{Armia}
Armia grunted with exertion as she lunged forward, her sword slicing through the air in a vicious arc.
But her kitsune trainer, a graceful woman with rust-colored fur but with more muscle on her than most kitsune tended to have, danced out of the way effortlessly.
"Too slow," the kitsune scolded her, her amber eyes sparkling with amusent as she parried Armia's next blow with a flick of her wrist. "And too predictable. You're telegraphing your moves, darling. A blind man could see them coming."
Armia gritted her teeth, a flush of embarrassnt heating her cheeks.
[Ugh,] she thought, her tail lashing behind her in agitation. [How does she make it look so damned easy? It's like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands!]
She pushed herself harder, putting all her strength and speed into her next series of attacks.
But the kitsune just laughed, her blade flashing in the sunlight as she deflected each blow with infuriating nonchalance.
"Co now, Lady Duskscale," she purred, her voice rich with amusent. "Surely you can do better than that?"
Armia's eyes flashed.
With a fierce battle cry, she lunged forward, her sword aid straight for the kitsune's heart. But at the last second, the woman spun out of the way, her blade flicking out to tap Armia lightly on the back of the neck.
"Dead," she said softly, her voice suddenly serious. "If this were a real battle, you'd be bleeding out on the ground right now."
Armia froze, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
[She... she beat . Again. Gods above, what am I doing wrong?]
As if reading her thoughts, the kitsune lowered her sword, her expression shifting from playful to thoughtful.
"Lady Duskscale," she said, her tone gentle but firm. "Forgive for my bluntness, but I must ask... have you been feeling a bit confused lately? In your training, I an."
Armia blinked, taken aback by the question.
"I... I'm not sure what you an, ma'am," she said carefully, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Confused how, exactly?"
The kitsune sighed, sheathing her sword and gesturing for Armia to do the sa.
"Walk with , my lady," she said, turning to stroll along the edge of the training yard. "I think perhaps it's ti we had a little chat."
Armia hesitated for a mont, her pride warring with her curiosity. But in the end, the desire to understand, to improve, won out.
With a small, sowhat reluctant nod, she fell into step beside the kitsune.
"You see, Lady Duskscale," the woman began, her voice low and thoughtful, "as a darian, you have certain... advantages over most of the fighters in this kingdom. Trust , I say this with no sort of hostility, but I've cut down more of your kind than I care to count. I'd like to think I know what I'm talking about."
Armia briefly raised a brow but waited for her to continue.
"Your strength, for one. That's a gift many fighters like myself would kill to have. And yet," she stopped. "You barely use it."
Armia nodded slowly, her tail curling around her leg self-consciously.
"I... I know that, ma'am," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I don't... I an, I try not to rely on it too heavily. It feels like... like cheating, sohow."
The kitsune chuckled softly, shaking her head.
"Cheating? My dear, there's no such thing in battle. You use every advantage you have, every tool at your disposal. To do otherwise is foolishness of the highest order."
She paused, her eyes raking over Armia's form with a critical, appraising gaze.
"But that's not the only thing holding you back, I think. You see, while you may be a darian, you're also a woman. And a rather petite one, at that. For a darian, anyway."
[I am? I'm petite?]
Armia had to hold back a smile.
But, she did tilt her head.
"What are you talking about?"
The kitsune held up a placating hand, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"I'll get to that. But, see, to , you also have the potential for sothing else. Sothing that could be even more deadly, if honed properly."
Armia's eyes narrowed, her curiosity piqued despite herself.
"And what might that be?"
The kitsune's smile widened, a glint of excitent sparking in her amber eyes.
"Speed, my lady. Agility. You are small, for a darian. Not to soone who isn't like , however," she clarified. "I can see that. The average fighter you go up against probably won't.
You could surprise them. Move a lot faster than you look."
She stepped forward.
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"But to do that, you would need to embrace what makes you unique. To stop trying to be sothing you're not, and start playing to your own strengths."
Armia swallowed hard, a flicker of understanding dawning in her eyes.
"I... I think I see what you an," she said slowly. "But how do I..."
The kitsune chuckled, giving Armia's shoulder a gentle squeeze.
