Iris’ body was on top of his, pushing down on him as he fell over backwards. Linhart’s lungs burned as he breathed in some of the hot, sweet-smelling lavender bathwater. Attacking without warning? This girl was fighting dirty, so he wouldn’t hold back!
She was already grabbing at him, fumbling in the water, like she didn't know how to grapple. Despite her huge Fighting skill gains, she had no training to back it up. He grabbed her arm tightly and jerked it downward while, at the same time, he twisted his body up on top of hers. She let out a squeak of surprise as her head went beneath the surface and his came up, sputtering for air.
On top of her now, he maintained control by pressing down on her well-formed chest that was poking above the surface, as she struggled to come up for breath. She worked her way up into a sitting position on the floor of the bath, and her head cleared the surface. Linhart allowed her a moment to draw a deep ragged gulp of air, before seizing her by the shoulders and forcing her backwards down into the water. This time he held tight and kept her under for a long-count of ten, while she flailed about, frantically trying to get free.
“Linhart, she can’t breathe…” Thalia’s hands were reaching out to him, but he shook her off.
“She was the one who tried to drown me,” he admonished the worried sister. “Don’t worry, she’s going to be fine, I’m just going to tire her out a bit.”
He said that, but after a couple more dunks, most of the fight had gone out of Iris, and Linhart started to wonder if drinking so much of the bathwater would make her throw up. He pulled her up into a kneeling position now, and paused as she coughed up mouthfuls of floral water. Her eyes were closed and she was grasping weakly onto his arms, so he slapped her big buoyant tits from side to side a few times, sending waves across the pool, and through her fleshy chest.
“Hey Iris, you weren’t able to beat me in a fight, but I’m still willing to give you my seed if you can show a little Fighter stamina. What do you say?”
Iris’ big gray eyes looked up at him and she nodded up and down, still coughing and spitting up water. She was being too submissive now, and Linhart knew this kind of fight wouldn’t score him any points. He slapped her face once or twice to get her energy up again, but didn’t feel good about that. He didn’t want to leave marks on those round, innocent cheeks of hers.
“Okay, let’s see how good you are at sucking cock while you hold your breath. You’ve got to get free of me when you want to get some air, understand?”
He didn’t wait for her response. Snatching her short, auburn hair in both his hands, he pulled her head down under the water to his waiting dick. She fought against him for a moment, before he felt her mouth envelope his manhood. He didn’t know if this was raising his score, but the feel of her tongue and throat opening desperately gave him a rush of pleasure and control that met his deeper need for power. His body was already hot from the bath and the workout, but this sexy little girl blowing him under the water was raising his temperature to unsafe levels. He was going to blow his load quickly, at this rate.
The two other girls were looking on in interest. Thalia was watching her sister's submerged form with a look of concern, and Zoey looked excited. Seeing the girl crouched by the water, full of energy and ready to serve, he decided that he could use some tools to help in the fight.
“Zoey, go and get a pair of mana clips from the laboratory and bring them back here,” he ordered her, “And if you find anything that I can use to beat her with, bring that too.”
Zoey grinned and bowed. She and he shared a bond, and right now they both wanted to punish this girl to improve his Fighting score. To Zoey, it didn’t seem fair that Linhart’s score was so low while these soft, useless girls became better fighters while draining him of his semen. She would help to even the odds in any way she could.
Not long into the blowjob, Iris started to push down on his legs, trying to get free, and he could feel her throat constricting around his member. Holding her head tightly in his hands, he poked the head of his dick in and out of her throat, drawing pleasure from her ineffective resistance. He was the superior Fighter. That feeling arose, as Iris was fighting for her life, her hands wrenching at his grasp on her head. Linhart’s body pulsed with a feeling of complete control over her life and her body. He didn’t hold back as his dick swelled and spurted out a thick load of semen deep down her throat. The girl was still twitching, though he could tell she was losing consciousness from lack of air. Rising up, he pulled her head out of the water, his length slid out of her mouth as the last of his cum came gushing out.
Turning to Thalia, he gestured for her to clean him up. It was no longer a question whether the Binder girls wanted to drink his semen. They would gulp it down no matter the circumstance, and it pleased him to see the way the level-headed older sister sprang to take his dick in her mouth. He was going to enjoy training with these two until Octavia returned.
* * * * * * * * *
It was well past Midday Meal.
Linhart was fighting Thalia on the hard stone floor of the laboratory, while Iris recovered on one of the metal beds and Zoey looked on barking excitedly.
After Iris nearly drowned in the baths, he found he’d scored more than 100 Fighting, bringing him back up to Fighter: Level 2. That was exactly the motivation that he needed. Next, he had tried fighting Thalia in the bedroom, but the soft floor and charming candlelight had quickly changed the struggle into an aggressive round of sex that earned him no score, since Thalia enjoyed so immensely. It was fun, but Fighting points was his priority now, and so they’d moved here.
