Nisha sighed as she wiped the sweat off her face with a towel. She was a little tired from her work out. True she wasnt as stong or athletic as the other girls but she had one, no two skills she really trained. Her speed and her sharp eye.

"one more round..." She whispered to herself as she stood up and took her stance. This gym was empty but she barely minded. After all she liked it better when she practiced alone. She took a deep breath and started shadow sparring with herself.

Her moves were fluid and quick, each hit aiming for a vital part. She had already heard rumors of attacks and was not going to take chances

With a loud cry she spun around and kicked high, the last step of her 'attack'.

Seh stood up staright, her back to the door, breating deeply trying to steady her breath

He watched her as she went through her sparring routine, silently sizing her up. She was fast and skilled but he knew he could beat her. Still, she would only become more tired as she exercised which meant she would be overcome that much easier. So he waited patiently as she kicked and punched and spun through her training, taking full advantage of the time to study her lithe, trim body. She appeared to be quite flexible, he noted with a mental grin.

After one final cry and kick, she stopped and stood in the center of the room. Stepping from the shadowy doorway, he clapped sardonically as he moved into the light.

"Anyone can fight shadows, little girl..."

Nisha turned suddenly, surprised but by reflex in fighting stance.

He laughed softly at her reaction as he moved towards her. His heavily muscled body towered over her, the light glinting off black and green scales as he closed with her.

Stopping just outside her arm's reach, he drew himself up to his full height, his arms held easily at his side as he appraised her.

His voice was deep and quiet and filled with amusement as he spoke. "You couldn't beat me fully rested. Tired as you are, you'd have a better chance running...for all the good it'd do you."

Nisha growled, her instinct kicking in as she backed away inch by inch, keeping note of any obstacles under her feet.

"I'm not even going to ask what you are, but what are you doing here?" Her voice had all the warmth of death in a high cold mountain peak.

Inching forward, he kept the distant between them constant denying her the extra room.

"It appears that I'm getting ready to enjoy a pretty young asian..." As he spoke, he moved more quickly towards her, forcing back towards the far wall and away from the comparative safety of the door.

Her eyes scanned the area and she decided. With a quick movement she ducked to the right but fell back and ran to the left dodging him.

She was a quick runner but she'd been training for a few hours now so she's a little tired already

"get off me!" she screamed kicxking out from under him and struggling. She hated these stories. She suddenly let out a loud scream to try and alert any person passing by

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He laughed in her ear as she screamed. "Scream all you want. There's no one here but us."

Leaning his face down to her, his tongue ran slowly over the back of her neck, tickling her sensitive skin. Slowly he changed the position of his arms around her chest, positioning his hands between her tits and the floor. Their combined weight forced her into his skilled hands as he began to slowly, rhythmically squeeze her.

She fought the urge to moan as she continued struggling under him. Suddenly she stopped and began to colect herself

She gasped in unwanted pleasure as she struggled again pressing her breasts against his hands