprising power, Sarai never figured out where the cute tomboy put all that food.
Sarai laughed and shook her head. "This isn't a mobster. This is a man named Johnathan Bannister."
"Bannister? Really? Like the lawyer?" Eve asked. The tomboy had heard of the name, but she didn't know much about the guy.
"Yea, same dude." Sarai smiled. "Apparently, he wants to challenge you to a match."
"Why would an N6-Level fighter like that old guy would fight our captain?" Karin asked. Karin is a Japanese girl who wears her hair in a messy bun atop her head and has developed a large bust. Only behind AnnaLynne and Eve.
"Because he thinks he's better than her." Eve chuckled. "And besides, he's pretty rich, so he must be a badass. Right, Anna?"
"Don't care," the tomboy said.
"Also, the Champion Zelda herself invites you to compete in the royal arena."
"Wait, the CHAMP herself!? Also?! Do you seriously expect me to take on the champ in my first official match?! Did Eva sign off this?"
"I mean, I've seen some of their fights on the viewing crystals. You're just as good as them! It's just one champ to another. Zelda must really respect that and want to see what you're made of in a real fight, not just from stories." Eve said, with the other girls agreeing.
"Right," Sarai agreed. "Plus, you've already beaten one champion, right? So, you'll probably beat this one too."
"Not sure about that," AnnaLynne said. "Or she feels like squashing some small-time bug," she added under her breath.
"Anyway, we have to go tonight at nine o'clock sharp!" Sarai reminded them. "Make sure you eat dinner early and get plenty of rest!"
"Okay, okay," Eve grumbled. "Can I at least ask why we have to leave so soon? The fight isn't till tomorrow night."
"Hush," Sarai ordered. "I told you before; you guys are lucky I got permission from the boss for this trip."
"I guess I am lucky," Eve mumbled.
AnnaLynne threw herself into her training harder than ever for the next few weeks. Sarai was glad to see her motivated, but she wondered how much of that came from nervousness. Their small backwater league kept her busy, but she'd barely got a challenge. She was literally entering the big leagues as well as facing one of the strongest women in the underground. Zelda and her bodyguard/trainer Impa had been the undisputed champ of the league for years, facing challengers that sometimes didn't even make her break a sweat. Sarai had a lot of faith in AnnaLynne's abilities, even with her previous match ending with her opponents in the hospital, but whatever went down, it wouldn't be easy.
AnnaLynne walked down the street with her team. They were heading towards the Royal Arena. All of them wore their usual uniforms: the black tights and matching tops and white buttoned shirts with the emblem of the underground league on the chest. On top of that, they wore their own personalised accessories, such as wristbands, necklaces, rings, bracelets, anklets, and earrings. Every single item had its special significance to the girls. For example, the red bracelet for Eve symbolises her love of fighting, and the blue necklace for Annalynne reminds her of her parents. The golden ring on Cindy's left pinky finger represents her promise to a certain boy.
As they approached the underground stadium, they saw a crowd gathered outside of it. As they drew nearer, it became apparent that the reason for their gathering was that a new challenger had arrived. The group of men and women cheered vociferously as they waved signs and banners. A few people even threw flowers and rose petals at the champions. The girls stopped walking and stared at the scene curiously.
"What's going on here?" Cindy whispered to everyone else.
"A new challenger has entered!" someone shouted from the crowd.
"Who is it?" Sarai asked.
"Nobody knows!"
"Is it one of us?" Jazmine asked hopefully.
"Maybe!"
"Let's find out!" Cindy said excitedly.
"I agree," Jazmine said.
The girls began to walk towards the arena entrance. "Come on, let's show these folks what we're made of!"
"Alright," Sarai said, "but try not to hurt anyone."
Johnathan Bannister looked up and down at AnnaLynne. His eyes narrowed slightly as he examined her physique. She was wearing a sleeveless vest and shorts, both covered by a tight-fitting leotard with the symbol of the Whitmore group. Her arms were toned, though not overly muscular, while her legs were long and lean. She also had a very athletic figure. However, he wasn't impressed by her looks alone. There was something different about her. Something that intrigued him.
He glanced over at his opponent, Zelda, the current champion of the underworld fighting league. He was sure that she'd be able to knock him out with a single blow if she wanted to.
