Editor(s): Rylan Hunter
Cover Designer(s): Siol na Tine
Cover Art Credits: Photos by Carlodapino and Sergey Sukhorukov at Dreamstime.
Production Editor(s): Erika L. Firanc
Proofreader(s): Todd Michaels
Length: Novel (65,000 Words)
Publication Date: March 25, 2012
Serialization Date: March 2, 2016
Archive(d) on August 17, 2016
Tags: bloodsport, fights, het, m/f, m/f/f, m/m/f, Novel
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The fight erupted and Melanie let out a delighted cry. Her eyes were fixed fully on the two fighters; a curious smile spread across her face, and her breath came in short pants.
The fight was in full flow, punches swinging wildly. The crowd was obviously enjoying it and more groups of people rushed over to watch, including a number of girls who were clearly relishing the sight. Violence was in the air, creating a sexual excitement.
I should know, because I was being turned on by it. Not by the fight itself, but by the effect it had on the girls in the street, who squirmed with delight in their sexy and skimpy dresses and urged on the fighters; and also by my naked Melanie, whom I held in my arms and was being sexually energised by this display of male physical violence. My dark fantasy was becoming reality.
My cock swelled up, brushing Melanie’s soft round buttocks. Melanie briefly turned away from the fight to look at me and smiled, put her hand behind her and started stroking my cock, and then turned back to the fight. She said nothing, but her breathing betrayed her excitement, and she simultaneously stroked me and relished the brawl. I had never known her to be so sexual.
The fight grew increasingly fierce, and suddenly Melanie murmured, “Look, blood.”
I looked down and one of the combatants had blood splattered all over his white T-shirt. Melanie squeezed my cock even harder and I let out a groan. I ran my fingers down her belly and into her cleanly shaven pussy.
“Not yet,” she said. “I want to watch the finish of this fight.”
“Are you enjoying it?” I asked.
“Of course, I am,” she said. “It’s such a shame Keiko isn’t here. She would have loved it. Aren’t these two gorgeous? This is the best fight I’ve seen out here. Anyway,” she added, breathlessly, “look at all that blood.”
My cock in her hand was rock hard. I was close to orgasm.
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Chapter 1: Meeting the Catalyst
Chapter 2: Analysis of my Problem
Chapter 3: The Sweet Sadist