Tyranny of Steel

Sweat glistened across Berengar's chiseled figure as he continuously struck the hanging' punching bag with all his might. He had been at this for nearly an hour now, and his knuckles were stained with his own blood.

For the first time in a long time, Berengar was frustrated and bitter, so much so that he needed to hit somebody in order to relieve his anger, however he could not very well go out and assault his people and because of this, the heavy bag was a good substitute.

After throwing a job and a cross, he swung his leg like a baseball bat towards what would be the head of the heavy bag were it a human being. A loud thunder crackled in the room, as if the one eyed emperor had fired a gun in the enclosed space. There was even a slight dent in the bag where his shin connected with its surface. After throwing this combination, he sprawled to the ground and began to do a set of ten pushups.

What had enraged the man so much that only working himself to death could alleviate his wrath? News of the battle of Berenwalde had reached the Kaiser shortly after the colonial troops returned to New Vienna. It was an unmitigated disaster with hundreds dead, and even more wounded. 

To Berengar, this was a failure in leadership, not on the part of Arnulf, but himself. He had failed to maintain enough of a presence in the New World to deter his colonial governors from making foolish mistakes. These deaths were on his hands, and the blood which currently seeped from his skin knuckles represented this. 

The Kaiser did not know how he was going to respond to this incident. People needed to be punished, perhaps even executed for this. However, one thing was certain: Arnulf's policy of maintaining the peace with the natives would come to an end.

Blood needed to spill to satisfy the German Nation after such a senseless slaughter of their own people, and only the death of the natives who had influenced Arnulf into turning on his own kind could satisfy this desire. 

Currently, Berengar was buck naked as he trained on the heavy bag. He had no shame in his appearance, and besides, only his women were present in the Palace at the moment, or so he had thought. After all, he had sent home all of his employees after hearing about the events in Berenwalde. Thus, he was certain that nobody who was not already intimately familiar with his body would walk in on him. 

After completing his pushups, Berengar once more performed a flurry of strikes on the bag, followed by another sprawl and a set of pushups or situps. At a certain point, Tlexictli walked in on the man who was venting of his anger, and gazed in shock. 

She had just now returned from her visit to the Aztec Empire and was looking for Berengar to discuss what had transpired in her absence. She had no idea that she would find him nude while working out alone in his gym. 

She stared at the naked form of the Kaiser for several moments in shock as he struck the bag with all of his force. After getting an eyeful for well over a minute in silence, she teased the man who had treated her so roughly in the past.

"Nice dick... No wonder your wives love you so much."

Berengar turned around and glared intensely at the young woman, who had a teasing smile on her face. However, upon seeing his face, she immediately flushed red. This was the first time she had seen the man without his eyepatch, and in all honesty it deeply attracted her to his battle-scarred appearance. There was some kind of gruesome appeal to the Aztec warrior princess upon seeing the wound the Kaiser had suffered in battle.

After staring at the woman with fury in his eye for several minutes in silence, Berengar sighed heavily before scolding her for interrupting his session. 

"You should know better than to interrupt a man when he is venting his anger."

Tlexictli immediately frowned when she heard this. Berengar did not seem the least bit flustered by her remarks, or the fact that she so brazenly stared at his naked figure for such an extended period. However, after several seconds, she got another fiendish idea in her pretty head.

The moment after, Berengar turned around and ignored her so that he could focus on the bag. Tlexictli stripped out of her dress and undergarments before sneaking up behind the man and latching her hands around his waist, where she immediately suplexed him to the matt in a brutal slam. 

This aggressive action caught Berengar off guard, one because the girl was stronger than he thought, and two, he was simply not expecting to get slammed. However, he immediately recovered and protected his neck from submission attempts before spinning around into the guard position.

Berengar had briefly learned Brazilian jiu jitsu in his past life in addition to his army combatives training. At the time of his reincarnation, he had the skill of a low level blue belt, and that of a high school wrestler. However, it had been years since he personally introduced submission grappling and other martial arts into this world as a sport, and since then, the talent of its practitioners had rapidly evolved to a higher standard. 

Naturally, the Kaiser trained extensively to remain in shape and to ensure his fighting spirit never waned. This included strength and conditioning training, as well as a variety of martial arts, such as grappling, wrestling, boxing, and Burmese kickboxing, all of which were popular sports in the Reich that he had introduced. His current skill in submission grappling was at the level of a purple belt in jiu jitsu and a collegiate wrestler. 

