It had been seven days since the warden told me about amalgams over dinner. During that week, my days had been spent just as she’d outlined: exercise, sparring, and holding sheath stance in the morning, followed by dodging her rocks and dirt clods in the afternoon. There’d also been unpredictable bouts of sexual battle-teasing scattered throughout each of those days, but neither of us had yet to lose control, even with our current tease timers being one minute. I had to admit, I was surprised at how much self-control we’d both displayed… or perhaps ‘how stubborn we both were’ would be a better way to put it. I jogged through the thick greenery of the grasslands. Beads of sweat ran down my face and bare chest, the day starting to warm up as the sun rose further into the clear blue mid-morning sky. Wearing her black coat over her white pants and tucked-in button-up shirt, the warden read a book on a small stretch of the stone road cutting through the grasslands. Sitting with her le
I chained three punches together. The first two were left handed jabs aimed at her hea. The third was a punch with my right fist meant for her stomach. Twisting at her waist, she leaned out of the way of the first hit and diverted the second with one of her palms. Her feet shuffled through the grass to turn her body the rest of the way and twirl around my final strike. Before I could react, she stepped in close and flashed a devilish grin as she grasped my junk through my loose-fitting gray pants. Her fingers gave a gentle squeeze before releasing as she ducked a hurried right hook I threw out. The breeze of the grasslands caught her coat, causing it to flap lightly as she flitted past the attack to get behind me. I spun around and lashed out with a sidelong kick in the same motion, expecting her to follow up her repositioning by grabbing my ass. My jaw dropped as I felt my shin connect with her forearm and shoulder, her legs bent and entire body braced against the blow. I
Her body replied to my lewd grinding by pressing into me as though trying to increase the pleasurable friction. “I… I suppose you did…” Her voice was quiet, but seemed to vibrate with excited need. My phone went off from where I’d tossed it, the tone of the timer sounding distant and unimportant. Feeling her react so readily along with the desire in her voice and the way she continued to watch me from the corner of one smoldering dark eye flipped a switch in me. I needed to feel more of her… My forearm came off her as I rose to straddle her, but instead of continuing to grind against her, I lifted myself a bit more and reached down to roughly flip her onto her back. Now over her stomach, my cock twitched at the fusion of excitement and surprise in her gasp at the sudden change in her position. She looked up at me, black gaze glittering and mouth slightly parted. Her perky chest rose and fell with each breath. I planted a hand just above her shoulder before leaning forward an
She looked down at me with that cocky expression of hers and continued grinding against the length of my manhood. One of her hands glided along her bare midriff before her fingers started working at her belt buckle. The implications of where she was going with this caused me to instinctively grab hold of her hips and apply my own strength to ramp up the speed with which she rubbed against me.My eyes were fastened to her hand, hypnotized by the motions of her fingers. A low chuckle sounded from her and with a click she unfastened her belt. I mindlessly moved my hands from her hips to help unbutton her pants. She let out a sigh rich with approval as it came undone. “So impatient…” she said with amusement. Her delicate hand pushed past mine and slipped into her pants. In the next instant, a vibration of pleasure rippled through her. She let out a moan as her free hand went to one of her tits and went to work. I reached out and groped her other breast while my other hand went t
“Please do…” I said with exaggerated politeness at the kneeling shadow primal about to masturbate in front of me. “Mmmm…” The warden’s fingers rubbed at her clit and hummed with happy arousal as though scratching a long overdue itch. I grasped my cock, focusing on the horny bliss in her expression as I pumped slowly up and down my shaft. My mind turned from thoughts of romance as dirty musings kicked them off the stage of the theater of my mind. The change in focus was a relief, one which I knew was temporary, but one still worth celebrating verbally. “Where do you want it?” I asked in a low, rough voice. “All over…” Over the past week, I’d poked around the edges of the kind of dirty talk the warden was into. It had been a surprise to learn that she was down for everything I’d tried. I did however try to avoid being degrading… as that had always resulted in a game in which we’d continuously try to one-up each other for long periods of time with obscene name-calling. That said
After the warden and I woke up from our nap, she dragged me back to Stone Lock so she could grab a change of clothes before continuing the day’s training. “Wait here,” she said as we entered the lounge centered in the main room of the prison. “Sure, but before you go off to change…” I said, recalling a conversation we’d had on my second day after arriving at the jail. “I landed a hit, so that means you’re going to wear something more practical now, right?” A smile pulled at my lips as my eyes trailed down her body. Due to not bothering to button it back up, the button-up beneath her coat had remained open, revealing some of her flat stomach and enticing breasts. She’d let out a sigh. “Indeed, despite it being the product of a strategy I suggest not attempting in a real battle, you did land a blow… If you wish, I will wear combat attire.” I eyed her slender legs and the tight white pants which covered them. The part of me who loved those pants demanded that I tell her I’d chang
The gentle breeze of the grasslands rustling the warden’s ponytail and the hem of her coat, her pale midriff and cleavage highlighted in their stark contrast against her black garments. “Create a pair of practice daggers,” the warden said to me.Excited to learn something new, I did as she asked. With a minor effort of will, I conjured two wooden breacher replicas through my phone's catalog app. One after another, two blinks of energy popped into existence in the few feet of space between the warden and I. In the next instant, the light flickered out of existence, leaving behind a pair of wooden daggers in their place. She snatched the practice weapons out of the air as they started to fall before examining them, flexing her fingers on the leather grips. “The phone truly is incredible… these are perfect… An exact match in shape, size, and weight of a breacher.”“Yeah…” I said in agreement before my mind turned towards the approaching admissions exam, bringing with it a nervous tight
A few months before my uncle had his misadventure in international waters, I’d helped out at his pawn shop. My parents had told me getting some real world work experience would be a good use of time before afternoons at the Grayfield Learning Center. Though, I'd often wondered since then if my mom had a blindspot for her brother. Because while her and my dad’s reasoning at the time had made sense, in practice the decision to work at Uncle Allan’s shop had been… questionable. It’d been a dingy hole in the wall with a reputation for being a bit sketchy because of how my uncle didn’t place much scrutiny on the potentially ill-gotten booty he bought and sold. Because of this, the people who came into the shop never batted an eye at a sixteen year old doing random busywork, such as cleaning the gun display. Wiping down the case had been my favorite part of the day because most of the other stuff in my uncle’s shop was uninteresting junk ranging from gaudy watches to old blenders. All