Linhart left Men’s Studies feeling like his luck had abandoned him. Or could it be that the Gods were out to get him? What other explanation could there be for a famous piece of art, FEATURING HIS IMAGE, making its way into the Men’s Studies class? Could it be that the exact piece of art, Female Gaze, had been made with him in mind?
Even worse, Magister Vale, who idolized the artist Felgion or whatever his name was… had come to the same conclusions and started to ask questions that were dangerously close to exposing his Mnemon time-traveling abilities.
Prophetic! That was what Vale had called the sculpture, holding Linhart’s head between his hands, Vale was blathering like a madman, looking deep into Linhart’s big brown eyes for some hidden meaning.
It was when the Magister insisted on taking Linhart personally to meet the Oracle, that Linhart had fled out of the hall and down the River Path into the deep trees.
He had a creeping suspicion that meeting the Oracle was NOT in his best interest.
It was at that time that he ran into Vivian, who was giving Haldin the Mage a hard time.
Vivian! That bitch was the one who had brought all this trouble down upon him. If she hadn't pointed out the similarity of the faces, then Vale would never have given him a hard time. He didn't hesitate to rush in. He was going to make her pay for it!
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“That’s right, you must keep your cervix hot and wet, and ready for intercourse whenever you see me.” Linhart ordered her. He was already pushing his dick up against her runny slit. She was so slippery and tight that his dick kept sliding over her pussy instead of going inside of her.
“Of course, haaahh… I’m always hot and wet down there, you idiot!” was Vivian’s reply. She had her hand between her legs and was massaging her outer lips. The movement of her fingers was making sloppy, wet sounds.
Linhart looked around, and realized that Haldin the Mage had left without a word. Probably as soon as Linhart had whipped his dick out.
He wasn’t surprised, most mages were as prudish as Healers, though female mages swayed about with their tits and butt showing all over the Academy.
Anyway, they were all cold as ice. But Vivian was now the exception.
Her body was as hot and sweaty as a Fighter girl after just the first few orders she’d been given. She stood in front of him now, bent over and spreading her ass for him as though inviting him to enter.
“Your pussy SHOULD be open and ready for my dick whenever you see me, understand?”
“I understand, I’m ready now, Fighter boy.”
She purred with anticipation as his cock grazed her outer lips. But her movements were too sudden, and his cock slid away once again, refusing to enter.
“Aaaugh, put it in already, you stupid boy!”
Linhart replied by slapping her ass, but that only seemed to encourage her rude behavior. She had such a foul mouth.
“Why don’t you do your part. Lift your hips up to my level and bend further.”
Already bent over in a submissive pose, she arched her back and straightened her knees until her full bottom was perfectly positioned. Her hands flailed out, gripping a tree to stop herself from falling over.
His dick, wet with her juices, caught in her tight folds and slid in easily into her tunnel this time.
“Aaahh… You’re such a snug fit,” he crooned, then grabbed her hips for better leverage and slid deeper still.
“Uh… you’re too big… stretching me down there…”
This necklace was amazing! This girl was perfectly responsive, nothing like the monster he’d formed a burning hatred for. The way her body was shaking with confusion, the small pleas that were escaping her.
“You think that feels good, Vivian? From now on, you MUST cum every time my dick pushes deep inside of you.”
“No… I don’t understand… Ughh… ” Her voice turned into a low wail, as his next thrust caught her off guard. She was definitely orgasming, and she squirted, flooding his dick as he pulled out again slowly, and then began pushing once more into her.
Linhart continued plowing into her as she climaxed again and again, gasping and clutching the tree like she was about to pass out. His own pleasure rose to a crescendo, thanks to the feel of her tushy vibrating in his hand and her pussy squeezed tightly around him. This worked out so well, considering he had collared her without a plan!
He knew from watching Celes with Maeve, that there were no commands so extreme that she wouldn’t obey. But what was his end-game for Vivian? What did he want out of her?
“Vivian, listen to me,” he barked at her. Grabbing her arms, he held tight and pulled her body backwards, until she was being forced up against him. His huge erection was still slamming into her, causing her to quiver in an unending chain of orgasms. Her eyes were out of focus, but he trusted that she could still understand orders.
“You MUST invite me to your room in the Spire. I will visit you there tonight, so you can teach me how to cast PHANTASM.”
He could feel the urge to cum rising in his loins, but he held back, savoring the feeling of control. Her arms firmly in his grip, she was shaking like a ragdoll.