"Princess looks like we have to cut this short. " Johnathan said the champion. "Sorry, Princess, but I think I should withdraw. I don't want to risk me getting hurt before fighting the new rookie."
Zelda sighed heavily. "Fine, but I'm warning you now; you better win."
"Of course," Johnathan said. "Now, if you excuse me."
"Good luck," Zelda said, giving him a slight bow.
With that, the two combatants retreated to opposite sides of the ring.
The N6 fighter was already waiting in his corner; Johnathan looked very tough indeed. He stood tall and proud, showing no fear of the unknown challenger. He seemed like a warrior straight out of legend with his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His dark skin matched his deep brown eyes, which gave off an intimidating vibe. He had shoulder-length black hair and a beard. He wore a pair of black pants and boots and his trademark leather jacket.
His opponent waited patiently for the signal to begin. When it came, he stepped forward and raised his fists in the air. He then nodded to himself and took a deep breath.
AnnaLynne could tell that she would win no problem. But she wasn't about to take any chances. She followed suit and did the same thing, raising her fists in the air and taking a deep breath.
It felt like an eternity passed before the bell finally rang.
"Begin!" Zelda yelled.
Both fighters rushed forwards, trying to land the first punch. AnnaLynne ducked under his fist, grabbed his arm, and twisted it painfully. She pulled him close and punched him square in the face. She quickly backed away as he stumbled backwards, holding onto his jaw with his free hand.
"Nice move," Johnathon said with admiration. "But you're gonna need more than that against me."
AnnaLynne said nothing as she focused her breathing and channelled the energy from her mana core into her fist. [Martial Arts: Power Fist]. Temporarily concentrates energy and achieves higher Immobilisation (Hit-stun) on enemies and increased Critical Damage. Both hands emit a crimson glow during the duration of the skill.
"You wanna play rough?" AnnaLynne asked coolly.
Without warning, he lunged toward her, swinging his arm wildly.
The tomboy can't help but think of times she fought him and lost every match against him. As AnnaLynne lost in her daydream, she was instinctively parrying Johnathon's fast and heavy strikes with ease. She blocked each strike, deflecting them without effort or strain. Each time, she landed a powerful counterattack. He was completely winded by the end of the exchange, gasping for air and clutching his ribs.
Suddenly, he released a torrent of light, knocking the tomboy back.
"Gah! What the hell!?" AnnaLynne gasped, stumbling backwards.
She turned around to see Johnathan standing there, glowing bright green in the arena. "What the fuck is that?!"
"That," Johnathan said smugly, "is my ultimate attack."
He unleashed a barrage of lightning bolts upon the tomboy in an instant.
AnnaLynne gathered her mana into her body. "[Super Armor]" AnnaLynne temporarily increases her physical defence and vitality and negates all knockdown effects from enemy attacks. The female striker ploughs through like the lighting blots were butterflies and punch Johnathan in the solar plexus. She followed with an uppercut to the chin.
The N6 fighter fell unconscious.
After beating Johnathan, AnnaLynne went into her corner and waited for Zelda to come by. The crowd cheered and applauded, throwing rose petals and cheering.
AnnaLynne grins at them. "Thanks for coming out today."
"Oh, no problem," Zelda said. "We couldn't miss your debut."
The champion was already waiting in her corner, statuesque in her beauty and stillness. Zelda watched her opponent like a patient hawk. The Princess lived up to her reputation; her regal Hylian features fair and slightly pointed face were clear signs of her lineage. Sharp blue eyes and long blonde hair that was bound back in a tight and businesslike ponytail.
She wore a regal purple leotard with gleaming gold trim outlining the space around her thighs, breasts and stomach. She was a little shorter and fuller-figured than AnnaLynne, though her regal appearance came with a slightly softer and more elegant body. Her breasts were large enough to fill out the outfit nicely, while her hips were wide and shapely. Zelda's upturned breasts looked bigger and perkier than hers without needing to get too close.
Even taller and bustier was her trainer, the sheika called Impa, standing just behind the Princess outside the ring ropes. Apparently, the stern amazon of a woman was Zelda's bodyguard, taking the approach that her job would be much easier if the Princess herself knew how to throw a punch.
Seeing the two brought AnnaLynne into another daydream. "Oh, I remember the days when He would always bring the tastiest girls." The girl thought to herself.