"How do you do that? Well, for starters, you need to pick a style and commit to it. If speed doesn't sound good to you, bulk up! Put so muscle on and slam your enemies into the ground! Or, get even leaner, even faster, and surprise people with your swiftness. But, the point is, no more of this half-hearted flailing about, trying to be a jack-of-all-trades and a master of none."
She stepped back, her hand falling to the hilt of her sword.
"I won't lie and say it won't get you anywhere. It might. But, I think sticking to sothing would get you farther. Anything, mind you. Just stick to sothing."
Armia remained quiet for a mont.
"So, what will it be, Lady Duskscale? Speed? Strength? None of the above?"
Armia took a deep breath.
"I... I'll think about it."
The kitsune grinned, her teeth flashing in the sunlight.
"That's all I want," she purred. "Anyway, co. Let us continue."
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Armia sat primly at a corner table in the restaurant lisa had told her to go to.
She smoothed down her brown skirt, consciously maintaining her perfect posture as she waited for lisa to arrive.
In a mont, the restaurant's door swung open, and lisa swept in like a purple whirlwind.
Armia's breath caught in her throat.
lisa was in a form-fitting midnight blue dress that made her curves, which were impressive on their own, pop out. Her crimson eyes sparkled as she approached the table.
"Armia!" lisa called out, her face lighting up as she spotted her friend. "I'm so sorry I'm late. You wouldn't believe the day I've had."
Armia rose to greet her, embracing lisa warmly before they both took their seats.
"No need for apologies," Armia said. "I'm just glad you could make it. You look stunning, by the way."
lisa grinned, a hint of a blush coloring her purple cheeks.
"Thanks, Armia. You're looking pretty good yourself. So," lisa sighed with a smile, "what did you do today?"
As they settled into conversation, Armia couldn't help but notice the way lisa's pheromones seed to fill the air around them, making her skin tingle and her heart race.
[Hm... Weren't they supposed to be less effective on since she and I...?]
She shifted slightly in her seat, trying to ignore the growing warmth in her core.
[Focus, Armia,] she scolded herself. [You're a lady. Act like one.]
As they kept talking, lisa groaned dramatically, her head falling back against the chair.
"Oh god, don't remind . The letters, Armia. So. Many. Letters. I swear, if I have to read one more flowery declaration of undying love from so random noble I don't even rember, I might just set the whole pile on fire."
Armia chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusent.
"Co on, it can't be all bad. Surely so of them must be quite flattering?"
"Oh, they're flattering alright," lisa smirked. "But you try feeling flattered when you're drowning in... in perfud paper and terrible poetry." She all but lted into her seat. "But, how about you? How's your training going?"
Armia's expression turned thoughtful.
"It's... progressing," she said carefully. "My new instructor, an impressive kitsune woman, gave lots to think about. She believes I need to... how did she put it? 'Commit to sothing,' I believe were her exact words."
lisa leaned forward, her eyes alight with curiosity.
"Oh? What does she an by that?"
Armia explained the kitsune's advice, her brow furrowing slightly as she recalled the conversation.
"She thinks I should choose between focusing on strength or speed," Armia concluded. "That if I don't, I'm wasting my potential. It's... given quite a lot to consider, I have to admit."
lisa nodded sympathetically.
"That sounds like a tough decision. But hey, if you want a training partner to help you figure it out, I'd be happy to join you soti."
Armia's face lit up at the offer, but lisa quickly held up a hand.
"Though, fair warning, I might be a bit busier than usual for a while," she added, a hint of excitent in her voice.
"Oh?" Armia raised an elegant eyebrow. "And why might that be?"
lisa's grin widened, her tail swishing with barely contained glee.
"Well, you'll never believe this, but... Javir said she'd train in swordsmanship!"
"Miss Folden?" Armia's eyes widened in surprise. "But I thought you said she was adamant about not teaching you combat skills?"
"I know, right?" lisa laughed. "I guess saving the king's life changed her mind. Or maybe she just got tired of pestering her about it. Either way, I'm not complaining!"
As they continued to chat and eat, Armia found it increasingly difficult to concentrate.
lisa's pheromones seed to grow stronger with each passing mont, filling the air with an intoxicating scent that made Armia's head spin.
[Gods above,] Armia thought, looking away.
