Free Web Novel“As a freshman, it is my job to serve my seniors.”
Linhart said it without thinking. Well, his brain was still working, but his thoughts were clouded by the sight of Maeve's round breasts with their pretty pink nipples. He remembered fondly slapping her boobs as she sighed and moaned in a semi-conscious state. He would say or do anything to be able to caress those pale, freckled melons again.
The senior girls all looked uncertain, but Maeve smiled smugly saying, “If he can do the job, then it’s no problem.” Then she wiggled closer to Linhart, pressing up against his erection, and she said, “I have a lot of tension stored up, so use all your strength.”
The seniors returned to their conversation, and Linhart slipped his hands underneath her arms, where he could feel the warmth and sweat of her body leaking out onto his hands. Just the sight of her naked chest was making him lose control. The girls around him were watching off-handedly, and he began the difficult task of pretending it was a perfectly normal task to massage these delicious boobs.
Maeve made the job even harder. While he was moving his hands over the delicate parts of her torso, she leaned back against him, in a show of relaxation, and tilted her head back until she could see his face and then she fixed him with an unreadable gaze. Her green eyes unblinking.
“Start with my pectorals, freshman,” she directed him.
From this angle, Linhart could see Maeve’s strong pectoral muscles were standing out, but his focus was naturally drawn away, towards her firm breasts, which jiggled and bounced as she craned her neck to better keep an eye on him. This casual, non-sensual atmosphere was driving him crazy, but he took a deep breath and dove in. He started by squeezing the muscles just below her arm pits, applying pressure while slowly moving out to her collar-bone. Her armpits were damp, and he got a whiff of a pleasing aroma coming from down there. While he worked, she relaxed her shoulders and let her arms drop down by her sides.
She caught him even more off-guard when her arms slid behind her back to where his dick was pressed against her. Her eyes were still watching him. And Linhart gasped as she rubbed her fingers over the bulge in his pants. He was losing control. By now he was running his hands underneath her boobs, and then lifting each one in turn until the nipple was pointing upwards. Left then right, again and again. Then his fingers worked their way to the tips of her mammaries and he pulled slowly on her nipples. She blinked slowly, and started purring like a kitten as her fingers closed around his bulge.
“What do we do about these two freshies, now?” one of the seniors asked the table. It seemed the mood around the table had changed since Maeve took her shirt off. “Xenia wants him back in recovery right away. Though, he looks fully healed to me.”
“Fighters don’t question orders…” Altheia spoke stolidly, then added, “It’s Midday Meal. We will have to follow orders when we are back on duty.”
Linhart’s heart quickened. If this table of girls wanted to bring him back to Xenia, there would be nothing he could do to stop them. Nervously, he considered his options. Maeve's hands were moving his erection up and down her back now, and he was enjoying the feel of her fingers flexing around him.
“Well, then how about this other freshman?” another senior asked, gesturing to Zoey who was doing her best to keep the flies at bay. She froze as the table’s attention turned to her.
“What about her?” another answered, “She’s got to be fitted with a bracer right after Midday Meal. She probably missed the ceremony because she doesn’t meet the requirements.”
“That’s what you get, girlie,” said Ami callously. She was still sullenly watching what was happening across the table from her. Linhart saw that one of her hands was up her own shirt. He suspected she was giving herself a breast massage that matched his own actions.
Linhart knew he had to speak up. He could see his chances of bonding Zoey dwindling right before his eyes. So he blurted out his most important piece of information.
“I have her ID bracer!”
Everyone looked surprised at his outburst, but no one more so than Maeve. Her eyes sparkled, and her lips pursed in dissatisfaction.
“Hey, you’re supposed to be serving,” she said breathlessly, and she gave his dick a rough squeeze. “Don’t talk and get to it.”
“What do you mean, you have an ID bracer, freshman?” another senior asked.
Linhart looked down at Maeve, not wanting to say anything further while she had his manhood in her grip. This redhead was strict! He looked at the other senior that was waiting for a response. Then before replying, he did the only thing available to him and committed to a full out massage attack on her tits.