Now, Thalia was squirming facedown on the floor. Linhart was seated on her plush buttocks, while he pulled her arms back hard enough to raise her entire torso off the ground. Her face was a mess of tears and sweat, and she was crying and begging for relief.
Her toga hung loosely around her waist, leaving her soft, round breasts bared. Linhart had clamped a mana clip onto each of her nipples. He’d never used these small metal devices before, but he found the spring loaded serrated teeth highly effective for what he wanted to accomplish. Not only did they serve to drain mana through her tender nipples, but he'd been quickly draining her Fighting skill and Magic skill as well. As she wept away her score, he felt a bit bad for her. He told himself that this was the lesser of the two pains he could've inflicted on her. Zoey had also brought him a flame rod, whose purpose it was to sear marks into the flesh. He hadn't asked, but he was certain Thalia preferred some mild nipple torture to that.
Linhart had never enjoyed the sound of a girl weeping, so he flipped her over on her back and shushed her gently. Still pulling and stretching out both her nipples, he stuck his dick between her luscious red lips, and praised her as she started to slurp it down. That was when he felt his master entered the laboratory through her personal hallway.
Octavia was dressed in her purple toga and looked just as regal and composed as ever. It was only through his bond with her that Linhart could tell she was upset.
“Master, is something wrong?” he asked, his focus shifted entirely to her, even as Thalia vigorously licked the underside of his member. “Did I do something to upset you?”
“No, Linhart,” she said with distress in her voice, “You could never upset me, you sweet boy.” She watched him play with the clips on Thalia’s nipples, tugging on them until Thalia was grunting in pain. “I see Thalia’s helping you improve your Fighting skill…”
“Yes, both her and Iris helped me all through the morning. Last time I checked, I was already back up to Fighting: 500. What’s bothering you, master?”
“Humph… the truth is, I received a message from Xenia early this morning, and just got back from visiting her at the Circled Square,” she stated conversationally, “You’ve met her pet Quan, haven’t you?”
“Yes, I fought against him in the Queen of the Ring last week.”
Octavia paused before continuing on. It seemed she felt reluctant to share something with him. “I’m afraid I have to put an end to your Fighter training Linhart. At least, I can’t let the girls help you improve your score any further. Of course, you can finish what you're doing now, but after that I'll be switching you to a regiment of Binding skill building. It’s become just too dangerous for you to increase your Fighting skill any further.”
Linhart didn’t feel bad about that, after all if Octavia didn’t want to help train him, there must be a good reason for it… but what she said did spark his curiosity. “Dangerous? Has something bad happened?”
“Yes, that Fighter boy, Quan, was kidnapped from his dorm room in the middle of the night two nights ago. Xenia suspects it was because he had achieved a Fighting score greater than half the senior Fighters in the Academy. She has launched an all-out search for him, but without any results so far.”
“This is terrible.” Linhart felt bad. He didn’t know Quan very well, but as a fellow Fighter boy, he could easily imagine what kind of hell he was going through right now. “It sounds like a repeat of what happened to Taylor a few weeks ago.”
“Yes, and that’s not all…” Octavia knelt down behind Linhart now and wrapped her arms around his chest, her fingers feeling their way under his toga. That was just the stimulation that he needed right then. He turned his head and found her mouth there waiting for him, greeting him with her first passionate kiss of the day. He started pumping deeper down into Thalia’s throat, and was only faintly aware that he was still pulling on her clipped nipples.
He gasped and bucked his hips as his dick spurted hot jism and Thalia began wretching and coughing as the load was too much for her to swallow at once. Her face was twisted in pain, and Linhart didn’t realize until later that the mana clips had drained her magical energy to critically low levels. He pulled out, leaving her fucked up, semi-conscious on the floor, as he and Octavia continued to make out.
“There's more, Linhart...” Octavia whispered, “Another Fighter boy… this one wasn’t kidnapped, he was killed.”
Linhart was shocked. It was rare to hear of a Fighter getting killed at the Academy. Strikers killed each other on a regular basis and mages often burnt out on 'mana strain' or 'mana drain,' but Fighters… generally the Healers kept them alive and whole.
“So, you think that the same thing is going to happen to me?”
“Yes, my darling little bird, and I couldn’t stand the thought of you being targeted. Especially if those nasty senior Fighters ever found out about your magic semen… Don't worry, I won’t keep you captive like Xenia tried to do, but I also won’t make you a target like Quan or… that other boy. Do you understand?”
“Yes, master, I understand you are trying to protect me, and I love you for it. If leveling up my Binding skill is the only way you can help me at this time, then please help me be a better Binder.”
And with that decided, Linhart spent the remainder of his days as a slave becoming a skilled magic-user.
