by Amy DeMeritt
“When do we get to see you train with Kelly?”
“You can come tomorrow if you want. Tomorrow is my last session with her this week. Actually, it’s probably my last one for at least two weeks because we’re getting into the action scenes for the movie now. I’m not allowed to work out on my own while filming the action scenes because they don’t want me to be too physically exhausted to be able to perform.”
“Makes sense.”
“How’s the restaurant coming along?”
“Amazing. Hayley said they’ll probably be finished by the time we get home.”
“Can I see some pictures?”
Madison shakes her head, saying, “Hayley and Dana want you to be surprised when you come home.”
“Fine. Is she staying at the house or was she weird and get a hotel after you left?”
“No, she agreed to stay at the house. It did take a lot of reassuring her that we trust her to be there alone though.”
“Your toes look really cute. Do you want to see?”
All of my wives crane their necks to look at my feet and smile really big or laugh. I groan as I sit up with the babies on my chest so I can see. I laugh hard and fall on my back again.
“I can’t believe you put that on my toes. That better come off.”
“Eventually, but you have to leave it on for at least twenty-four hours.”
“What? I cannot go train with Kelly with that on my feet! It’s like a silly school girl charm necklace on my feet!”
“You’re hurting my feelings now.” She pretends to be offended and pouts dramatically while sniffling.
“Oh, good lord.”
My wives laugh and Awenasa pats my abs with a loving smile, saying, “Your ego can survive one day, puppy.”
“Fine.”
Sorina flashes me a beautiful happy smile and rubs the tops of my feet in an affectionate way.
“How did you even write that on there?”
She put, “Sorina is my BFF” with a heart across my toenails.
“A toothpick.”
“That’s resourceful.”
“Oh, I could do all sorts of fun designs on your toes. Tomorrow, I’ll come up with something different for you.”
“You think I’m going to allow this again?”
“You will.”
I groan and hide my face in my babies’ necks. “Protect me, babies. Sorina is scaring me. So, what are all of you going to do tomorrow while I’m on set?”
“Grocery shopping for sure. What do you want for dinner tomorrow?”
“Maybe stew or chili and some sweet cornbread.”
“Sweetie.” A hand caresses my cheek, so I open my eyes to meet Shannon’s smiling green eyes. “You’re falling asleep.” My eyes are really heavy and I’m suddenly having a really hard time keeping them open. “Let us take the babies so you can close your eyes till Sara is back with dinner.”
“No, I keep the babies.”
Shannon caresses my cheek as she kisses my lips, and says, “It’s not safe to fall asleep with them in your arms. You can have them back when you wake up.”
I pout as I kiss each of the babies before allowing my wives to take them off of my chest. Aura seems to think this is her invitation to come back because she jumps up on the couch and lays down on top of me with her head on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her and allow my eyes to close.
Chapter Seven
The first day I walked in for training with Kelly, the place seemed deserted, till she came out of nowhere and approached me with a long staff. Each day after that, she has been in the center of the mat waiting for me.
Today, we walk into the gym and I’m not sure I got the time correct. There are two people dressed in kendo sword training gear with the cage masks on their faces. They must also be wearing ski masks or something on underneath because it’s all black. I can’t see their faces. Both figures are standing in the center of the mat facing us with their wooden swords at the ready in front of themselves.
“They look like they’re waiting for you.”
Sara’s comment actually causes excitement to rush through my veins. I haven’t done sword training yet so this should be interesting. I lead my wives, our babies, the squad, and Sorina to the chairs and benches near the mat, having them take a seat. I quickly pull my shoes and socks off and hand my tank top to Madison before walking out to the mat.
Both sword bearing warriors take calculated steps to put me in the center of them.
“So, are you friends of Kelly’s or do I have to avenge my master’s assassination?”