He was furious that the woman had attacked him, however when he gazed upon her naked form and the pretty smile on her face, he felt a bit less enraged. It would appear that this woman wanted to test her skills against him, thus he treated this as a friendly sparring session rather than an assault. 

One thing that was immediately noticeable was the substantial muscle definition of Tlexictli's figure. For a woman, she was shredded. However, not in the form of a bodybuilder, but more like that of a fitness model. From years of physical training, her muscular body was impressive, to say the least. However, despite her muscular physique still had an ample bosom above her heavily defined abs, which, if Berengar had to guess, was a strong D cup. Her ass was also stacked with muscle, but plump in its own way. 

While Berengar was ogling the girl's impressive physique, she had slipped past his guard and into side control, where she held him firmly to the ground with all her strength. Her bare chest pressed against his pectoral muscles as she squeezed him tightly.

Berengar was calm and collected, as he used his forearm to brace against her waist while searching for an underhook. Which he quickly caught and used to fight out of side control. The two of them struggled in silence for several moments before Berengar put the woman back to the guard, where he grabbed hold of her forearm and fought for control of the back.

Tlexictli responded to this countermeasure by grabbing hold of Berengar's waist and driving him forward onto the mat, holding him down with both technique and strength. In his own mind, he had to admit fighting with a beautiful, muscular woman for a position of dominance was turning him on, and thus, he quickly shrimped his hips out and in doing so secured an omoplata submission. 

However, the warrior princess did not panic as Berengar tried to dislocate her shoulder, instead she quickly spun over her shoulder in an attempt to free herself from the position. The result was that she was now on the bottom, in Berengar's side control as he rolled along with her into a superior position. 

Once in side control, Berengar fought for an Americana submission, however he failed to do achieve his goal, as Tlexictli defended against it. Causing the to hip out and forward towards the woman's head where he caught her in a no-gi ezekiel choke. He did this by grabbing onto his biceps with one hand and locking his other around his forearm with Tlexictli's neck in between the grip. In doing so, he rapidly cut off the blood supply from the woman's brain. 

Despite this, Tlexictli did not tap, and instead chose to take a brief nap. Mocking the man who had beaten her as she repeated the words she had heard Honoria say while eavesdropping on her and Berengar's private time.

"Choke me harder, daddy!"

Berengar immediately chuckled as he saw the light fade from Tlexictli's eyes while she passed into unconsciousness, causing him to release his grip. Within a few seconds, she snapped back to reality as the blood returned to her brain. The Aztec Warrior princess gazed around the room in shock, not realizing that she had been choked out by her partner. It took her a few seconds to realize the truth, where she then pouted and lowered her head in defeat.

"the gods be damned, you beat me yet again... Here I thought I was finally good enough to defeat you... Especially after learning your fighting arts! It isn't fair!" 

Berengar chuckled when he heard this, before scolding the woman for stripping naked and attacking him out of nowhere.

"You should really consider your position as an ambassador to the reich. What would the nobility think if they saw your appearance right now?"

It was only now that Tlexictli felt the slightest bit of shame for stripping naked and attacking the man. She had gotten naked strictly, out of the need to be freed from her cumbersome attire, which was required to fight effectively. However, now she was beginning to lament her decision as she hid her sensitive areas with her arms.  This only caused Berengar to laugh once more while he threw the woman's dress and undergarments to her before thanking her for her actions.

"I suppose I should thank you. I was in a terrible mood, but this sparring session of ours really helped me unwind. How about we go get dressed and then head out into the city to get a drink?"

Tlexictli thought about the offer for a few seconds before nodding her head in agreement. She wouldn't mind sharing a drink with the man, assuming he was paying for it. 

"Fine, but you're paying for it!"

Once more, the girl's petty attitude had caused Berengar to chuckle. She quickly got up from the floor and covered herself with her hand as she reached over to dress herself in her previously discarded clothing. Upon seeing such an alluring sight, Berengar simply could not resist the urge, and spanked the muscular ass that presented itself to him. 

Tlexictli yelped in shock before glaring at the man for his perverted action, who shamelessly looked away as if it had never happened. She could only sigh in defeat and get dressed in a different corner of the room. Meanwhile, Berengar pulled his clothes out of the gym bag he had brought and dressed in some appropriate attire. The two of them would depart for the city shortly thereafter to share a drink and some food.