Thread: The Queen of Iron Fist Tournament (iridium248)

And there she was. He knew it from the moment she exited her new beach home, though Heihachi had kept his back to it, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes to the crashing waves. You didn't live this long, not with this many enemies, without having to train your ears to pick up every slight detail about every minor thing. Not only was she approaching him on the beach, but the light sound of her feet when she left her house before stepping to the sand signified that she had indeed dressed as requested, or at least similarly light. Good. This caused the older man to smile. Letting a length of time pass before he acknowledged his granddaughter, he replied with a strong, Good! followed by, you came. Turning, Heihachi's body often resembled that of the animal he often wore on his attire. A tiger in every sense, he was beyond strong, beyond intimidating, yet not clumsily so, retaining a grace about his movements that seemed to ignore his age, as if he could strike with the utmost ferocity at any given moment. The steps that separated them in the sand were few, and from the moment he turned to the moment he was face to face with the young woman, literally inches in front of her, Heihachi's gaze had been only for her eyes. For now. It has been very long indeed, Granddaughter. A smile. You do great honor to your lineage by proving strong enough for such a tournament as this. I have hand-selected the top eight women in the world, and you would not be among them for blood alone. Though, and at this he had a brief paused, a sneer overtaking the disappeared smile, Kazama... tch. Do you really think you get your strength from there? Asuka Mishima would be far more appropriate, he mused. I had hoped you would rid yourself of such a name long ago. A few more seconds of pause. Breathing in. Breathing out. Heihachi stared his granddaughter in the eyes, his harsh expression gradually fading to find a slight smile once more. The wind beating on the beach was the only sound for a few moments, then. Though you have proven wise enough to accept my gift, the seventy year old said, reaching a strong palm up to caress up Asuka's side. It started first at her thigh, moving up to her hip, dragging the red silky teddy up with it to expose her lower half entirely to the night. Heihachi didn't look however, his eyes set firm on hers. As his hand moved upward the fabric fell back into place, the single hand moving up Asuka's ribs, and to soon cup her left bosom firmly in his right hand. Palming the firm, supple skin through the sheer fabric, this was a part of a woman, he thought with a smile, which would stay that - womanly, tender and soft, no matter how strong the rest of her body might be. You did not have these when I saw you last, Little Asuka... Or this , he continued, his smile turning to a firm grin as his hand left her breast to travel downward, down the front of her lingerie. Down across her firm, flat abs. Down to her crotch. Slipping beneath the fluttering fabric, his fingers cupping his granddaughter's bare vaginal lips in his palm. It wasn't like this, was it? You feel so... ready now. He was going to have sex with her. Consensual or rape, he truly didn't care. Pulling his palm back from her warm, moist folds, Heihachi stood there with a look of arrogance on his face, the epitome of confidence. He was a man wel accustomed to having anything he wanted. Right now he wanted his own flesh and blood. Offer yourself to me, Asuka. A pause. Remove the last of what you wear and make it clear I may take you as I wish from now on. Clear to herself he needed no such permission. ...Do not be shy about it.