SWORD DRILLS

 Whoosh. Woosh. Woosh. Reset stance, watch your footwork. Whoosh. Woosh. Whoosh.

Karlah was unsure of how long she’d been swinging her sword for but neither of the moons were present when she started. Reset stance, left, left, right. Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh. Her insubordination had led to this and there was no way she was going to lose. Reset. Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh. Rustle. Her final swing sent askew as her attention snapped to the intruder in the glade.

He stood there statuesque, robes fluttering in the winds. His presence seemed to emulate that of a mountain, gorgeous and daunting, challenging you to climb but demanding all submit before his glory. “If that’s how you’ve been practicing this whole time then I weep for your future hunter”. Glaring, Karlah turned to face her instructor before resetting her stance and beginning anew. Her blade shimmered in the moonlight catching their light and refracting it as she swung, ending her combo an inch from his shoulder. “better” he smiled “at this rate we’ll be able to make… something out of you” as he paused, she felt his eyes run down her voluptuous figure. Gone was the wiry frame of her youth replaced with curves that betrayed her beauty despite her gruelling training. Shivering she went to reset her stance again but was interrupted by his foot correcting her positioning “like this” he said, very much in her personal space. Swing, Swing, Swing. She executed the combo yet again though now with her breath caught part way in her throat. Why did she feel this way in his presence?  Why couldn’t she concentrate properly with him around? It was this exact problem that led to her being in this situation to begin with. Keeping pace with her he instructed, “inhale first, exhale on swing, proper technique leads to victory”. She rolled her eyes hearing that for only the millionth time. “Clearly I’ll have to give you closer guidance” he stated while circling behind her.

Wrapping his frame around hers and clasping the hilt over her hands, he pushed his leg between hers once more widening her position then whispered in her ear “again”. Her cheeks flushed as warmth flooded her body. Raising her blade he slowed her movements “focus”. Whoosh. She slowly drew a line through the air, as she did, she felt his chiselled body press against hers making slight adjustments. Whoosh. As they stepped together his thigh maintaining her wide stance she felt his hot breath on her neck. Whoosh. His arm brushed against her breast as they completed the final swing sending tingles coursing through her and the last of the air from her lungs. “Much better” came the commendation while she caught her breath. She had been training all night, but it wasn’t till now that her body burned. She burned with desire to get back at him for singling her out. She burned with desire to make him acknowledge her. She simply burned with desire.

She reset her stance wide enough to brush back against his leg and began. Whoosh. She swung her sword and melted back into his embrace. Whoosh. As they stepped, she slowed down slightly to feel him grind against her crotch. Whoosh. She arched slightly causing her head to nestle in the crook of his neck. “Better?” she questioned hoping she knew the answer.

Releasing one of her hands he spun her with his other forcing her to half pirouette and pinned her against his chest, sword fallen at her side. Thin robes the only things separating their bodies in the cold night air “almost, I think I’d like to test your other forms first”. Cupping the side of her cheek his thumb brushed over her lower lip as he lowered his mouth to reach hers. In that moment all her confusion, doubt, and anger faded, and the world snapped into place. A moan she didn’t realise had built escaped as she kissed him back, leaning onto her toes and pressing her breasts against him. “I guess I’ll need a new sword to train with now, Can I requisition yours?”. “All you had to do was ask” he smiled as he momentarily released her to pull on the ribbons holding his robes together. Falling away, the moonlight did its best to illuminate his splendour but struggled to truly meet justice. His body was a honed weapon, tempered with adversity and polished to perfection. Her eyes traced down his rippling body till she found her new armament and shuddered. It would be a challenge, but she was always up to a challenge. He scooped her up to his waist, her legs wrapping around him as she found her back against a tree, his hands questing for the ribbons locking her robes to her. They fell away in a confusing mess as his cock rubbed between his abs and her clit. She ground up against him running her hands through and pulling on his hair tugging him in close to kiss him with renewed passion. With one hand he gently squeezed her hip causing Karlah to arch enough for his other hand to wrap behind her back. Drawing his calloused hand gently down the small of her back he kissed his way from the nape of her neck to the lobe of her ear softly nibbling before whispering “ready for me to sheathe my blade?”. “Yes sir, please sir, fuck me sir.” Karlah blushed. He smiled, raising her slightly to reposition before lowering her back down to slowly impale on his raging member. “As you command then.” Revelling in the bliss of two becoming one, Karlah dug her nails into his back, squeezing internally, claiming his cock as hers. “a good sheathe holds true” Karlah moaned as he slowly slid his length out before returning it home. A guttural moan was his only response as he quickly slipped into a rhythm of gentle thrusting, his hips kissing hers for but a moment before leaving to return for another. Karlah writhed in his grip as she melted into the ecstasy of unknown dreams being accomplished. As his pace quickened to a moderate stroke, she withdrew one of her hands to rub against her throbbing clit while holding on tight with the other. His tempo increased once more “just like that, don’t change a thing” Karlah pleaded, their eyes locking as she ground back into him clamping with all she had left. He began to throb deep within her as he moaned while emptying his seed inside her. As if that was the final straw, a damn burst as Karlah too climaxed, shuddering against him. After what felt like an eternity, they collapsed on their sprawling clothes chests heaving. Karlah climbed atop the mountain of a man and smirked “I can’t wait for tomorrow’s sword drills”.