Free Web NovelThe crowd applauded in admiration with scattered whoops of excitement as Giselle removed her shirt and skirt. Linhart stared at her huge melons, each as big as his head, and her ass that flexed like solid muscle covered in flesh, the fabric of her sexy green panties slid out of sight up between her buttcheeks. From his perspective, she might as well have been naked. She was a girl’s girl… the ultimate in feminine strength. Linhart wondered how he had ever forced himself on such a girl, how he had nailed her against the wall of the girls’ washroom, and she just accepted it. Was it all just a dream?
Giselle played the part of the strong girl, hollering to the crowd and stomping her feet like a barbarian. Her boobs bounced with her every movement. Linhart could see the freshmen boys; they were either openly staring or whispering to each other about this extraordinary girl.
Magister Quintus allowed her to rouse the crowd for a minute, but then raised his hand for silence. The students hushed, unsure of what to expect next.
“Here we have an example of a female in peak physical condition,” he announced, gesturing to Giselle. “She could outpunch any wizard, and stand up to many weapon attacks; maybe even blaster attacks. But let’s see what happens when she is subject to an energy attack…”
Quintus fires his modified blaster, hitting her right in her solarplexes. “Ugh!” Giselle let out a short grunt.
Though she had been prepared for the attack, still she doubled over clutching her well-defined stomach muscles. A growl of pain rolled out between her clenched teeth, but Giselle did not collapse. Instead she went down on one knee and looked up at the Magister as she fought the effects of the strain.
“You believe you have shown your superiority, but that was just one shot… the boy took two,” the Magister stated plainly.
Giselle pulled herself into a standing position once more, and grinned through her teeth. “Uughh… then shoot me again and you’ll see my full power,” she hissed at him, sounding sure of herself despite the shaking of her body.
“Very well.”
The second energy blast caught her in her left breast. Linhart couldn’t see the impact from where he was kneeling, but he saw her body whip around from the shock of it. Facing him now, she seemed to fall forward in slow motion. Like a falling tree, she didn’t even put her arms out to prevent injury. Her eyes were closed and her consciousness was gone by the time of impact. Lucky for her, he and Serapha were right there to break her fall. Linhart’s back hit the ground, pinned by the deadweight of Giselle the titty-monster.
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She wasn’t dead.
Her breath was coming in ragged gasps, her long limbs hung limp at her sides, and her core stomach muscles were twitching, throbbing non-stop. Giselle was suffering from severe mana strain. The Magister’s lack of concern was clear. Everyone had heard her challenge him and he was absolved of any responsibility if she died. That left it up to Linhart to help these two girls… and himself.
“Drystan, bring me my basket...” he rasped, as he motioned for Serapha and Giselle to be carried off the stage. The two were unceremoniously hauled to the front benches and propped up there to recover. They were both glistening with sweat and naked except for their green panties. It was a sexy sight that only he seemed to be enjoying. Healer boys who had been sitting nearby, scurried away to sit elsewhere.
Linhart, on the other hand, had four students all attending to him at once. He was lifted off his feet and carefully moved off the stage. He accepted their help with some complaints.
“Girls… I’m well enough, I can walk… Watch where you put your hands! It’s very sensitive down there.”
He felt like an unwilling patient at a medical examination. Many hands poked and pulled at his body, and someone touched him inappropriately. With the swarm of faces around him, it was hard to tell who it was rubbing his erection through his underwear. Thankfully, Drystan chased them all away and handed Linhart the basket full of devices. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
“Thank you, Stan. Please help me save the girls. Giselle has a dangerous amount of mana in her system, and Serapha is not doing well either.”
“Okay, I’m here to help. Just tell me what to do, Hart.”
Linhart pulled the bronze clips with their serrated teeth out and motioned for Drystan to hold Giselle’s body upright. “Just hold her until I can get these attached. These mana clips will drain the excess mana from her body, but she may fight back against the discomfort, so be careful.”
Drystan slid his arms under her armpits, saying, “Ugh, she’s all sticky. And what is that strange smell?”
“That’s the sweet smell of her body, Stan.” he replied, squeezing her left breast gently, “The strain must’ve caused her to make milk.” The center of her boob was energy burnt, and as he massaged around the nipple, a small stream of white liquid burst out. Linhart could not resist latching on and suckling from Giselle's teat.
“Gross, Linhart! Cut it out,” Drystan jeered, “Everyone can see you!”
