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
The first thing I saw upon waking was the small sun shard embedded in the ceiling of my cell. My mind felt muddied, and I couldn’t remember what’d happened or how I'd ended up here. The warden and I were out in the grasslands. She’d talked for a bit about fighting with daggers. Then… I let out a groan as my stupid oversight came rushing back. That’s right… I was almost out of spirit and didn’t stop to account for the gun’s last few screws and stuff… The cost to conjure those last few things and what I needed to imbue them must’ve pushed me over the edge. I couldn’t remember the exact numbers at the moment, but I was sure I must’ve passed out because my spirit bottomed out. The warden really hadn’t been kidding about the sudden plummet in physical energy if one got too low on spirit. But why hadn’t I passed out the instant I made the gun? There was a second where I felt fine… The soft fabric of a fresh uniform rustled against my skin as I turned to my side to look out at the loun
Sprawled over half the couch, legs hanging over the armrest at the knees, I looked up at the warden. She returned my gaze, sitting close enough for the top of my head to press lightly against her thigh. “A gun’s a kind of weapon from my world. It shoots small bits of metal called ‘bullets’ at really high speeds,” I said, answering her question. “So it grants capabilities similar to my magic as a Earthbolt?” “Uh, just the shooting part, but yeah.” “Is it like a bow? Do you carry these bullets on your person as you would a quiver of arrows?” “Sort of… you can carry some with you, but the way you use them is by loading the bullets into the gun. After that you can fire them one at a time before needing to put in more. The one I made can hold six shots before I need to reload it.” “Interesting… and you know how to make these bullets?” During my research about revolvers when I’d worked at my uncle’s shop, I’d looked a bit into how bullets are made, making me think I could conjure s