Impa glared at the tomboy. "Don't even start."
"I won't," AnnaLynne said innocently.
"So, you ready to give it your best shot?" Zelda asked. "I'm sure I won't disappoint."
The two female fighters meet each other in the middle and touch fists. Then, they bowed politely, and the fight was on.
Zelda was quick to start things off. First, the big-league underworld champ quickly showed her experience as she threw stiff jabs at the tomboy. Then, she threw up her guard to cut them off, retreating as her arms and gloves absorbed the swift, hard strikes.
However, Zelda wasn't going to let the tomboy escape so easily. The champion moved in closer and swung a powerful right hook.
AnnaLynne blocked it with her forearm and counterattacked with a low leg sweep that sent Zelda sprawling across the floor.
Immediately, Zelda got back up again and tried to regain control of the situation, lunging forwards and attempting to catch the tomboy by surprise.
AnnaLynne shifted her weight sharply to one foot so she could throw the other one into a high kick, smashing the Princess right in the lower ribs. The champ hacked a burst of air from her lungs, only to add spit to the mix when Annalynne smashed her in the stomach with a sharp hook.
Unfortunately for Zelda, her training hadn't prepared her for the tomboy's speed and agility. Zelda had been expecting a slow, lumbering fighter that wouldn't pose much of a threat but instead found herself facing a blur of motion that kept moving faster and harder every second.
Zelda felt her legs quiver momentarily before fighting back with a frantic swing at AnnaLynne. Unfortunately, it didn't work as well as she hoped it would, as the tomboy dodged it with ease.
"Ow!" Zelda cried out as AnnaLynne caught her wrist and slammed her elbow into the champion's temple.
"What are you doing, Princess? Keep your head in the game. Focus on her," Impa commanded from the nearby corner.
Zelda shook off the pain as she wiped the blood from her split lip. "I'm fine," she said defiantly.
"You can do it, Anna!" AnnaLynne's teammates cheered from her corner ." Make sure to have fun leader. Just because all of your other matches didn't last a single round, don't feel obligated to end this one so quickly. Or send her to the ER," Jazmine said.
AnnaLynne smiled warmly and nodded. "Alright!"
Zelda was floored at the news. She heard of a fighter who was crippling all of her opponents with such ferocious, and brutal fever. This was the first time someone actually challenged her with real determination.
She was so shocked that Annalynne was able to catch her by the shoulders and drove her knee directly into Zelda's groin. The crowd gave a sympathetic "Ooh!" as Zelda's jaw dropped open, and she doubled over. But the tomboy was not done. She drove her into Zelda's groin, again and again, forcing Zelda to curl up in agony. Each strike made the princess moan in pain but also in slight pleasure.
"Ahhh~ Ahhhh... Ahhhhhh..." Zelda moaned as the pain grew stronger. She swiftly retreated, actually surprising AnnaLynne when her next blow missed completely. Breaking from the grapple, Zelda scurried to the far side of the ring, and while she tossed out the occasional jab to keep the rookie at bay, the fae native was clearly switching to pure defence. She drew out the round until the gong rang once again, finally slumping in place and letting out a long sigh.
"Thank the goddess", Zelda panted as she shuffled back to her corner. Impa was waiting anxiously for her return.
"Well? What happened out there?!" Impa asked, watching her charge intently.
"I didn't know that newcomer would hit so hard and quick. She must be at the third colour of her mana core to hit that hard. I haven't seen such reaction time and power like that in anything short of a Demon Beast."
"The natives are just full of surprises, I suppose," the sheikh dismissed. "It just means you need to hit harder to finish her off. Don't be afraid to pull out all the stops. This is a very big event."
AnnaLynne went to her corner, her hawk gaze never leaving the Princess and the bodyguard.
The gong sounded for Round Two, and Zelda got to her feet, doing her best to shrug off the pain and embarrassment of the first few minutes. While AnnaLynne still looked fearless and undaunted by the champion, seeing the extra effort it took her to get back up. She could see through Zelda's facade and felt sure that she could end her in the second round.
Django always put up a better than one she'd meet.
Both combatants rushed each other at the time. Both women are thinking about taking the other down quickly as they can. AnnaLynne threw a jaw shattering right hook. Zelda parried it, but it left her open for a counterattack.
