god's blessing

They invited him again this year.

Shanghai’s God of War.

The moment he laid his eyes on you, his face lit up.

How annoying.

You two fought each other once before in last year’s tournament. The results of that fight? You don’t remember. All that mattered then was that your team moved to the next round. Despite the results, you remember seeing him go on and on about you. He kept talking about your strength, your prowess, your potential and making you his disciple. He didn’t really seem like the type of guy who’d say stuff like that left and right. Still though, he was as loud and brash and annoying as the rest.

He saw you wandering around the halls. What were you doing before that? You don’t remember. Maybe getting some fresh air or something. Maybe getting away from the noise. Who knows. Who cares. He’s on your ass now.

Shen Woo, he introduces himself. He’s only a bit taller than you but he feels bigger. Maybe it was because of that cocky ass stride when he made his way to you. He certainly likes showing a lot of skin. You made sure your eyes didn’t wander. He starts talking that nonsense again about making you his disciple.

“You?” You spit, “Tch. What do you have to offer?”

“A lot more than you think,” He grins. You roll your eyes. It didn’t matter how much older he was, city streets are nothing compared to what you went through. Shen eases his shoulders, examining your face, “Say, if you just hear me out by letting me give you a little demo, I’ll get off your case for the rest of the tournament.”

You have a feeling he won’t let you off the hook. Your patience was already wearing thin when you got here. It’d be better to get him to shut up and go along with it. If he did anything stupid, you know how to take care of it. Your team won against his last year. You’ll be fine. You shove your hands in your pockets.

“Fine.” You grumble.

Shen guides you to a small, dark hallway. It seems like this part of the building wasn’t used often. The walls off-white paint began to peal off. Chipped tiles lay crooked. The light bulbs buzz as they shine down a warm light upon you both. He sits down on the long cushion seats and rummages around in his pockets. You shift your gaze elsewhere and thought for a moment.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

…

Yeah.

Yeah, this was a stupid idea.

Why did you do this to yourself?

You should just-

“Hey, kid.” He calls out to you. Your gaze returns to him. He’s lax and splayed out. His shit eating grin looks cockier than usual. His silk magenta shirt slips off his shoulders, framing his upper body. His chest moves up and down with each breath. His abdomen more exposed than it usually is. And his pants-

His…

Huh?

“What the…”

He isn’t wearing pants.

His bare legs outspread, revealing a tuft of hair in between.

With a gloved hand, he slipped a pair of fingers in and spreads it apart.

His pussy.

Shanghai’s God of War has a pussy.

Shen smirked, letting out a chuckle, “Cute, yeah?”

Your body leans forward. You can’t take your eyes off of it. He angles his hips so you can get a better view. The soft lips peak out ever so slightly. Layers and layers of a soft pink lay inside. His fingers caught a string of secretion from inside. You feel your mouth watering. You gulp.

Shen grabs the back of your head, forcing you on your knees and brings you closer. It catches you by surprise. Now, you see more of him, every inch of him. Although you’re not touching him, you can feel the warmth radiating from his body. Your ears start to pick up on his breathing. You glance up at him. Warm, brown eyes look back. They look hungry.

He tightens his grip and pulls you in. Your mouth is on his pussy.

“Mmph…?!”

“C’mon, now. You can’t appreciate it just by starin’, y’know," He grins, "I know you’re not a talker so I figured you can use your mouth another way.”

You glare at him. You hold back the drool in your mouth by swallowing. Your body doesn’t listen and opens your mouth. Your tongue begins exploring.

It’s slick and soft. The smell of sweat fills your nose. You glaze your tongue around aimlessly, trying to find out where you were. Every curve. Every fold. Every bit of him. You couldn’t get enough. For a brief moment, you try to remember if the tournament even started at this point. Maybe his team went up earlier and he was letting off some steam. It didn’t really matter. The thought began to slip from your mind. He strokes your face when your tongue caresses his clit. Your mind clouds when he warmly utters “good boy” under his breath.

He spreads his pussy even more. Your tongue slides in. It’s warm inside. Shen lets out a gasp, his body trembling, “S-shit…!”

You explore a little more but you don’t get that far. Your tongue circles the entrance.

With both hands, he grabs your head and starts thrusting into your mouth. He angles your head and shifts his hips to hit the right spot. It’s so sudden, you have trouble catching your breath.

He came.

When he was done, he pushes you away to take a look at you. Something wet and sticky cover your mouth. You wipe away whatever it was and took a few deep breaths to recover.

Shen stands up, pulls your sunglasses off your face and throws them aside. You glare at him. He huffs and smirked, “You don’t want to miss this.”

