Free Web NovelIt was nearly 5 bells by the time the two girls let him go. Serapha and Ayame both wanted to watch his private training with the Stratega, but Linhart forbade it, saying, "The Stratega would never allow an audience for her private lessons."
That was a lie, of course. Xenia didn't mind having people watch her have sexual intercourse, but she may object to a couple of freshman girls being there. Linhart definitely objected to them seeing the way Xenia treats him behind closed doors.
“You’ll let me know any special moves you learn, won’t you?” Serapha insisted.
“Nuh uh,” interrupted Ayame, “You’re not even in Venus Century, so you're basically the enemy. Info on his training is for squad members only.”
“Oh yeah? You’re really asking for it, bitch,” Serapha seethed, giving Ayame a well-aimed kick that sent her reeling.
Linhart had to jump in the middle and smooth things over once again. It was kinda hot watching the two of them fighting like cats and dogs, but he feared what would happen if Serapha met Ayame and Saya when he wasn’t around. The sight of her shivering sub-zero body still lingered in his memory.
“Remember that both of you are my girls now. And I won't show either of you anything if you can’t get along.” He looped an arm around each of their waists and gave each one a quick but forceful kiss that ignited their lips like a magic spell. And then he was off, running to the underground infirmary.
“I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow!” he called back over his shoulder, addressing both beauties he was awkwardly leaving behind.
There were blood stains in the Fighting Ring at the Circled Square. How many had been injured? The students had all left, and there was no one in sight. It wasn’t until he approached the door in the hillside that it sprang open and people emerged.
It was the same group of Healers from yesterday. The seniors.
“Oh hey,” the one with the glasses said, “It’s the freshman Fighter. Guys, this is the one I was telling you about, from my Men’s Studies course.”
“Of course,” said Nils, the tall stately one with short purple hair, “He was here yesterday, unconscious. Don’t you remember his failure in the ring, Elias?”
“He was…?” Elias’s response was slow and painful. He hadn’t realized that Linhart was also the boy the Stratega had taken advantage of the day before. “Sorry Linhart, I didn’t recognize you…”
“It’s okay, Elias,” Linhart countered lightly, “I’m all better now. I’m here for a lesson with the Stratega, actually.”
“I wouldn’t go in there, if I were you.” warned Nils, “The Stratega asked us to leave, and she doesn’t waste time. By now she has her claws in that other freshman Fighter from your match yesterday. If you go in now, you might get sucked into her depravity.”
“Uh,” Linhart hesitated, then replied, “Thanks for the advice, but I’ll probably get in trouble if I miss my lesson.” He gave a sheepish grin then made to push by him.
“Oh, by the way,” the boy named Cassius added, “Careful of Skyla the Skank. She’s in there treating that muscly boy Fighter, and she’s acting a bit… sexualized.”
“What did I tell you about using the s-word, Cassius?” Nils scolded.
Linhart had already pushed past them and thanked them for their help. They waved goodbye as he passed through the heavy wooden door into the darkened passage beyond.
It didn’t take long, just a few steps, before the door slammed shut behind him and the darkness closed in. There was a dim flickering light coming from somewhere up ahead, and the echoing sounds of someone moaning in pain… Was it the losers from the Queen of the Ring, or was it Drystan making those sounds? Linhart crept forward as quietly as he could.
He wanted to enter undetected, but he didn’t want to look like a perverted peeper. He ended up stepping lightly, but walking as normally as possible, pretending he didn’t hear a thing. When he arrived in the infirmary, he realized there was no need for stealth, as he took in the stimulating sight, he realized no one was paying attention anyway.
About twenty paces ahead of him, on one of the closer medical beds, lay Drystan. He looked like a little boy, the way he was laying there with his pale chest bared and his eyes closed. But he was moaning like a full-grown man, his back arching from pleasure. Xenia was hunched over him, her beautiful green hair pulled back and her tanned shoulders was shining in the lamplight. She was moving up and down at a fast pace, and he imagined that she was in the final stages of one of her heavenly blowjobs.
Jealousy hit Linhart, like a dagger through the heart. He didn’t want to be here, if it was just to watch the two of them going at it. What the fuck did she ask him here for anyway? A second dick for when Drystan went soft? Fuck no!
He began to picture the two of them making fun of him, while beating his dick with a bamboo rod. His eyes were locked on Xenia’s back, the flexing of her perfectly-defined form visible from there. It should be him receiving her attention. The rage captured his senses so thoroughly, that he didn’t even notice the boy lounging on the leather sofa until he spoke.