Linhart’s actions were drawing a lot of attention with the nearby students. Girls were watching closely, some were rubbing their own boobs perhaps imagining that they were Giselle. Linhart released her, dribbling a bit of milk from the corner of his mouth, and clamped the clips down onto Giselle’s nipples.
The effect was instantaneous. Her plump lips parted, and she gasped as the mana began flowing out from her chest. A bit of blood welled up as the wicked clips tore in her nipples. It dribbled down her boobs and mixed with her milk. Giselle had an excellent pain tolerance though, and even unconscious, she endured the clamps.
Linhart was careful not to touch the clips and have Giselle’s mana flow into him… he was suffering from excess as well, he reminded himself.
Now, on to Serapha. Somehow, Giselle’s legs had wrapped around Linhart while he’d been busy. With effort, he untangled himself and moved on to his beloved white knight.
The small, thin brunette was still breathing hard with her eyes closed, as though she were in the midst of a nightmare. He lifted her limp body and slid behind her, so her body was cradled in his own. Her head tossed and lolled against his neck. He plucked at her nipples, massaging them with his fingers until they hardened and then he clipped both of them at once. Serapha tensed in his grasp as the bronze teeth closed painfully over her tender tits. The mana began to drain from her immediately, but the sensation must’ve been so distressing, her moans turned to sounds of anguish and he had to hold her tight to stop her from convulsing.
In a few minutes Anatomy 101 wrapped up, and though a few students hung around, curious to see the mana strain victims close up, most of the crowd emptied out of the theater. The Magister left the theater without saying a word. Linhart and Drystan were left holding Serapha and Giselle, as the clips slowly drained them of their excess mana.
“Linhart, this girl is getting hard to hold,” Drystan protested. He was holding tight to Giselle under her arms, but she was pushing back against him trying to get free now.
“Mine too, Sera is going to hit me at this rate. Hold on, I think I have a way to calm them down while the mana clips work their magic.”
Linhart began to cast a spell. His spell. The only spell he knew.
He began to cast ‘Honey Jar’ and as both his hands charged with the excess mana that was filling his inner chamber, he reached out one hand to Giselle and one to Serapha and he touched them. He worried for a moment about the effect of 'Honey Jar' on the girls, but this was the only release he had. Hopefully, it would not only calm the two girls down, but the spell would drain his own excess mana, as well.
Giselle reacted with a sharp intake of breath as his left hand gripped her right boob, sinking into her supple flesh. The ‘Honey Jar’ spell took hold. Linhart’s mana flowed out of him like a cold ice bath soothing his pain. Perhaps he was pushing the spell too hard? Giselle’s gray eyes flashed open and she released a deep animalistic groan as her eyes latched onto him.
His right hand was cradling Serapha’s torso and he seized her left boob to connect with her and release. The same flow of mana caused an even bigger reaction in her. The clips jangled wildly, scraping her nipples bloody, as her whole body convulsed. Her hands, like serpents striking, reached towards him and locked on to his shoulders. A high keening sound erupted from her lungs, as he pumped his mana into her chest. Perhaps it was too much for her petite body to handle. But it was too late to backdown, so he just watched as she writhed like a scarecrow in the wind.
Dizziness hit him suddenly, and he realized that he’d spent almost all of his mana in just that short time. He cut off the magic flow, but his hand remained fixed on the firm breasts of these two beautiful girls. They seemed to be wide awake again, so maybe it was time to remove the mana clips.
“Lin, what did you do to me?” Serapha breathed. She twisted her body around and nuzzled into his arms. “Your touch on my body, your smell… I can’t resist it any longer…” Suddenly she was like a wild animal nipping at his neck and clawing at his clothing. Her hands lifted the hem of his shirt over his head, and her mouth found his chest immediately. She smiled up at him as she sucked and nibbled painfully on his nipple.
“Linhart, look out! Gods, I can’t hold her,” Drystan exclaimed as Giselle rose to her feet, his arms slid from around her magnificent chest.
“You did something to me too, Linhart,” Giselle said with a threatening tone. “Take responsibility! I’m not going to hurt you, but you’re going to make me feel all better with that sexy body of yours.”
“Oh gods,” Drystan panicked, as he backed away from the two lust-filled girls. “What should I do?”
“Run, Drystan. Get out of here!” Linhart ordered him. “I can handle these two by myself.”