Without a response, both of them lunge forward to stab me in the gut. I quickly swing a leg to kick one hand, diverting the thrust at the same time that I bend over and catch the other hand in mine. In a swift movement, I spin back and flip the one opponent onto his or her back. I don’t have a chance to enjoy my victory because the other sword bearer moves in and strikes down at me. I dive and roll away, barely escaping.
While I continue to narrowly dodge the attacks and get a couple of good flips in, I scan the room looking for a weapon so I have a better fighting chance. Unbelievable – Kelly removed all of the barrels of training weapons. I’m going to have to take one of theirs.
“Oh, shit.”
I quickly duck and do a foot sweep, barely avoiding being clocked upside the head with the wooden sword. My opponent goes down and I try to lunge for the sword, but they’re quick to roll away and stand up.
Both of them come in hard and fast with thrusts and slashes. I flip backwards, do splits, and fall into diving rolls, trying to avoid them. I suddenly realize they’re trying to back me into the mirrors. So, to try to take them off guard by doing the unexpected, I sprint for the mirrors with them quickly following. When I’m a foot from the mirrors, I suddenly stop and spin to face them just in time to catch them by the wrists before they can slash downward. One breaks free, but I quickly spin and get the other in my arms. I kick their leg out, and as they go down, they release the sword with one hand to grab the mat to regain balance. I twist the sword free from their other hand and tap the person on the shoulder. They put their hands up in defeat, which makes me release a small happy victorious laugh.
“One down.”
I jump up and use the sword to block a downward strike from the last warrior. Now that I have a sword, I feel much more confident, even though I don’t know how to use one yet.
The person seems to flip a switch because the intensity of their attacks has increased. I’m getting out of breath trying to keep up with them to block everything. I’m not even able to counter anything. I’m going to have to disarm them if I have a hope at winning this match.
I change my tactics and try to press in closer to my opponent so I can get my hands on them, but they seem to be expecting it and counter me in a way that pushes me back again. I’m starting to sweat and my arms are burning from wielding this sword, even though it barely weighs anything.
My opponent suddenly drops and sweeps their leg at mine. I hop up but keep my eyes on them, prepared to block their next attack. As I land, I startle and look down.
“Shit.”
A rope tightens around my ankles and I’m ripped off of my feet. I land on my side and I look back to see Kelly standing at the other end of the mat with the rope in her hands and a smile on her face. I laugh, but then gasp as she tugs hard on the rope, pulling me across the training mat.
Between panting breaths, I tease, “It’s about time you join the party. Are you ready for me to kick your ass?”
Kelly laughs and tugs on the rope, pulling my legs up in the air and sending me back on my shoulders, painfully bending my neck and putting my weight on my head.
“That’s tough talk for someone hanging by their ankles.”
“You think you have an advantage right now? Please, I’ve got you right where I want you.”
Kelly laughs hard and smacks my ass before tugging up hard, securing the rope over her shoulder, keeping my legs up
in the air.
“Ok, let’s see your brilliant plan.”
My head is starting to feel like a balloon ready to pop from the pressure of all of my blood rushing to it, so I need to make this quick. I get up on my hands in a hand stand. I tug on my legs to test her strength, which is firm. She laughs again, but I’m going to have the last laugh because I do have a plan. I walk on my hands to get closer to her, and after taking a few deep breaths to fill my muscles with oxygen, I grip her ankles one at a time. I climb her legs enough that I can wrap my arms around them, yanking them together, and hold on for dear life so I don’t crash back down onto my head. I have disturbed her balance enough that after only a few seconds, I’m able to wiggle her down to the floor.
We land hard and I quickly squirm to get my body on top of hers. I sit on her stomach and throw my arms in the air with a giant smile. Kelly laughs hard as she sits up, pushing me down to her lap. With me sitting on her lap, Kelly unties my feet. She looks in my eyes with a proud smile and pats my head a couple of times.
“Ok, monkey, get up and introduce me to the family.”
I laugh and pin her down on her back. I straddle her hips and press my hands into her shoulders, holding her down.