“Fuuuuck… Uunngh… I-I inviiiite you…” she managed to say, though she was slurring her words.
“Auuugh!” Linhart felt the surge flowing up his dick. His mind went blank with pleasure as he shoved his raw dick all the way in. An extra-thick load of jism came shooting out, directly into her uterus.
“Ooouun… You feel amazing, you little bitch.” Linhart said, jabbing into her a couple more times before pulling out.
At last, after cumming countless times, Vivian sank to the ground. A stream of her own juices and his seed trickled out of her. Her eyes were glazed over, as she fell face-first, naked, to the ground.
Linhart sighed in satisfaction, and then slapped her ass hard, once more, to get her attention.
“One more thing. If you ever talk to anyone about me, or tell anyone my name again, you will bite your own tongue until you cannot speak, and that’s an ORDER!”
“I understand…” she gasped. Linhart couldn’t see her expression, but her voice contained a madness now that wasn’t there before. Did he go too far and break her? He felt a strange outpouring of pity for this terror, but then thought better of it. She wasn’t dead, and she had learned her lesson, right?
Tossing her the dress she’d discarded, he pulled up his pants and left her there on the path.
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Venus had the Official Armor of the Centurion on today, and she looked stunning.
The students had all been told to change into their exercise clothes for this challenge, but even with so many sparsely clad girls, Venus stood out like a mature woman among young girls.
Linhart found it hard to focus on her commands, with her body looking so shiny and glorious, like the Goddess of War Fury, the bronze plating wrapped around her curves like a second skin. He marveled at how her huge tits were somehow contained by the ornately hammered breastplate, but still her thighs and belly shone bare, glistening in the sun.
Before he knew it, Linhart was lost in a daydream, where he was taming and screwing this alpha female.
Listening to her deep, sultry voice, Linhart realized he was missing important information.
“...halfway through our training period. With the Squad Battles only five days away, it’s time to decide which squad members are best suited for heavy armor,” she announced, “Only four members of each squad are able to try out. Squad Leaders, choose your Heavy Armor candidates.”
Linhart felt the eyes of his squad weighing on him. Altheia, Saya, Ayame, Chloe, Zoey, and Drussus. All of them seemed eager to become the squad’s tank. Nyx was the only one who stepped back, shaking her head.
“Heavy Armor slows you down too much. I want no part in it. Let the weak hide in their turtle’s shell.”
Drusses, speaking up for once, butted in and said, “Linhart, I’ve been nothing but a burden on the squad so far. But I’m sure I’d make a great tank. Let me try out… please!”
As the Leader, Linhart felt the pressure of his decision, and knew that his choices could affect their future military assignments. But, unfortunately for the twins, he already had a plan in motion.
“Drussus, I’ll trust your strong body to perform well in the heavy armor.” Some of the girls giggled at the mention of Drussus’ body, but no one protested. “And Altheia, your heavy-handed fighting style would benefit from you wearing heavy armor and carrying heavy weapons…”
“Thank you, Boss.” Altheia replied, her voice cracked a bit. “I won’t disappoint you like I did yesterday, with the Senior Fighters.”
“Don’t worry about it, Altheia. ANd that leaves you four…” he said, turning to the two petite twins, Saya, and Ayame. Ayame was small as well, but she was still a head taller than Chloe and Zoey.
“Saya and Ayame, try the Heavy Armor out. Even if it’s not for you, you’ll have some chances to raise your Fighting score today, if Venus makes you duel the other squads… Chloe and Zoey, I’d like you to stay behind. Come with me to the Squad room, I have something to discuss with you.”
“But why don’t… Oow!” Zoey started to complain, but was cut off short, when Chloe punched her in her boob.
“What Zoey means is that we are looking forward to it,” Chloe said happily. Her high-pitch sounded a little too excited. Linhart saw a look had come over her face. The same look he saw her giving him earlier that morning, as she watched him from across the theater.
She looked like a hungry spider, waiting for him to stumble into her web.
“Come on, Zoey,” she directed her sister, “Let’s get him into the Squad room for that discussion.”
As if by some twin communication, both girls nodded at once. Then they each grabbed one of his arms and simutaneously started to pull him towards the backroom. Linhart sputtered a word of protest, but quickly accepted his fate. He called encouragement over his shoulder to the other members, as the two girls whisked him away into the privacy of the Squad room.
The heavy wooden door sealed behind them, but not before Nyx, the dark-haired shadow of a girl, slipped through, unnoticed.