AnnaLynne jumped up and kicked her in the gut, sending Zelda flying back. AnnaLynne followed up with a flurry of punches that knocked Zelda on her ass.
Ten minutes into the round, the area is filled with a cacophony of noise. Both women were trying their hardest to land blows on each other, but neither was willing to make a mistake. They traded kicks and knees, blocking and dodging with ease.
Meanwhile, Zelda was still feeling the sting of the tomboy's elbow. Her vision blurred slightly, and she struggled to focus on the tomboy. The champion needed to stay sharp if she wanted to win this match.
AnnaLynne was relentless, launching a series of attacks that forced Zelda to retreat and recover.
"Come on, Princess," AnnaLynne taunted, "you're getting tired."
Zelda responds to the taunt with a swift step of her long leg. Then, she unleashed a flurry of punches, jabs and hooks flying at AnnaLynne's head. The female striker bobbed around most of her blows, occasionally parrying one away with one of her wrapped fists. The crowd broke into excited cheers. Not only was the Princess giving it her all, but it was falling short in the face of her new opponent. Zelda quickly grew frustrated and interrupted her failing assault with a high kick aimed at the tomboy's ribs. The brunette just raised her arm, skilfully soaking the powerful hit and balancing Zelda's shin against her forearm.
"Bad move!" AnnaLynne stated. Zelda's eyes widened, but they shot open as big as saucers when AnnaLynne slammed her knee into her pussy again. Zelda's loud shout of pain was even louder than before. Her legs were spread out from her stance, and one was raised to with her kick, leaving her wide open for a low blow. Some of the cruder challengers had landed hits to her pussy before, but never with the painful precision of this girl's sudden uppercut. To her horror, AnnaLynne smirked when she heard the slight moan in Zelda's shout.
"Princess Zelda! Retake your footing!" Impa shouted from the corner behind her, her words almost blurred by the pain coursing through her regal body. Her kicking leg had fallen back to the ground as her body felt wildly off balance.
"That it, Anna! Let her have it!" Sarai encouraged, sparking her human partner to press her assault. Zelda was slightly stooped over from the throbbing pain in her pussy, allowing AnnaLynne to slam her face with a few heavy crosses. Her face whipped side to side, spraying spittle and forming bruises across her face before she could bring up her fists. She instinctively protected her face, leaving her both blind and vulnerable to AnnaLynne's next attack. She leapt into the air and went into a sharp twist, swinging a flying spin kick into the side of Zelda's skull. The Princess let out a loud moan as she lost her footing and fell to her side on the mats. She clutched her aching head as she rolled onto her stomach and crawled backwards.
A groan escaped her lips when she saw AnnaLynne's hand reach out and grab the hem of her shorts. Before she knew what was happening, the tomboy yanked the fabric upwards, exposing Zelda's bare ass cheeks. She gasped as the tomboy ran her fingers along the smooth skin of her backside, causing her to shiver uncontrollably.
"What are you doing?!" Zelda demanded breathlessly as she felt AnnaLynne's hot, wet tongue licking her asshole.
"You must be into anal, aren't you, Princess?" AnnaLynne teased, running her finger along the rim of Zelda's anus. " After all, you seem to enjoy it so much."
"No!" Zelda protested weakly.
"I think we should take advantage of that fact," AnnaLynne suggested.
Zelda felt an unexpected wave of heat rush up her spine as she heard those words. The tomboy began stroking Zelda's ass cheek gently, rubbing her thumb against Zelda's clit. Zelda whimpered softly, unable to stop herself from moaning as AnnaLynne continued to lick her asshole.
Her breathing became laboured as her heart raced. The sensation was unlike anything Zelda had ever experienced before.
Unwilling to let this happen, Zelda manages to kick AnnaLynne away. The tomboy stumbled backwards and tripped over the ropes that held the ring together. As soon as she regained her footing, she came at Zelda again.
As Zelda scrambled to her feet, the tomboy lunged forward and grabbed hold of her wrists. She lifted them above her head and pinned them against her chest. The champion was helpless as the tomboy pressed on her attack on Zelda's face. The young woman was too busy panting and struggling to breathe to defend herself properly.
"Please... No more," Zelda begged as she tried to push the tomboy away.
"Don't worry, Princess," AnnaLynne whispered in her ear. "I'll make sure you enjoy this."
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