Potential: A Tekken 5 Lemon
By Sekiria
Email: [email protected]
DISCLAIMER:
Tekken is Copyright 1994, 1995, 1997, 1998, 2001, 2004 Namco, Ltd. Namco copyrights all characters associated with the game. I do not own any of them. No complaints!
This story is also only for ages 18+, as it contains sexual situations as well as violent behavior. If you’re under 18, I suggest you find something else to read.
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10:15 PM
“…You…are…incredible, you know that?”
Two lone figures, one male, one female, just barely seeing each other in the dark, are currently in the back of the dimly-lit training room, both naked with random bits of their clothing scattered all over the place. The female laughed at the male’s comment, obviously scoffing at the idea. The both of them at this point had just done a…forbidden…session, one that couldn’t be taught by her father, Sensei Kazama.
“Actually, I wouldn’t know. First time, remember?”
“Oh, right.”
“But, thanks for the compliment. And also add that to the list of things that you’ve done for me lately. Where would I be without you?”
“Hmm…I dunno…probably going out with some other guy?”
“Who, me? ‘The Tomboy’? The one that all the girls spread rumors about? Do you honestly know how many guys have come up to me lately asking if I’m gay?”
“OK, I see your point. And I think the last part was too much information.”
She just beamed and propped her head against his chest,
holding him just a little tighter. At
this point, she was just happy to get it out of her system…with the help of her
best friend, no less. Of course, it was
no surprise that she’d end up doing even this with him; the two of them have done all sorts of things together ever
since they were in separate cribs lined up next to each other in the hospital
when they were first born.
OK, she thought her mom made that up, but it was still something. Whoever knew falling in love would feel…more or less…awesome? But it was. And in her mind, it was definitely with the right guy…the one she knew she’d end up spending probably the rest of her life with, whether she liked it or not.
“So, Mr. Sakamoto, how many times have I said ‘I love you’ so far?” Asuka Kazama asked her newfound lover.
“About 8 times, including the ones that came out when I was doing the thrusting, as well as the big one you screamed during foreplay,” Sasuke replied, a little jokingly.
The short-haired Japanese brunette giggled a bit. He was always the joker, even during the most serious of times. Although it was annoying, he mainly did it just to lighten the mood a bit. And she would definitely need it…the 5th King of Iron Fist Tournament was just around the corner, and she decided to enter in it, not just for him, but to make sure that the guy who attacked and nearly destroyed the dojo and beat up the students and her father pays for his sins. However, there was still the question that burned in the back of her mind…
”So, how did we get here?”
“Umm…” Sasuke managed to say before thinking back.
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