She walked past me and began circling me like a shark getting ready to capsize a lifeboat. “It’s of the utmost importance for sheath stance to become second nature to you,” she said before promptly falling backwards onto her butt to sit on the grass. “Do I really have to stay like this until noon?” I asked, already starting to feel a little soreness setting in. “You do,” she said with a knowing grin playing at the corners of her lips. “And you're just going to… sit there?” “Well, I can’t leave you unsupervised out here, can I?” “No, I guess not.” An awkward pause yawned between us, only the faint breath of wind brushing over the grasslands breaking the silence. Our expressions mirrored each other as we watched one another with quiet contemplation. “Would you tell me something of your life before coming to Thaessa?” Her tone was gently curious, sounding like she was trying to balance her genuine intrigue with a desire to not sound nosey. I considered the question, not parti
We talked for the next few hours about the surfaces of our lives. She fondly reminisced about her hometown of Goldlake, told stories about her early days in the myrian military, her favorite foods, and other odds and ends. I told her about the city I was born and raised in, the other countries I’d visited last summer, and how excited people were for cybernetics to become available to the public within the upcoming year. However, a lot of our exchanges had been devoted to explaining things the other didn’t understand. For instance, we’d spent a good chunk of time talking about the various concepts of cybernetics… “So you’re saying your people replace parts of their bodies with constructs?” she’d said with aghast disbelief. “That’s the idea.” “They replace their flesh with machines?” “Uh… yeah… but there’s a lot of other stuff that goes into it.” “What do you mean by ‘other stuff’?” “Like… it’s made of a bunch of different materials, bits which let your brain and the machine
“Only ranked ‘highly’? That’s unacceptable!” I said with mock indignation. The feet of my chair rasped across the floor as I rotated it to face her more directly. “Oh?” she asked, a pale pink blush appearing in her cheeks. I placed an elbow atop the table and rested my head against my knuckles before giving her the cockiest smile I could muster. Erection obvious and fully hard beneath the loose gray fabric of my pants. I leaned back in my chair. “I won’t rest until I’m your favorite!” “How ambitious,” she purred with delight. “Think I have good odds?” “You’ve had a good showing so far.” Her face tilted down ever so slightly as she eyed my tented manhood and slid from her chair. I parted my knees to make room for her as she knelt down between my legs, the lower half of her long black coat pooling on the floor. Tucking a loose lock of midnight-colored hair behind her ear that had been left out of her messy ponytail, she looked up at me expectantly. Her mouth curved into a wide
The instant I removed my hand, her head pulled back. She looked up at me with a pleased grin, still kneeling between my legs, but not making any physical contact. “My, you’re certainly full of surprises.” My rock-hard erection twitched in displeasure at the sudden change in its environment. “I aim to please,” I said aloofly as I screamed internally, desperately hoping she’d continue sooner rather than later from where I’d left off. “Most pleasing among those surprises was your restraint in not attempting to force your cock down my throat,” she said warmly. ”Thank you, Bryan.” A breath of elation fluttered in my stomach at her gratitude, but I was unsure of how to respond to it. “Yeah, uh, I remembered you said you were ‘out of practice’,” I said with a faint touch of embarrassment coloring my voice. Her smile widened at my answer. “Hmm, perhaps sometime in the near future you can help me… ‘practice’,” she purred, “but presently, you deserve a reward for your restraint.” A sing
The instant I removed my hand, her head pulled back. She looked up at me with a pleased grin, still kneeling between my legs, but not making any physical contact. “My, you’re certainly full of surprises.” My rock-hard erection twitched in displeasure at the sudden change in its environment. “I aim to please,” I said aloofly as I screamed internally, desperately hoping she’d continue sooner rather than later from where I’d left off. “Most pleasing among those surprises was your restraint in not attempting to force your cock down my throat,” she said warmly. ”Thank you, Bryan.” A breath of elation fluttered in my stomach at her gratitude, but I was unsure of how to respond to it. “Yeah, uh, I remembered you said you were ‘out of practice’,” I said with a faint touch of embarrassment coloring my voice. Her smile widened at my answer. “Hmm, perhaps sometime in the near future you can help me… ‘practice’,” she purred, “but presently, you deserve a reward for your restraint.” A sing
Dripping with cum, the warden blinked up at me, disbelief on her face. My legs wobbled as I basked in the post-orgasm afterglow, forcing me to fall back into my seat or risk tumbling over. Leaning back in my chair, I slipped my spent junk back into my pants. Her eyes hadn’t left me as I collapsed into my seat, her expression still one of semen splattered shock. “So, you’ve surrendered then?” I gave her a lazy grin. “Nope…” “How so?!” she said incredulously as she wiped off a small amount of the warm, gooey substance from her cheek. Her hand thrust out before her as she presented what she thought was her damning evidence, a strand of cum between index finger and thumb. “What of this then?! It hasn’t been thirty minutes since you initiated sexual contact, and you surely mustn’t be expecting for me to believe that it was a mere accident your seed ended up all over my face!” Seed? God, I love the way she talks… But, fuck, she seems pissed… I studied her expression, hoping that I di
The warden had returned a few minutes after I’d finished my lunch, still wearing her boots and the black coat over her white button-up and tight pants, and took me out to the same spot in the grasslands we’d been in earlier. Standing two or three feet apart, we faced one another, the gentle breeze of the grasslands feeling good against my face and lightly rustling the warden’s messy ponytail. “As I mentioned in the dining room,” the shadow primal said, “I will use my magic to hopefully grant you a measure of experience in facing ranged threats by firing small stones at you. Due to your specific situation and magic, you will focus on avoiding these attacks.” “How small is ‘small’...” I asked, a bit annoyed at the slight trepidation in my voice. She raised her arm forward, open palm facing the earth. A tiny something shot up from the ground in a gray blur and into her waiting hand before her fingers closed around it. Turning her fist over, she opened it to reveal a pebble the size o
She’d been right that it hadn’t been the most awe-inspiring display in terms of visual spectacle… but despite the building itself being undamaged, the amount of force needed to cause the stone to blow up like that was staggering. An unbidden image bloomed in my mind, one of someone’s head blowing apart as a rock thrown by the warden plows through said person’s skull. Like a watermelon exploded by a cannonball… I stared at her, my respect for her growing everdeeper at the display of power… accompanied by an undercurrent of giddy self-satisfaction that someone who could probably kill ten people standing in a line with nothing more than a rock had been sucking my dick less than thirty minutes ago. And is clearly down for way more… Blood started to flow into my dick, her show of magical might only adding to my overall excitement at our elicit game and what came after it was over. Her shoulders relaxed as she released a deep breath. Feeling a bit sheepish at getting hard when she