March 7th was horny. And could anyone blame her?
I’ve been doing swordmaster training for what feels like weeks. Stelle and Dan Heng keep to their rooms on the off chance either of my new Masters come to collect me, and I know Stelle has been flashing me on purpose…
A pout was forming, but given the only other person in the room with her, she fought with what little control she could spare to focus on the way her young master was pressed right up against her.
The Cloud Knight Lieutenant was obviously aroused, given the way his ‘hidden blade’ was riding up her ass as he helped her bend and twist, but she was also fairly certain he wasn’t actually aware of his own arousal at the moment, to enthralled in how quickly his new apprentice had picked up his teachings.
It had been benign, starting off.
Just ‘normal’ training, if the immersias that were her main reason for continuing this physical ordeal were to be believed, with one Sword Master walking her through some basic forms of their respective discipline, while their opposite watched and judged and had to decide between deriding the other Master or do what they had promised their respective Arbiter-Generals and actually train her.
And those first few days had made her blind to her sudden bout of abstinence, the dextrous effort required for the more elusive style her Lufuo Master taught or the power required for the physically powerful style her Zhuming Master taught. Yet as the week approached its climax and March 7th had passed all the smaller trials her Masters had set out and actual begun to understand what her own limits were, she’d come to realise that, unless she obsessed over the sword techniques like her Masters and solely dedicated herself to becoming like them, her training wasn’t gonna cut it anymore, insofar as what her body actually wanted.
“Now bend forward!” Yanqing chirped obliviously, as her pushed her forward and causing the ache between her legs to ride up the virginal blade he contained in his clothes. It took some heavy breathing to stifle the whimper that action caused, thankful that this strenuous stretching gave a valid reason for why she might be making sounds like this.
For a split second, the scaled dragon cock of Dan Heng flashed in her mind and March 7th almost swore she could feel the strange rigidity of Stelle stellaron cock filling her, before her actual reality reasserted itself. Stelle taking her pussy and Dan Heng filling mouth was a favourite of theirs when they felt like she had been a bit ‘too much’ during the day. And given how desperate she was, March 7th kind of enjoyed the idea of her fellow Trailblazers just taking her and using her.
It had been when the training had swapped from learning the basics of each Sword style, to learning the necessary stretches and exercises needed to ensure March 7th didn’t develop any injuries during the intense and accelerated training, that her need had gotten the better of her.
Yunli’s hawk-like gaze studying every inch and curve of her body as Yanqing had walked her through the start of the stretches, and the way he would unknowingly press his lithe, taut form against her every now and then to ensure she was stretching correctly had been too much for her.
“Masters, starting tomorrow, can I have a private session with each of you?”
Yunli had initially been suspicious and started to raise a fuss, but had quickly had a change of heart after studying her slightly flushed face. Yanqing, oblivious little virgin that he obviously was, had been happy to agree, seeing that the perpetual thorn in his side that was the Zhuming Swordmaster wouldn’t be raising yet another stink about supposed ‘secret’ training that literally hadn’t happened before despite how much she kept suggesting it did.
“Now Up, and streeeetcccchhhhh~!”
For someone so oblivious to the signs his body were giving him, he just seemed to instinctively know just what to do to force noises to out of her, March 7th failing to hide her moans as he pressed his tented blade right up against her clothed snatch as he pulled her up and arched his back a little so she could do the stretch he wanted her to do.
“You really know how to get a girl going.” She panted, taking deeper breathes than would be expected from the light stretching Yanqing was helping her do.
Given how close her was to her, she could feel the warmth of his breath as he replied, a leg melting shiver racing down her spine, the only thing stopping said shiver from doing its job was her newly found discipline.
“What do you mean?”
March 7th forgot how awkward the virginal ones were, especially if they had been unknowingly pushing all of her buttons and setting her body alight with desire. Dan Heng rarely initiated, but he knew Stelle or herself would come and make moves on him if what he offered is what either of them craved, whereas Stelle was a menace who took most chances she could to fuck anyone while on the Express.
She blamed Himeko for that, as despite the elegant lady demeanour she had, the motherly red haired leader of the Trailblazers was insatiable and had been the first to help ‘soothe’ the strange Stellaron dick that Stelle had somehow manifested.
“Master, why do you think I requested private training, with you and Yunli?” she pulled away from her young master, turning to face him, his head right at breast level and would definitely catch the hardened peaks of her nipples. Normally, she wore small pads to hide them, as the form fitting underclothes of the outfit her Master had bought for her hadn’t taken into account that March 7th had a respectable bust, unlike the Zhuming swordmaster.