“I’m a wolf, not a monkey.”
Kelly grins and quickly unseats me, easily getting me pinned down with her knees on my shoulders and sitting on my chest.
“You have to earn that title every time you’re here. So far, you’re still just a monkey.”
“Hey! I took out one of your sword fighters, and if you hadn’t cheated, I would have taken out the other. And, I got you down on the floor with me, even though you strung me up by my ankles. I have been a very badass wolf today.”
Kelly laughs as she puts more weight on my shoulders and chest, making me cough and groan in pain. I grab her thighs, trying to pry her off of me, but she’s solid.
“You’re not very badass right now.” I groan and contract my abs, lifting my legs to wrap around her, but she blocks them with a smile. “I already know that trick, remember?”
Kelly pets my head and wiggles my nose. I laugh, but it causes me to cough from the lack of oxygen I’m getting.
“You should have stayed on your back, because I’m going to take you down. You’re going to…”
Kelly laughs and pets my head again, saying, “What are you going to do? You’re helpless.”
I growl, and her smile widens. I scrunch my face in frustration, and she laughs again.
“That does it.”
I press my foot into her back, taking her by surprise and causing one of her knees to slip off of my shoulder and I can get an arm free. With some difficulty, I get her off of my chest and we start grappling, trying to pin each other down. She keeps slipping out of my grip when I think I’m going to get her. I let her think she’s going to pin me on my chest, but then lift up with her draped over my shoulders and I stand up. She laughs hard as I spin her around like a kid on my shoulders. She smacks my ass, so I set her down.
“Well done, Wolf.”
My face spreads into a huge goofy smile and she gives me a look of pride as she lightly punches my shoulder. She leads me over to the demasked sword fighters. One looks to be around my age, has bright blonde hair, blue eyes, and heart shaped lips. She’s pretty. The other looks to be at least ten years older than me, has black hair, and has kind looking dark brown eyes – much too kind to be wielding a sword.
“Kayla, these are my best sword masters in the gym. This is Bethany,” she motions to the blonde, “and this is Joy,” she motions to the older woman. “You took Joy down, but you weren’t able to best Bethany.”
“Hey, you butted in. I think I was going to win that.”
Bethany licks her lips in an amused way, asking, “You think so, huh?”
“Bethany is a three-time world champion in kendo sword fighting.”
“Maybe in a ring with a bunch of silly rules.”
Kelly’s eyes flash with excitement as Bethany steps forward with a cocky grin. She thrusts a sword forward for me to take. I take the sword and Kelly and Joy back up, giving us room. While starring in my eyes with a calculating ferocity, Bethany starts shedding her uniform till she’s standing in front of me in just a sports bra and a pair of skin-tight exercise capris.
She’s built really nice. She’s similar in build to Awenasa with thick muscular thighs, a lightly defined stomach, and her breasts are about the size of large grapefruits. Her skin is smooth with an amber honey tan. She looked much more intimidating in her uniform, but I know damn well she’s going to kick my ass – she is Kelly’s top student after all.
Bethany picks up a sword and twirls it forward in one hand as she takes cocky hip switching steps around me. She stops to face me with the sword raised in a defensive stance with the sword horizontal to the floor at level with her chin.
“I hope your ego can handle being destroyed in front of all of your wives.”
I laugh a little and glance over at the sidelines, where everyone is watching with amused and impressed smiles. I wave to all of them and they either wave or blow me kisses.
“Yeah, I’m ok with you kicking my ass – if you can.”
“Good. Let’s go.”
She rushes in with a swift attack and we start sparring. Without her big heavy uniform, she’s even faster than before. She gets several good strikes in against my arms, thighs, and stomach. She’s very skilled so her strikes are controlled and don’t hurt, but if she was wielding a real sword, I’d have more slices than a loaf of bread.
