The next few days followed the sa pattern. I would fight Lucian, then return to my quarters to rest. Each day, I grew stronger, faster, more precise in my movents. Yet, I still couldn't defeat him. The losses, however, were less humiliating. I began to notice sothing—Lucian never fought with everything he had. As I improved, he would adjust, always staying just ahead of , increasing his speed, refining his strikes, or unveiling new attacks.
Yesterday, he almost froze my heart in my chest after slashing it open, leaving to scramble for a counter. Another ti, he froze the ground beneath , trapping my feet. It wasn't hard to break free, but it cost a second—just long enough for him to drive a spear of pure energy through my heart, cracking the shield I'd ford around it.
Outside the fights, Lucian seed distracted, almost as if sothing was weighing heavily on him. He looked like he had sothing to say but always hesitated. I asked him about it, trying to pry the truth out, but he evaded my questions, changing the subject with ease. If I could find out what was bothering him, perhaps I could exploit it.
A knock interrupted my thoughts. Vasen's voice drifted through the door, informing that Yelena had summoned and that the task I had set was completed. Without delay, I stood, draping my silver robe over my shoulders, the cold fabric brushing against my bare chest. I strode down the dimly lit hallway until I reached her room. No pleasantries. I pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Yelena sat on the bed, her robe loosely parted, giving a full view of her luscious body. Her breasts were swollen, nipples dark, taut, practically begging for attention. Lower, her pussy lips were engorged, red and raw, glistening with arousal, a stream of her slick pooling beneath her, soaking into the sheets.
Without hesitation, I walked over, sitting at the edge of the bed, watching as she lunged at the mont I sat. Her body trembled with need, rubbing her drenched slit against my thigh like a desperate animal in heat. The heat of her pussy pressed into , leaving a slick trail on my skin.
"Enough," I growled, grabbing her shoulders and shoving her back. She froze, eyes wide with desperation. I gripped her chin, forcing her to look up at . Her eyes were red, teary, her lips trembling as if on the verge of breaking.
"How fucking impatient," I muttered, enjoying the tremor that ran through her body. With a swift motion, I slapped her hard across the face, sending her sprawling onto the bed. The sound of my palm cracking against her skin echoed in the room. She whimpered, her lip quivering, but she didn't dare resist.
"First, tell about the task I gave you," I said coldly. "And maybe—if you've done well—you'll be rewarded."
Yelena scrambled to sit up, her movents frantic, eyes searching for approval. "I... I found out so information about Lucian," she began, voice shaky. "He's the younger brother of Gunnar Blackwood, one of the elders on the council."
I scoffed, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her close. "Everyone knows that. You'll have to do better than common knowledge if you want to earn a reward."
Her breath hitched, but she hurriedly continued, desperate to please. "Lucian's relationship with his brother... it's strained. Very strained. That's why he's here at the academy. His powers don't match the Blackwood family's ideals. They're known for brute strength and close combat, but Lucian's abilities are different. Long-ranged. They see him as an outsider."
I allowed her to inch closer, her ass perched on my thigh as I ran my hand along her body. My fingers found her swollen nipples, tugging harshly at one while I squeezed her other breast in my grip, feeling her soft flesh bend beneath my hand. She moaned softly, her hips rocking unconsciously against , but I wasn't finished.
"Go on," I urged, my voice a low growl as I pinched her nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp from her.
Her voice wavered, but she pressed on. "Lucian... he's been in conflict with his brother even more lately. Apparently, he was denied sothing he asked for... sothing important."
"What was it?" I asked, trailing my fingers down her body until I reached her slick, red, swollen and throbbing pussy. My finger slipped inside her easily, her hot wet folds clamping down on greedily. I pumped slowly, deliberately, watching her body shudder against mine.
I pulled my finger out slowly, watching her hips instinctively follow, desperate for more. But I stopped her by roughly pressing down on her breasts. "Now, now, don't be greedy." My voice was soft, mocking, as I watched her try to regain control of her breathing
"It... it had sothing to do with a girl," she managed to say, her hips trying to move in sync with my teasing fingers, but held still by .
"Mmm... good girl," I whispered, withdrawing my fingers and holding them up to her mouth. "Suck."
She eagerly wrapped her lips around my fingers, her tongue swirling over them as she tasted herself, moaning at the sensation. I chuckled darkly, grabbing her by the hair and throwing her off my lap. I stood, letting my robe drop to the floor, revealing my thick, veiny cock—glistening with precum at the tip, the veins bulging and covering the six inch length simring with silver, watching her eyes widen in lustful anticipation.
"co get your reward" I ordered, and she scrambled to obey, crawling toward like a starved animal. She wrapped her hands around my cock, barely able to encompass its girth, before plunging her mouth over it, taking down to the base with a gurgling moan. I groaned, gripping her hair tightly as I thrust into her throat, feeling the tight, wet heat constrict around as she struggled to take it all.
I didn't let her co up for air. Instead, I pushed her down further, forcing her to gag, her throat convulsing as her eyes welled with tears. She gasped, her small tits bouncing with each rough thrust as I fucked her mouth with no rcy. Her hands reached between her legs, frantically rubbing her own soaked pussy, chasing her own orgasm while I used her.
There was nothing more intoxicating than seeing soone like her—once so full of pride, now reduced to this—worshipping like a god. Her tear-filled eyes, her gagging mouth, her reverent expression, the way her body trembled in ecstasy, all of it drove wild.
I felt myself getting close, my balls tightening as I held her head down, not giving her a chance to breathe. Her body shook violently, and just as she began to squirt, a fountain of her juices soaking the bed, I ca hard down her throat, filling her mouth with thick ropes of cum. She tried desperately to swallow, her eyes rolling back as she struggled to take it all in, so of it spilling from the corners of her mouth as she choked.
The sight of her—broken, humiliated, covered in her own juices—was perfect.
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