His fingers lifted her weighty boobs, quickly this time, and pressed them together as if he were kneading dough. Grasping and releasing, he kneaded the firm shape with all the strength in his fingers, and watched as her eyes took on a look of pain and rapture. Her mouth opened to say something, but the words came out as a groan.
“I’m sorry, seniors, for talking out of turn, but I have an ID bracer right here, and I was told to give it to that freshman.” he said, gesturing with a nod at Zoey. She had stopped her swatting and was smiling happily at him.
“Oh, Linhart,” she sang, “Thank you!”
“Wait, wait…” the first senior interrupted, looking suspiciously at them both, “Where did you get an ID bracer?”
Linhart was trying to maintain a neutral face, as his hands were having a field day on Maeve’s tits. He shifted his attention to her perfect rosebud nipples, and started flicking their sensitive tips with the ends of his forefingers. Maeve had released his dick by this point, her hands now gripping the table, and she was trying her best to hold back moans of pleasure.
“I was given it by… the Stratega.” he replied quickly, proud of himself over that slight misdirection. He hadn’t said which Stratega had given it to him.
But that raised only more questions among the seniors, and they all started clamoring for answers. Altheia spoke up over the noise, “I think you’ve served Maeve enough by now. Why don’t you sit down, show us this bracer, and tell us the story of why you’ve been given it.”
Linhart released his tight grip on Maeve’s tits. He inspected the redness that his hands left all around her cream-colored titties. Her eyes were still locked on his, though they had a cloudy, erotic edge to them now. He pressed her body forward, so he was no longer supporting her weight, then, on a whim, he gave her a quick peck on her ruby red lips.
A cacophony of 'ahhhs' erupted around the table. Everyone went crazy over that little kiss!
“What was that for?” demanded Ami, her eyes tearing into him.
Linhart grinned apologetically and said, “I’m sorry... I thought that was part of the service for my seniors.”
“Idiot boy,” said another senior with a serious tone, “You don’t kiss a senior unless you like them, or if you’re matched with them at Year End, or… just don’t do it!”
Linhart was surprised by the prissiness of this powerful group of girls. Had none of them kissed a boy in all their years of Fighting? Looking around the table once again, he started to wonder if there was a deeper reason these girls hated on the freshmen boys, other than because they didn't introduce themselves. Plus, there were no Fighter boys in the senior year. What had happened to all of them?
He apologized once more, then the girls on the bench insisted that he sit down and eat some lamb before telling his story. Maeve was looking horny as hell, but Ami was right there suddenly, grabbing him from behind. She had circled the end of the table, and now, as she held him tight enough to squeeze the air out of him, she pulled him back to her side to be seated. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
“Come on, freshman,” she cheered, “The bench is more comfortable over here.”
Once Ami had him firmly in the seat she had occupied, she sidled in sideways next to him, sitting with her legs spread almost around him. Her cute little tits were poking him, and her lovely thighs were hot against his own. Her little body was so tight and supple.
Someone pushed a plate into his hands, and Linhart was obliged to thank everyone as they passed him meat and bread, vegetables and water. Every senior seemed to want to help in the matter. Ami took it upon herself to scoop food off the plate and into his mouth, which seemed absurd to Linhart, but he did enjoy the way her fingers slipped into his mouth with each bite. He made sure to suck them clean more than once. He began to weave a story, and the seniors listened in rapt attention. By this time, Linhart had stopped using honorifics, but they were so enthralled by his tale that no one even noticed.
He only told the truth, but he was vague in many aspects, and he left several important points out. He recounted the fight he'd had in the Pit, then told about the time that he spent in recovery, and how he had been freed for a single day. He did not mention the exact way he escaped or his visit to the Nexus of Binding. Then he glazed over the details and added that he had to return to ‘the Stratega’ in the morning. He admitted that he had a special bond with her, and that before he returned, he was told to give Zoey this ID bracer. No one knew about Octavia, and no one questioned who the Stratega of this story was.
At that point he produced the shiny rolled-up bracer from his bag and the seniors became convinced that he was telling the whole truth.
“That’s a strange looking bracer,” one commented examining the circuitry on its inside.