As I’m landing my first strike on the left side of her stomach, her brow scrunches in disbelief. She spins and strikes me with the butt of her sword in my stomach with her back to me. I kick her leg out and wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her body in close to mine while I wrestle her down to the floor. I drop my sword and quickly pin her sword hand down. Bethany releases a laughing groan as she bumps her ass against my groin, trying to get free of me, but I tighten my arm around her.
“Looks like I won.”
With a smug expression, Bethany looks over her shoulder at me, and says, “Check again.”
I look at her confused, but then feel a tapping on my back. I look over my shoulder, and stutter, “How the hell?”
She has my discarded sword in her other hand and she’s tapping the tip of it on my back. I would be done for if it was a real sword.
“Tell me again who the winner is.”
“Well, in theory, the sword is only wood, so…”
Before I can finish, Bethany gets her other hand free, twists, and grabs my shoulders. She’s so fast that I don’t have time to react and she gets me pinned down on my back. She’s straddling my hips and has my hands pinned above my head. She smiles down at me with her pretty face hovering above mine.
“Do you want to try that answer again? Who won this match?”
I contract my muscles in a fast-hard burst and unseat her. We roll around on the mat, trying to pin the other. As I’m a getting her on her back, she wraps her legs around me and squeezes my sides. I release a gasping groaning laugh and collapse on top of her. I reach down and try to pry her legs off, but she’s locked on tight.
“Shit.”
Bethany laughs, but she doesn’t let up on her grip. I push my hands in the mat at her shoulders and try to get free, but her clamp tightens on me and I fall back down groaning and laughing. I rest for a moment with my head laying on her soft sweat dampened chest, trying to catch my breath and think about my situation.
“Ready to admit defeat?”
“No. I’m not done yet.”
Bethany grips my ponytail and pulls my head up off of her chest. She grips my throat and lightly squeezes with a grin.
“You’re done. I have already hypothetically killed you at least twenty times.”
“I have many more lives left.”
I grip her wrist, pulling her hand off of my throat. I get up on my knees, pulling her up with me. She shakes her head and
in a swift motion she gets me on my back with her knees firmly planted on my shoulders and she’s sitting on my chest.
“How the hell? This is Kelly’s favorite move. You can’t do this move. That’s just not even cool.”
Bethany laughs hard and sits more of her weight on my chest, making me gasp for air.
“You’re just jealous you can’t throw these tricks yet.”
“How long have you been training?”
“I’ve been in various forms of martial arts since I was seven years old. But I’ve been training under Kelly for six years.”
“So, you’ve been training for like thirty-six years?”
Bethany scoffs and smacks my cheek. “I am not that old!”
I laugh hard and grab her thighs, trying to pull her off of my chest so I can get more air.
“Oh, wrong direction? Ok, so, what like ten years in total? Are you even old enough to be grappling with adults?”
“I’m going to kick your ass all over this mat again. I’m twenty-six.”
“Yeah, I figured you’re older than me. You’re kind of…”
She crosses her arms on her chest with narrowed eyes and an obstinate smile as she pushes down into my shoulders really hard. I release a sharp gasp of pain and tighten my hands on her thighs in a futile effort to lessen her pressure.
“Go on. How exactly did you figure I’m older than you?”
I laugh, but then cough and groan in pain. “Well, you’d need a lot of years of intense training to get me like this. But, you could use a few more years because…”
I make my move and surprise the hell out of her as I get her off of me and get her pinned on her back with her thighs and arms locked down.
“There is no fucking way that just happened.”
I shrug a shoulder with a cocky grin and challenge her, asking, “So, who won this match?”
Bethany releases a frustrated growl as she tries to get free then gives me a defiant scowl. “You are… You know what… I’m not…”
I laugh hard at her stuttering response. I roll off of her and lay on my back to rest. She immediately sits up and playfully punches me in the gut, making me gasp and sit up. I laugh hard and push her shoulder, throwing her backwards for a moment.