“Who do you want to kill so bad, little man?”
Linhart’s head spun to the left. Seated in the semi-darkness, just a few feet away, was the slim but muscular form of Quan, the junior Fight, King of the Ring. He was looking at Linhart with a smirk on his face.
“Is it your buddy, or the Stratega herself that you’re aiming that deadly look at?” he asked. The sarcasm was thick in his voice, but overall he sounded tired. Dead tired.
Sitting next to him, so close that she was practically on top of him with her long legs slung over his lap, was a most incongruous girl. She was dressed in the blue robes of a Healer with long blond hair flowing out from beneath the cowl that hid her face, but her robe was otherwise wide open, and she was pressing her ample chest up against Quan. The way she was zealously licking his bare chest reminded him of a cat with a piece of catnip.
“Skyla the Skank?” he asked, the words escaping his mouth before he could think.
“Huh,” the girl responded, her head swiveling to look at him, revealing a face that could be described as gorgeous and moon-shaped all at once. When she spoke it was slow and sweet, giving the impression that she was a highly attractive idiot. “Who said I’m a skank? Those prissy seniors? I’m Healing ‘Fighter Quan’ here, using body contact and Witch’s Spit.”
Her focus was entirely on him, suddenly. Her eyes drifted up and down his thin build and she licked her lips. “But I mustn’t be stiff on the introductions. My name IS Skyla, and I’m a junior Healer. What’s your name, cutie?”
“Linhart Aetherion,” he replied. He couldn’t take his eyes off her boobs. They were round and supple, swinging left and right with the movements of her body. Now he could see that the entire front of her robes was open, revealing a shapely set of hips and light blue panties.
“Get offa me already,” Quan said, pushing Skyla off the sofa, so her butt bounced on the hard stone floor. “The boy is right, you’re more skank than healer. Lately it’s taken you twice the time to heal me after a simple fight. If you don’t be serious, I’m getting a new Healer!”
Skyla gave Quan an impudent look. Getting to her feet, she closed her robes and fastened them. Her breasts were so well-pronounced, though, that Linhart could still trace the outline of her curves through the thin material. Striking a regal pose, she declared, “I know you don’t mean that, my darling Quan. I’ll be back to take care of you after your next match.”
Walking with a swaying gait, that reminded Linhart of the way a drunkard walks home from the pub, she came face to face with him. “And you… Freshman! Are you in need of Healing? Even if you’re not in need right now, I should check you out for possible illness or weaknesses… I am very thorough.”
“Get the fuck out of here!” Quan shouted, dispersing the peace that had filled the infirmary. “Or I’ll get Xenia Stratega to ban you from the Circled Square. Quan was on his feet now. His face was red with anger, and he looked serious.
The color drained from Skyla’s face, and she rushed by Linhart without another word, her soft body bumped into him just for a moment, somehow it felt like she’d given him a sensual caress.
When she reached the doorway, she turned and said, “There are five female Healers in the freshman class. Good luck finding one that is half as talented as I am.”
When she was gone, Linhart found himself confronted by the imposing figure of Quan. Here was the ‘King of the Ring,’ the best boy Fighter in the whole Academy. As he pulled a fresh, clean shirt over his head, he was examining Linhart with a critical eye. Linhart couldn’t help but think that he could be friends with this enigmatic junior and learn his secrets.
“You didn’t answer me, freshman,” he stated harshly, “It is a grave infraction to ignore your elder’s questions. Who were you looking at with such hatred?”
Linhart thought about it for a second. Who was he angry at? “It was my friend…” he answered, the reason came bubbling up from his subconscious and he gave voice to it. “It should be me over there, receiving Xenia’s gifts. Feeling her loving touch… but Drystan has taken my position this time.”
Quan looked at him a bit longer than gave a derisive sniff. “I guess you could say, I feel the same way.” He flexed his arms as if relieving some long-held tension. “One year ago, I was the recipient of her love and attention. The sole recipient. She dropped everything else, including another boy, who was a junior at the time, so she could give me all of her focus and time.”
Linhart listened carefully to Quan’s soft-spoken story. He didn’t seem to notice, but a second voice had joined the background noise. Glancing over, Linhart saw that Xenia was perched atop the medical bed now, her green mane was flying wildly with her energetic movements, and she was moaning in time with Drystan.
“And now she’s left you…” Linhart said flatly. He didn’t really feel like forming a friendship over their mutual love of the capricious Xenia, but here they were. “But Quan, why do you care so much about her? You could have any girl in the Academy. Why Xenia?”
