Rough

Well this was going to certainly be an experience.

Cole found himself in the ring all set to go a few rounds. Helmet and gloves, just all ready to go. Rumi also had on protective gear, both sets she had tested with a few hits. While the helmet had withstood her kick, he was a little worried about what would happen to something inside the helmet. She also looked a little odd with her ears tucked away into the helmet.

"So what's the plan here?"

"Simple, I just teach you the difference between what you do and I do..., in a safe manner that is. I don't wanna knock your block off just..., maybe get some sense into you." she grinned back at him.

"Look they threw me in here as a 'husband' not a punching bag." he held up his gloved hands in protest.

"OH but if you were my actual guy, you'd have to take a pounding one way or another." her grin widened as she waved a hand, "I'm kidding, kidding. Look let's go a few rounds. I need to see you in action before I can give you like any pointers about how your punches are different compared to mine. Or you think you can beat my legs?"

"Maybe... after I get some practice in."

"That's the spirit! Come on!"

For as much spirit as she was putting into things she started off rather light, with some slow thrusts of her hands his way. To which he responded in his own style. 1-2-3, swap, 1-2-3, swap; this was the rhythm they had come to. It felt like he was practicing with a new partner than some sort of super hero or MMA Fighter. Something easy to get into the swing of things to gauge each other.

“So what sort of fighter are you?” She asked, giving a few weak lazy jabs, "I can't guess from just this."

“Out Boxer. Bit of a counter punch too.”

“Ah so hound them from out of range till you get that certain kill punch off.”

“Something like that.” He replied as he sent off a punch.

“You seem to be well trained, for a sports guy.” she dodged his fist rather easily.

“I’d like to think so.”

“Good. Try not to lose that and dodge left.”

“Wha..”

Had he not had the warning, he’d be on the mat. The punch she sent was way stronger than anything he’d seen in the ring. Hell, he could hear how the air moving around it was wrong. The way her muscles twisted as the attack landed. This wasn’t a ‘KO’ punch. This was… well as corny as it sounded like, killing intent. It was not a clean punch dictated by hours of training and the guidelines of the ring. This was ‘so or die’ punch.

The kind of punch you can only get from years of street fighting or actual combat training and not just fighting for sport.

“See the difference?” Her grin widened.

“Nooo…., but I felt the difference.” He muttered as he rubbed his chin, noting how close he came to it getting socked, "That's one hell of a right you got there."

"Told you!" she puffed up with her smile, "That's the difference between us. Not just hitting power. It's that my level of 'clearance' is way higher." She started to go back into the slower punches.

"That... makes a bit of sense yeah. I'm used to people in my weight class or maybe one rank above. You however are up against way stronger..., strong enough to rip limbs off by the sound of it."

"Eh... first time yeah. Second time..., also YEAH." she shrugged with a roll of her eyes, "But I find the second one to be a bit of a cop out/cheat. Won't bore you with the details but first time was yeah in my league little above, second time was like... freak/horror show. Still fought him to stop him or stall for time."

"Braver than me."

"Don't sell yourself short..., not a lot of people can enter the ring in the first place." she leaned in and gave him a pat on the back, "Speaking of you were pretty brave to step in the ring with me. You could have said no but you didn't."

"Thought it would be rude." he answered, "Besides it's not every day I'm able to get into a ring with a beauty like you. I mean..., "

"Is that so?" her grin widened as she cut him off from the explanation, "Well then, how about this. You go a few more rounds with me and I'll give you a reward of some kind."

"What.... kind of... reward?" He asked, slowly choosing his words.

"Hmmm...., well I'm sure I can... think of something." she had a finger to her chin before turning around, putting a sway of her hips as she put some distance between them before turning her head back, "You game?"

"Fuck this heat...." she thought to herself.

Normally she wouldn't do this, acting like Midnight here, but her renewed heat was making her a bit flirty given the strong man near her. And well, he wasn't a bad looking man either. Decent muscles, good amount of guts to him too, handsome face, good manners without being a simp; yeah if it hadn't been for what amounted to ****, she'd probably drag him from the gym to bed if she met him any other way.