But once she’d gotten both of her masters to agree to this private training, she’d quickly down away with any form of undergarment, as she didn’t have to pretend to have a sense of modesty when in private.
…..she blamed Stelle for that, as she’d gotten sick of having some of her prettier bras and underwear being ripped or stained by a partner who was more interested in her carnally than appreciating the effort she put in to arousing them. To Stelle’s credit, she had learnt to wait for March 7th to strip if she refused to take no for an answer.
Atleast Himeko and Dan Heng appreciated the beautiful lacy stuff she had.
She couldn’t help but feel smug at the way the formerly composed swordmaster very suddenly averted his eyes once he could see the small bumps in the fabric on her chest, and the way he kept glancing back to sneak peeks, his own discipline warring with an arousal that was now making itself very clear.
“B-buh-because y-you wanted to s-s-eee if I had any secret techniques?” His voice was wavering, octaves going up and down as March 7th inched closer, bringing her chest mere inches from his face.
“You’ve been rubbing that ‘secret technique’ up and down my ass all morning.” March 7th stated wryly, as she placed her hand atop the secret blade and took grasp of it, a confused yelp her reward.
“Thats not what I meant!” came a strangle reply, Yanqing’s voice going up a few more octaves as March 7th used her free hand to bring one of his to the slit in her dress and placed it directly atop one of her breasts. She couldn’t rival Himeko, but she was proud of her breasts.
In return, she slipped her hand into his tunic, got a firm grasp on the virginal blade that had been distracting her, using the downward motion to spread the copious pre-cum he’d unknowingly been and let out a pleased, lusty sigh.
Dan Heng’s twin cocks were fun, and the inexhaustible power of Stelle’s eldritch cock could not be denied, yet the handful of cock in her hand was exactly what she wanted: Nothing that would overwhelm her, but was inexperienced and would allow her to set any and all paces.
Once she’d properly ascertained the truth of the technique hidden within Yanqing’s tunic, March 7th stopped.
“But it could be, if you want me to share some sword handling techniques with you.”
Given how he probably wasn’t used to sexual insinuation, his confusion at what she offered broke him out of the strangeness of what she was doing to him.
“What do sword techniques have to do with touching my dick?”
March 7th smiled. She could use this.
Lightly fondling the flesh in her hands, she enunciated her power with each squeeze, “I. Know. Sword. Techniques. That. You. Don’t.”
She pulled her hand up to the ‘pommel’, and swirled her palm across it, before pulling her hand from his tunic, looking him in the eyes as she proceeded to lick her palm and taste the mess on her hand.
“Should I show you what I can do, or should I go see if Yunli wants to see what I can do with a sword.”
March 7th was fairly certain that Yunli wasn’t like Stelle in that Yunli also had a ‘hidden sword’, but that wasn’t the bait.
Yanqing still didn’t have his flying sword back from the Zhuming master, and it was the main reason why the Lufuo master was still at odds with his fellow master, as the two would almost definitely be fast friends if not for their stubbornness about that damned sword.
His eyes darted from hers, to looking at her breasts, to her hand, to back to her eyes.
“As a Lieutenant of the Cloud Knights, i-it would be remiss of me to not see foreign techniques.”
Pulling her breasts from the slits in her dress, March 7th couldn’t help but smile as she pulled the younger boy into her chest, molding herself against him as she freed his cock from his tunic, his lower stature allowing his cock to press right up against her moist slit. With some adjustment and moving some fabric, she probably could mount the swordmaster as is, and she had to actively fight against it.
She needed to help him blow some loads first, to ensure that when she actually started to fuck his cock, he wouldn’t just blow his load within moments. Virginal boys had a habit of being too quick on their first times, for very understandable reasons, and based on the way he was now moaning into her breasts, he was probably very close already.
She could feel him saying something into her breasts, but she didn’t really need him to talk at the moment, so she shoved a nipple into his mouth and held her hand behind his head to keep him there, pleasing sensation running through her as she started to suck and the fire between her legs started to pulse between any part of her enjoying the feeling of the young master against her.
As her hand stroked his eager cock to his first completion, March 7th sighed blissfully, her young master giving away how close he was by how desperately he was sucking on the tender peak in his mouth, and how he was thrusting into her hand so eagerly that she was less jacking him off and was more allowing the swordmaster to sheathe himself in her hand.
