The clash of our wooden blades echoed through the training hall like thunderclaps. Isobel moved like a practiced soldier, black hair pulled tight into a bun that bobbed with each twist, purple eyes locked on with predatory focus. She wasn’t using any of her illusion magic today. Instead, she wove Spells right into her swordplay, dark tendrils snaking from her free hand to lash at my legs while her rapier darted for my shoulder.
I parried the onslaught easily, aura crackling along my blade to counter her shadows, but she was fast. Too fast. One tendril wrapped my ankle, yanking off-balance just as she lunged. Her rapier grazed my arm, obviously unable to draw blood, but it still stung like hell.
"’Got you~," Isobel intoned, circling with that cocky grin. "Last ti we fought, I put too much faith in Mind Surge. When you got up, I relied on the House to keep upright. Without it backing in the sa way, I need to focus on my own skill to win."
She pressed the advantage, shadows coiling like whips to force back toward the wall. Her rapier flickered in precise jabs, forcing to block a series of piercing thrusts.
"You’re doing great, Isobel. You’re seriously as sharp as ever," I allowed, dodging a shadow lash that splintered a nearby dummy. "But you have a fatal flaw."
Her eyes narrowed in protest, " Is that so? Enlighten , then."
I adjusted my stance, channeling a burst of aura to shatter the shadowy tendrils pinning my foot before lunging forward.
One simple swipe was all it took. Nothing fancy, just a quick flick of my wrist, and I’d disard her. Isobel’s rapier flew from her grip, clattering across the floor with a satisfying clang. Before she could summon more shadows, I closed the gap, tackling her. We hit the floor hard, my body pinning hers, arms locked over her head. She squird beneath , breath coming in sharp pants, her chest rising and falling against mine, but I allowed her no room to escape.
"You’re a ranged fighter," I revealed, voice low and panting. "When you have a few feet on , you may as well be a 5-Star! Up close and personal, though? Things beco a lot easier for . Lyra pointed it out before our first fight, but I didn’t have any opportunities to press the advantage until the end."
Isobel glared up at , annoyance flickering across her face. Her lips were pressed thin, cheeks flushed from the exertion. But, as soon as it ca, her expression changed once more to soone cocky and knowing. "Really, now? I can’t win a close-ranged battle...?"
"Everyone has weak– mmphh!"
Before I had ti to react, Isobel surged up, crashing her mouth against mine. Her lips were soft yet demanding, tongue slipping in to tangle with mine in a heated kiss that short-circuited my brain. She managed to break a hand free, sliding it down my pants to cup my cock again, stroking firm and deliberate, just like she had outside. Heat shot through , my dick twitching hard under her palm.
I pulled back, stunned, breath ragged. "Didn’t take you for a dirty fighter."
She didn’t stop, yanking closer with her other arm around my neck, lips trailing hot kisses along my jaw to my neck. Her teeth grazed my skin, nipping lightly while her hand squeezed and rubbed down below, sending jolts straight to my core.
"All’s fair in love and war," she murmured against my throat, voice whisper-soft.
I groaned, half-laughing despite the fire building in my veins. Her touch was electric, fingers tracing the outline of my hardening cock, pressing just right to make throb.
Finally relenting to her touch, I lowered myself and kissed Isobel, passionate and deep. Her free hand fumbled with my shirt buttons as I did, popping them open one by one. I ground against her palm, the friction making my cock strain, precum dampening my underwear. Her legs wrapped around my waist and pulled down, our bodies slotting together like we were made for this.
She broke the kiss, nipping my lower lip, purple eyes gleaming with mischief. "Do you rember what I said about self-teaching? That I’m quite good at it?’’ Isobel smiled. "Because I’ve been perfecting a Spell of mine. I’ll need you to stand up first, though, if you don’t mind."
I hesitated, pulse hamring, every nerve lit up from her touch. Part of wanted to flip her over right there, hike up those pants, and fuck her senseless on the mats. But curiosity won out. Isobel had a way of reeling in, for better or for worse.
"Ever the tease," I muttered, rolling off her and hauling myself to my feet, shirt half-open, dick throbbing in my pants.
Isobel smiled while walking seductively towards , pushing toward the wall with a single finger. "I’ve been waiting far too long for this, Lloyd May. You’d best believe I’m stretching this out for as long as I possibly can."
"Are you?" I challenged, pulling her closer to by the arm before wrapping mine around her waist.
We kissed again, erotic and hungry, as I allowed my free hand to worm its way down to her pants buckle. She didn’t resist or protest as I opened her pants and snakes my hand inside, pressing my fingers down on her clit and rotating them slowly in a circular motion.
"So you... mmhhh~... can fight back~" Isobel teased, voice breathy and lodic.
Our kisses intensified as I continued to press down on her slick swell. She ground on my finger, moaning into my mouth as she rapidly approached climax.
"I’m... taking you... ahhh~! When I’m done...! Don’t think you’ve... won...!"
"Taking , hmm?" I teased, leaning forward, speeding up my circular motions. Isobel squeezed my forearm as her moans increased in volu. "I’ll let you do whatever you want after I’m done with you. That’s fair, don’t you think?"
Isobel looked like she wanted to say sothing, but it was difficult to talk when you were in the middle of cumming, I imagined. She pulled into a tongue-filled kiss when the final twitches of her orgasm finished, her hand hungrily searching for my cock.
"You said I was free to do whatever I wanted now, didn’t you?" She smiled, flickers of the Demon Queen returning to her. "I intend to make good on that. Don’t forget, I still have a new trick to show you."
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