Maybe she would take him up on that offer of 'sock over the doorknob' sign.

For his part, a tightness was starting to grow in Cole's trousers. She was pretty enticing; a firm supple body, handfuls of breasts and a ass that could probably break him. And the way her white hair contrasted her tanned skin, and the way her sweat was starting to form again. Not to mention that... smell from before.

"Sure...., I mean..., what's the worse that can happen? Just.. errr..., full options I guess but not full power?"

"Now you're catching on." She turned and settled into a more 'combative' stance than just a boxing one, "I'll take you with what skills I know and if you can stick it out, you've won."

"...so are we counting downs? Cause I think you could just like judo throw me and have it count."

"You mean like this?"

He was upside down before he could process anything. Cole's back slammed into the mat and seemed to bounce just a bit before coming to a halt. Gulping down some air to get it back into his lungs, he quickly got back up though his knees were a bit shaky. Rumi had a big grin on her face as she leaned against the ropes. Cole shot her a glare.

"Could have warned a guy."

"I could have but that would have defeated the point." she stretched, arcing her back and thrusting her chest out a bit, "But yeah I'll be counting downs, but I'll give you like... five of them. Not counting the one just now so six if you're being picky. And I'll try to keep the throws to a minimum. And if you win well... maybe I'll do one request for you."

It was a dumb idea. A really dumb idea. But at the same time..., he did want to see her in action and some part of him was a bit enticed by her 'reward'. Even if it meant playing into Cupid's hands.

If only it was that easy.

He had a rough idea of her power which in his mind meant she could probably crush hubcaps in her thighs and probably break a hummer in two. The failure on his part though was combining that with her speed. Once they settled into their stances, Cole found it close to impossible to fight his trained style. She was simply able to dart into his swing range and deal with him before he corrected. And if he started playing safer with his swings, guarding his body more, she'd simply counter that with long range kicks from her legs.

Turtling up wasn't an option either nor was going overly aggressive. On the super defense side, she's either break his guard or use on of her grabbing techniques on him. Pure Offense was met with her adopting his Out-Boxer style, or Rumi just baiting him into another throw.

Getting tossed wasn't too bad though; now that he was expecting them, Cole started to roll with the throw and land easier. He was pretty sure she could still floor him with a throw but she was testing him out to see what he could do, so she didn't put her entire strength into them. Rumi seemed to use them just to break up the pace or get him out of a comfort zone.

That and well..., his cock was starting to get hard each time she pressed her sweaty body against him with that mix of toned and softness. A pulse of need went through him each time she did so. And that smell she had when she was so close.

On her end, Rumi wasn't doing that much better. Every time she brushed up against his toned body she had to fight the urge to jump him. Images of her getting plowed or riding the man started to flash in her head as the need in her body was burning brighter. This didn't feel like a normal heat..., did Cupid do something to her besides just a tune up?

Her thoughts left her open just enough for Cole to try and take advantage of and yet..., Rumi's honed instinct was able to react. She jumped and warped her legs around his stretched out arm and head and tried to bring him down to the mat. But grip wasn't tight enough nor was she ready for the amount of **** he put into the punch, and into resisting the grab. The end result was something of a cartoonish tumble towards one of the corners of the ring, each one fighting for control until...

WHAM!!

"There we go!" Rumi huffed as she adjusted herself, "That's your final down."

She'd finally been able to pin him though not in the way she had wanted. Mirroring how they first interacted, she had Cole in a head lock around her legs. Granted this was a bit more provocative than before, as this time she was literally sitting on his head while she used the rest of her body to pin him down. Cole's free arm slammed against the mat as he wiggled to find some sort of leverage. She twisted her hips a bit in response to put more **** into her hold.

"Still eager? Hmmm...," She bit her lip in thought as she felt his muscles harden beneath her, "Well... here's an idea. If you can get out of this hold..., I'll say you win."

Cole couldn't really hear her or at least process what she had said. Stuck where he was, he found himself overwhelmed not just by the feeling of her thick thighs around his head but that... smell. It was overpowering now, intoxicating. The smell of a needy bitch that had to be fucked until she was round.

"Breed." echoed in the back of his head.

He was starting to lose it.