“It’s the same as the one Stratega Xenia gave me,” he replied, adding her name this time.
“Well, Midday Meal is almost over. If you’re going to give it to her, you may as well do it now,” Altheia said in resignation, as though the task was beyond her pay grade. She was going to make a good soldier someday.
Linhart looked around, and found that Zoey was standing right behind him, still holding the horsehair switch, she had a radiant smile on her face. Linhart smiled back at her then, throwing one leg over the bench, he turned so he could better reach her arm. He realized a moment too late that that turn had placed him face to face with Ami.
Her jet-black hair tickled his nose and his knuckles bumped against her flat stomach. Looking up at her doll-like face, the expression she gave him was unreadable. Her eyes were fields of white with inky irises, like pools of darkness that would consume him. When he looked down, her loose tank top was angled so he had a clear view of her perky little tits. He recalled fondly pulling on those cute little nipples of hers.
"Ami," Linhart said awkwardly, "I'm sorry, but I've got to do this."
"I understand, Linhart," she spoke in a calm voice now, "It's your orders..."
He had Zoey’s dainty hand in his grasp now, but Ami's eyes still burnt into him and she leaned forward pushing her tits against his hands. His hands started to shake.
“You know…” Ami spoke so low, so that only he could hear her, “She’s a dildo-addicted freak. And she diddles herself in the shower every night. Just remember that.”
Linhart paused, and nodded understandingly. “Thanks, Senior Ami, I’ll be careful.”
It took less than a minute. Linhart pressed the trigger and felt the feelings and needs of Zoey flow into him. His fortitude was growing, and he no longer passed out from bonding with girls. Zoey had slumped lifelessly forward into his arms, which the seniors agreed was a natural reaction for a Fighter receiving her ID bracer.
It wasn’t until the seniors checked her score that everyone celebrated. Zoey was Fighter: Level 2. Everyone at the table congratulated her and patted her on the head, even though she was still passed out. The feeling of camaraderie was thick at the table, and Linhart felt like he was part of a caring group. A family.
It was during the celebration that they heard in the distance, the bell at Healer’s Tower ringing once. It was 1pm.
All around Fighter’s Green, students stopped what they were doing and left for class. Most of the students who needed to change clothes had already left earlier, and now it was time for everyone to leave. There was no need for cleanup, no time to transition. The bell sounding meant it was time for 1pm courses to start and so students were immediately rushing off.
“Y’know,” Maeve declared as she pulled her tank top back on, over her head, “Since the Stratega is not expecting you until tomorrow, you’ll need a place to stay tonight.” She leaned across the table as she rose, her beautiful face added sensual meaning to her message, “You can stay with me if you need, I’m in Room 305 and I’ll…”
“He’s already got a safe place to stay,” Ami interrupted, pulling his face back to look at her, “Remember, Room 413…” ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
“Both of you, stop,” Altheia’s voice cut in. “Go back to your own room tonight, freshman. And I hope you come join us for a Midday Meal again, after you’ve recovered fully.”
Linhart bowed deeply and thanked the seniors as they were leaving. The seniors drifted away in good spirits, until there was only Linhart, Zoey, and Maeve, who had lingered as if she had something else to say. Zoey was recovering on the bench now, her eyes were open now, and she was muttering to herself. The bigger girl came up to them. There was fire in her green eyes.
“I know it is not proper for a senior to form relationships with students two years younger than her,” she began but then she ordered strictly, “Bow, when your senior is talking to you!”
Linhart bowed once again, his hair brushing against her large bosom. She was silent for a moment, but then Linhart felt her strong fingers sliding across his exposed chest. There was impatience in that touch, and a complete abandon for what is correct between senior and freshman. Her fingers stopped on his nipples, which she caressed and pinched.
“I’ll be your mentor next year. I don’t care what it takes.” she spoke firmly, “So you treat me better than all the other seniors, okay? Remember who your future Mentor is…”
With that, she pulled her hand out from his shirt and walked away. Linhart continued bowing for another minute after she’d gone.
“Linhart, my king,” Zoey whispered, getting to her feet and falling into his arms. “Are those your feelings in my head? They’re so confused and so horny…”