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At first, the two were on top of him, hugging him with abandon, examining and touching every part of him. Linhart, who had held back during the Anatomy 101 lecture, felt a thrill running once more through his body.
“Haahhn… Right there, little boy!”
Giselle had guided his hand to her private place and commanded him to stroke it. Her moan of satisfaction was music to his ears. Her huge tits hung above his face, spots of blood still welling up from where the mana clips had cut her. Linhart extended his neck stretching out his tongue, playing it across her tantalizing nipples.
Giselle responded by pressing her boobs into his face, as she forced his hand further into her panties. Two of his fingers slipped up inside of her, and she sang a long, low note of appreciation.
“Linhart,” Serapha’s voice drifted up to his ears. She was covering his lower body like a blanket, her perky tits were tickling his stomach while her tongue played over his front, and her hands were pulling at his boxers.
“It’s not enough, Lin,” she begged, “I want your dick inside me so bad…”
Linhart, unable to speak with Giselle’s boob filling his mouth, reached down with his free hand and ran it over Serapha’s naked back. The sticky softness of her feminine form felt so right. He wanted her too. This time around he wouldn’t delay, wouldn’t hold back. He lifted his hips off the ground, and she obliged by pulling his boxers down and whipping them down to his ankles.
His fully erect rod felt exposed in the morning air, and it pulsed in anticipation after holding back for so long. His hand explored her curves, and found that she was kneeling over top of him now. She had pulled her cute panties to the side and her pussy was in position rubbing against his dick. He could feel that she was dripping wet. With one smooth motion, she lowered her hips, opening her virgin pussy to his throbbing member.
“Awwwhanh!... I’ve finally got you…” Serapha said with reverence. “I’ve got you inside me.”
“What the fuck,” Giselle cursed, looking up with an expression of lust and jealousy. “Why do you have his dick in you while he’s focused on me… wait your turn!” Reaching out she slapped Serapha’s tit soundly.
“Fuck off, cow-tits!” Serapha snapped back. Her hips slid down a few more inches, and Linhart felt her pussy, hot and tight, welcoming his dick into her depths. “I’ve been friends with Linhart for years, and you just met him… you wait your turn.” ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
The tension in the air rose. Giselle sat up, ready to strike, but Linhart jumped in before she could. “I want both of you!”
It was a surreal moment with his fingers buried in Giselle and his dick buried in Serapha, he continued to stroke both of them. “I want to fuck both of you, but if you can’t share me, then I’ll leave right now.”
Of course he was bluffing. But the girls didn’t know that. They exchanged angry glances, showing that their disagreement wasn't over, and then settled back into the same sexual rhythm they had established. Giselle leaned in close, her silky, blonde hair tickling his face, and started kissing him. At first gently, with her soft scarlet lips, then slowly she forced her tongue inside, pressing his limits like an invading force.
Serapha was also pushing harder now, her virgin crotch slamming down on him in a rhythm that brought pleasure up from the base of Linhart’s spine. He felt her guiding his manhood around her sensitive spots, as she twisted her hips left and right. His hand found her waist and he held on for dear life, as her pussy grew more accustomed to his girth and she sped up further, encouraging him to slide further up her love shaft.
At last, after years of platonic friendship, he was feeling the hot, wet folds of his darling Serapha. A girl he had admired for years, who had loved and hated him. Like a yoyo, they were pulled apart and then drawn together, and now at last they were joined. He would never let her go.
The rhythm of their bodies reached a climax, just as Giselle’s core tensed up. With her tongue diving deep into his mouth, she orgasmed to the movement of his fingers. "Aaaahnn..." she gasped into his mouth as her body shoook with pleasure. The sound and sight of her cumming right in front of his eyes brought Linhart to the brink. He felt the semen welling up inside of him and he held on tight to Serapha as he released his load deep into her womb. She was right there with him, rocking and twitching in wild spasms of delight.
“Uuugghn… You’re filling me up… It feels so warm.” she sighed, in a haze of pleasure and fulfillment. “I’m so happy, Linhart.”
The moment stretched on as their minds all descended from the height of euphoria. Time slowed to a stop for the three of them. Their post-nut clarity left so many questions about what the hell had just happened.
Giselle wondered if she had nearly died. Serapha wondered if she had just messed up a lifelong friendship. Linhart broke the silence as he pulled himself to an upright position.
“I think now is a good time to talk to you two about ID bracers.”