“You really don’t get it,” he countered hotly, “She’s the strongest Fighter in the whole Academy. Of course I want her to be mine.”
Quan was standing in front of him now. Linhart could feel the pressure of this amazing Fighter. He was better than any of the girls out there… How did he do it?
“Quan, please help me out,” he said, bowing his head in respect. “I’ve been trying, how can I become a powerful Fighter like you?”
“Hah, so you want to know my secrets, little Fighter?” He barked a laugh, then fast as a viper, he pressed his hand to Linhart’s chest. An eruption of energy flowed into Linhart. He simultaneously felt overcome with pleasure, and at the same time his limbs numbed over and he fell to the ground.
Quan’s hand lingered for just a few seconds, but the feeling stayed with him for a minute longer. It was near-orgasmic. His dick was responding as if he were getting Healed by Skyla. “What the hell did you do to me?” Linhart gasped, as he struggled to his feet once more.
“Get yourself a friend at the Mage’s Spire and have them teach you some spells,” Quan responded solemnly. “By now, you should know that girl mages can teach Magic to boys easier, and girl Healers can Heal boys easier… just be careful that you don’t promise them anything.”
He walked past Linhart, not even looking at Xenia locked in the throes of passion with her freshman boy toy. When he reached the doorway exiting the room, he turned again and said, “But don’t let them trap you in a promise. Always say no to a mage the first time… and the second… good luck!”
Quan disappeared into the darkened hallway without a sound and Linhart was left wondering what he meant by that last line. ‘Always say no to a mage.’ Quan hadn’t been a bad guy, but he didn’t seem particularly friendly or helpful, but maybe his advice would pay off. Linhart remembered that he would have to visit Stratega Celes in the coming days… he would have to be on guard then.
Finally, Linhart turned to the task at hand. He walked towards the row of medical beds,a few of which were occupied. It looked like there were five injured Fighters who were sleeping off their wounds with Sleeping medicine.
Linhart was surprised to see Poppy with her amazing athletic body, was among the wounded. Sunny, the easy-going and busty friend of Poppy was also occupying one of the beds. The two of them were naked, except for Poppy’s head and left leg, which were bound in bandages for recovery, and Sunny’s entire torso was bandaged, except for her breasts which stuck out much too far to bandage. The two were fast asleep.
When Linhart got to Drystan’s bed, the two were taking a break. Drystan was wheezing like he’d run a mile, though he’d been laying on his back the whole time. Xenia was completely nude as well. Her skin was covered in a fine sweaty film, and her eyes and hair shone with an inner energy, watching him as he approached. She paused while drinking from a bottle of water, saying, “So, you’ve finally decided to join us, pain-seeker?”
Linhart was surprised, though he should have known that Xenia was sharply aware of everything that was happening around her.
“Sorry, I just wanted to talk to Quan before I came over.”
“Uh huh,” she responded, with suspicion in her voice, “And did he tell you to keep away from me?”
“No, he didn’t,” Linhart replied honestly, “He gave me some advice on how to become more powerful and how to win you back.”
“If that’s true, then Quan is a bigger fool than I took him for.” Xenia laughed, “I don’t need a powerful boy… I need an innocent boy who I can learn and grow with. Are you that innocent boy, Linhart?”
Linhart looked at her spectacular body. Her body was the epitome of vigor and strength, her boobs were stunning works of art, like a Goddess fallen from heaven. Linhart sighed.
“No, I am not the innocent boy that you desire.”
“Well, at least you’re honest about that… I’ll still take that huge dick of yours. Get up on the bed and I’ll suck you off, you nasty boy.”
What followed was several hours of pure bliss, which many people would call punishment. Xenia treated him like a flesh doll, and he had to fuck her time and again until her own satisfaction was met. In return, she sucked him dry like a milkshake on a hot day. Somewhere in their time together, Drystan slipped away but neither of them regretted his disappearance.
“Hhaagghhn… You’re so deep,” Xenia was groaning, her hips were grinding his crotch with painful pressure, “You’re hitting my womb!”
Linhart came deep inside of Xenia. He knew it was a mistake, but maybe she wouldn’t connect his creampie to her sudden increase in Fighting skill this time?
It wasn’t until far into the evening that he got away from the indefatigable Stratega. He had missed his End of Day Meal with the twins, but he was far too relaxed to give a damn. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
“I guess I’ll fix it in the coming days…” he said resignedly. Reconnecting with Xenia had a profound effect on him. He knew now that he could do anything in this world. That he would win this time.
