Time Slip into a Reverse World

Linhart was so filled with the need for release that he was sweating. Unaccustomed to wearing clothing, he touched his shirt lightly, feeling the starchy stiffness of the material on his overly sensitive chest.

Xenia misinterpreted his action, saying, “Don't be shy, I'm here to help. Just have to follow my instructions and you'll be all better soon.”

The Fighter infirmary was quiet as a tomb, disturbed only occasionally by the moan of a wounded senior shifting. The Healers were gone. Xenia had sent them away first thing, and now she was directly in front of him. Her tanned skin glistening in the lamplight, her green eyes were like glittering gemstones as she looked him over.

She stood between him and the exit, perhaps anticipating that he would try to make a run for it? Escape was not on his mind. He had come here with a purpose, but first, his body craved relief.

He nodded in understanding and only then did she step away, the force of her imposing figure moving away, back to her desk.

“Lie down over there, Lionheart.”

He watched her muscular ass and solid thighs as she moved. A predator in her own den, she was completely at ease. His cock throbbed painfully, and he obeyed. It was so easy to follow orders, he had to break free of that habit.

He chose the bed between Ami and Helen, the two seniors laid out to recover from their lose. Drystan was also nearby, and at the far end of the infirmary, removed from all the rest, lay the battered boy that undergone the same treacherous draining that he had endured. What was his name again? Taylor? They had never met, but Linhart’s heart went out to the poor broken boy who eould never have the luxury of a reset.

"Where's Senior Maeve by the way?" He asked innocently. "I expected to see her in the Ring today."

"She left a few days ago. Didn't tell anyone that she was leaving. Couldn't take the pressure of Senior Fighting so much. Her and a few other Junior losers," she called over. Her tone was lighter, as if there wasn't a doubt in her mind that was the case.

Linhart knew that wasn't the case though. The mnemon had taken them, but with days already past, how was he supposed to track them down again? Maybe if he could locate the kidnappers, he would find the girls there, too?

“I've never seen a freshman Fighter with such raw animal energy,” Xenia said in that confident, commanding tone. She had moved silently across the room, and was jow right by his bed.

“You're stronger than almost any other freshman out there, even the girls.”

She praised him, as her hands traveled over his body. They paused in uncertainty, hovering over his hips, and watched as Linhart unbuttoned his own shirt.

“Thank you, Stratega. Coming from you that means a lot, but I'm in desperate need of release. If you don't mind, can we hurry this along?”

Xenia was never surprised. But for the first time that Linhart could recall, she was at a lose for words. She looked on with a gleam in her eye, as he lifted his hips off the bed and slid his pants and underwear down to his ankles. She ‘ooo’ed as his cock sprang out, pulsing and dribbling with precum, begging for a hole to be stuffed in.

Linhart sat up, watching her, giving Xenia a moment to process all the steps he had skipped over. His hand went to her purple top, pulling insistently, urging her head to lean closer to his tool.

“It's a lot bigger than the average dick,” she wondered, half to herself, “Will my mouth even fit around it?”

“It may be difficult at first, but you'll get used to it,” he responded reassuringly. “Out of all the women at the Academy, your body is best able to handle my wiener. You could even try taking it down there if you're up for it?”

“I know that,” she replied quickly, a little too proud. “I'll take you in my mouth first, and send you to heaven.”

She reached out and started caressing it, playfully. Linhart's fingers were busy too, running down her washboard abs and plucking at the drawstring of her pants. She laughed in amazement, as the knot gave way and her pants hit the ground. Of course she wasn't wearing underwear. Her pussy lips shining and ready for action.

“Are you trying to seduce me, Lionheart?” she asked with a smile. Her hands were gripping the base of his dick and her tongue darted out to lick its runny, bulging head.

“You already know that I can make you into a Top Fighter, don't you? As long as you aren't just teasing me with this monster?”

“I don't need your help to be Top Fighter. What i need is for you to drain my cock, now.” He grabbed her head in both hands, her green hair fell over her ears as it came undone with the urgency of his action. Slowing down as he eased his dick past her lips.

“Open wider, I shouldn't feel your teeth,” he instructed. His fingers pressed on the sides of her strong jaws, and she allowed him to guide her as she puzzled out how to relax her jaw. What had taken days the first time, she accomplished in minutes, and soon he was enjoying a classic Xenia blow job, a little less skillful but more energetic than usual.

Her hand pushed his shoulder, fo4cing him to recline, as she groped his balls in the other. A bit too much pressure. Why was she pushing so hard? Was she afraid she was losing control?

Her huge breasts dangled tantalizingly near his arm, and he couldn't resist hooking his fingers around her top and whipping it downward. Her firm tits jiggled as they popped free. Those nipples were just as delicious as when he last saw them, and started to thumb each one until it was poking hard against his side.

“Haaahhn… Xenia, I can feel the pressure…. Uungh… You're making me cuuuumm!...”

Xenia's green eyes flashed in triumph, as she opened her mouth wide, and aimed his dick right for the back of her throat.

“Aahhn…” she let out a shocked noise, as long spurts of jism shot out, filling her mouth faster than she could swallow.

She clamped her lips tight around his head and looked at him with her gorgeous cheeks bulging. Linhart continued to squirm and moan under her gentle ministrations, the blessed release overriding the great need that had driven him this far.

He looked down at her, the final throbs of his dick pumping his seed into her already full mouth, but she held it all. Her throat opening up welcoming the thick goo down into her belly.

She didn't cough, didn't complain at all, and by the end she was smacking her lips and displaying her empty mouth like it was a trophy. Linhart's breath had returned to normal. With his mind clear, he faced this woman knowing that he needed her help, but at the same time he would have to proceed carefully.

* * * * * * * * *

“In the Spire?”

“Yes, without a doubt.”

“And how did you, a freshman on his very first day at the Circled Square, learn of all this?”

“That, unfortunately, I cannot tell you.” Linhart replied, maintaining eye contact though it took effort to gaze into those intense emeralds. “But by the same source, I know that you care about finding the criminals behind these kidnppinga more than any other woman at this Academy.”

Xenia grunted in agreement, as though that went without saying. They were both standing over the broken and sliced up form of Taylor, the ex-Fighter.

Linhart could now recognize the deep cuts where his wrists were restrained. The crisscross of a sharp blade, where they cut him for a higher score. There were bite marks, that resembled a shark attack.

“I don't believe she's in on it, but I'm sure she is withholding information that will help us find the culprits.”

“You realize you're asking me to risk my position at the school, don't you?” she asked, a shrewd look coming over her face. “What guarantee do I have that you are being honest with me. That you aren't leading me into a trap?”

Linhart knew it would come to this, but the worss still weighed heavy. He gestured to his bare arm, making sure his shirt spilled open at just the right moment.

He could almost see Xenia's unbridled libido taking control of her brain's logic center. Without realizing she was doing it, she pulled on her nipples, stretching her gorgeous melons before massaging them roughly.

“I'm willing to bond with you, so you know me better,” he said with a sigh, his hand reaching out to caress her cheek.

“I want you to trust me, Stratega.”

Xenia's voice came out as a low growl, thick with desire.

“I do trust you, my little Lion. I'll be right back with the ID bracer.”

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