“Good luck in the Squad Challenge!” The Squad Leader called over his shoulder.
He was like a bright shining star in the midst of this squad of perverted girls. Nyx pushed down the urge to stare. She was better than these others, she loved him for his kindness and cuteness, not his body.
However, as the two little hellions led the Squad Leader into the infirmary, she couldn’t resist keeping near by his side. Nyx stepped lightly, avoided casting any shadows that may draw attention, and slipped through the entryway just before the heavy door slammed noisily into place.
This room was lined with thick walls and privacy windows high above, which flooded the beds with natural light, while completely closing off the outside world. Her eyes took in every possible hiding place in the room, ensuring that they were alone in here, just the four of them.
Already, the girls had the Squad Leader down on a bed and were violently pulling his clothes off. Still, she wasn’t accustomed to the way these Fighters treated the boys. He looked like a gazelle, in the grips of two lionesses, flailing about with no hope of survival.
The loud girl was gloating, as she pulled his underwear off down to his knees, but her words cut off as his meat jumped out and slapped her in the face. Nyx’s breath caught as well.
Never, as she was growing up, had she seen such a piece of man-meat. And as a Striker, she was forbidden from talking to or even looking at males. So, seeing that part of her cute little Leader, swaying in the air like a girthy willow tree in the wind, she couldn’t help but creep closer to get a better look.
She hid precariously behind the nearest bed, but despite her head remaining in constant line of sight with the Leader, she was still safely hidden from the yellow-haired girls. These amateurs were both too distracted.
The first had wasted no time in taking advantage of the Leader’s weakness. Her hand was caressing his jewels while her mouth went to work on his man-meat. A fine liquid was leaking from its tip, and she caught it all with glee on her tiny pink tongue.
She licked and sucked all up and down the veiny length of his shaft, and as she did, she spoke in a teasing, savoring tone. “You let those other girls rub their tits all over you in morning courses, but I’m the one who gets your dick at Mentor hour, got it?”
Squad Leader let out a moan in protest.
The other girl was watching his face closely. Her hands were rubbing restlessly over his chest, and her body moved as though she was longing to do more. Nyx felt the same way, she imagined what it felt like to touch his smooth pale skin.
Entranced by the erotic act in front of her eyes, Nyx had circled behind the girls and strayed even closer. Close enough that she could see every detail of the Leader’s lean, perfect body. It was a wonder the Fighters hadn’t detected her yet.
She felt an itchy longing that she seldom allowed her body to have. That place between her legs was burning up, and Nyx, for once giving in to her baser needs, moved her hand down into her shorts to stimulate her secret place even more.
Even then, with her hand working the pleasure center of her own body, Nyx didn’t let her guard down. Out of all the squad members, she felt that these two sisters were the most unpredictable. And their teamwork added another level of danger. The loud one called all the shots, but the other would follow orders without a moment’s hesitation.
If she had to kill them, she would likely slice the quiet one first.
Nyx felt a blissful jolt pass through her cervix, and she had to remind herself that she wouldn’t need to kill either of them. She no longer even carried a bleeding blade. It’d been two months since she’d freed herself of the Striker class, and she hadn’t killed anyone since. She would never kill again.
No, if she was caught now, she would fight them and let them live, just like any other Fighter would. She could look at the Fighter boys and even talk to them as well… but it was this boy who had chosen her to join his squad and, to her, he was the closest thing to an angel that this world has to offer.
The Leader was speaking in whisper tones now. His eyes had met with hers, but he didn’t let the yellow-haired Fighters know that she was there. He had pulled a length of leather from his bag and was fastening it to the first girl’s neck.
“I love you both so much. Chloe, this necklace is for you.”
Nyx was surprised by the mischievous smile the Leader’s mouth flashed when the clasp made a small ‘click.’ The girl grinned back, as her tongue flicked around the bulbous end of his meat.
“I knew it. You love me more than those other girls, more than Zoey even,” she said vivaciously, slurping away while his hips were shaking. “Say it. Say that you love me the most!”
But there was something strange about that necklace. It must have some magic in it, because when he spoke next, the girl reacted with a mildness that was unlike her.
“Chloe, stop what you’re doing and listen to me.” The girl sat up on the bed, a glob of saliva dripping down her chin. His thing was standing, glistening with her spit, but he showed no sign of covering his weakness. His own hand reached out and lazily stroked the length of it.
“I don’t want to break you, but there are a few rules that you have to follow, if we’re going to get along together, understand?”
“Yes, Linhart, I understand.”
You MUST not cut, slice, or stab me. In fact, you are not allowed to hurt me in any way… unless, y’know… I like it. Do you understand?”
Chloe grinned menacingly, but nodded in agreement. “Yes, I understand. That’s too bad, because I would love to hear you scream.”
The other girl wasn’t slow. She knew from that response that something was wrong with her sister. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling okay?”
“Zoey, don’t be slow. You should know that I was joking. I would never cut, slice, or stab my pretty little Linhart.”
That’s the other thing I want you to improve on,” Linhart said with a touch of annoyance, “It’s wrong the way you push your twin sister around. She is the sweetest, most giving girl I’ve ever met, and she deserves better from you.”
Chloe’s mouth twisted into a frown. “She is the sweetest, but I am the strongest.”
“I don’t care if you’re stronger than her, from now on you MUST let Zoey have her way, all the time. Do you understand?”
“No… What the hell is happening…?” The loud girl looked ill. She fell to the bed and heaved, though no food came out. “... I understand.”
“Do you?” Linhart persisted. “That means that you MUST serve Zoey her food before you take food for yourself. You MUST let Zoey speak if someone talks to both of you… and you MUST let Zoey have sex with me before you get a turn.”
“Arghh! I understand, Linhart! Zoey gets to go first. Now, lay down so I… so Zoey can fuck you already.”
She rolled off the bed and impatiently pulled the tank top off her sister. The other girl looked confused, but that didn’t stop her from jumping up as the Squad Leader called her forward, Nyx saw her smile broadly as she climbed on top of him.
“Hurry up,” the loud one urged, she was impatiently removing her own clothing as she and Nyx both watched the incredible sight of the Leader’s sausage pressing into her sister's secret place.
“Uuhhnn… It’s so big,” the girl gasped, but she steeled herself, placing her hands squarely on both his shoulders, and impaled herself even further. “Aah, hold on, give me a m-m-moment.”
Both of their faces were lost behind a curtain of yellow hair, and the Leader muttered something quietly to her. As her full, round butt slid up once more, the girl released a long breath of pleasure. Nyx looked down at where they’d been joined and let out a cry of surprise.
The flesh of his man-meat was painted with blood. The quiet girl’s blood! Was she bleeding with her moon-cycle just as the Strikers do?
But the sound she made was too loud, and suddenly both of these Fighter girls were glaring at her, aware and unhappy that she had been watching the whole time.