After dinner, they decided to take a walk through the city, enjoying the cool evening air.
As they strolled along the cobblestone streets, lisa regaled Armia with stories of her latest magical experints and Armia had to keep herself from being jealous at how talented the nim was. Still, it made for a good distraction.
But with each passing minute, Armia felt her control slipping. The pheromones were overwhelming, clouding her thoughts and igniting a fire in her core.
She could feel her cock hardening, straining against the confines of her dress.
lisa, ever observant, noticed Armia's discomfort. Her eyes flicked down to the massive bulge in Armia's gown, and a knowing smirk popped up on her face.
"Armia," lisa purred with a grin and half-lidded eyes, her voice low and seductive. "Is sothing wrong? You seem... tense."
Armia swallowed hard, her scales flushing an even deeper gold.
"I... lisa, I..."
Without warning, lisa grabbed Armia's hand and pulled her into a nearby alley.
The shadows enveloped them, offering a modicum of privacy from the busy street, though it wasn't much.
"M-lisa, what are you-"
But Armia's words died in her throat as lisa pressed herself against her, their bodies flush. The nim's tail curled around Armia's leg, sending shivers up her spine.
"I think," lisa whispered, her breath hot against Armia's ear, "that you need so relief down there. So... Co on."
Before Armia could protest, lisa spun around, bracing her hands against the alley wall.
She bent down enough to be perfectly horizontal. Poking her ass out.
lisa looked over her shoulder, her crimson eyes dark with desire.
"Well?" lisa challenged, arching her back invitingly. "Are you going to keep a girl waiting?"
Armia shivered.
Swallowing, she walked forward and pressed herself against lisa's back, her hands gripping the nim's hips.
In response, lisa ground her ass against Armia's straining erection.
GULP
Armia wasted no more ti.
She hiked up lisa's dress, revealing her lack of undergarnts. Armia shook her head, her cock twitching. With trembling hands, Armia freed her cock from its confines, lining it up with lisa's pale, purple pussy lips, like the walls of paradise themselves.
As Armia pushed inside lisa's cunt, they both gasped at the sensation.
lisa was impossibly tight and hot, her inner walls gripping Armia's length like a vice.
"By the gods," Armia breathed, her tail thrashing behind her. "lisa, you feel..."
"Amazing," lisa finished, her voice breathy. "Move, Army, move."
Armia didn't need to be told twice. The odd nickna didn't even register.
She began to thrust, slowly at first, her cock pushing in and out of lisa's tight hole at a pace both of them found achingly slow, but quickly picking up speed.
Soon, the alley filled with the sound of Armia's balls slapping against lisa's skin.
[Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck...] Armia nearly ca right then and there, but she stopped herself, willing her seed not to spill.
As Armia pounded into lisa, she felt a strange sense of clarity. Here, in this mont, she wasn't conflicted about her identity or her fighting style.
She was simply Armia, fucking the shit out of the hottest person she knew.
lisa pushed back against each thrust, her black tail wrapping around Armia's waist to pull her even deeper.
"Harder," she demanded, her voice thick with lust. "I can take it, Army. Fuck harder!"
Sothing primal awakened in Armia at those words.
She doubled her efforts, her hips slamming against lisa's ass with enough force to make the nim's knees buckle. But lisa didn't falter, eting each thrust with equal fervor.
As they fucked, Armia marveled at the contrast between them. Her golden scales against lisa's purple skin, her raw strength against lisa's lithe form. Yet sohow, it felt like they fit together perfectly.
The pressure built quickly, overtaking them both.
With a final, powerful thrust, Armia buried her darian cock to the hilt inside lisa's pussy, her release washing over her in waves.
lisa cried out as she ca, her own orgasm triggered by the feeling of Armia's hot seed filling her.
For a long mont, they stayed like that, still locked together, panting and trembling in the aftermath. Finally, Armia slowly pulled out, watching with fascination as her cum trickled down lisa's thighs.
As they straightened their clothes and caught their breath, lisa turned to Armia with a mischievous grin.
"Well," she said, her voice still slightly husky, "that's one way to end an evening out."
Armia couldn't help but laugh, the tension and doubt that had plagued her all day finally dissipating.
"Yeah, it is."
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