Can you forgive me? (Futa/Male)

Yay! I managed to write another story. I had been wanting to do to that for a while now. But finally got my act together and sat down and just started with the first thoughts that came to mind. And then this came to fruition. My little child of sexy neurons firing in my brain. ;)

I started this as a contender for the writer challenge. Buuuuuut, then I got carried away and the story grew a life on its own. Now it's a bit more than the limit so I'll be sharing it already. Hoping it will be liked nevertheless. ;)

My stories are tending to be a bit more romantic lately. Well, especially the start of them. I wonder if I'm trying to tell myself something.

There's sex in it though. But you have to patient or just skip to the end. :p

I've tried something new with constantly changing perspective. Hope it won't confuse too much. Let me know if it should more easily state when the perspective changes.

No mercy was given as Cammy pressed on with her attacks on the always grinning Ken Masters. He was finally backed up against the corner and she would let him get away. She didn’t had much to go on – but neither did he. If only she could get one good attack in, just one.

There, an opening, she finally had him! She dived in with her kick only to immediately the bait and her mistake.

A fiery uppercut slammed into her, throwing her back and onto the ground. She was done.

“KO! Ken Win!”

“Arrrrgghhh…again! I’ll get you this time.” Mina growled.

Marcus snickered and was promptly rewarded with a shoulder punch.

“One more and I’ll be the winner. Then I’ll get my prize, Mina.” Marcus smirked at Mina, who at least had the courtesy to blush slightly. But then shot a defiant look back.

“But I’ll win, Marcus. I’ll be the winner and I’ll be the one getting my prize.” She blushed again ever so slightly. But also had a mischievous smile on her lips.

Friends forever!

Many believed Mina and Marcus for brother and sisters. They were not – but they themselves could not remember a time before they had been friends. In the 18 years spent together not many days have been spent without some sort of contact between the two.

Mina came from a rich family, never one to lack anything she wanted if she pointed at it. But she was never one to point at something and demand it. She believed in working for what you wanted as Marcus her best friend had to do just that.

She was tall, long legs that spoke of martial arts training and a slim but well-shaped figure. Not top heavy but she liked her small firm breasts. They always looked good in a dress.

Well, the few times she did wear a dress. Mostly she was interested in sports, especially soccer. Her long powerful legs had an easy time hammering the ball into the net. And Marcus played it too.

She and Marcus had always liked the same things. Or grown into liking them. What the one sudd