He grabs your collar and sits you down. Now, he’s in front of you. His shadow cascades down on you. He hastily pulls down your pants and your briefs in one go. You flinch at the cold air hitting your cock. It’s twitching. It’s already hard. You look away from his smirk. You didn’t want to think of that aching pain that was now exposed to the world. Shen squats down to take a closer look, removing his gloves at the same time.

“Damn, kid like you is packing this?”

You flush, clenching your fist, “Shut it!”

He wraps his hand around your cock, feeling every bit of it. A shiver trails down your spine. His hands were rough, covered in callouses and scar remnants, but it feels nice. Your cock fills his hand nicely. You try to hold back the moans in your throat. He starts moving his hands back and forth. He teases you by brushing his lips against it, soon circling his tongue around the tip. He leaves kisses at the sides. They’re light kisses at first, and then they become deeper and more intense. Then he takes you in whole. Your cock is in his mouth. It’s nice and moist inside. You feel the warm ridges of his tongue and the roof of his mouth. He grunts and moans as he pumps you in his hands and his mouth. That bit of vibration hits you. You throw your head back when he finds a pace you like.

Despite your best judgment, despite the yelling in your head, your body works against you. Your hips move in sync with him so the feeling intensifies. Your arms shake as you try to keep your body propped up. You grip the seat cushions to keep your cool.

“Fuck…! Shit…! I’m gonna-”

“No, you’re not,” He took his mouth away from your cock. He also slowed down his pumps. That feeling fizzles away in spite of your attempts to keep it. You tremble pathetically under him, gasping for air. You try to force it out but it doesn’t. Your cock is aching. He didn’t look at you, but you could hear that he grinned mischievously, “Not on my watch.”

“Asshole…!” You growled.

Shen trails his finger along the bottom of your cock and flicks it. A jolt goes through your body. You flinch then whine. When did you get this sensitive? Were you ever this sensitive before? You shift your hips. You know it wants something and he does too.

He stands up and lingers above you. He takes a hold of your ankles, spreads your legs apart and hoists it closer to you. Now your back was against the seat as his weight closing in on you. His pussy is hovering above your dick. It’s still seeping with your saliva and his come. He guides your cock in. Deeper and deeper, he pulls you in. You feel every bit of him. His warm walls pulsating against you, hugging your dick. Surely, he feels every bit of you too. The thought makes your heart race. Your breathing becomes heavy. He lets out a huff when he reaches the base of your dick.

“You feel really good, kid,” Shen hums, slowly grinding on you to situate himself, “Fill me up real nice too.”

You grit your teeth, “Get off.”

You feel a squeeze on your cock. You let out a wince. He chuckled, “Not so tough now, eh?”

A swell of heat rises through your right hand. You raise it but he grabs both of your wrist in each and slams them near either side of your head. You swore you saw some sort of gold aura around his form for a split second. Regardless, he’s got you caged in. He’s not letting you go. He certainly has the strength to keep you there.

He leans over and kisses you. His lips are rough but you couldn’t get enough. Alcohol? Cigarettes? Trying to pin down the taste of his mouth didn’t really matter. His tongue invades your mouth. No matter how hard you try to push back, it didn’t matter. You melt then and there. You’re at his mercy now.

You feel something shift at your groin. You suppress yourself from moving your hips. And then you feel it. He starting to move. He’s bouncing on your cock. He moans into you.

“P-please…” You let out. You couldn’t make up your mind on begging him to stop or speed up.

He starts slamming himself on you. When he pushes himself upwards, he squeezes against you. You whimper and moan. His grunts and groans fills your ears. Shanghai’s God of War is taking your cock like it’s nothing.

You feel him becoming rougher, sloppier. He’s losing it too. He buries his head in your shoulder.

“Inside,” He growled, “Pump your fat load inside me. Now.”

You two come at the same time. Your moans echoing in the halls. Your feet curl. Your hands ball up into fists. You arch your back as ecstasy floods throughout your body. He’s taking every bit of it. Your cum. He’s milking every drop out of you.

Your head feels fuzzy. Slowly you regain your senses by the disgusting sweat between your bodies. Shen stands up and runs his fingers through his vulva. Cum coats his fingers. It drips from there and his pussy. You don’t remember your cum ever being that thick before. He sucks his fingers as he watches at you. His shadow looms over you. Your cock twitches. Your body lays limp.

“So, what’d you think, kid? I got much more in store for ya.”

Without thought, you shift your hips back and forth again. You think about how your body feels cold, how your dick feels cold. Between heaves, you breathe, “I… I’ll think about it.”

Ending Notes

Thank you for dealing with my garbage! lol I'd love to hear feedback on how I can improve!
Here's some art I did a while ago of the two. I thought about making a comic version of this in the future but, uh, we'll see if I have enough spoons for it rip

click here to reveal art!

Anyway, hope you have a wonderful day!