“Listen up, freshmen. My name is Centurion Venus,” the gorgeous soldier was bellowing from on top of the podium. Her voice carried to all corners of the crowded square. The freshmen who looked upon her were immediately entranced with her, all eyes following her every move. Linhart admired her simple yet elegant fatigues that showed off her well-defined body. Her whole body showed signs of chafing, from regular use of Force Armor. The pattern seemed to match Heavy Armor. Linhart tried to envision how sexy she would look inside a set of heavy armor with just these light fatigues on. He found himself once again crushing on Venus, so badly!
She was taller than the other officers by a head, with bulging arms, washboard abs, and huge tits. Her face was still the same Venus he remembered from his childhood, except for the stolid, commanding expression. She spoke with authority.
“This will be your first Hour of Mentoring, and as such, you will meet your new Centurion and the members of your Century. These people will be your Fighting family here at the Academy. Together you will succeed, or together you will fail. That is up to you. Once your name is called, go to the Domus that is indicated.”
The announcement was met with a smattering of applause and an eager murmuring from the students. “We love you, Centurion Venus,” one girl shouted from the crowd. This would be the first time many of them could talk directly with an officer of the Eryndor Army.
Another Centurion stepped up beside Venus, a brawny middle-aged soldier with scars that were left unhealed. A veteran of the first rebellion, Linhart assumed. “My name is Centurion Corvus, and the following students will join my domus over here.” She gestured to one of the ten stone military buildings facing the square, then with a sharp look in her eyes, she read through a list, calling the students who would be in her Century. Fifty names in total.
As Linhart stood listening, he felt tension rising in his shoulders. He hoped to the gods that he wasn’t a member of this stone-faced old buzzard’s group. She wasn’t even remotely attractive.
Raxar’s hand slid into his own and he noticed that all the boys seemed just as nervous as he was. “Do you think we’ll all get put in the same domus?” Raxar asked, “Like a domus for all the boys?”
“I don’t think that’s how this works…” Linhart replied. A moment later Raxar’s name was called, and then Serapha’s name as well. Oh no!
“Ugh, now I really want to be in this hag’s century,” he whispered to Raxar.
“Thanks, Linhart! I hope so too,” Raxar said, his eyes filled with emotion, and he gripped Linhart’s hand until it hurt. Linhart endured his grip, and allowed Raxar to believe their Best Friend Oath was his number one priority, but what he really hoped was to be teamed up with Serapha.
Unfortunately, Centurion Corven completed her list and stepped down from the podium without calling his name. Linhart sighed, as he spotted Serapha picking her way out of the crowd and entering the stone building. He would not be in her group after all.
One by one the other Centurions stepped forward and called their list of names. Each list seemed longer than the previous, though they were all fifty names long. Linhart was hoping with all his heart to be in Venus’ group, but he also hoped to be grouped with the girls he knew. He was rewarded time and time again, not hearing his name.
Soon, he and Drussus were standing alone in the boy section. Venus was the only officer left standing on the podium, and the crowd had thinned down to what looked to be 50 freshmen. Venus spoke once again.
“If your name is not called then you have not been placed in a Domus and you have not been admitted to the Fighter class this year. If you hear your name, you are a member of Domus Venus. Please head to that building, where I will give you further orientation.”
Linhart listened to each name being read, wishing that the next was his. He noted several familiar girls… Saya and Ayame were both called, and the twins Chloe and Zoey were called as well. Linhart didn’t even care at this point, he was left with the feeling that he had somehow been kicked out of the Fighter class already. That his name would not be read and he would have to leave the Academy.
When Drussus’ name was called, he leaned over and gave Linhart a crushing bear hug. “Hooray, I'm with the hottest Centurion. I’ll see you inside!”
With those words, Drussus, who was built like a stonebreaker, dashed off with the grace of a dancer. Soon he was not only the last boy, but also the last freshman standing in the empty square. Centurion Venus leapt down from the podium with ease and approached him, frowning at her list. Up close, her skin shone like burnished bronze. She stopped close enough to him that he could smell her fragrant, sweaty body.
“Looks like you didn’t make the cut, freshman…” she said with an air of indifference. “Maybe you should have trained harder when you were young.”
Disappointment was flooding his heart. Linhart gulped it down and replied, “But, Venus… I mean, Centurion Venus, don’t you remember me? I’m Linhart Aetherion. I was best friends with Drystan.”
She didn’t say anything, and just looked at him with apathetic eyes.
“Come on, Centurion Venus… Please let me join your domus! I’m a really good Fighter now, I swear!”
Venus was still looking at him, as a blacksmith looked at a lump of iron. Linhart was just about to fall to his knees and beg when she cracked a smile and let out a barking laugh. Fast as a falcon, she had him in a headlock.
“Of course I remember my dear little Linny! Did you think I’d forget?” she teased him as though talking to a baby. “But you’ve grown up a bit, and now you’re trying to be a Fighter for real. Are you physically prepared for it?” She continued to hold him tight. Linhart’s head was pressed up against the side her breast so firmly, that he knew her bikini top was going to leave a mark on her cheek.
“Let me go, Venus! That was a terrible trick to play on me.”
“Ahhhh, you’re the same prissy boy you’ve always been, aren’t you? Didn’t you miss the Terrible Titty-Monster?” Venus scolded him, before changing her grip and hauling him in for a big hug. As her arms pinned his helplessly to his sides, and his feet left the ground, Linhart’s head was buried deep between her huge tits. Their firmness caressed both his cheeks, like heavenly pillows, his body relaxed and he accepted the embrace. He breathed deeply, inhaling the musky aroma of Venus’ tits. He could feel her heart pumping fast deep within her glorious chest. Venus was probably enjoying this closeness just as much as he was.
A minute passed before Linhart regained his senses and tried to kick free of her grasp. “So, I am in your domus then?” he demanded angrily.
“Yes, you and my cute little brother are the last two names on my list…” she replied, putting him back down. He enjoyed one last look down her ample cleavage before she straightened.
“Speaking of which," her voice took on an edge of steel, and her protective nature bubbled to the surface. "Where is Drystan?”