He pulled himself off her breast, his face bright red with his arousal, as he began to plead “March, I’m about to cu—“
A sudden and intense barrage assault her mercifully locked door, the small metal lock a seemingly masterfully designed piece of craftsmanship with the way the door rattled and banged but thankfully remained locked in place.
“OI, March! Time for your lesson!”
Shitshitshitshit.
Realising who was at the door, March 7th only had moments to force Yanqing back on to her breast, as she gripped his cock tightly and dragged her hand down to it’s base, using the pre-cum slicked grip to force her master’s biology to do what all men on the verge to ejaculate did when sheathed inside their object of desire: cum.
The Swordmaster’s blade might be smaller than she was used to, but his load would rival what Stelee’s eldritch endowments were capable of, as a thick, heavy rope of molten cum blasted up to douse the underside of her breasts, drench the fabric she was still wearing, before sending a one heavenly jab right at her clit, a parting gift to remind her that she was to still be denied what she craved.
“F-f-five moooooore minutes.” She played her frustrated moans off as a waking from the oblivion of sleep, waiting until the barrage on her door stopped and she heard her other master stomp away.
Yanqing was insensate in her arms, the situation having apparently pushed him to a state where he would be insensate for a time while he recovered from the new sensation March 7th had forced on him.
Dan Heng was like that when we started fooling around too. March 7th reminisced, as she couldn’t help but smile fondly as she helped the Cloud Knight into her bed to rest. Must be a Xianzhou thing.
Resisting the urge to dip her fingers into the life-giving fluids covering her front and that she desired to be filling her, she stepped into the refresher unit she’d brought, and allowed the machine clean her up. The machine beeped and booped, shot out its cube of light to envelop her, and removed the pre-programmed list of materials from her exterior, before doing its magic and cleaning her outfit while she wore it.
This little wonderbox had been a lifesaver once Stelle had developed her insatiable appetite, and was worth every penny she’d spent.
As the machine whirred and its air-dryer mode kicked in, March 7th’s legs buckled as the hot air tickled her sensitive clit, the small orgasm unexpected in how quickly it tore into her and how little it did to sate the fire that flared up in response.
Taking deep breaths, she couldn’t help but look at the sleeping Yanqing.
“I’m fucking your brains out next chance I get.” She muttered, as the machine re-calibrated to her new position, and finished its task.
Long after the machine had finished its job and was doing its end-of-job jingle, March 7th finally stood and composed herself, fixing herself up so her outfit no longer left anything exposed, and packed away her refresher unit.
Almost as if to tease her one final time, as she went to leave and close her door behind her, she couldn’t help but look at the object she was forcing her needs on, and the unconscious salute he was sending her off with, his erect blade standing proud.
….even though he’s a virgin, atleast he’s got the vigor I’ll need of him.
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Hearing March 7th’s door click close, and hearing his apprentice, Yanqing opened his eyes, and enjoyed the pleasant scent of March 7th on her bed, as he thought about the strange assumption March 7th had made about him.
Sure, he appeared young to anyone not native to any of the ships of the Xianzhou alliance, but he didn’t understand why that meant he was a virgin to his new apprentice.
Given his position as Lieutenant of the Cloud knights, and the apprentice of the Arbiter-General known as the Divine Foresight, his very own master had ensured that, between his training and his own hormones, the Lieutenant had been shown enough of the pleasures of the flesh so that not even the Aeon of Abundance and the various minions who aimed to further its unfathomable goals would manage to lure Yanqing with the allures of the flesh.
Granted, I am often too busy with my Swordplay to actually talk to folks in a way that leads to……this.
He very much enjoyed his visits to the foxian pleasure dens and the gratification nests of young vidyadhara, but those sexual exchanges were just that: exchanges of the body, pleasure for pleasure.
He knew when he was going there, what he was getting into.
He’d never had an apprentice before, and besides that one ‘sword swallowing’ incident with Guinaifen, he’d never really been in a situation where someone had forced themselves on him, or that he’d actually been unintentionally signalling to someone he was sexually interested in them.
…since I’m still in March 7th’s room and I didn’t hate what she did, should I wait for her to come back?
He bit his lip, the soft feel of her breasts still imprinted in his hand, his cock still very much at attention and wanting her to fulfil her ‘threat’.
But as he thought over what March 7th had done to him, another infuriating thought burrowed in.
Not only did that little thief steal my Dancing Sword, she also denied me the chance of having sex with someone.
Pressing March 7th’s pillow into his face to muffled his unbecoming rage, he bellowed the name of the thorn in his side that seemed determined to make everything he took for granted so utterly miserable, “YUNLI!”
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